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#Blowin' Free
jellybombomb · 7 months
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[Puts ur balls in my mouth like a chew toy] Omnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom
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love-toxin · 4 months
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guh......climbing out of my hole of uni final papers for a moment.....bc i have to talk abt mike some more.....specifically dad(dy) mike-
(cws: fnaf movie spoilers, breeding, me being nasty right on schedule)
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like....i can't get over it. he just strikes me as such dad material. he gives me the vibes of exhausted + mentally worn out + don't need another kid to run after but as soon as he's, like, free from the horrors and/or financially stable? he'd just be like "........so honey when are we having a baby??" right out of the blue. i get the feeling that he'd normally be a big family guy (hence the family photos everywhere and the.....intense childhood nostalgia) and he'd probably be all over starting his own if he wasn't dealing with all the death and murder and kidnapping and dream hopping and blah blah blah.
but anyways. baby. thinkin he wants one soooooooo badly.........and he'd be so stupid protective like a big, husband-shaped guard dog. we saw him in the fountain scene nobody can tell me he wouldn't go apeshit over protecting his little babus and their ultra hot momma--plus, at some point when Abby grows up he'd probably get such awful empty nest syndrome he'd be biting his nails not having someone to provide for and protect. that's his purpose! he's gotta be the strong one that gets shit done, hence knocking up some pretty thing that's got those pretty doe eyes and pretty hair and other pretty features for his kids to inherit.
i don't think it would hit him right away either, he'd think he's fine until he's blowin your back out and it hits him like ".....oh. shit," when he realizes how much he doesn't wanna pull out. not just because it feels good to bust a load so thick you leak all over the pillows, but because you might end up with a baby bump and that would be even cuter. you wouldn't even be able to trap him if you wanted to cause he wouldn't care about the contraception anyways--if you want to risk it, he'll risk it, and you might not expect how deep he goes as he tries to knock you up on the first try. you're not even half as crazy as he is, draining his balls inside you like it's an olympic sport just so he can make you take a test in two weeks. even if he can't afford it he'll take time off work just to keep you in bed for a couple days, give it a real good try so he can say he put everything he has into it. it's a good excuse for him to fall asleep still nestled inside you too, his weight pressing you down so you can't get up with all that cum slowly leaking down your legs. trying for a baby is so much fun and so intoxicating mike probably won't even realize how much work it'll really be until you start showing, but by then it's kinda too late anyways and it's not like he'd wanna go back and change it. seriously, he's so fucking lucky to even talk to you, much less be the father of your children and possibly your future husband.
but then he's got something so sweet and adorable to protect besides you on the horizon, something he can cuddle and kiss and rock to sleep and read bedtime stories to like he's loved doing with abby and always did with garrett, including all the silly voices he's made up to make them giggle and plead for just a few more pages. he can be even better than his parents and he'll finally have the second chance he's been dying for--and this time, nothing is gonna take what he loves away from him. nothing.
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cripcross · 5 months
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LATE PAYMENT.
🔞 this post contains mature themes. mature audiences only, minors do not interact. ageless/anonymous accounts that interact with my account will be blocked.
pairing: dark!post-outbreak!joel miller, afab!reader 😇 warnings: DARK THEMES: DUBCON! (straight porn), p in v sex, creampie, unprotected sex, joel is manipulative and mean, gunplay, slight predator/prey dynamic, reader is described to be shorter than joel, unspecified age gap, pure filth. summary: you're late with a payment and joel isn't too happy.
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Everything seemed to be graying.
Losing life, losing potential. It was a continuous cycle. The streaks of dried blood on the cracked pavement, the run-down buildings, the cries of people in need, the dead bodies dumped into fires. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
Endless amounts of fear coursed through your veins. Eyes wide, meekly gazing up at the towering figure above you. Stronger, calloused hands grasped at your sides, digging the cold metal of a gun barrel deeper into the side of your head. He cornered you into the back of an alley, with ease, behind one of the many deserted buildings in the QZ.
Joel Miller. His presence, alone, was intimidating. The man you admired from afar. Seeing him work around the QZ, never taking a moment to waste his time. He was a smuggler who didn't fuck around. Joel―the same man was who holding a fucking gun to your head, right now.
"You're seven short. I gave you a week. The fuck 're the rest of the cards?" He snapped, in an unforgiving tone. Joel's inky, rage-ridden eyes stared down at you, with an almost predatorial gaze.
Fuck.
The ration cards.
After making the poor decision to purchase pills from Joel and be late with your payment, the unmistakable feeling of regret began to pitch in. The pills weren't even for you. It was for your neighbor junkie who took advantage of your kindness.
Did Joel give a fuck? No.
His anger was a ticking time bomb. He was getting fed up with your antics. "You know how to fuckin' speak? I asked you a question. Stop fuckin' about and answer." Joel spat. The metal pressed harder against your skull, making you let out a small whimper of pain.
Glancing up with a blank stare, your first instinct was to plead with stumbles and stutters. "Please... p-please, Joel. I'm sorry."
Still pressing the cold, metal barrel of his pistol against your skull, Joel used his free hand to roughly grab your jaw. "How fuckin' pathetic. Think you can beg ya' way outta this? Jesus, you really are a dumb slut." His words cut deep, deep down to the crevice between your legs.
Thousands of possible options to free yourself flowed through your mind. Kick him. Punch him. Scream. Yell. With the smallest amount of hope, you pitifully attempted to move. Joel's grip on your jaw tightens and he presses your head back against the chipped, alleyway wall. "'m serious. 'm this close to blowin' a fuckin' hole in your head." Joel warned in a low tone.
One more potential option that rids all self-respect―take Joel by surprise and kiss him. A silent plea for a second chance. A second chance for your life and for the wet spot in your panties. Sex is majority of what men want as a payment. What makes him different?
Without thinking of repercussions or consequences, you lean up as much as he possibly allows you and press a soft kiss to Joel's lips. A fucking fantasy in your head makes you believe that Joel kissed you back, for the most imperceptible second, even though he ripped away from you in a heartbeat.
You could've sworn that your unexpected actions caused a look of surprise on Joel's face, for a brief moment, before his steeled expression took over, once again. "Fuck is wrong with you?" Joel had a grim look in his eyes. His fingers dug into your cheeks, physically forcing your head upward.
Awaiting your response, a specific thought clicked, deep inside of Joel's mind. "Should fuckin' shoot you, but that ain't what you want, huh, sweet girl?" He murmured huskily, before taking your silence as a chance to speak again. "You want me to take you right here, in this fuckin' alley? Use your words and speak to me properly." Joel said.
"Yes, I want it... I want you." You find yourself nodding, almost in a desperate manner. Joel has a deranged, half-smile plastered on his face. He removes his hand from your face and aimlessly tosses his pistol to the cracked, concrete ground, not faraway from one of the nearby dumpsters. "'Course you do. Seen me around the QZ, practically needin' your pussy to be filled by me, hm?"
As Joel rambles, he undoes his belt, lets his boxers and jeans pool at his boots, and allows his crown jewel to spring free. His cock is girthy and long, with a vein running from his shaft to his throbbing, leaky tip. You blink, admiring his cock, in all its glory. Fuck, he was big. With an uninterested expression, Joel nods toward the pants you were still wearing. "Hurry up and take your fuckin' pants off." He orders.
Spending a moment to clumsily strip your bottoms off, Joel has a stern gaze on you, the entire time. Once done, Joel takes a single step towards you. "Jesus, you're fuckin' soaked." He mumbles. His stronger hands grasp on to your waist, lifting you with ease and pressing you against the wall. Now, Joel has you sandwiched between him and the cracked, alleyway wall.
In this new position, you have an unspeakable urge to kiss Joel, but you know that he'd fucking hate that. He runs the tip of his cock along the sopping, puffy slit of your cunt, mixing his pre-cum with your juices. He softly slaps the tip of his cock against your clit and without wasting another second, Joel pushes his member in, in, and in. The soft sound of your wet pussy squelching around his cock is enough to drive Joel mad. He's stretching your cunt and, fuck, it burns. "So tight..." Joel grunts.
One hand of his is placed firmly on one side of your waist, and the other on your ass. He's slowly kneading the skin without thinking. You let out a small whimper, feeling his leaky tip gently brush against the sensitive spot, deep inside of you. It doesn't take much for Joel to initiate his frantic thrusts. His hips lightly slam against the inner pads of your thighs, mimicking the same, soft slaps of his balls against your leaking slit.
"This what you wanted, hm?" Joel says lowly, burying his head in your neck. Your response of a wordless, frenzied nod, accompanied with pornographic 'ugh, ugh, ugh's, was enough for Joel. You could feel every fucking inch of his cock and, fuck, did it feel good. Small tears formed in the corners of your eyes. Mouth slightly agape and mind too fucked-out, only uttering whines and moans. "Shit... shit, shit..." Letting out a soft gasp, your hips involuntarily started moving back on his, in small movements. Wanting more. Needing more.
The hand that was on your ass, was now pressed firmly on your mouth. "Shut up. Curfew's―fuck―gonna start soon. Don't need FEDRA findin' us." Joel grunted into the hot skin of your neck. Only the muffled whines and soft, lewd noise of his heavy balls slapping against your cunt were faintly heard in the alleyway. Every squelch, every squeeze, every time Joel bottomed out, more liquid leaked out of your sopping slit. "You gonna be good for me?" His voice was soft, a brief, surprising change in his hardened personality.
Not leaving a second for Joel to ponder, your head nodded in a frantic, longing manner. If the words didn't come out muffled, due to Joel's stronger, calloused hand pressed firmly on your mouth, you would've chanted a firm 'yes, yes, yes'.
Joel removed his hand from your mouth to place it back under the fat of your ass. His hips snapped against yours, with his thrusts quickly transitioning from precise to sloppy. The way your pussy clenched and swallowed him, Joel's cock had a ring of your white, sweetness smeared around his hard shaft. He couldn't last long with your cunt, no way in hell. A long spill of curse words from Joel was muttered in the shell of your ear.
Both sensing each other's urgent need to release, every movement heightened. "Fuck, need... please... cum inside me..." Panting softly, your hands instinctively found a soft grip in Joel's graying, curly hair. Usually, he would've hated any form of physical touch besides fucking, but Joel did the unexpected, this time around. His dominant hand gripped your throat, pressing a sloppy kiss to your mouth. With a suppressed moan and hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the slightest, you came on Joel's cock.
That milky, white consistency of yours spurted on Joel's cock, dripping out of your slit and between your thighs. Joel's face found its way back into the crook of your neck, with the tip of his cock bulging, just right, against your g-spot. "Fuck, fuck..." Joel growled. Clenching tightly around his cock, your mouth fell agape, once again, feeling a sudden fervor in the pit of your stomach. His semen squirted out of his tip, spurting a similar consistency against your cervix.
Not even minutes later, Joel returned to his brooding, persisting self. He pulled out of your cunt, placing you on the ground on slightly trembling legs. Not uttering a single word or sharing a glance in your direction, he properly dressed himself again before picking up his pistol from the cracked ground and turning to leave the wretched alleyway. His actions were leaving you in a whirlwind of confusion and hurt.
"Don't be late on your next payment." Joel called out, turning the corner and leaving your sight.
What the fuck?
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🚀 authors note: whew, apologies for not posting in a while. it's gonna be a little bit till my next post, since it's exam week 😔 writers block got me down bad lately, shit's crazyy. always gotta give n pull thru for daddy joel, tho !!
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unearthly-org · 9 months
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𓆩♡𓆪- A/N: Yeoo, This is kinda ass but i’ll improve. Enjoy!
You and your slick ass mouth always making comments about how Shinichiro gets no play, zero bitches and to say how it frustrated him was a understatement so he decided he’d prove your annoyance ass wrong.
Now here you are, Bent over with your ass up for him to relentlessly pound into your pussy causing nothing but your sweet and loud moans to fill up your room, Shit from the way Shinichiro was hitting it you were filling up your whole damn house with your screams or pleasure which only fueled him to keep going.
His large calloused hands pushed down on your upper back to push you down further as his strokes were brutal, his balls slapped against your pussy and he groaned soft little comments down at you. "Aw, look at the little bitch creamin’ all on my dick, ain’t that just pathetic?” he cooed teasingly as he kept his slamming his hips against your plush ass. Fuck, did he love how your ass clapped back onto his dick, how the sounds of your pathetic moans and pleas filled your room and how ya pussy took his fat cock so well. You pushed your head into the pillow so that you weren’t so loud and a neighbor could come up and cuss you out but that didn’t last very long because Shinichiro’s hand was already gripping a handful of your hair yanking your head back with a amused breathless chuckle. "Nah, Nah we ain’t doing that..” he pants lowly. "You gonna apologize on this dick while i cum in ya stupid little pussy, understand?” he didn’t really wait for a response because you were already crying out loudly. "m’sorry, m’so sorryy!” He replied by giving you harsh slap on your ass honestly a part of him just wanted to see it jiggle on dick but he’ll never admit that especially not to ya annoying self. "Such a good bitch….” he propped up he leg as he leaned in behind your ear, whispering into your ear with soft pants while he waited the correct answer."Who’s my bitch?” from your angle you couldn’t see him pull out his phone, hitting voice record in a swift motion without missing a beat he continued his pace and you could feel your climax coming so quickly that you immediately scream out. "I’m ya bitch!” He replied with a grunt. "That’s right baby, again let them neighbors fuckin know..” he growled out as he was getting close to his own climax due to how he’s twitching in your hole. "Again..” he steadied your hips with his free hand while the other was still tangled up in your hair. "I’m ya bitch, Shin!” and with that you both came together with you creaming heavily on his dick snd him sending thick ropes of his own cum into you.
After a moment and him cleaning himself off he gets up and adjusted his clothes with a smug look on his face. "Glad we know..” Now that confused you for a moment until later that night after you showered you check your phone. The groupchat was blowing up with notifications, Notification after notification;
Jay: Shinichiro blowin’ backs out, my turn 😩
Kei: ^ Ignore her pls. 😐
Wakasa: Next time send a video, Shin.
To which Shinichiro put a thumbs up emoji you realize That bastard sent a recording in the chat and You’ll never hear the end of this.
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leilani-lily · 2 days
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~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 7)
Apologies for the delay, life has been a lil busy for me lately. Lots going on, and only more to happen. My introverted battery is crying ദ്ദി ꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ )✧
This chapter's a lil shorter than some of the others, but it's for the best. The next one I have planned is gonna be a 2 parter. And it'll be a whopper. Wish me luck hehe! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
Synopsis: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. It's time for the daily meeting amongst the hotel staff and guests. You're feeling particularly exhausted, and before you know it, you fall asleep. What you don't realize is what kind of chaos it causes afterwards… Word count: 3.7 k
Chapter under the cut!
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“What if we offad a free bag o ‘Hero-In’ tada first 50 custamers?”
Charlie blinked in bewilderment down at the Spider Demon, not sure if he was actually being serious. The other resident demons either nodded in agreement or weren’t even paying attention to the conversation, blinking tiredly and eyes glazed over. Vaggie groaned in frustration at the apparent lack of brains in this hotel.
“Por el amor de Dios.” she muttered under her breath, dragging her face down with her hand. “Angel. We can’t offer drugs to encourage more guests to the hotel. That goes against, like, everything we’re even doing here.” She gestures to the hotel lobby, where you were all sitting on various armchairs and couches. It was one of your daily meetings where Charlie rounded up all the demons and tried to come up with strategies on how to recruit more sinners. Her and Vaggie were standing before you all, a chalkboard behind them with… some pretty terrible suggestions scribbled on it (and a faded dick drawing done by a certain 8 limbed demon). Said sinner looked around his settings before turning back to the silver haired woman, looking at her in confusion.
“Booze?”
“No.”
“Dildos?”
“Jesus. NO.”
“Blowjobs??”
“FOR FUCK SAKES ANGEL!”
“Whaaaat? Sounds like a good deal ta me! Especially if da blowin’s done by a prafessional like yours truly~!” Angel wiggled his chest fur rather sensually towards Vaggie and threw her a wink. The fallen angel slapped her hand against her face in exasperation. 
Now usually this type of banter would have you practically shaking in your seat trying to hold in your laughter. But this time around, all you could muster was a tired chuckle as your eyes ping-ponged between the two. Your early mornings and long days at the hotel were starting to catch up with you, and today in particular was extra exhausting for you. You had spent most of the night reading, too absorbed in the novel to put it down even though you knew how late it was. And now you were paying the price; all you wanted to do was sleep. But then Charlie called this meeting and now you were stuck here, daydreaming of your bed. 
“W-well Angel, I’m afraid I have to agree with Vaggie on this,” Charlie piped up, awkwardly looking between her partner and friend, “But I am LOVING the participation and enthusiasm! Good job!” She clapped cheerfully to Angel, trying so hard to encourage his good habits, even if his suggestions were questionable. Angel clicked his teeth at Charlie while shooting a finger gun, slouching back into his armchair. The Princess of Hell turned back to the group, her expression a mix of determination and desperation. 
“Alright everyone, what else do we got? Come on, let’s keep the creative juices flowing!”
Other demons' voices droned on in response, but you could feel your brain shutting down as they faded to muffled noise. You were seated comfortably on one of the couches, feeling yourself being swallowed into the cushy pillows. It was honestly really nice being able to sit on this couch in particular, it was the comfiest of all the furnishing here. 
When you had first arrived at the hotel and attended these meetings, you were sitting in one of the armchairs beside Angel. And you had to admit, they were pretty stiff. But at some point, as you and Alastor’s friendship began to grow, the deer demon began inviting you to sit on the couch beside him, and even began saving you the seat before anyone else could take it. What more, would even begin to shoot glares at demons if they attempted to take it before you had arrived.
You had caught wind and scolded your friend for a moment, but he insisted with how much work you were doing, you deserved the cushy spot more than anyone else. And that just so happened to be beside him. You had eyed him suspiciously but didn’t argue further; it really was a nice couch. Now it was just known fact that you and the Radio Demon always sat together, and others didn’t even attempt to sit there anymore. 
Beside you, Alastor watched as your body sank into the couch and brought a hand up to stifle a yawn. His eyebrow quirked up in amusement, but he didn’t attempt to try and keep you awake.  He could tell this meeting wasn’t going anywhere; there was no point in forcing you to participate. Instead, his pupils slid back to the group of demons in front of him. Somehow Nifty and Sir Pentious had gotten into an argument, and Vaggie was yelling over them to shut up and stay focused. Alastor’s smile creaked up eerily, reveling in the chaos unfolding before him. Charlie looked at her business partner, a semblance of despair in her eyes.
“Alastor,” she practically begged, “Please tell me you have some suggestions that we could actually use?” 
Alastor gave a hearty laugh as he waved a hand at her.
“Oh please my dear,” he dismissed, shaking his head and giving her a smug look, “You know very well that I do not participate in such matters. I’m simply here for the entertainment that comes with it~!” He gestures to the three demons arguing in question, as Angel and Husk seemed to be sharing a bowl of popcorn and watched the mayhem. Charlie looked at the group tiredly.
“Besides,” Alastor drawled on, his eyes practically dancing at the chaos before him, “I honestly think-!”
His voice was cut off by the sound of a record player scratching to a halt.
The group of demons that were bickering immediately stopped dead in their tracks at the sudden abnormal sound, their gazes zipping to the Radio Demon. Angel and Husk’s eyes also locked in on the deer demon, a piece of popcorn falling out of Angel’s open mouth.
Alastors was frozen in place as your sleeping form had slumped up against his side. 
The deer demon looked like he was caught in the headlights; His entire face was frozen and eyes wide as dinner plates, smiling mouth still half open in mid speech. His whole body was stiff as a board as his shrunken pupils stared off ahead in shock. 
The room fell quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
Every one of the hotel residents were ready to shit themselves, eyes darting between you and Alastor. Anyone that knew the Radio Demon knew how much he despised physical contact not initiated by him. Husk especially was terrified for your sake, fully remembering Alastor practically ripping demons apart limb by limb simply because they looked at him the wrong way. The gambling demon’s fur began to stand up on his neck. This couldn’t be good.
You sighed in your sleep and nuzzled closer into Alastor’s arm, subconsciously seeking out his warmth. All of the onlookers breathed in sharply, Charlie even covering her mouth with her hands to keep herself quiet. The Radio Demon’s eyes slowly slid down to you, carefully tilting his head to get a better look. His eyes looked over you, pupils sharp and calculating as his open mouth creaked shut and grin tight. Everyone watched in horror, unsure what the Overlord was thinking or what he was going to do.
Alastor’s first instinct was to immediately shove you away. But he quickly pushed that thought aside once coming to terms that this was you. As much as he wanted to peel your body off of his, another part was… intrigued. He had never been in this type of situation before, and moreso, with someone he actually found tolerable. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes and mentally tutted you. It was clear you were more exhausted than he had realized, especially given you had fallen asleep amongst all the commotion. And he knew first hand how early you were up everyday; how hard you worked for this hotel. Hell, you were one of the hardest working ones here, besides Charlie and Vaggie. 
Mentally coming to a decision, Alastor’s shoulders began to soften, his body finally beginning to relax under the newfound weight. Your rest was far more important than this silly meeting that wasn’t going anywhere anyways. His chivalrous nature had ultimately won out.
“Hey uh… Smiles…” Angel stuttered, his voice low and cautious as to not wake you, “Ya… Ya got a lil Puddin’ on ya sholda” He pointed to your sleeping form, his eyes darting nervously between you both. Vaggie immediately zipped to the Spider demon and slapped her hand over his mouth, shooting daggers at him before looking nervously at Alastor. Eventually, the Radio Demon’s eyes slid lazily to the group of anxious sinners, his lips curling up in amusement as he observed everyone’s expressions. If you weren’t sleeping on his shoulder he would’ve relished in their horror. Careful not to move too much, he turned his head back to the group.
“Now then,” he murmured, his voice surprisingly low, “If the three of you finished with your ridiculous squabbling… ” He shot Nifty, Sir Pentious, and Vaggie a dirty look, making the three  cower under his judgemental gaze. His eyes narrowed a moment before turning to Charlie.
“Then I believe we should really get back to our brainstorming. Wouldn’t you agree, Charlie dearest~?”
The goat demon stared at Alastor in surprise, eyes flicking to you before back to him. Her eyes squinted in confusion at the scene in front of her; Alastor… was allowing this? But she quickly shook it off, realizing he was still waiting for her reply. After blinking a couple times, her eyes lit up with joy as her smile overtook her face.
“YES! Yes of course we-!” 
Alastor’s static crackled dangerously as radio channels shuffled in the background. His scarlet eyes flashed red, shooting Charlie a look of warning. The princess immediately covered her mouth, silencing her thunderous excitement. With a quick clearing of her throat, she continued, her voice softer this time.
“Yes. Right. Everyone, let’s continue from where we left off.”
For the next twenty minutes, the group of demons quietly continued their discussion and strategies. Alastor sat in complete silence, his grin casual and hands in his lap as he sat still. Only his pupils moved as his gaze darted between the sinners. You continued to sleep soundly against the Radio Demon’s shoulder, nuzzling even closer to his warmth and even wrapping your arms around his at one point. He only flinched a moment when he felt your arms trapping his, but he made no other movement; no change in expression. 
As the discussion continued amongst the others, the group couldn’t help but glance at you and Alastor on occasion, still in utter bewilderment at the entire situation. He must have been sick… or an ulterior motive maybe? They all secretly had many inquiries, but none of them dared to question the Overlord. Especially with the way he acted if one of them spoke too loudly. The dangerous hum of static would remind them of their place, and the power he held in this establishment.
Finally, the meeting was adjourned by the Princess of Hell, and everyone began to trickle out of the lobby. Alastor could hear the various murmurs of confusion between the demons as they left to go back to their room, but he ignored them. Little whispers between rats were of no concern to him. Charlie slowly approached the couch, eyes darting between the two figures and smiling sheepishly.
“Do you want me to take her?” she whispered, arms outstretched as if ready to take your sleeping form. But the Radio Demon raised his unshackled hand as if to halt her, shaking his head softly with eyes closed. 
“No need to fret my dear,” he reassured, opening his eyes and giving a gentlemanly smile, “I will see to it that our little chef is taken care of.” 
Charlie hesitated a moment, unsure of what exactly was going through her business partner’s mind. But finally, she nodded her head and tip-toed away, meeting her angelic partner at the elevators. Hand in hand, Charlie and Vaggie left the vicinity, leaving you and Alastor alone in the lobby. 
As silent seconds passed, the Radio Demon’s eyes eventually slid down to your sleeping profile, a mix of amusement and slight curiosity crossing his features. You looked so small, so vulnerable and helpless compared to his tall, powerful form. He watched as your shoulders slowly rose and fell with every breath. Your body was warm against his arm, your head heavy on his shoulder as your entire weight pressed on him. It was a feeling foreign to him; he had never had anyone rest on him in an unconscious state. In all honesty, if baffled him. 
No one had ever seemed so… comfortable around him. The group of demons were scared out of their wits for your safety because of the stories they’d heard. And they had a right to be scared. He was the Radio Demon after all. An all powerful Overlord and a force to be reckoned with. He could strike fear into the heart of any creature, make them fall to their knees and beg for their lives and for his forgiveness. There were only a certain handful that could match his power, and even then that number was dwindling (he would make sure of it). He was a terror. A killer. A living nightmare. And yet…
Here you were, sound asleep on his arm, peaceful and unaware of the position you were in.
Your fingers twitched under his bicep, eyelids fluttering a moment before you stilled again. Clearly you were dreaming about something, and it made Alastor wonder what was going on in that little mind of yours. What was it you dreamed about? Perhaps reliving your life before you descended to Hell? Or maybe… Reliving a memory of when you had spent time with him? Alastor rolled his own eyes at that last question, yet his pride couldn’t help but wonder. Would it be obscured of him to think he could occupy a spot in your mind? 
You stirred a moment against his arm, and Alastor was immediately taken out of his trance. Your face twitched a moment, before scrunching up as if in disgust. Alastor had to catch himself at your expression. Your face eventually settled back into a relaxed state, but a soft, low chuckle still managed to escape the demon’s lips.
Yep. Definitely a dream about him.
Shaking his head mirthfully, 2 long tentacles of shadow began to rise up from the floor. Ever so gently, the shadows lifted your head and body off of Alastor, allowing the deer demon to carefully remove his imprisoned arm from your grasp and stand up. He took a moment to stretch his neck and roll his shoulder around, the stiffness of not moving for nearly half an hour catching up to him. Finally, he turned back to you, still sleeping soundly and being cradled by his shaded tendrils in bridal style. A thought crossed his mind as he looked over at you, taking a moment to evaluate his next move. 
He could very easily snap his fingers and have you transported to your bed. Or have his shadows carefully carry you to your room while he trailed behind. But somehow, despite all of the options he had debated on, he found his arms slowly reaching out underneath you and pulling your body close to his. You immediately curled up closer to him and his warmth, making the Overlord stiffen a moment. But finally, he began to saunter towards the elevators, his shaded tentacles slipping back into the floor.
Of course, being the Hotel’s Facility Manager, he knew exactly where your room was. And obviously, he had a spare key. Using his shadows to unlock the door, he carefully opened the door and stepped inside, stopping a moment to take in his surroundings. He had never actually been in your room before, and he was surprised to discover how fascinated he was about it.
Naturally, it was washed in a deep maroon colour like every other room in this building. It was mostly clean, save for a few articles of clothing scattered around the floor. He simply chuckled softly to himself.  Honestly, what was he going to do with you… 
Your odor was faint in the room, but was still picked up by the demon thanks to his heightened animalistic senses. He took a moment to breathe it in, shocking even himself at how he enjoyed the smell. Like the scent of spring after a chilling, heartless winter, mixed with your own natural musk. He quickly shook his head from his thoughts, suddenly feeling disgusted in himself and his barbaric impulse. 
He noticed an old record player in the corner with various records tucked away. He sauntered over and peeked at the various discs, using his magic to lift them to his face and inspect them. He was impressed with your mix of genres, not at all surprised by the jazz music, but also intrigued by your interest in classical, old fashioned rock and roll, and showtunes. He hummed contently to himself, realizing he could learn a thing or two about you by the contents in your room. And oddly enough, he wanted to learn more. 
Call it the hunter in him. 
You had a large bookshelf similar to his, and he took a moment to browse the titles you had. Mainly cookbooks, which were of no surprise to him, but there were mixes of fantasy and romance as well. 
Romance. Ugh. 
Alastor practically rolled his eyes at some of the disgustingly cheesy titles. How people, women in particular, found this entertaining was beyond him. Especially those who would write about it. 
Pathetic.
Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that made them so popular to begin with. And if they seemed to be something that you in particular enjoyed, then perhaps… he would be willing to give it a second chance. 
One book in particular caught his eye, sticking halfway out from the shelf. Most likely the one you had finished most recently. A green hue pulled it off the shelf as he flipped it open and pursued the contents. After reading a couple sentences, he felt himself stiffen; his eyes widening and smile growing uncomfortable. 
Were all romance novels nowadays so… sultry? He knew sexual activities were popular for most beings. But for Hell’s sake, the novel was practically filth. Instinctively, the book became engulfed in a green flame, burning in seconds. Alastor watched the fires fizz out, ashes of what once was your novel now fluttering and disappearing into thin air.
Hm… hopefully you wouldn’t notice it missing. 
He was learning many things about you with his little scavenge through your room. Things that he found oddly charming. Others he found… debateable. Nevertheless, one good thing could be said about the secrets he had discovered. The Radio Demon’s grin began to widen deliciously at the thought.
He could so use this information against you in the near future. 
You murmured softly against his chest, causing the demon to focus back on you and away from his scheming thoughts. As much as he would’ve loved to continue to snoop around, he knew he had to finish what he had originally come to do. 
With a sigh of contentment, he proceeded to walk to the edge of your bed, once again using his emerald magic to pull the covers back. As gingerly as he could, Alastor lowered you to the bed and carefully removed his arms out from under you. Your one hand had somehow clutched onto the lapel of his jacket, causing him to chuckle before gently unfurling your fingers from his suit. Finally, you had settled in the bed and curled up on yourself, already missing the heat from Alastor’s body. Long, clawed fingers grabbed at the blankets by your feet and pulled them up to your chin, making sure every inch of you was covered and enveloped in the sheets. 
You sighed in your sleep as he pulled his hands away, and Alastor took a moment to take in the sight. Even throughout the meeting, and with all the movement of him picking you up and walking around, you had remained fast asleep. It had simply proven how fatigued you were. His mind flashed back to his mother, remembering how tirelessly she would work to provide for the family, and the many nights when he would catch her sleeping at the kitchen table, bills and notices scattered around her. How helpless he felt as a child, not able to do anything to ease her workload or stress.
He looked down at you, eyes flickering over your sleeping form and feeling something stir inside of him. He couldn’t be there for his mother, not as a weak, impotent child. But he was grown now. And he was strong; practically a God with the power he held over Hell. And he would make sure to repay the debt he owed, one way or another. 
His hand reached out and paused for a second, as if debating. But something urged him on, and his hand found its way to the top of your head. He began to gently pet your hair, feeling the tendrils slide between his fingertips. You hummed in your sleep, causing the deer demon to flinch and ready to sink into the shadows. But then you sighed contently and subconsciously nuzzled your head into his hand, a soft smile curling up before relaxing again.
Unbeknownst to Alastor, his ear twitched. 
He had to stop his own grin from creeping up higher on his face as he continued his previous motions, feeling his body relax and eyes soften. He continued the gentle caresses, embracing the peaceful silence and watching your chest rise and fall with each delicate breath. Eventually, Alastor had felt like he had overstayed his welcome, and slowly removed his hand from your head. As your hair tumbled through his fingers and fell to the pillow, he couldn’t help to lean over and whisper in your ear.
“Sweet dreams, my little songbird~”
He quietly stepped away from your bed, taking a moment to pick up your scattered clothing around the room before placing them in the laundry hamper nearby. And with a final peek to your sleeping form, the Radio Demon’s smile curled up ever so slightly before carefully shutting the door behind him.
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Y-yeah Alastor... Those romance writers sure are pathetic... pff... pffffft (; ̫ಠ ̫U ̫ಠ ̫ ̫; ̫) We do love a self deprecating joke around here k'know
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Got a headcanon request, since it's Super Soap Sunday:
What is Soap like when he's your spotter in the weight room? Does he keep things professional, or does the situation evolve into something...more riveting?
*clears throat*
A million apologies for this being so late. This started as a headcanon, then turned into a drabble and now is a full blown fic. It's definitely not perfect, but whatever. Thank you @deadbranch for all your love and feedback on this. Hope y'all enjoy it, whatever this thing is. 💛
Slippery Soap
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Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x Fem Reader
18+MDNI I can't resist gym rat Soap. Lots of teasing, tons of innuendos, pissed off Dom Soap, p in v, rough sex at the end. My typical filth, per se.
Word Count: 2.7k
It all started with a simple innocent request. You wanted to up your gym routine a bit and add some weight training to your repertoire. And who better than to ask than the buffed out Scotsman himself. 
“Hey Soap. You hittin the gym today? Thinkin about adding some weight training to my routine. Wanna be my spotter?”
First of all, the moment you ask him to be your spotter, he’s beaming. No matter where you are, his face is full blown flushed. Eyes glistening and those crystal baby blues are shining like diamonds. He’s a kid in a candy store and you just gave him the battered Mars bar mountain. 
But once you make it into the gym, it’s all cool, calm and professional. At least, that's how it starts…
"So, ya want me t'spot for ya eh, lass? A'right. But we gotta go o'er some ground rules first. Don't need ya blowin ya back out on me first go around, yeah."
Soap is the absolute epitome of safety in the weight room. It doesn't matter if you're a full blown gym rat or complete novice, he's going to start you with proper body mechanics.  And he won't be shy about it. He'll have his body flush against your back, hands pressing down in a delicate yet forceful manner to get you into the right starting position.
"Posture, bonnie. Most important rule 'ere. Ya go down wrong ya ain't gettin back up."
It’s subtle, He starts it that way. But you pick up on those innuendos instantly. You know this game all too well. And this is where the ball comes into your court. You can either let him continue with those sly comments and not react. Or you can counter him, hit back just as hard as he does. Just be prepared for what comes of it. You poke the Scottish bear, he’ll poke right back. Hard.
He'll start you on the free weights. Good way to get your body warmed up and ready for the heavier lifting down the line. And Soap will watch you like a hawk; circling, hovering, visually critiquing your technique and giving any pointers he deems necessary to correct your form. 
This is where an opportunity presents itself, and you can’t help but pounce on it like a cat to a mouse.
"Am I the only one that's gonna be workin here? Or are you gonna give me a sneak peak to the Soap Gun Show?"
Poke #1. He knows full well what you’re up to. Those blue eyes darken, and the smirk on his face may as well be chiseled into Roman marble. 
"Not bad hen, not bad. Ya gettin a front row seat, yeah. C'mere."
He'll motion you to the spare bench while he adds more weight to the bar. And he won't low ball this. Training lesson or not, he'll show off like a testosterone fueled peacock. Once he positions himself flat on the bench, he'll go over his posture and advise on the proper way to handle a bench press.
"Feet flat, an' legs parallel to the floor. That's yer counter weight. Naw, on to tha' gun show a yers."
You're taking his advice seriously, but you can't stop as your legs squeeze together to quell that oh so familiar ache within your core to his first press. And Soap's well aware of the effect he has on you, and is now fully engrossed in this back and forth game. He knows exactly how to hit back with weaponized remark. So he ups the ante a bit.
He grunts. And they're not just any grunts. He uses those low, growling vocals that reverberate over your flesh, goosebumps rise in waves over your skin and form a maelstrom of heat in your belly. And you take it all in. His taut skin, the rippling of his muscular arms, the veins popping under his flesh. Your eyes follow the sweat as they traverse the curves of his biceps and land in the divots of his deltoid.  After ten reps he places the bar back in its hooked placement and rears himself into a sitting position.
Skin flushed, sweaty mohawk, skin glistening and breathless; gym rat Soap truly is a sight to behold.
"Yer turn, lass. Take a seat."
You don't hesitate. Even as the remnants of his exertion pool into the leather of the bench, you quickly line yourself up to the head, and following his advice position yourself just as he had instructed. Once he removed enough weights to be more fitting for your abilities he stood at the head, hands under the bars and motioned you to take them within your grasp. And as your eyes met he had to add his own quarrel just for good measure.
"Ya likin the view, bonnie?  Grab the bar 'ere."
Oohh he's having way too much fun with this. Lightly he tapped on the metal and you fastened a strong grip around the cold steel. And as you brought it down to rest on your chest you again countered him with your own jestering quip.
"C'mon now Johnny, y'know I always love looking up to you."
Soap's chest flared up as he broadened his stance, a vibrating moan emanating from his throat as his feet cemented into the floor and displayed a completely assertive posture. You were slowly breaking away at his control of this situation, and he didn't fully comprehend how to handle it. He couldn't very well bend you over, you were in a public place after all.
You took his wavering control into your hands, and as you began your presses you locked eyes with him. Not even bothering to count. And the flirtatious curling of your lips must have hit a nerve, accompanied by the view of you straining with a light glistening of perspiration over your skin. Soap was going down. Fast. 
Instantly, his hands laced into the hem of his sweatpants to readjust himself; clearly you were having a profound effect on him. You had barely done ten reps before Soap grabbed the bar from your hands, forcefully putting it back into its hooked resting place. 
"Enough a'this. Up ya get. On to tha deadlifts."
The rumble in his voice didn't go unnoticed. You were more than appreciative that the weight room was deserted, but there were still patrons in the gym area, who thankfully were too engrossed in their own business to bother themselves with the flustering banter going on between you two. 
As you made your way towards the dumbbells you noticed Soap kept himself unusually close to you, and stood at an almost full perpendicular position once you had found the correct weight. The sight of him red faced and frustrated had you swimming in victorious energy. Soap was never one to lose his cool in public situations, but this was new territory for the both of you. And somehow you ended up with the upper hand, a circumstance that most definitely didn’t go unnoticed. And most certainly wouldn’t go unanswered. 
You cocked your head towards him as he stood beside you, eyeing him up and noticing just the slightest tent within the fabric of his sweatpants. And you couldn’t help yourself. 
“Ya alright there, Johnny? Looking a bit flustered.”
Poke #2. Your whispered coo nearly sent him over the edge. His eyes bore into you, like a darkened stormfront barreling towards you. The muscles of his jaw clenched and you swore the veins in his forehead were on the verge of bursting.
“Grab the weight, bonnie. Ya workin my last nerve.” 
It was barely audible, but the gravely tone in his voice was electrifying. You obliged him for his own sake, and did a full set of ten reps without a single word or act of defiance. You could feel the energy soften around him, whatever loss of control he had he was beginning to regain. Standing straight you eyed him again, silently requesting any pointers or advice on your technique. 
“Good form, hen. Now, let’s move on to..."
“I think I’ll do one more rep.”
Your abrupt interjection caught him off guard. And unfortunately for his sake, this was the last of the control he would have in this flirtatious quarrel. Quickly you turned and pressed your back into him, the suddenness of your movements not giving him any time to react. Slowly you bent down and as your hands wrapped around the ring of the dumbbell you cocked your head towards him. With the best ‘fuck around and find out’ expression you could muster,  you returned that coy banter that put this whole scheme into play.
“Ya likin the view there, Johnny?”
Poke #3. Immediately his hands grasped into the curve of your hips, firmly pressing your ass against his pelvis and feeling that delectable bulge in the fabric of his pants. Even through the barrier you could feel the throb of his cock on your flesh. Soap had folded in the game he put before you, and fortunately for you, he was a sore loser.
“Drop it.”
The bark in his voice sent a bolt of pleasure through you, adding to the death grip his hands had on your hips and the pulsing of him between your ass you were already teetering on overstimulation. Yet you pressed on regardless.
“The weight, or the attitude?”
“The weight, smartass. Gonnae deal wit tha’ attitude later. C’mere.”
Standing up straight against him, he pulled your hips in closer letting you feel him hardening in the crevice of your ass. His lips ghosted the flesh of your ear and his hot breath fell over the curve of your neck. 
“Ya testin my patience, bonnie. And ya a’ready got me workin a full stauner ‘ere.”
The flesh of his lips was warm, soft. At complete odds with the cold stone frustration that wrapped around his words. He began to rock his hips into yours, desperate to feel any friction against him, wanting nothing more than to bury himself deep within your cunt. You had only now noticed how wet you were, so focused on the game at play you all but ignored your own arousal. But you weren’t quite finished with this cat and mouse match just yet. 
“Its your own fault, Johnny. I just wanted a simple lesson, you had to turn it into whatever this is.”
As you spoke your hands reached around to his hips, and at the trailing of your words you wrapped your hands around his hardening cock. The feeling of him throb through the fabric made your pussy clench, ache for him to fill you to the brim.
Soap’s breath hitched at the slightest touch of your fingers around him. Instinctively his hips thrust into your grip, eliciting a guttural moan escaping from his lips.
“Yer a fuckin minx, y’know that.”
There was something so endearing when he used nicknames for you, but minx was one you cherished more than most. You knew you had bested him at his own game. You would flaunt your victory in front of him for days to come, but you knew all too well you’d have to survive the onslaught of poor sore loser Soap first. And with that thought in mind, you decided ‘what the hell, go big or go home.’
“Is that gonna be it for it today Soap, or are you planning on giving me a real workout at some point?”
Ultimate Poke. All that playful beaming faded from his face, and those bright blue orbs turned as dark as the deep ocean. He knew he lost the battle, but that last quip threw him over the defeated edge. Quickly he dragged you over to the wall and pressed your back against the cold mirrored glass. His arms outstretched on either side, thick frame caging you in, denying any escape from his sorely beaten fury.
“Yer askin for it, aren’t ya. Meet me outside hen, an’ I’ll give ya a real workout.”
With that, he left you against the wall. Heart nearly pounding out of your chest and body electrified in victorious conquest. You had bested your Scot at his own game. So many times he had won you over, making you crumble to his feet in utter defeat. You relished in this, bathed in the energy that still filled the room. And as you peeled yourself from the cold glass you looked around and reminisced on those silent victories littered throughout the room. You left quietly, your feet floating on the high your mind had manifested. And as you turned the corner to go down the back hall, with your head held high and a proud step in your gate you marched towards door and openly invited whatever defeated torment Soap would throw at you. 
*************
The taste and smell of leather rushed over your senses like a barreling riptide, a constant push pull motion not too dissimilar to the movements your bodies were making now. It was the only thing keeping you held down to reality as you felt him piston his cock deep within your hole. You had won the battle in the weight room, but Soap would win the war in here; a spare equipment room where the stench of sweat and blood hung to the walls like ancient moss. 
“Steamin fuckin’ Jesus, bonnie. Got me runnin fire hot ‘ere.”
Even now he couldn’t help but run his mouth. One hand with a firm grip on your hip keeping you still, the other held down in the crook of your neck forcing your face into the fabric of the overwarn bench. The earlier comment about “not blowing your back out” rang between your ears, and the memory of the events only minutes before played through your mind like a sultry viewmaster. 
You were basking in the torturous pace he had on your cunt when he unexpectedly repositioned himself and the head of his cock hit that bundle of nerves deep within your pussy. Your walls clenched around him, and a husky drawn out moan escaped your sweat covered lips. 
“No more sass mouthin eh, lass. Aye, know how to shut that fuckin mouth a yers.”
The growl in his voice went straight to your core, and that familiar pulsing ache began to build deep within your lower belly. Soap was right; your grasp on speech had all but left you. Words were foreign or nonexistent all together. As always, he knew just how and when to make you fall apart around him. Soap’s pace began to falter, his hold on your flesh tightening to an all out death grip. A telltale sign that he was close.
Desperate for your own release, your hand traveled down and found the burning nerves of your clit and began to swiftly rub at its pulsing flesh. 
“That’s it. Cum for me, bonnie. Cum on my cock.”
You were helpless against him. The walls of your cunt convulsed around him as your fingers continued to frantically rub at the flesh of your clit. The waves of your orgasm washed over your skin, goosebumps rippling over your overstimulated flesh. With one final thrust Soap buried himself deep inside you, both hands now gripping into the flesh of your hips as he pulsed his seed deep within your hole. Everything around you fell away; the walls, the stench,the feel of the cold leather against your flesh. All you felt was him. 
As you slowly came down from your orgasmic high he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought your body flush against his own. The sweat between your bodies melded with the fluids dripping from your cunt, still lightly pulsing around the flesh of his softening cock. Soap latched his lips into the crook of your neck, his tongue tasting the salty essence of his defeated wrath against you. As reality began to come into view once more, your mind finally regained the will for speech, and as usual you had to give him your signature ‘sass mouthin.’
“Shit, Soap. Is every workout session gonna end like this?”
He moaned into the flesh of your neck. No doubt there was going to be a bruised hickey left in his wake.
“Nah bonnie, ‘his is only for rewards members.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at his remark, and as you turned your head to meet his lips you left him with one last playful quip before taking his mouth. 
“Then sign me up.”
And he followed suit, in proper Soap fashion.
“Yes ma’am.”
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𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕁𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕖❀*ੈ✩‧₊˚
NOT 100% PROOF READ!!
Pairings: E!42 x Black!reader
˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.
Heads up: Black-coded reader, swearing, kissing, high school age ranged, use of the 'n word, touchy miles, established relationships, rekindling relationships, slight angst, cheating
Summary- after numerous attempts of trying to get Miles to take you serious, you finally meet someone who's willing to do just that. Miles finds out about this and tries to distract himself with someone else but when he sees you and your new talking stage at a party, he can't help but feel like he lost something so precious to him. He can't and won't let you go.
Ding! Ding!
You stirred out of your sleep and opened your eyes, letting a quiet yawn escape from your lips. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, laying in the comfort of Miles' bed. The led lights were set to a low purple and you could see the moonlight peaking through the curtains of the window. You also noticed your boyfriend's sleeping form sprawled out across his side of the mattress.
Being awoken by the sound of Miles phone going off, you reached over to take a look. There was about 54 different notifications coming from a group chat saved ss 'the boys🧟‍♂️'. You felt slight relief having thought it was some girl blowing up his phone or something. However, you were still a bit annoyed by the fact the it was 2:37 in the morning and you would like to be asleep right now.
Shaking him lightly, you called for Miles. "Baby, your folks blowin' up ya phone."
He slowly opened his eyes and squinted as he stretched himself out his sleep. Barely paying you any mind, he immediately turned and opened his phone to a flurry of messages. You just looked at him, somewhat expecting him to say something but he just sat and read through his phone. You just decided to lay back down and pull the covers over yourself until you heard Miles' phone start ringing.
Miles grumbled about being woken up so early but promptly answered the call.
"Yo, what's happenin'?" the tired boy laid back on his pillow while rubbing his eyes.
"Yur, what's good Morales. You doin something right now?"
Miles had given you a side glance before quickly back in front of him. "Nah, i'm just with Y/N. I'm free." You felt slightly hurt by his choice of words. 'Just Y'N'
"Well we finna link up at the basketball court, you gon be there right?" You could hear his homeboy on the phone and he sounded very awake for it to be so late. It wasn't that you cared what Miles did, but you weren't expecting him to leave you alone in his bed to hang with his people.
"Maldito hombre, ya ves qué hora es? It's 2:41 in the mornin' nigga."
"Man ain't nobody tryna hear that shit! You coming or not?"
There was a long pause before Miles gave him an answer. He looked to have been thinking and you silently prayed that he would tell them to get the fuck on. But it's not like him to disappoint you of course so you really didn't know what to expect. All you could do is wish that the bed was too comfortable for him to leave, if you weren't reason enough.
"Who all gon be there?" Miles leaned up from the pillow to sit up. He looked around his room for his dirty, basketball shoes. Not getting up until he got an answer.
"Uhh, me, Jay, Ganke, and the rest of the crew." There was music in the background of the call and you could hear the sounds of laughing accompanied with yelling on the other side.
"OH! And Gwen's coming with her little friends~" Miles was already made the decision to go but he didn't get up yet. Hearing that there were unknown females going, you cringed at the thought of him entertaining them.
You watched for a sign of excitement or a sense of urgency after his friend's words but he was still as nonchalant as ever.
"Aight, I'll be there in about...15 minutes. Déjame vestirme muy rápido."
"Aight bro, see ya in a little bit."
"Yeah, bye."
You sat up from the bed as your boyfriend got up from it. You were beyond pissed by the fact he was just going to leave you there.
"Are you leaving?" The answer was already known but you asked anyway. It irked your nerves the way he disregarded you being there in the first place.
Miles threw on some grey sweats and a white wife-beater. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fina go with the boys 'cuz they tryna hoop." He slipped on some nike socks, still looking for his shoes.
You guys had gotten into multiple arguments about this. How he'd leave you at the drop of a hat for anything that wasn't important. It hurt you deeply to see how he seriously he didn't take you or your feelings.
You were obviously disappointed and upset but tried not to let it show. It's not this is the first time this has happened anyway. Y'all's relationship was never perfect.
One time, he stood you up for a date that he planned so he could play the game with his homeboys. You sat in this nice restaurant with your pretty black dress only to walk out with embarrassed tears streaming down your face. Or the time he 'forgot' he was supposed to have a cute little couple sleep over with you. Watch movies, eat snacks, and enjoy each other's company. Instead he made plans to hang out with his crew, completely disrespecting your time. But time always seems to repeat itself.
And yes you were very much aware of his Prowler duties, but more often then not it was just Miles being Miles.
"Damn, you wasn't fina let me know something? That's cool I guess.." Try to be as passive aggressive as possible, you have Miles the stankest face ever which he just returned with an eye roll.
"Ian even know they was going to play. Nadie hizo planes, don't be mad at me I didn't even do anything." He retorted as he moved into his closet in search for these shoes.
You no longer allowed yourself to get crazy upset over Miles actions anymore, his words going in one ear and out the other. However that doesn't mean that it don't bother you as much. "You never do anything, do you?"
"Bro what?" The boy turned around from his closest seemingly found what he was looking for. He looked at you with squinted eyes and a slight scowl.
"Nothin' nigga, just don't even worry about." You threw your hands up and let them fall onto your thighs with a smack. Your body language exuded attitude and you could only smile in disbelief. Your boyfriend was so perfect on the outside. Pretty eyes, pretty lips, handsome face, tall, lean with muscle, if only he had the heart to back up his looks.
"Mami don't start that arguing shit, Ian tryna here that."
"You never tryna hear nothing I say though so it doesn't really matter, does it?"
"Y/N, I just wanna hoop with the boys. I do not wanna hear that shit 'cuz if we start arguin' yo ass gon' start cryin'." Miles sat down in his gaming chair to roughly put on his air forces. He was obviously getting annoyed and now he seemed like he was in a rush to leave you even quicker.
"Yeah, it's always the boys, gotta go with the boys, gotta see the boys, but when it comes to spendin' some time with your 'girl' you can't be there." Your hand movements became more aggressive the more Miles talked.
"Yeah well ain't nobody forcin' you to be wit me so do what you gotta do, bro." He didn't even look up from his shoes as he indirectly confessed he didn't give two fucks about you.
There was a silence that fell onto the room. It seemed like it didn't matter how many times you tried to put effort into making your boyfriend reciprocate your feelings, it was just impossible.
Getting up from the bed, you began to dress yourself to leave. "If that's how you feel Morales, consider this shit dead." You grabbed your phone from his nightstand and quickly opened the Uber app.
Miles sucked his teeth and finished lacing his shoes. "Y/N come on, you overreacting." He stood up from his chair grabbed his hoodie, tossing it on over his tank top.
Your face was lit up by your phone screen as your ordered an Uber and ignored Miles completely. "It's 2:57, you better hurry before they start to miss you." Turning your body away from the boy and stuffing your book bag with your stuff, you turned around and made your way to the door.
"So we done, for real? Over some bullshit?" Miles stood in between you and the door, blocking your path.
"It's not bullshit, Miles. You don't understand so just move." You pinched the bridge of nose and closed your eyes in annoyance.
He looked down at you for a couple of seconds then said 'Aight'. As soon as he moved you opened the door and walked out, night entirely ruined.
It pained you to think about how you gave your all to a nigga who could care less about letting you down. You sure knew how to pick them. Miles hadn't even thought about telling you he was going to leave, not that he should have been leaving in the first place. If this was what love was supposed to be, you didn't want it at all.
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On the way to the basketball court, Miles' last conversation with played throughout his head. He loved you, but you just did too much sometimes. So what if he wanted to hangout with his friends? Or just changed his mind about somethings. This was just how he was and if you didn't like it, you could leave just like you did. He didn't realize how much of his mind you took up until he was left alone with his thoughts.
The weight of what just happened hadn't fallen on him yet. He didn't feel bad or any regret about what he said or has done. It's not like he did anything wrong, right? Of course not, this is just what happens before you call him and apologize for tripping on him.
As Miles pulled up to the spot, he sent you a text.
- lmk when u done bein mad nd shi
Throwing his phone into his passenger seat, he jogged over to his friends, greeting everyone that wasn't currently playing basketball.
"Yo! What's good my boy?" Ganke dapped Miles up and punched him playfully.
"Yo, what's good Ganke." Miles laughed at his friends antics, still trying to shake off his sleep.
Jay looked around Miles and then behind him confusingly. Ganke doing the same thing.
"I thought you were with Y/N? Where she at?" Jay questioned now looking at Miles' car in search of you.
Instead of questioning his homeboys own interest in you, he shrugged his shoulders. "She got mad 'cuz I was tryna come link up with y'all so she left." The latino leaned against the ragged fence as he watched the people on the court. "We were sleep when ya'll called but I guess she wanted me to stay or somethin'".
Jay and Ganke shared a look and then turned their attention back into Miles. "You know that's kinda fucked up." Ganke started.
"Yeah, ya know you didn't have to come if it was like that. To be honest, if it was me," Jay pushed off the fence and in front of the other too boys to finish his statement. "I'd stay in that bed with her all night long. No disrespect but Y/N is fine as fuck!" Ending his sentence with laughter, Miles could tell he wasn't joking.
"Damn, you must be plottin' on her or something? I know she fine.." Miles trailed off not giving his friends words much thought until now. He crossed his arms and gave Jay a pointed look.
"Nah bro it ain't like that, I'm just sayin if it was me she wouldn't be gettin' mad over nothin'."
"Riiiight."
The two boys began to walk closer to each other, seemingly trying to size up the other. Ganke stuck a hand in between the boys' chest, trying to keep any altercation from happening.
Jay had a history of sly remarks towards Miles about you, as so did the rest of the group. None of them were blind and could obviously see how bad Miles treated you. They could also see how honestly attractive you were. Multiple attempts were made by Jay to try and get with you, but like the good girlfriend you are, you shit that shit down immediately.
"We came here to chill and play ball, ya'll mothafuckas need to chill out." Miles continued to glare at his so called 'homeboy' until Jay backed down.
"You got it bro." The dread head smiled at Miles and threw his hand up in defense. He just let it go before things escalated into something worse.
After a couple rounds of basketball, sleepiness over took Miles' body once again. About 2 hours had past and it felt like a good time to go home and fall back asleep in your embrace. He said goodbye to his friends although leaving Jay out. Once he made his way to his car, he hopped in and checked his phone.
Clicking yours and his conversation, he looked down in confusion.
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Whatever, bro. That's what Miles thought as he drove back to his home. He wasn't gonna stress over being left on read when he knows you'll come back, because you always come back.
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It's been 3 weeks since you talked to Miles. You would ignore him in the halls, at lunch, and in the classroom. Even though you and him had pretty much the same classes, it wasn't hard to simply ask for a seat change.
And then a month passes by with no contact from you. When he finally let go of his pride and spammed your phone with messages about how much he misses you and filled your call log with his contact, he couldn't help but feel lost. He wanted nothing more than for you to talk to him again. The girl he started dating was just an attempt to distract himself from blowing up your phone.
He'd heard news about you talking to someone new and he didn't believe that you'd actually move on from him until he saw it with his own eyes. Mrs. Perkins class was the only class that you had to keep your seat next to Miles.
One day Miles couldn't seem to mind his business and kept taking peaks at your phone. He saw messages between you and your friends about a party this Saturday. The desperate boy strained his eyes for more information but ultimately gave up. After asking around the school, he got the date and time for said party. He couldn't get you to meet up with him anymore so he just had to seek you out in other ways.
The school day came to an end and every one could finally go home. On the way to his dorm, you plagued Miles' brain. Thoughts of your sweet voice and pretty smile clouded his mind and left an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. Something was constantly missing from his life now. Whether it be a simple text from you or even just the loving way you would stare into his eyes. He deeply regretted taking his time with you for granted.
Miles couldn't help but scroll through old pictures of the two of you. He didn't smile in a single one and paid you no mind in any of them. It was amazing to you how long you stood up with his bullshit. He studied the ways the couples around his school would embrace each other and share love so easily. Jealousy was the only way Miles could correctly label his feelings.
Saturday couldn't come any faster. Everyone was happy to be temporarily free from there school duties and enjoy the weekend. Most people spent there Saturday preparing themselves for this party. There were so supposed to be drinks, food, music, and all around just a good time. Although for Miles, all he wanted to see was you.
Your friends wanted you to attend this party so desperately. You may have been able to keep a stoic attitude on the outside, but secretly you were trying to deal with the way yours and Miles relationship ended. Sure you were talking to a new nigga but you couldn't help but miss Miles. Even when he would pay you any attention you missed is company. Your entire relationship wasn't 'bad', it just wasn't perfect. To you at least.
The party was going to be an outdoor type of thing. It seemed to be a very warm not so you decided to go with something tight and short. Spinning in the mirror, you admired the way you dress fitted your pretty figure, feeling even cuter with your heels. It wasn't too much but it was better than most.
You took a few mirror pics and posted the best ones on your instagram. It didn't take long for your inbox to be filled with messages from random dudes, friends hyping you up, and some family telling you how good you looked.
A smile planted itself on your face as you red through the messages and replied to most of them. You felt so confident and hoped that the rest of the night would be just a good.
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Miles sat in his driver seat waiting outside his dorm building while scrolling through instagram. He would come across the usual food reel or shoe announcements until he refreshed his page and you popped up. You looked so damn good he couldn't believe it. Miles wasn't blind, he knew you weren't ugly but he'd never stop to admire how absolutely gorgeous you are. He stared at the picture for a while until his new girlfriend yanked the car door open and plopped herself into the passenger seat.
Miles quickly liked the photo and put his phone in his visor, feeling somewhat caught. Your curves stayed on his mind while driving to the spot. Lil baby, G herbo, and Gunna blasted through his car speakers as his girl rambled on about how much fun there were gonna have at this party. She wanted to party with him but Miles only wanted to talk to you.
Khelani had nothing on you. She was just some chick who had been thirsting after him ever since ya'll two were together so he'd thought she'd be a descent distracted. The woman just became a hellish annoyance.
He pulled into an empty parking spot and locked his doors on his way towards everyone. He kept his eyes peeled for you, not caring for anyone else at the moment. Khelani clinged onto Miles' arm for dear life yet he kept trying to push her away. He'd much rather hearing you yell at him for being a dick than hear her whine about getting no attention from him.
The boy looked away from the girl out of irritation only to lay eyes on you. He could practically smell your Chanel perfume and taste your Dior laced lips. His mouth went dry as he gazed over your soft curves and pretty curls/braids brought your look together. 'Oh my god' he thought to himself as he eyed you head to toe.
Miles attention was suddenly brought to Khelani as she told him she was leaving with some friends. She attempted to give him a quick kiss but he quickly weaved out the way. Clearly embarrassed, she laughed it off and finally walked away giving Miles the opportunity to go talk to you.
As he made his way closer to you, a familiar face came into view. It was Jay. The same Jay that talked about getting with you right when you two were having problems. The same Jay that would ogle you and make sly remarks about how good he thought you looked. The same Jay talking to his girl right now.
Jealousy and irritation clouded his thoughts as he watched from a distance. He didn't like the fact that Jay had the nerve to talk to his girl. 'His girl'. It didn't matter to Miles if he himself had died, you were still of limits to anyone. He glared at the dread head, diminishing any feelings of friendship that he had left for him.
The closer Miles got, the easier it was to read the situation. Both of you were arguing about something and it seemed pretty heated. You were calmly retorting to whatever Jay was yelling at you about, talking more with your hands than you were your mouth. He quietly stood in front of you two with his hands in his pockets and without being noticed.
You and your new talking stage had been having problems with consistency. He had been busy with school and you had your own responsibilities to deal with. Most of the time the both of you would go without texting each other for days on end.
Whatever it was y'all were arguing about, Jay stormed off mad as fuck leaving you all by your lonesome. This is where Miles swoops in so to save you from your thoughts. He stepped closer to you until you finally looked up and noticed him standing in front of you.
"Oh, Miles.."
"What's good, ma?"
You shifted your weight onto one leg and promptly poked out your hip. Miles couldn't help but do a double take on your body.
"Nothin' much, how you been love?"
Although you felt a bit reluctant to talk to Miles again, this being the first time in a long time, you were aching to have a conversation with him.
Miles smiled at the cute pet name. Even though you called everyone love because of it being part of your southern lingo, it still made his heart beat fast. He had leaned in even closer to you now, your scent taking over his senses.
"I've missed you so I ain't been doing to good, ya feel me?" Miles placed an arm behind the little bar behind you, trying to infiltrate your personal bubble as much as you'd allow.
You didn't really focus on how fast Miles was closing in on you. You were solely focused on the fact at how fine he looked with his freshly done braids, gold jewelry, and tight fitted shirt.
You took a sip of your drink and gave Miles an amused look. "You missed me? Are you sure?" You nodded your head in the direction of Khelani. Miles rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.
He pulled up a stool and sat directly in front of you, longs legs caging your own.
Miles studied your face for a second until he couldn't help the smile that ripped through his face. "So that's the type of niggas you like now? You and Jay cute, I guess."
You laughed softly and sighed. "Just trying something new, I guess." You rolled your eyes and shrugged your shoulders, mimicking Miles' earlier actions.
He chuckled before stopping and studying your face once more. His expression slowly changed to a happy one to a frustrated one.
"So you miss me or nah? I've been thinkin' about you a lot, Y/N."
You didn't exactly know how to feel in the moment. On one hand Miles was sweet and loving when he wanted to be, but on the other hand he was only sweet and loving when he 'wanted' to be. Mixed feelings is what you would describe your relationship as.
"I don't know, Miles. I'm not angry at you anymore but.." You decided that it'd be better to not hold grudges but you weren't going to ignore your personal feelings. That's just the way he is and if he wasn't willing to change for you then you weren't gonna force him.
"But what?" Miles looked you deep into your eyes. He had hooked his fingers onto yours and started toying with them absentmindedly. The physical touch and eye contact slightly made your walls crumble.
"I just don't think your ready for a relationship, at least not with me. I don't want to be treated like a side hoe." You took a deep breath to try and calm your beating heart from jumping out your chest. "That's fine if that's what you want, but you not getting it from me."
He stayed quiet for a second and bit his lower lip while he thought. "Mami... listen, I'm sorry okay. I should have treated you better... it was stupid of me to let you go. I just didn't want things to go too fast... I loved being with you, you know that. I'm not like the old me. I want you back..." He started rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand.
"But you not understanding where I'm coming from, Miles. How can I what you say when we've been through this so many times? I don't want you to keep breaking my heart, love." You looked up at the lovestruck boy with sad eyes accompanied with a sad smile.
Miles looks hurt by your response to him. "I'm just hurting mami, I miss you. I miss the good times you and I had together. I miss the good mornings and the good nights. I just want you back and I'll do anything for you,"
He leaned closer, brushing your hair out of your face. "You know I never meant to treat you bad, right? It's just..." He thought for a moment on how to tell you the truth. "...My own insecurities got the best of me. If I let all that go, if we try again... this time there won't be any games, no dumb things to ruin us."
Your eyebrows furrowed and you went into a deep thought. It seemed like you not being there has really made him realize how much you really were. There was no denying that you had also missed Miles, you had just wanted to be appreciated.
"Ok," you sighed and closed your eyes.
"Ok? Whachu mean ok? Y/N I just told yo-"
"You got one more chance. If you fuck it up, you blocked forever." Looking up at him with a pleased expression, you brought his hand to your face and placed it against your cheek.
"Damn I missed you so much."
Miles smiled and caressed your cheek, having miss the warm feeling of your affection for to long. He leaned in and placed a desperate kiss onto your glossy lips. He wrapped his arms around your hips and placed his hands on your ass, slowly rubbing in large circles.
You broke away from the kiss with worried look on your face. "What about Khelani? Have you talked to her yet?"
Miles reached for his phone and opened it to his contacts. He promptly deleted Khelani's contact and conversations from his phone. After he was done blocking her on everything, he passed you his phone.
"We weren't exclusive, but it's just you and me now."
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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚄𝚂 [𝙴𝙿𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙳𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴] 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂.   feel free to change pronouns/tenses/anything to suit scenarios, etc.
and that’s your biggest worry?
the whole world becomes sick all at once.
i presume the prospect of a viral pandemic keeps you up at night as well.
well, now there is reason to evolve.
i was gonna’ make you birthday pancakes.
you know i don’t really like pancakes.
you’re still alive, you old fucker.
he’s dependent on me. not the same.
i’m not splittin’ this job.
i barely wanna split it with you.
we could work a double.
i’ll bring back a cake.
shit. hope for us yet.
can’t tell you how exciting it was listenin’ to that fuckin’ conversation.
i swear you will use this later in life.
hey, is everything okay? like, on the news?
there was just a lot of police and stuff on the road today.
people out there need to get right with jesus.
i was thinkin’ we’d make some cookies.
you wanna’ give me a hand?
you locked the door for once. good job.
that doesn’t mean anything to you, i’m sorry.
i’ll get us one tomorrow. 
you got me a present?
where’d you get the money for this?
i sell hardcore drugs.
it’s better than what i do.
i could’ve stolen 60, but i put the change back because i’m an honest thief.
besides, it’s the thought that counts.
you were never gonna do it for yourself, so.
but i’m in jail. 
wasn’t my fault this time!
look, it doesn’t fuckin’ matter.
it’s a fuckin’ madhouse, [name].
get in the truck! right now!
we’re gonna’ be brave, and we’re gonna’ get outta this.
[name], you get back inside the house!
they’re saying it’s a virus— some kind of parasite.
minute ago, newsman wouldn’t shut up.
how do you know we’re not sick?
they’re saying it’s mostly people in the city.
somebody else’ll come along.
fuck! everybody had the same fuckin’ idea.
i can’t get through this.
son of a bitch, gotta’ go around. grab somethin’!
i can’t drive through ‘em all.
there’s nowhere to fuckin’ go!
easy now. we’re not sick!
we’re gonna get you somewhere safe first. 
i gotta’ get you up.
there’s gonna be a little tickle right here. 
or i could just shoot you. 
yeah, but then what would you do?
i just know they’re real.
pills and bullets, bullets and pill.
well, the more you shoot people, the harder it is to sleep, i guess.
i need the bag back.
hey, do yourself a favor... stay off the streets for the next few nights.
fuckin’ fireflies been blowin’ shit up all week.
two of our guys got shot this morning. 
it’s easy to make a mistake in the dark. 
what do you want me to say, [name]?
it’s not like i planned on... rippin’ you off.
how about we just let it go?
what else are you gonna’ do?
you gonna’ keep me here? kill me?
i want you to forget this ever happened.
i paid you for it, you sold it to someone else, and you spent my money. 
i mean, you think i’ve never done shit like that?
my guys fucked you up.
you cut off a finger or whatever the fuck you want— i don’t care.
they’re your fuckin’ guys. 
i give you my word that he won’t hurt you.
they’re shooting. they’re shooting at us. 
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, fuck... you. 
hey, people are gonna come looking for me!
let me out or you’re gonna pay, motherfuckers!
i’m not supposed to be here!
is there any chance it’s comin’ in at night?
it’s never taken him more than a day to respond.
you’re a capable guy, but there are worse things than infected out there.
i got jumped by a couple guys. 
you know these guys were born after the outbreak. never learned how to argue, they just start swingin’. 
it’s a miracle you’re alive. 
it’s a miracle any of us are alive. 
nothing’s lost. shit like this is gonna’ happen. 
now we just shake it off, and we go get our cards back, or the battery. 
okay, fuck it, we get our money back and the battery. 
but i would very much like for you to hurt him. 
let’s go hunt that motherfucker down. 
my answer is to follow fuckin’ orders.
why do you have some random girl locked in a room?
we are in a war against a military dictatorship to restore democracy and freedom.
are we winning?
you tell me to look for the light and i’ll break your jaw.
how about we start with thank you?
i am the one who told ‘em not to shoot you, if you recall.
you that anxious to be a soldier?
you think i chose that place?
they put me there when i was a baby. it’s for orphans. 
you my fucking mom or something?
do i look like your mom?
why won’t you let me go home?
you have a greater purpose than any of us could’ve ever imagined.
what i’m going to tell you cannot be repeated to anyone. because if you do, i assure you, you will die. 
take it he wasn’t down here last time?
you think he came down after he was infected?
it’s like they reframed the whole structure. 
what the fuck? someone put a piano in front of this?
war must be goin’ pretty shitty for you to be buying from scumbags like him. 
he obviously didn’t take fuck off for an answer. 
i need it for a better reason than you do. 
you’re the cause of it. you turned my own brother against me. 
we won’t make it anywhere like this. not for a while anyway. 
oh, you don’t have time?
i know what you’re capable of— for better or worse. 
my team will not jeopardize that. 
remember what i told you?
the radio’s a smuggling code, right?
i’ve never been on the other side of the wall.
so, what’s the deal with you anyway?
you some kinda bigwig’s daughter or somethin’?
holy shit, i’m actually outside.
you stay close and you follow my lead. 
okay, let’s talk this out. 
yep. we’re doin’ this by the book.
you would’ve killed me!
i should fucking kill you!
it doesn’t matter! you have to trust me!
they’re gonna catch us if we don’t run!
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how about Ted coming home all sweaty from an intense session in the Richmond gym and Reader finds herself massively turned on by the way his muscles are defined & his panting
Mmmm... sweaty Ted. Now you're speakin' my language. Let's get this man outta these sweaty clothes, shall we?
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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)
Smut: Let's see where this goes... *evil laugh*
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You were deep in some homemade pasta -- one of Ted's favorite dishes you make -- when you hear the door close and heavy panting.
"Hi sweetheart, I'm in here!" you shout, not turning from the sauce you're stirring.
"Hi, sugar, sorry I'm late. Felt like blowin' off some steam in the gym and got a little carried away," he answers, coming behind you with his hands on your hips. You can feel the body heat emanating from him immediately, the musk of his cologne and natural scent wafting into your nose.
He leans his head on your shoulder and you pull a hand behind you to touch his hair and it's...damp. No, wet. With sweat.
"Oh sweetie, you're so..." and as you turn around, you see his face glistening, his shirt soaked through, his chest still heaving.
"Sexy."
Ted laughs, running a hand through his hair, tendrils falling over his forehead. Unruly locks, as usual.
"Oh, gee. I don't know about that, I'm a bit of a mess," he answer. "I jogged home and that may have added to some of the perspiration..."
Your eyes marvel at him. His chest broad and catching breath still, his forearms shiny with sweat, his hands warm on your waist still. His muscles of his biceps are visible under the sticky shirt.
Forget the pasta. Fuck it.
Your hands climb under his shirt, his chest and belly sticky with sweat, his chest hair still soft but masculine under your fingertips.
"Wha...what are you doin', sugar?' he asks, breathless, watching you flip a switch.
"Touching you... my God, Ted Lasso, you're a sight for sore eyes..."
You back him up against the island behind him, roping your hands around his neck and kissing him. His breath is minty fresh, his skin hot to the touch and it's all the right things at all the right time.
Your lips move down his neck, kissing the salty sweat of his skin and God, you didn't know this man could turn you on more. His hands run down your back, past your waist to your hips and down your ass, and back up.
"Guess I'll need to come home like this more often," he musters with a breath. "Mmm-hmm, you should, baby..." you whisper, kissing down, crouching, then kneeling. Ted's mouth watches you intently.
"Wha...what are you doin' now?" he asks, but he knows exactly what you're doing.
Your eyes look at him, dripping with lust, as you move his joggers down his legs, his thighs strong and defined. You drag his navy blue boxer briefs down too, freeing him. He's hard and ready, his cock red and leaking already.
A kiss to it, a quick lick, and you take him in your mouth, splaying your hands across his belly and hips, returning one to wrap around his thick, hot length as you take him deeper.
He's completely in awe, watching you worship his body like this. Even in his marriage -- on a good day -- this wasn't on the table. His big hands move into your hair, holding it back as you work.
"Mmmm," you moan as you keep taking him deeper.
"Oh, sweetheart... oh, I'm gonna..." Ted murmurs, his hips tensing and thighs twitching.
You squeeze his hip and his thigh to let him know it's okay. You welcome it.
As he feels your response, he pumps his hips into your mouth gently, moaning your name in his deep Kansas drawl.
"Oh... fuck," he says, an unexpected curse leaving his lips before you feel him spill into your mouth.
He leans against the island, panting. You wipe your mouth and climb back up to meet him, kissing his cheek before he turns your face toward his to kiss your lips.
"Sorry for attacking you, couldn't help but have a snack before dinner," you joke, and his eyes roll back as he takes another breath. "Go take a shower, and I'll finish dinner."
He nods dumbly, pulling up his pants and holding you to him.
"God, I love you," he says into your hair, smiling and giggling at what just happened.
"I love you, too, Teddy."
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BOOYAH! A man that hot needs a job-well-done award for that workout. Perfect. Thanks for the prompt, friend!
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Blowin' in the Wind • Girl from the North Country • Masters of War • Down the Highway • Bob Dylan's Blues • A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall • Don't Think Twice, It's All Right • Bob Dylan's Dream • Oxford Town • Talking World War III Blues • Corrina, Corrina • Honey, Just Allow Me One More Chance • I Shall Be Free
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Song of the Day - “A Change Is Gonna Come”
Today marks the 60th anniversary of Sam Cooke recording his great civil rights anthem “A Change Is Gonna Come” - January 30th, 1964, at RCA Studios in Hollywood, California.
Cooke wrote it in the Fall of 1963 when he and his band were turned away from a motel in Louisiana.
While it wasn’t one of Cooke’s biggest hits, it is considered his most influential and powerful composition, and has come to be called among the the greatest songs ever released. It was selected for preservation by the Library of Congress and the National Recording registry sa being “culturally, historically, or aesthetically important”.
Besides the painful inspiration of being banished from a whites-only motel, Sam Cooke was also inspired by Bob Dylan’s “Blowin’ In The Wind”, which he saw as an example of how a popular song could move people positively. He was further inspired by Dr. King’s dream speech from August of 1963.
Cooke gave his frequent collaborative arranger Rene Hall free rein with the instrumentation and orchestration. Hall recognized the power of the song and decided to add a full orchestra and design the arrangement like a movie score.
It was organized to present the song for the first time on Johnny Carson’s “Tonight Show” on February 7th, and a full orchestra was brought in to add to the Tonight Show band.
The tape of the performance wasn’t saved for some reason, and the planned bigness of the debut was completely overshadowed by the Beatles’ performance on the Ed Sullivan Show a day or so later.
Cooke decided that the song spooked him and reminded him of death. He would never perform it again.
The song was first released on Cooke’s album “Ain’t That Good News” in March.
A single version was cut and prepared for release in December of the year.
Sam Cooke tragically died just before it was released.
“A Change Is Gonna Come” got famously covered by Otis Redding, and the Fifth Dimension.
Spike Lee chose it as the music under the scene in “Malcolm X” where Malcolm is contemplatively driving himself to the Audubon Ballroom where he will be assassinated. Very powerful.
The song has been sampled by many rappers.
When Barack Obama spoke just after winning election in 2008, his first words, in reference to this song were, "It's been a long time coming, but tonight, change has come to America.”
Then, at his inaugural, the song was performed in duet by Bettye LaVette and Jon Bon Jovi.
It continues to be performed by many artists at events both political and tribute oriented.
Truly one of America’s best anthems.... and never doesn't give me chills...
[Mary Elaine LeBey]
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♡ Underrated songs! ♡
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🎀 Factory Girl ♡ The Pretty Reckless
I'm waiting for my man on Hollywood and Vine, so fine Gettin' done in the LA sun, I'm on New York time Take a look at those red lights, green lights, blowin' my mind I'll show you somethin' if you show me a good time
🎀 I'll Do Anything ♡ Courtney Love
Give me one match so I can set myself on fire Let them eat coke until they all starve Give me one light that pulls down on me so hard Twist it like a miracle Blast your heart to shards
🎀 Looking Glass ♡ The Birthday Massacre
A boyish notion of false emotion These words are spoken despite my love A fool's devotion was set in motion My eyes are open now
🎀 Serial Killer Girl ♡ Snow White's Poison Bite
Hey, pretty boy let's have a slaughter tonight She's got a crucifix and she's gonna take your life This massacres for killers, I wanna be a sinner You're the one who's dead so take your last breath
🎀 You First ♡ Paramore & Remi Wolf
I like it when you're pissed off Fucked up in the head It makes me feel a little less crazy, oh
🎀 Checkmarks ♡ The Academy Is...
So suck your so called pity down Hey, that's not so bad, is it? So take your cold, cold heart and drown And don't forget to take deep breaths
🎀 Down in the Morgue ♡ Snow White's Poison Bite
Plastic surgery in the doctor's chair Scalpels cutting everywhere
🎀 First ♡ Lindsay Lohan
Don't wanna be like every other girl in the world Like every other one who wants you 'Cause when I see you something inside me burns And then I realise I wanna come first I wanna come first
🎀 Reverse This Curse ♡ Escape The Fate
A deadly wish, but it should've come sooner A corpse and a funeral that I would never attend There is a light on in the back of this house But you're not around, to die is to live in her head
🎀 Sure As Hell ♡ Tonight Alive
I never felt more free, I've never been more true Never thought I'd see today with you I didn't picture this, I wasn't hoping high Now I'm reaching for all the things I left behind Because I'm finally content and I sure as hell meant all of it
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That's it, byeeeee!! ˚。⋆୨୧˚♡
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infernalodie · 2 years
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𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧
“𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘶𝘱, 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦, 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨”
Inspo: Smino - Wild Irish Roses Tory Lanez - Blowin’ Minds
Pairings: Rue Bennett x Fem!reader x Jules Vaughn
Summary: There was always a chance on the table for you to reconnect both your girlfriends.
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Warnings: Practically just smut, threesome, fingering, face sitting (Rue receiving), scissoring, pet names, degradation kink, praise kink, and the tiniest sprinkles of angst
Words 1599
DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!
What steps did you take to find yourself between two beautiful girls?
Some would blame the alcohol in their system or even weed that was blinding their thoughts from coherently coming clean. But you’d been here before. You’d been pressed against a wall with both these girl’s making claim to specific parts of your body that were free to do with as they pleased. If that be kiss, bite, rub, or get themselves off of, it was theirs. So, in some way, you shouldn’t at all be surprised that you would come running back to them when you saw they were officially back together.
Tonight though, you were practically sandwiched together with their hands roaming your delicate body, shaping each curve with the softest touch. How the fuck did you manage this? See, you could pull some beautiful women as it wasn’t hard nowadays when you’re a Jacobs. But Jules and Rue had you hooked the moment you saw them making out across the party.
The relationship between you three wasn’t as complicated as most expected. You were all together with one another when Jules first arrived in Highland and had been since then. And with you being the sister of Nate Jacobs, Jules didn’t find herself blaming you for the bullshit Nate has put her in. But when Jules left and all you could do was pick up the pieces of her decision revolving around Rue, you thought the relationship to be non-salvageable.
Thankfully, you were very mistaken and you’d like to think that these two girl’s, kissing your neck and gripping the most sensitive parts of your body, would punish you for even thinking such a thing. They could get like that sometimes and you liked it more than the Silver BMW M8 sitting in the driveway of McKay’s house.
“God, I missed you.” Jules’ warm pants fanned the side of your neck with her hands on your hips. Pulling your ass into her crotch where she elicited a moan, fingers growing incredibly tighter on your hips. Her face was tucked into your neck, teeth nipping at your flushed skin as she grinded against you in a slow and teasing manner. Able to hit her clit just right that it enraptured her into getting off on your body.
Meanwhile, you were trying to process the affection from behind you, Rue stood in front of you with a smirk, amused at how easily you were falling apart for them. “So gorgeous when you’re like this, sweetie.” Her hand dove into the front of your leggings where her fingers brushed against your clit.
The sharp inhale that erupted from you made Rue’s smirk widen. “All sensitive and I’ve barely touched you, baby,” she acknowledged. “I can’t wait to watch Jules fuck you in front of me.”
With her deepest desire being pushed into the open, Rue’s fingers dove into your entrance. Listening to your moans she her two fingers slid into you with ease. “Rue, prep her,” Jules panted, forcefully slowing her hips from grinding. “I need to fuck her as soon as she’s ready.”
Listening to her girlfriends plea, Rue’s fingers curled inside you with ease thrust. Lowering her head just enough for her lips to ghost over yours. Twitching into a grin as she pulled away when you tried to chase for the intimacy. “R-Rue, please...” You whined, hands finding purchase with her shoulders, wanting nothing more than to kiss her.
When she made no movement to give it, you looked over your shoulder at a blissed Jules. “Jules.” The soft whine made the blonde smile softly, lean forward and connecting your lips in a delicate kiss. One of your hands coming to back to cup her cheek and pull her closer as opened your lips wider, inviting her tongue to explore. Which she greedily did, your tongues dancing together with teeth bumping together with each harsh thrust Rue performed.
Your cheeks only flared a bright red when the wet sounds between your legs could be heard with you crying out at the masterful curl of Rue’s fingers, hitting your g-spot perfectly.
Jules snickered quietly when you pulled away, hand grasping Rue’s wrist to stop her as you moaned. “Don’t be embarrassed, Princess,” Jules breathed, lips pecking your cheek. “It's so endearing hearing how desperate you are for us. Don’t be afraid to let everyone outside know as well.”
You weren’t sure how long you had been craving both these girls. No guy or girl was able to satisfy you as much as the double team these two ran on you for countless nights. Working you till your very end, dubbed down to nothing but a trembling, leaking, twitching mess on either Rue’s or Jules’ bed.
But keeping in mind that the New Years party was still ongoing just beyond the door that Rue leaned against, they knew they would have to wait for a little before they could break you. But if there was one thing that was for sure, it was that you worked in mysterious ways. Body moving in ways that made them rethink if waiting would even be worth it. Or the way that one of your simple glances could make their desires rise to the surface.
It’s like you were a cheat code and excuse for them to forget their morals and put their heart and soul into fucking you. And tonight, Rue could feel your actions take control of her mind, bewitched by the sight of you making out with Jules. “I’m tired of this.” Rue pulled her fingers from your entrance. Your head snapped in her direction, letting out a childish whine with half-lidded eyes, choked breaths leaving you with Jules continuing to mark your neck.
You were gifted with the show of watching Rue disregard every article of clothing on her body. First her sweater, then her sweatpants with her panties following suit, and then finally her shirt that left her chest completely bare. The sight had you salivating, practically launching yourself at the girl as your lips wrapped around one of her pebbled nipples. Rue let out a gasp, hand coming up to thread through your hair and pull you closer.
Her head lulled back, feeling another pair of lips wrap around her other nipple. She looked down to find both you and Jules, eagerly sucking on her pebbled nipples. “Oh, you two are amazing.” Rue moaned, fingers massaging both your guys’ scalps in a silent urge for you two to continue.
Seeing this as your opportunity, your hand reached down and pressed two fingers into her entrance. The response was a moan, nails digging into your scalp as your tongue pressed and flicked over her hardened nipple.
“Oh, fuck,” Rue groaned, hips bucking in hopes of speeding up the slow torturous rhythm you had made. “Y/n, please, baby! Please, faster.”
You didn’t listen but hummed. Teeth bristling over her nipple and earning cries of pleasure from the girl in front of you. Deciding to provide a bit of help to ease the ache at Rue’s apex, Jules pinched the girl’s clit and received a scream in response.
This carried on for a few moments longer. Wanting to show just how much you’d missed Rue. And you planned on giving the same attention to Jules.
You pulled away, licking your lips as you looked up at Rue. “Grab towels.”
Both she and Jules hastily did as you ordered and Jules laid down on the towel with Rue positioning her core over the blonde’s lips. And in an instant, she threw her head back in relief of Jules’ tongue diving into her folds and pushing past her trembling hole. You quickly pushed Jules’ skirt up to her waist and yanked her panties off, tossing them over towards your sweater.
Positioning yourself carefully, you slowly eased yourself down onto Jules’ core and groaned when your clit brushed against hers. But as you slowly figured out the perfect angle and speed, you began to rock your hips and press your core closer to hers. The heat radiating from her apex invaded yours and created a few beads of sweat to start building along your brow. Hot pants escaped your lips as you feverishly worked.
“You’re perfect, Jules.” You praised.
“So fucking beautiful your face in my pussy.” Rue added, hips rocking against the blonde's face. Uncaring of how dirty and wet her face would be after the three of you cleaned yourselves up.
Moans bounced off the walls of the room that felt far more compact than it may have been. The music and party going out beyond the bathroom door was a far-off memory. Only the blissful bursts of pleasure shooting through your body were what mattered. Rue and Jules were all that mattered.
And after roll of your hips, hearing the muffled moans that belonged to Jules and cries coming from Rue, your release was rapidly approaching. Your hips moved with abandonment, seeking and reaching for the highest peak of pleasure you knew would be possible of obtaining. The knot in your stomach grows tenser and tenser with each brush of your clit against Jules.
Until, finally, you met the precipice and you cried out. Teeth clamping down on the inside of Jules’ thigh, hips bucking feverishly to draw out the climax you’ve wanted for months. Rue fell apart all over Jules’ face and Jules’ arousal mixed with yours. Drenching both of your guys’ thighs as all three of you panted, wanting to live in this moment just a little longer.
There was no better place than this.
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eskawrites · 1 year
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looking at the lyrics for the last chapter of the celebrity fake dating au and getting all sentimental about what could’ve been so, for my own indulgence and maybe like 2 other people’s curiosity, here are some scrapped lyrics that never made it in but are very near and dear to my heart and to the story anyway
Caution by The Killers
Tonight the winds of change are blowin' wild and free / If I don't get out / Out of this town / I just might be the one who finally burns it down
(there was a point earlyyyyy on, before Robin and Nancy got so soft with each other, that their affair would’ve been a lot messier and a lot more reckless than it turned out to be, and this def would’ve been on one of those chapters)
Chicago - Sufjan Stevens (The Staves cover)
If I was crying / In the van, with my friends / It was for freedom / From myself, and for the land / I made a lot of mistakes
(i mean there are a lot of places this could’ve gone, particularly in the late 80s/early 90s chapters. and yes, the Staves cover part is important, their version is just hauntingly gorgeous)
Snow on the Beach - Taylor Swift (feat. Lana Del Rey)
Now it's like snow at the beach / Weird, but fuckin' beautiful / Flying in a dream Stars by the pocketful / You wanting me / Tonight feels impossible / But it's comin' down / No sound, it's all around
(this was so close to being the lyrics for the Golden Globes chapter. it was so freaking close. but i changed that chapter’s lyrics to Lover of Mine because it fit Robin’s uncertainty better. but damn, the first time i listened to Midnights i was like !!! cfdau!!)
Dear Reader - Taylor Swift
Dear reader / the greatest of luxuries is your secrets
(yes there are multiple Taylor Swift songs here. i’m sorry/you’re welcome. anyway this would’ve gone in the chapter after Steve’s affair got out. but that also happens to be the chapter where ronance finally kisses so their song (killing me by ofelia k) won out)
Keep Me - Novo Amor
Keep me honest, keep me kind / Keep me as your finish line / Keep me, keep me on fire
(i kept holding onto this for quiet moments with robin and nancy, particularly their balcony chats through the years, but it never ended up going in. still soft tho, and another one from the album that i listened to on repeat while i wrote those early chapters <3)
You’re On Your Own, Kid - Taylor Swift
'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned / Everything you lose is a step you take
(it would’ve worked so well for the second to last chapter, but Maya Hawke’s ‘Over’ won out because of course it did. that was the first chapter i put lyrics on (aside from the actual first chapter, since that’s the song the fic is named after)
Backup Plan - Maya Hawke
Your favorite game, your secrеt shame, your eyesorе / I wanna be anything you've lost that you might be lookin' for
(i mean....this is a fic about affairs. it would’ve gone so well during robin and nancy’s relationship or even in the months leading up to it when they’re both pining. this is another one that i just kept putting off so it never went in, but also ‘Over’ is my absolute favorite Maya Hawke song, and I kind of wanted to give it a place of privilege as her only song in the fic, or something silly like that)
On Board - Alana Henderson, Joshua Burnside
So you should get on board / With someone whose course is steadier than mine / You should get on board / With someone whose eyes are on the horizon / Not on the skies
(this is kinda a stobin song for this fic, and also a ronance song at some points, and i really couldn’t decide where it worked best but i really do love it as a robin pov song no matter what so maybe i’ll throw it in another fic at some point)
3 Rounds and a Sound - Blind Pilot
Now I see you, 'til kingdom come / You're the one I want / To see me for all / The stupid shit I've done
(listen this is just a very sweet, slow dancing in the kitchen kinda love song, but ‘you’re the one i want to see me for all the stupid shit i’ve done’ like?? that’s so good for robin and nancy? but i actually heard this for the first time pretty late in the process so it didn’t show up in time to make the cut)
Crow’s Feet - The Accidentals
Sometimes I will lose all I have just to see what remains / Sometimes it's like living a / Car crash, hot flash / It takes someone bleeding to get you believing / A record spinning / Obsessed with the end when it's just the beginning
(if i could i would paste this entire song into the beginning of this fic, or at the end, because it’s just such a good anthem about life and pain and the experience of years. it fits incredibly well with the last few chapters. but hey, maybe it’ll also show up in the future, maybe in some nancy pov or something)
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tavsboots · 19 days
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RULES: Post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear
Thank you for the Tag @fiachrastudios and @hungerofhadarr !! I adored reading Aelar's and Giilvas' posts.
Really had a blast doing this!! 💖
Here's Velric Greyhelm's mini...pinterest board I guess bwahaha!
Songs
Outfits
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(Why was it harder to find outfits than songs?! Tbf I guess I cheated since I just yoinked 5 songs from the playlist I made for him bwahaha)
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Tried to have the song choices reflect Velric's regret. He's ashamed of the vices of his past. And although he tries to do better, he can't help but mourn the life and love he abandoned.
I think for adventuring, Velric would don his usual seafaring clothes. Comfortable, roguish, and stylish. At camp he'd put on a wool sweater, some suspenders, worn slacks, and a trusty 'ol pair of fishing boots. For battle, he'd wear something that allows for freedom of movement; medium armor reinforced with leather padding.
Thanks for reading! Feel free to participate in this tag if it interests you~
Cheers :)
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indica-illusions · 3 months
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Indica illusions, metal boomin
I'm still coughin almost puking man this chick ain't human
Got me stuck ADHD delusions but tia got sticky green solutions
Seaweed roll like sushi
Weezy tunchie
Kush no cushion
My lungs got contusions
No confusion by the book these hoes blowin Kamasutra
This tree a titan cyborg booya
I'm the real ghost boy who you mane?
White no pouya
Got no pumas
These be chuck taylor's
217 chuck town chew ya got the beef for cheap chalupa
Little goofy squabble mucha lucha
Don't need no mask
Hands for free fuck mula
Rockin moons my vibe lunar
Ice no jeweler
Out the game but sometimes white boy boone with bookah
Steppin sideways saucy baby, lady bad with da broom she might boom ya
Don't get it twisted, witches on the Christmas list
Love my bruhas
I be that ghost boy send a boo right through ya
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