#Super Babe Original Content

[inkerii]

So I had a different post up about the miraculous movie and how it wasn't perfect but - as someone who liked the series back when it was just Ladybug and Chat Noir against the world, and sorta naturally dropped it when the show started to introduce more heroes just bc it wasn't my thing - it felt nice and it gave me closure.

I was just gonna rewrite it in a way I liked better, but Jesus, whatever minor desire to pick the show back up again was very quickly snuffed out by how negative the a browse through the fandom tags felt. It's like people who like the movie are rubbing it in with a sort of arrogance, and the people who don't are almost gatekeepy with how "it's not the show" and how inferior it is bc of that. And I feel like wanting to talk about that instead.

Like. There are actual criticisms and praise going around but it gets lost in a sea of salt. It's kinda scary.

Personally, I liked it. It had some very cheesy lines, a couple scene transitions could have been better, What Have They Done To My Son, Plagg, and Adrienette's dynamic would have benefitted from a couple extra scenes (just a few tweaks showing him a little embarrassed or staring a little longer than usual in the Baddie Of The Day Montage(tm) would fix it, since I think they do a decent job of setting Marinette as special to Adrien given she's the only person we see him open up to about his mom, when we know he and Nino are friends and Nino already stated to always be there for him), to make the turning the ball invitation down + reveal hit harder, but overall it was fun. It was different.

What I truly cannot understand how this isn't Miraculous or how it doesn't really have a story. Sure, it's not The Series but in movie format, including the characterizations (they ARE different characters), but?? I feel like the core of who they are, or who they were back when the show began, still remains. Marinette still struggles with self confidence (which is in line with her season 1 self), and I particularly love how you can see how she HAS that spice bubbling underneath the surface, she just needed a push to embrace it and grow more confident (very Origins of her). Adrien is still closed off and quiet, and I love the implication that it was each other that gave them the push they needed to open up and be stronger and more social. I love how it was still Adrien's kindness that made Marinette fall for him, and Ladybug's bravery and selflessness that caught Chat Noir's eye.

Marinette is still clumsy and a little over excited, which we see in the first music, it just has a sense of WONDER to it instead of a frazzled energy like in the show, lol, poor baby. Adrien is still flirty and punny, he's still closed off, except show Adrien is trying to put up a brave face about it and trying to move on, and movie Adrien has lived with grief for longer and developed different coping mechanisms in regards to it. They're both very interesting in their own right, and I think the timing of Emilie's loss really explains the changes in him- movie Adrien is just past the meek attempts to be happy that show Adrien is still trying to do. He lost his mom and lived with an absent father for much longer than his show counterpart and it SHOWS. It's a different flavor of Adrien, but I think it's a neat choice, to have LB be the reason why he chose to open up. Show Adrien was interesting bc he chose to stand up to his dad in order to go to school, but he still felt alienated from his peers. The movie just makes that separation clearer but lets Adrien grow and hang out with his friends* and create actual bonds with them thanks to having first created a bond with Ladybug. It's a cool take on it.

I also really like what they did with Hawkmoth, though I don't think I can compare it to the show bc back when I watched it Gabriel was more or less just the absent father, mustache twirling villain that he was. This is where that * is inserted, I think the biggest change is that show Gabriel was more controlling of his son's life, and more demanding. Movie Gabriel straight up "lets" Adrien go missing for a whole night and only tries to talk to him the day after. He doesn't seem to mind Adrien spending time with his friends. He doesn't micromanage his son, though we still see hints of that control in how he talks about his designs, so its there, just a little hidden, that pride and arrogance. Again, it's a different flavor of Gabriel, but it works within the characterization of the movie and what they wanted for his character. Reminds me a bit of the Gabriel that wasn't willing to hurt Adrien (which apparently is an early series thing only, rip lmao) but was willing to go all out on Ladybug and Chat Noir.

So... yea. Maybe I'm just out of touch with the fandom and the show. Maybe it's because the characters have grown in ways I simply don't know bc I lost interest, and the modern MLB fandom understandably attaches those changes to the characters and wants to see it represented, which is valid. But tbh? I still love early MLB - not bc the "writing was better" or bc of Astruc v Zag shenanigans (are those still going? oh the war flashbacks) - just bc I vibed with the concept more. I love the show versions of these characters. And I think the movie is a different spin on them, but I think it does them justice. It has flaws, but the show also did, and I loved it anyway.

Speaking of just what I watched back then... I still think nothing in the movie tops the Umbrella Scene(tm), but I love that Ladynoir got a cute equivalent in the sparring one. I love the banter in both. I love the Adrienette moments in the show and I love how the movie expands on the inconditional trust between Chat and Ladybug, on how they're partners and always there for each other. I love Tikki in both. Show Plagg is my baby. I love what they did with Hawkmoth in both (movie and s1/some of s2). Master Fu as a cooky old man is hilarious. The cringe somehow got cringier in the movie. I think it's funny that movie Adrien gets to have his own "oh my god the second hand embarrassment, I want to cry" to balance out show Marinette lol. I love Chat still simping for LB and I love the cute little romance scenes, shipping fodder moments were always one of the strengths of the show, and we have it here in spades, so good for me.

It's just... as I said, it's different, but to me it's a love letter to the MLB that captivated me for years. It does its own thing, but I think I'm just gonna make a few tweaks in my head, mash Origins with the first half of the movie, then watch season 1 and a few select season 2 episodes, then go back to the movie to finish it up. I actually think that they complement each other quite well, even with the characterization changes, because, for example, the early seasons compensate for the movie's lack of Adrienette, while the show expands on the ladynoir side. If you use both, then the movie manages to effectively reverse the love square, allow Mari to grow past her awkward self, deal with the bits of insecurity in her that we still see sprinkled across the series, allow Adrien to stand up to and face his father, and give me a satisfying conclusion to the Hawkmoth plot and a cute little reveal.

I could go on over more talked about topics like the music (its fine. Christina inserts a certain breathlesness to Marinette that you feel Lou is trying to capture but she just can't. I got used to it tho, and Lou's voice is lovely) or the animation (gorgeous), like I did in the original version of this post, but to me what mattered most was the... For lack of a better word, the vibe of the movie. To me, it felt like a little time capsule bc it really embodies everything the fandom liked about the show during season 1 and its hiatus. I can't give it an objective score bc I think my 8.5/10 feels very biased, but I loved the nostalgia trip. I loved getting that closure. I'm still gonna go off and enjoy parts of both the show and the movie, because something something stronger together might just apply to them as well :)

#miraculous awakening #mlb movie spoilers #ml spoilers #miraculous movie #mlb #I think those are the tags? #anyway. a bit surprised by all the salt dripping from the fandom but you do you babes #I really love both and just wanted to share a little positivity #and maybe a different view of the movie vs the show bc I think a lot of people forget the movie started production around the s1 hiatus #ofc its gonna feel different from seeason 4-5! #anyway I think both the show and movie versions of Adrien and Marinette are super charming and endearing #which apparently is an unpopular opinion? lol #anyway that was my one post for the mlb tag #y'know for ~closure~ #gonna go and build myself a personalized timeline with both s1 and a bit of s2 and origins and the movie and thats gonna be my Miraculous #I am Content #I hope people are too be it with the movie or the show or both <3 #long post #inke speaks #miraculous ladybug #man its Been A While huh

[hyperfixatedbastard]

how to get the First Man™ out of bed

Soft!Adam x GN!Reader

Turns out the 'First Man' himself is actually super clingy. And he is a big baby when it comes to getting up in the mornings. Good luck convincing him to get his ass outta bed!

Word Count: 1.1k

WARNINGS: mentions of sex, implied sexual content, withholding sex, kissing (it's still SFW!)

A/N: Here is the Adam x Reader fluff, finally! I didn't mean for this to have so much sex-adjacent content but I think that's just too integral to Adam's character lmao. It's still SFW though so it's fineee. I didn't mean for the 'withholding sex' part to be manipulative, it's all fun n' games here, so apologies if it comes across as too serious. (It was originally 'one week', not 'one day' - I changed it just in case lol)

Dividers

Beneath the douchebag exterior of the First Man™, Adam’s really just a big ol’ softie. Just deep, deep, deep down. It took a long time to find that part of him, but as his partner, you’re one of the only people that even knows this side of him exists.

One thing you really hadn’t expected from the man is how clingy he can get—it probably has something to do with the abandonment issues, but you’ve never tried to broach that subject. It’s currently early in the morning, and Adam doesn’t seem to plan on letting go of you anytime soon. You’re cuddled up with him in bed, his mask and robes absent as he sleeps. His wings are wrapped around you like a protective blanket. And now you have to try and convince his stubborn ass to get the fuck up. You’ve already been awake for about fifteen minutes, hoping your boyfriend will wake up on his own, but of course, that’s not going to happen. 

Getting Adam out of bed is always a struggle. Despite the promotion of Heaven as the ‘perfect place’ with ‘no bad days,’ there’s still a schedule to abide by, and angels still need sleep. And Adam really hates those damn schedules, and loves his beauty sleep. There are a multitude of ways to try and get him out of bed, and every morning is a guessing game to see which one will work.

1. Be sweet and try to gently encourage him to get out of bed.

“Adam, babe,” you murmur softly, opting for a gentle approach this time around. You pat his arms where they’re wrapped securely around your waist—you would try to get a look at his face, but he’s spooning you from behind and giving you absolutely zero wiggle room. “You gotta get up, we have shit to do.”

“Mm…fuck off,” Adam grumbles, only tightening his hold on you and nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck. Which was about what you expected.

2. Be a little assertive.

“Adam, c’mon,” you warn in an attempt to convince him to get the fuck up. “I’ve already given you an extra fifteen minutes.”

“Then gimme fifteen more,” he insists, his voice sounding almost whiny. His childishness would be adorable if you didn’t actually have shit to do today. 

3. Be a little more assertive.

You sigh. It’s never easy with this asshole. “Adam.”

The angel in question makes a little ‘mmpf’ sound into your back.

“Get the fuck up.”

He doesn’t even respond this time—he just holds you tighter, his wings copying his arms and trapping you in his embrace.

4. Bribery.

Actually, fuck no. You refuse to bribe him again. He’s already gotten that out of you several times before, getting anything from sex to food to picking what movie you two watch that night (you’ve watched Die Hard three times this week alone)

No, this is a game you are not losing this time.

5. Threats.

“Okay, you’ve got three options,” you offer, your voice less stern than your last attempt but not as soft as your first. “One: you get up.”

Adam makes another noncommittal little grunt of acknowledgment.

“Two: you don’t get up, and Lute breaks into our apartment again to drag your ass out of bed.”

He lets out a sound that sounds kind of like a chuckle, but it’s muffled against the back of your neck, so it’s hard to tell. But he’s clearly not intimidated by the warning.

“Three: you don’t get up and we don’t fuck tonight.”

That gets him. He tenses up for a moment before scoffing in disbelief. “Yeah, right, like you could go a day without this dick.”

A smirk pulls at your lips. You’ve got him now. “Try me.”

Adam’s silent for nearly a full minute. He has a much higher libido than you, and he knows you’d be fine without sex for a day. Him, on the other hand? He’s got a high sex drive and is downright spoiled. 

You’re worried he’s fallen back asleep, but eventually, he sighs. His wings unfurl and his grip around you loosens, though not letting go entirely. “Fineee,” he groans dramatically. “But only because I don’t wanna deprive you of my amazing dick.”

You chuckle and turn to face him, now that you have the ability to actually move. His hair’s all messy, as it usually is, and his golden eyes are just barely cracked open. 

“Oh, how generous of you,” you joke, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. He instinctively pushes his face into your palm ever so slightly. 

“I know, I’m fucking great,” he agrees, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He knows you were being sarcastic, but he’ll turn damn near anything into a compliment that strokes his ego.

You just roll your eyes at his response, albeit fondly. He’s a dumbass, but he’s your dumbass.

“Alright, you big baby, time to get up,” you tease, moving to sit up before his arms tighten around you once more, pulling you back down.

“Hey—” you start, but are immediately cut off by a pair of lips on yours. His lips move slowly and languidly along with yours, and you’re all too happy to reciprocate.

You sigh into the kiss, unable to stop yourself from smiling against Adam’s lips. There’s a big difference between your usual hungry, eager make-outs and the sweet, lazy kisses you get when he’s all soft and sleepy. Both are great, but you really savor these tender, gentle moments with him. In the mornings, he’s too tired to keep up that arrogant ‘too cool for all that mushy, affectionate shit’ persona. And while you love him all the time, sleepy Adam definitely holds a special place in your heart.

He’s smiling when he lets you pull away. The kiss wasn’t a particularly long one, but you could’ve let it go on forever. But you’d be one hell of a hypocrite if you stayed in bed just to kiss your boyfriend after making such a point to get his ass out of bed.

“Now are you ready to get up?” you ask softly, still basking in the warmth of his embrace and the memory of his lips on yours.

“Mm…” Adam hums in consideration. His smile quickly turns to a smirk as he tightens his hold on you yet again and wraps his wings around you. “No.”

“Oh, for the love of—”

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

Needless to say, you do not stay true to your word about the consequences of Adam not getting out of bed. And Lute does, in fact, break into your apartment half an hour later to be confronted with a sight she sees far too often for her liking. 

Fuck him for being so damn stubborn. Literally.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

ring ring

kinktober, day nineteen

a/n: this idea wasn’t originally for these two, but damn if it doesn’t fit super well 

summary: “you know, Sam is gonna notice if I’m gone for too long…”

warnings: bf!dean winchester x reader x sam winchester, smut, dubcon, established relationship, love triangle, phone sex, mutual masturbation, toys, dirty talk, having a huge crush on your boyfriend's brother, cheating, kissing, pussyjob, allusion to sex, slight orgasm denial, slight edging

word count: 2483

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“Dean,” you raised your phone up to your ear and peeled your eyes away from the heavy tome cracked open on the table before you, “hi!”

“Hey beautiful,” his deep timbre rumbled warmly, “how’s it going over there?”

“Oh, you know,” you peeked over at Sam who glanced from his similarly hefty book, “slow,” you watched his eyes flicker back down to the page as he got the gist of the casual call, “it’s a lot of research to get through…” shooting your chair back, you stood up, absentmindedly pushing it back into place as you asked, “how about you? Are you still on the road?”

“Nope, I just got here a few hours ago,” your vision lingered on Sam’s long fingers as they ghosted their way down the page he was reading, “I was just about to go over and check the place out,” your teeth tensely seized your bottom lip as you slowly whirled around and took a few paces away. Picking up on your silence, Dean gently poked, “what?”

Hand apprehensively tapping against your thigh, you lowered your voice to admit, “I just don’t like the idea of you being all the way up there on your own…”

“I’m barely a day’s drive away,” you heard him let out a soft sigh. 

“But what if something happens?” your feet carried you out into the hallway, the younger Winchester still visible to your wandering eye.  

“Babe, I can take care of myself,” he pointed out with a small chuckle. 

“I know that…”

“I’ve checked out hundreds of things by myself, this time is no different, it’s just a little ghost, I’ll be fine,” he reassured you. Spine melting against one of the cool walls, you watched as Sam’s hazel glare locked on you as it so often did, effectively causing goosebumps to erupt, ones that didn’t fade in the slightest as Dean then cheekily enquired, “is it because I can’t take care of you from all the way up here?”

Breathy chuckle rolling off your lips, you averted your gaze and humoured him, “well you said it, not me.”

“Who says that I can’t?” you could practically hear the smug smirk through the phone. 

“Dean,” your head shook lightly from side to side.

Letting out a groan that made your cunt clench, “love it when you say my name…”

“I am supposed to be doing research,” a laugh bubbled out through your groan. 

“So, take a break.”

Casting one last glance back at the tall man sitting at the long table, you couldn’t help but give in with a playful, “I hate you.”

“Sure, you do,” he chuckled sarcastically as you scurried into your room just on the right, “was that the sound of a door closing?”

“It was,” you then purposefully flopped down on the mattress loud enough for the frame to creak, “and that was the sound of me laying down on my bed.”

“Atta girl,” he practically purred, “what are you wearing?”

“You are so cliché,” you giggled, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Oh, come on, you love it.”

Exhaling slowly, you counted, “t-shirt and a pair of jeans.”

Humming contently, you then heard him suggest, “why don’t you take those pants off for me?”

“You know, Sam is gonna notice if I’m gone for too long…”

“So? He doesn’t need you to babysit him. Just stop thinking about the research for a bit, just be here with me, relax, you clearly need it.” 

Exhaling slowly, you unbuttoned your trousers and wiggled them down your legs, “alright,” you kicked them to the floor at the foot of the bed, “they’re off.” 

“Are you touching yourself?” his deep voice tickled your ear and shot straight down to your core. 

“Not yet,” your thighs instinctively squeezed together, hips rolling gently as your free hand began to drift south. 

“Good, don’t. Not until I tell you to, okay?” 

Halting your hand in its tracks, it clenched into a fist as you chuckled, “you’re such an ass.” 

“I know, but I’m an ass who can make you cum straight into next week,” he bragged as you reached up to readjust the pillows, mushing them perfectly under your head, “Y/n, relax, shut that beautiful brain of yours off a second and just do as I say, promise it’ll be worth it,” 

“Fine, I promise I won’t,” you exhaled with a light eye-roll, “are you touching yourself?” 

“Do you know how hard it is not to when listening to your voice?” you suddenly noticed how ragged his tone was, “I just have to think about you and I’m fucking throbbing, baby,” you heard him spit in his free palm before sloppy strokes began to echo through the receiver, a melody alone that made you note just how torturously the ache between your thighs was, “shit,” he groaned shamelessly, “I wish it was you touching me… you fucking playing with me, teasing the shit out of me like you do when you’re sitting on my face… leaking down on my tongue… creaming from just a little kiss…” 

Bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you breathed, “Dean…”

“You know what I was thinking about just before I called you?”

“What?” your airy answer rushed out quicker than you’d like. He certainly had you hooked now… 

“That time in the car…”

“Which one?” you let out a light laugh. 

“That first time in the car. You remember how impatient you were? Couldn’t even wait till we got back to the motel.”

“I wasn’t impatient,” you defended, “you were just a tease.” 

“I was a tease? You were the one who climbed into my seat.” 

“Well, you were the one who invited me into your seat.” 

“Yeah, I was,” you didn’t have to see his face to know the huge smirk that had bloomed, “but it worked, didn’t it? Your legs didn’t stop shaking till the next day…”

Eyes lightly rolling in your skull, you tried not to give him the satisfaction of knowing the immense power he had over you, “you will never let me down for that, will you?” 

“I still remember what it was like hearing you moan for the first time… shit,” he brazenly let you hear every last lavish jerk he let himself relish in, “it was so hard not to burst right then and there… I had never heard anything as hot as that before…”

“Dean…” you whined, hips gently rolling though not giving any relief whatsoever, “can I-… can I please touch myself?”

“Why?” he teased, not slowing his own pleasure down one bit, “is this turning you on? Are you getting wet for me?”

“Dean,” you sounded downright pathetic at this point. Yet another thing for the memory banks that he could mock you endlessly about. 

“You didn’t answer my question, sweetheart,” he croaked, “reach down and feel for me, but don’t play with yourself, just feel…”

“You are so mean…” you grumbled light-heartedly as you finally slipped your free fingers below the waist of your panties. 

“Is that a yes?” he challenged. 

“Yes, yes, I’m really fucking wet,” you admitted begrudgingly, nearly whimpering as you retracted your hand, a sinful sheen now glazing the skin. 

“Good,” he crooned conceitedly, “now lift up your shirt and play with those tits,” though it wasn’t the place you longed to caress, you still rushed to fulfil his request, “what I wouldn’t give to touch them right now…” your breathing grew more ragged as your hand switched from one to the other in a lewd little massage, “they’re so fucking perfect… so soft, so pretty,” you gave the pebbly nipple right above your heart a harsh pinch, just like how Dean’s greedy fingers liked to do it, “and when you’re lying on your back and I thrust up into you just right, the way that makes them jiggle?” your cunt clenched at the image, “fuck… hypnotize me, why don’t you? Call me your slave because I’ll follow you anywhere…” dizzying breathes flowing from your lips, your boyfriend was only silent a second, enjoying what little you gave him before he finally said, “hey, baby?” a fuzzy hum immediately rushing out of you, “be a good girl and play with that pretty little pussy for me, yeah? Make it feel real good…”

You might as well have been set aflame with turned on you were. It almost felt like you electrocuted yourself when you finally rubbed your aching clit. 

“Fuck, Dean!” your form thrashed atop the bed. 

“Lower the phone, sweetheart. Let me hear how wet that pussy is,” to which you briefly brought it down to catch more of the lewd soppy sounds echoing throughout the room with every needy caress, “christ, I wish I was there with you…”

Yanking your panties off completely, kicking them to the floor, you swiftly slid two fingers into your quivering hole, “I wish you were here too,” but the petiteness of your fingers caused you to let out a desperate whine, “fuck, Dean, I-…”

“What?” by the sound of his condescending tone it was obvious that he already knew the problem, “what’s wrong, baby?” 

“I feel so empty…” you nearly cried as your fingers pumped and pumped but just couldn’t get deep enough to scratch that itch. 

“Oh, are your pretty fingers not long enough? Not big enough to stretch that pussy out the way that she deserves, huh?”

“N-no.” 

Completely entranced by the melody his own efforts emitted, he promptly muttered, “do something for me then, yeah?”

“Huh?”

“Stop touching yourself.”

“What?” your movements slowed, but didn’t halt completely, “no, no!”

“Stop touching yourself and go get the toy in the bedside table,” painstakingly snatching your glistening digits back, you scurried over the mattress to the table on the right side. Ripping the drawer open, you couldn’t get your hands on the realistic-looking silicone fast enough, “you got it?”

“Yeah,” you crawled back to your previous spot and laid back down. 

“Good. Now give it a little kiss before letting your cunt feel it,” you brought the tip of the dildo up to your lips, giving it a gentle little lick before filling up your mouth more, “be nice, treat it like you’d treat me.” 

After releasing it from your peck with a pop, slobber clung to it as you lowered it down between your trembling thighs, “oh my god,” your eyes fluttered as you slid it inside, “Dean!” 

“That what you needed, babe?” you heard him chuckle. 

“Yes, fuck, it feels so good!” squeezing your eyes shut, you pumped it lavishly, “I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last with this.”

“Hold on, just a little bit longer, can you do that for me?” 

“Dean,” your plea came out as a moan. 

“Fuck, you sound so hot,” he panted, “don’t cum yet, baby, not yet,” obviously being painfully close himself, “shit, I wish I could see you right now, laying there, in your bed, fucking yourself for me, dripping all over those sheets,” your nails dug into the flared base of the toy, “I can’t wait to get home, baby. Feel that pussy clench around my cock again, maybe even keep that dildo close by to plug up your other holes… fucking hell, you wanna cum with me?”

“Yes!” you cried out. 

“Then go ahead, be a good girl and cum all over that toy,” removing your grip on the silicone, you briefly drifted your fingers up to give your clit the attention it was screaming for. 

But just before you were about to dance your digits back down to give the toy one last pump, it began to move on its own. Snapping your eyes open, you saw none other than Sam, grip firm on the base as he ploughed the dildo in and out of you, giving you exactly what you needed, “oh my god,” your eyes grew wide as they locked with his, though your fingers couldn’t seem to quit their needy circles over your puffy pearl, “oh my god,” holding his piercing gaze, you tumbled over the edge, “fuck!” 

Hearing your boyfriend swiftly follow suit, you just kept blinking back at his brother as he slowly pulled the toy out of your clenching cunt, “fuck, that was so good, baby, shit, I came so much over here.”

“Mhm…” you distantly hummed, chest heaving as you watched Sam swipe a finger over the toy, collecting some of your juices before swiftly letting his tongue have a taste.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get back home to you.”

“Y-yeah,” Sam’s eyes stayed locked with yours as he popped his finger back out, “me neither…”

“Just a day or so more and I’m all yours,” your hazy gaze fluttered down to spot Sam’s girth, freed and throbbing. 

“See you then,” you distantly spoke before hanging up and letting your phone drop to the mattress. 

Like a crack of thunder, before you even had time to register what it was that you were doing, the two of you clawed the other closer and locked your lips in a fevered kiss. Nails nearly digging through his clothes, it didn’t take long before your fingers enveloped Sam’s cock, the weight making your knees wobbly. 

 But just as quickly as you had collided like magnets, that’s how fast you pulled back again, “Sam-, shit…” palms planted on his chest, you shook your head in an effort to clear it, “this is bad, we can’t do this…”

“Don’t say that,” he plucked up your chin, “don’t fucking deny what’s going on between us, what’s been there since the very beginning.”

“But, what about-”

“I don’t give a shit about that,” both his hands came up to cup your face, “do you want me? Do you want me as much as I want you?” 

Blinking back at him, all you could do was wistfully tilt your head instead of uttering the truth, “Sam…”

“Because if you don’t, if you really don’t, then tell me to walk away and I will,” he slowly inched closer, a hand drifting down to grasp his cock to tease you with the tip that was already so desperately nudging against your core and getting soaked in your want, “tell me that you don’t want this, that you don’t want me…” he parted your petals with his dick, “tell me and I’ll go away…”

Breathlessly, blinking back into his dark gaze, instead of finding the words, you simply pulled him back in and gave him a kiss as confirmation.

A string of saliva still connecting your lips, his nose ghosted against yours as his teasing grew more confident, “you want it, huh? Tell me that you want me.”

“I want you,” you finally uttered after ages of suppressing the fevered desire. 

“Tell me again,” he nearly growled, catching your weeping hole at every electric flick through your folds. 

“I want you, please fuck me.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

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[bigfatbimbo]

vox w/shark features (x reader) hcs —

warnings — maybe a little suggestive(??), mostly just fluff, like if you don’t read into it, it’s just fluff, also not proofread!!!

summary — Prompt taken from a previous ask regarding Vox with sharkish features

a/n — I almost had motivation today! This is what it got me. To be honest, i’m so in my flop era.

So this is following an idea given to me by an anon a couple days ago and I really liked it so i’m spewing out nonsense because I DID NOT! do the idea justice in the initial ask.

Basically, the idea is simple; Vox sharing similar features with a shark. This meaning fins, gills, a tail, things like that. Now, to sum up a few ideas from the original request, Vox would probably keep these traits pretty hidden.

He’d use maybe a very tight binder to hide his tail and back fin during his work hours. They don’t go with his brand of perfection.

“That’s not plausible at all! Those things would never fit into a binder!” Cartoon logic here, babe. They flatten and obviously comedically pop up with a tv-show-ish sound effect. Obviously.

But needless to say, they’re very sensitive to touch by the end of the day. Yknow, because of the uncomfortable situation of being tightly strapped down for 12 hour shifts, maybe more.

So here’s where you come in (finally.) For him to even show these features, he’d have to trust you. So once you earn that trust and he finally takes off his restraints, he’d be trying to act nonchalant while revealing his sharkish characteristics.

Like obviously you’re staring at him. I mean, fuck, his fins are honestly mesmerizing. But Vox being the bitch he is, gets super defensive immediately. “Um, what the fuck are you looking at? Do you have something to say?”

And you kinda just blink at him before extending your hand out to touch the fin on his upper back thats protruding through the hole, presumably for this purpose, in his clothes.

Maybe all you say is, “You’re so..” and trail off while your fingers graze the surface of the fin. With the sudden contact, he’d jump back immediately and hiss, “Watch it.”

But then your hand finds the same part once more and starts petting the sensitive part very gently, “You’re so pretty, Vox.” And he’d fight so hard not to totally sink into your soothing movements on his aching fin, but despite himself, he’d let a little sigh out.

Fighting for his composure, he’d whisper very aggressively, “Y/n, just drop it.” But, of course, you wouldn’t dream of it. Instead, your free hand would find his tail and to the same motions there.

Cursing under his breath, he’d sink closer towards you, probably mumbling profanities in your direction. And after all, his more shark-ish parts are very touch-starved. He doesn’t let a lot of people see them, nor touch them for that matter. I mean, maybe a side piece or something would catch a glimpse after a one night stand but… if they ever mentioned something about it then they’d be more ‘side pieces’ than side piece.

But you’re rubbing your hands up and down the skin of his tail and gently massaging his fin with tender hands while muttering under your breath about how ‘beautiful’ and ‘extraordinary’ they are.

He’s letting out content sighs and, if your hands ever dare to slow, little grunts and whines of ‘why’d you stop?’ ‘who the fuck told you to slow down?’ But his bark wouldn’t have any bite, not when he’s almost fulling leaning against you, breathing in your kind words and rubbings his tense shark parts that are so desperately needing attention.

And I think the original anon mention something about gills or fins on the bottom of his forearms. Just imagine your hands start to explore his body a little more and finding his little gills, bringing them up to your lips, and pressing small, light kisses on them.

I think he’d genuinely bug out. Like he’d be glitching and telling you to ‘GO FUCK YOURSELF!’ but he wouldn’t mean it. He just gets so defensive when he’s flustered.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #inbox open #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel smut #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #dom reader #vox x you #vox fluff

[lukall705]

Hey, how are you? I would like to request tachihara x f!reader shy (or gn)!! I was enchanted by your headcanons about chuuya, thank you very much for writing 🩷🩷

Hi!! i'm doing well thank you for asking:) I'm happy to hear that you liked my chuuya headcanons:D

This might be oocT_T

TW: horrible smut

I wasn't sure if you wanted Nsfw or just normal so i made both:) hope you like it!! also i made the reader Afab gender neutral

Tachihara x Shy!GN!Reader

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Normal:

Yall are completely opposite from each other

Like hes loud and cheerful guy, while you are a quiet girl

He reminds me sm of this meme https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/001/853/850/20b

He probably is the type of boyfriend to freak out if they got your order wrong

"baby its okay i'll just eat i-" "NU UH"

Anyways if you hide behind him when meeting new people his heart will melt cuz he thinks you're cute

He's always trying to act tough around ypu, but the seacond you hold his hand, he'll melt into a puddle

Since hes in the mafia AND the hunting dogs, he gets paid a lot of money (another rich mf)

Loves to spoil you>_<

Buys you dresses and other clothes just to see you're flustered face when you wear them for him

I headcanon that he's a bit shy so you might be able to make him blush if you give him sudden kisses

"babe" "yes love?" *smashes lips against his* "woah(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)"

you guys just stand there looking away from each other

Cuddle bug, loves to cuddle you

loves to lay his head on your chest and stare into your eyes to see if you try to hide your face (this seems so ooc wtf)

NSFW:

Hes probably a bit shy during sex too!

hes scared of hurting you

He gets super turned on by the way you hold onto him, moan his name and grip his hair

He has a tongue piercing and he likes to tease your clit with it ٩(◕‿◕)۶

Asked if you wanted to get matching piercings once (a dick and clit piercing)

he teases your nippleas by pulling and biting them>_<

His fave position is this one https://sexpositions.club/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/7_7_2.png in front of a mirror

He holds your legs with one arm and uses the other one to make you look at yourself

"..look how pretty you are baby..~"

if you two shower together it'll most likelly end up with you two having shower sex

If you're sore after sex he'll feel bad and massage you<3

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I suck at writing smut what the hell

Anyways i hope you liked this!>_<

(please comment, it gives me motivation to write more T_T)

#bsd #bsd x reader smut #bungo stray dogs #bsd tachihara #tachihara x reader #tachihara smut #tachihara x reader smut #dazai osamu #dazai smut #dazai x reader #chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #atsushi sakurai #bungou stray dogs atsushi #atsushi x reader #kyouka #kunikida #akutagawa #bsd headcanons #bsd x reader #bungou gay dogs

[daddyy333]

Secret’s out | Chris Sturniolo x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.7k

warnings: reader is drunk, reader is hungover, reader throws up, reader cries, ?

summary: you accidentally reveal you and Chris’s relationship to the public

You giggled as you walked out of the bar, drunk off your ass. You never drank much, and then when you started dating your completely sober boyfriend Chris you drank even less because it felt like the right thing to do in your opinion. He told you he didn’t care as long as you let him know and that you told him who you were with and that there was a designated driver.

Tonight, you convinced your designated driver to have a few too many shots and ended up drunkenly texting your boyfriend “Git Jen drunj. Pick ud up!’?” You couldn’t really see straight but you were pretty sure you got it right (Chris barely understood what you had typed).

10 minutes later he was outside of the bar, a sleepy but content Matt in the driver's seat park a little far away because the bar parking was packed. You’d feel terrible in the morning finding out you made him drive unnecessarily this late but he’d rather get you home safe than leave you to get home on your own.

“Hey, y/n” he said as you stumbled out, a drunken smile on your face as you looked at him with heart eyes. “No princess? I’m not your gorgeous girl anymore?” You slurred, tears filling your eyes. “Y/n, we’re in public” he said softly, brushing your hair back.

You sighed and said “it’s okay! It’s night time! People are sleepy!” You groaned and grabbed his face, kissing him softly. He initially wanted to cringe at the taste of vodka on your tongue but then you started to caress and squeeze his neck and he melted.

“Mm- mm mm shit- babe! Come on” he said and pulled you away from his face. You looked up at him with a pout, your eyes glassy. You sniffled and said “you don’t…you don’t looove me?” “No, baby I love you so much, I do. Let’s just get home” he said and you continued to pout.

“You don’t love me…” you said, looking down and folding your arms. He sighed and said “my gorgeous girl-” “no don’t call me t- that. Y-You won’t kiss meee in public” you said through hiccups. He cupped your cheeks and lifted your head up.

You looked up at him and he pecked your lips quickly and you smiled. He smiled too and said “let me pick you up. The car is a far walk away” You yawned and he scooped you up, walking down the street to take you to the car.

You kept kissing him but he wasn’t super anxious about it because it was so late he thought it wasn’t possible anyone would catch you two. He put you in the car and you slept with your head on Nick’s lap, snoring a little which made Chris unable to keep his eyes off you.

Nick rolled his eyes and said “this is so disgusting” “shhh! You’ll wake her up” he said, reaching over to stroke your cheek. You smiled a little, a sleepy whimper coming out as you curled up even more. He blushed and Nick sighed, making Matt giggle.

You got home and clung onto him the whole time, making him carry you all over the house as you giggled into his neck and kissed all over his face. He sat you down on the counter and wiped off your makeup and gave you some medicine to hopefully help when you wake up with a hangover.

When he finally got you in bed, you fell asleep almost immediately, cuddling into him once he got in bed too. He kissed your head, rubbing your warm back and listening to you mumble in your sleep, blushing when you said his name.

When you woke up you were really nauseous, and Chris was already downstairs making breakfast. You cringed even more at the smell and said “baby?” as you rubbed your eyes and yawned.

He turned around and smiled at how cute you looked with your puffy little lips and messy hair. “Hey,” he said, kissing your cheek. You groaned, hugging him tight. He picked you up and said “you feeling sick?”

“Yea” you said, sighing softly. He set you down on the counter next to him and you said “what are you making?” “Just eggs and toast” he said and you smiled. He handed you more medicine and you kissed him as a thank you.

“Gross!” Nick said, coming downstairs. You blushed and said “shut up, loser” Nick scoffed and threw a sock at you. Chris covered you and said “hey, stop” You nearly swooned, Chris was so ridiculously protective and it genuinely made you melt. He was standing up to his own brother who threw a tiny little sock at your leg of all places simply because he didn’t want anything bothering you.

Matt came downstairs and dapped you up, groaning when you ruffled his hair up. Chris gave you breakfast and stood between your legs as you fed him half of your breakfast, even though he kept trying to make you eat.

“Guys? Have you checked your phones?” Nick said and you shook your head. Chris grabbed his phone and opened it checking Instagram, assuming maybe there was some new update “I don’t understand, nothings different” he said and Nick showed him a tiktok.

Your stomach dropped, you could see the two of you outside of that bar last night and then you started kissing on him and practically hanging off of him and then you watched your pouting and then he picked you up and you two kept kissing and just kept on fucking kissing.

You jumped off the counter, running up to his bedroom. You locked the door behind you, breathy and strained whimpers leaning your mouth. You knew you’d fucking do this. You’d fuck up and ruin everything and expose your relationship before Chris wanted to.

Your chest felt so tight, you could barely fight the tears because of how upset you were with yourself. “Baby! Baby, hey it’s okay. I’m not upset, can you please open the door” he said and you sighed shakily. You felt so nauseous now, you ran to the toilet and threw up.

The stress combined with your hangover didn’t mix well, and you felt like crap. Chris managed to jiggle the cheap lock open, and ran to your side in his bathroom. “My love, hey, hey it’s okay breathe” he said and rubbed your back, holding your hair.

You groaned and coughed a few times, your entire body shaking as you tried to push him away. “Stop it,” you whined, you didn’t want to see him because you didn’t want him to be mad at you or break up with you.

“No, you stop. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere” he said and you shook your head, sighing as you flushed the toilet. You stood up and brushed your teeth, your entire body vibrating.

“Honey, why are you shaking? Everything is gonna be fine” he said and you just ignored him, you didn’t want to talk about it and you were so sick of him always pretending that he’s not mad at you. He’s never once gotten upset with you and you just can’t stand it. Why is he so calm around you?

You tried to leave the bathroom but he stopped you, picking you up and placing you on the counter. “I’m not upset wit-” he said and you rolled your eyes, trying to get off the counter and away from him. He scoffed and said “Y/n, what the hell? Stop fighting me”

“No, you always do this! Every time I fuck up or something you just talk to me and that’s it you never yell at me or get angry you’ve never even breathed differently when I did something wrong, and this is as bad as it fucking gets. Why can’t you just get mad at me and why the hell are you still with me?!?” You yelled, your vision was so blurry and you almost couldn’t hear or something, and holy crap your mouth was dry.

“Y/n, hey, hey look at me,” he said and you locked eyes with him, looking around his face frantically and trying to blink away the blurriness. He gently grabbed your hands and breathed with you, talking to you so softly and bringing your mind back from the panicked state.

He’s weirdly grateful that growing up with Matt taught him how to also help you when you had moments of anxiety or even attacks like this one. He was holding you now, and you weren’t fighting him, which told him you’d given up.

“I don’t get mad at you because I don’t like to see you upset or sad and I don’t want to make you sad either, I think it’d kill me. I love you too much to want to be angry. Yelling and screaming isn’t healthy, either, you know? At least not every time you make a mistake. I understand when you do it it’s because you can’t help it and need to let it out. You don’t get mad at me nearly as often as you think, by the way” he said and you shook your head.

You sobbed and said “this is really bad…” “then so be it, my love. I don’t care who knows. At least I can kiss you in public now and touch your butt whenever I want” he said and you giggled, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry,” you said, more tears streaming down your face. He wiped them away and said “don’t be sorry. You didn’t know what you were doing, plus you were too cute for me stop you so it’s also my fault” you rolled your eyes and Matt and Nick popped into the room.

“Hey…” Matt said awkwardly. They got overly worried and couldn’t help but creep up to check on you two. Based on the fact that the door was opened the assumed things were decent. Chris looked over and said “it’s…it’s fine. We’ll deal with it. I’m not gonna let something so stupid make us so upset”

You sniffled and buried your head into his chest, the embarrassment of knowing everyone can see a video of you hanging off of Chris and kissing all over him like some clingy teenage girl hitting you like a truck. Nick chuckled at you and you flipped him off.

“Now you guys can kiss whenever. My life is ruined” he said and you giggled again. You played with his hands nervously and shoved Nick playfully. You stuck your tongue out and Chris shook his head as you said “you’re just jealous!” “Alright, babe, real mature” he said and kissed your head.

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

Chris Sturniolo

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

#the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x fem!reader #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo fluff

[kiyoitiepie]

My Favorite BL Dramas of 2023

happy new year to everyone who uses the gregorian calendar. we had so much good content come out this year. i'm gonna list my favs. please remember these are my personal faves and may be objectively terrible. do not be alarmed.

My Beautiful Man S2 and Movie

If you ask me this series is one of the best bls of all time. idc idc. im a hira and kiyoi girlie through and through. how many bl's do you know with 2 seasons and an original movie. not those repackaged ones that they try to hand feed us. an actual movie with a plot???? the bar is on the floor clearly. but hira and kiyoi are gonna surpass that bar every. single. time.

Love Tractor

I didn't hear enough people screaming about Love Tractor. crickets tbh. Which is blasphemous in my opinion. How could you be quiet when this lovely bumbling himbo with the dopiest grin is on your screen? look at him!!

Eighth Sense

10's across the board. No question. No notes.

this scene^ BROKE me

Our Dining Table

Ok hear me out. I didn't think this was the best bl in the world BUT it was so wholesome that it deserves a spot. top tier comfort show. It got me through many bad days. Admittedly, there were a few times I purposely put it on bc i knew it would put me to sleep. please don't jump me.

Unintentional Love Story

Now...I'm not a huge kbl person. However, this was really nice. Had a solid plot. I don't remember much abt it but I know there was pottery and I had a good time

Only Friends

This was culture. This was a movement. I will never forgive them for how they treated Boston. Even still, I was there every week ready for the chaos. I had the time of my life.

Bed Friend

It's hard to believe this came out this year. Like ??? But really that shows how much I've established this show as a classic in my mind. BED FRIEND? UEA? baddest bitch in the land?? KING? greenest flag out there???? (debatable but for the sake of my argument lets pretend). It had every element. good plot, great visuals, a little heat. like come on who else is doing it like them?

i just know if me and uea were ever in the same room he would judge me so much

Dangerous Romance

I've seen mixed reviews on this one but I had a fun time. Kanghan is a prissy little spoiled brat, but he's my prissy little spoiled brat. I loved their story progression. Which is saying a lot for me bc I don't like enemies to lovers. like why are we fighting? also "i'm an introvert" is the funniest shit i've heard all year.

La Pluie

this was so shockingly good i wish it got more attention. iqiyi in general really did their big one this year. when it rains you can only hear your soulmate? love!

Laws of Attraction

this was a rollercoaster. i started watching ironically because i thought it would be terrible when i saw the mc go super saiyan. that shit is still hilarious idc.

Love Syndrome III

Now before we start throwing tomatoes...let's hear me out. Nothing has caught my attention this year the way this series did. This was another series I was watching ironically until suddenly i wasn't. It's also just so funny that they released the third one without dropping a first or second. but bad bitches don't need to explain themselves. and YES love syndrome is a bad bitch. let's stop acting like we watch bl's solely for the quality. i don't need marvel cgi to have a good time. sometimes a dollar store wig and the most toxic couple you've ever seen is enough to make some shit shake. if this was released during the tharntype era??? oh bitches would've ate it up. HAPPILY. rant over.

Last Twilight

it's good man. what more can i say? i hope it doesn't disappoint me in the end.

Pit Babe

i'm very pleased. very much so. i know alot of folks went into this show expecting a little teehee. to laugh at the omegaverse racecar show. NOT ME. i've waited for this moment. and anyone who's seen me screaming in the tag can attest. this is a game changer. not just for bl but the fandom community at large. and don't even get me started on their chemistry. babe's smile whenever he's around charlie?? mama and papa?? MAMA AND FUCKING PAPA?? we deserve this and i will bask in it for as long as I can. jeff had better be pregnant by the end of the show.

^ that’s his charlie smile 🥲

#last twilight the series #last twilight #pit babe the series #pit babe #thai bl #ofts #only friends the series #my beautiful man #bl drama #laws of attraction #the eighth sense #la pluie #love syndrome #our dining table #love tractor #dangerous romance the series

[ellieslovr]

I’ve Got You (e. williams)

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A/N:Okay, so this is entirely self indulgent since I was having a bad night. Mental illness was kicking my ass so here’s the result of that. I’m too tired to know if it makes any sense but I hope you guys like it either way. PLEASE read the content warning below, it’s a bit heavy because as stated, I wrote it for myself originally. I figured I’d share this in case anyone else is struggling. Love you guys, and I’m always here if you wanna chat <3

cw: mentions of heavy intrusive thoughts, and mentions of mental illness and its various symptoms as a whole.

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You’re not sure what causes it. Maybe it’s the stress from work, or maybe it’s just something in the air.

The moment you get home, Ellie’s sat on the couch playing a game. She darts her eyes towards you quickly, still focused. “How was your day,baby?” She asks, flicking the joystick with her thumb.

You don’t say anything. This catches her attention, and she pauses the game and looks up. By now, there are tears streaming down your face.

“Oh, sweetheart.” She coos, placing the controller down and standing up. She opens up her arms, and you barrel towards her.

She strokes your hair gently as you sob into her chest, no doubt in your mind that you’re probably ruining her favorite sweater.

She doesn’t seem to mind though, as she lifts your chin to meet her eyes. “You wanna talk about what happened babe?” She asked. You shrug, moving to sit down on the couch.

She follows and plops down next to you, putting a hand on your back. You lean into her embrace and sigh, sniffling lightly. “I-I don’t know. It’s nothing really specific, I’ve just been upset lately. I’m not sure why.” She nods in understanding, rubbing your back softly.

While she’s silent, you suddenly feel bad. She probably just wanted to relax and play her game, and here you are, bothering her about nonsense. You knew she didn’t actually feel that way, but you usually preferred to not bring these thoughts up to her.

You were worried that if you did, she’d be upset that you saw her that way. You’d had many intrusive thoughts of harming either yourself or Ellie, and even though you know with absolute certainty you’d never act upon them, they still scare you. Some days, you felt like a monster. Incapable of loving or being loved.

Deep down, you know Ellie loves you. You love her too, more than anything in the entire world. You’d come to the conclusion one day though, that your brain wasn’t wired properly.

Before your thoughts could spiral more out of control, Ellie spoke up. “I get what you mean, baby. Some days it’s just tough, yeah?” She said. You nodded, a few stray tears slipping down your face. “The world just fucking sucks sometimes. Everything’s just so overwhelming these days.” You reply, curling into her side.

She laughs dryly. “You’re not kidding. It’s like in my case, I’m fine most days. But on the days I’m not, well you’ve seen me. It’s like a switch gets flipped or something.” Ellie said, running a hand through your hair. “It’s an exhausting feeling.” You reply, turning to face her.

She smiles. “It is. You wanna know how I get through it though?” You nod, and she cups your face between her hands. “I just think about you. World’s going to hell in a handbasket, but you’re always right there by my side. Remember that time I had a fight with Joel?” She asked.

“Mhm, I remember.” You say.

Ellie smiles. “Well, I was super upset that day. As soon as I stepped in the door, you knew something was off. I didn’t wanna talk about it, so you just kissed my cheek and went into the kitchen.” She paused for a moment, smiling.

“You made me chocolate covered strawberries, cause you knew they were my favorite. Then we cuddled on the couch and watched Star Trek. I’ll never forget that day.” She recalled fondly, her free hand tracing soothing circles on your thigh.

Your eyes well up. “I love you, Ellie.” You breathe, looking up at her. Her smile nearly splits her face in half. “I love you too, sweet girl. Always will, now and forever.” She replied, pressing kisses all over your face.

You giggle. “Ew gross, I’ve got snot and tears all over my face.” She fake pouts, brushing a piece of stray hair out of your eyes. “I don’t care, you still look adorable. Now c’mere.”

You playfully roll your eyes as she pulls you into a proper kiss, her hands cupping your face. When you both pull away, she leans her forehead against yours, stroking your cheek with her thumb.

“We’ll get through the hard days together, yeah? We’re a team, you and me. Like the byronosaurus and the citipati. Did you know their nests were adjacent?.” She asks you with a smile.

You laugh, nodding your head. “Yeah, exactly like that. You learn that from one of your little documentaries?” You ask her.

“I did, I watched a really good one last night.” She said. You chuckle, adjusting yourself to lay on her chest. “You’re a dork.” You tell her, playing with the strings of her hoodie.

You feel her chest vibrate beneath you as her laughter fills the air. “You love it.” She tells you, a cocky grin on her face.

You can’t help but roll your eyes and smile back at her. “I do. Not as much as I love you, though.” Ellie blushes, a nervous little smile on her face. No matter how many times you’d told her you loved her, she still got as flustered as the first time. It was one of your favorite things about her, something you’d never get tired of.

“I love you the mostest. So ha!” She exclaimed.

“That’s not a real word baby, but I’ll give it to you.” You told her. She fist pumps triumphantly. You cuddle further into her, and she sighs contentedly.

She picks up her controller and saves her game before exiting it. “What’re you doing?” You ask her. She kisses the top of your head. “I’m gonna put on that space documentary you like. That okay with you, doll?” You blush at the pet name and nod your head.

Ellie smiles lovingly at you before pressing play. As the documentary starts, you completely forget about the stress of life. Sure, things were hard. They wouldn’t change overnight, and it would take time for you to feel okay again.

But right now you had Ellie at your side, and you knew she would be with you every step of the way. She was the love of your life, and you were hers. With her, you knew you could face anything that came your way.

You fell asleep in her arms later that night, surrounded by her scent and warmth. You’ve never felt happier.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams the last of us 2 #ellie williams the last of us

[devonpravesh]

ben hargreeves x reader, mentions of diego hargreeves x reader.

series - the umbrella academy.

summary - in which ben watches his childhood girlfriend slowly fall in love with his brother, or so he thinks.

When Diego passed over the threshold of his late father’s kitchen, he smiled to see you standing there, decorating Valentine cookies you baked every year.

What you didn’t know was that Ben was there, too. He was seated on the counter next to you as he looked down at you in admiration. He could watch the way your hands work for hours.

“Damn it,” They heard you mutter as you put one of the cookies in your mouth.

“Too hot?”

You jumped in suprise, turning around to see a now short haired Diego, making you smile. You nodded and fanned your mouth with your hand, trying to cool down the cookie in your mouth.

“Way too hot. Should’ve waited a bit more before my tastings.”

Ben’s smile turned into a frown as he looked between the two of you, a blush had already formed on your cheeks as Diego was checking you out in a not so subtle manner. No matter how much Ben wanted to find one, he had no reason to be as irritated as he was.

“They smell nice,” Diego commented, earning a grin from you. You shrugged, “Course they do. It’s the same recipe I used to bake with Grace and,” The pink flush returned to your cheeks as you thought about the late teenage boy you used to do this with, “Ben.”

Ben’s smile returned as he noticed the sparkle in your eyes upon saying his name. He knew you missed him dearly, but what you didn’t know was that he had been guarding over you.

Diego shrugged, taking one of the way too hot cookies in his hand, “You and Ben took this whole Valentine thing pretty serious for a bunch of teenagers.”

You could feel your face get even hotter than before, so you adverted your gaze, a shrug passing through your shoulders.

“Yeah. February 14, 1999 was the first time I met Ben. And then a year later he,” You took a shaky breath, collecting your head as you thought back to that day, “He asked me to be his girlfriend.”

Ben himself stood there, smiling at the memories. He remembered the way you would tuck your hair behind your ear whenever you got nervous, which usually was whenever you were around him.

“I remember how happy he was when he came home that day. Usually he’d hold back something until Klaus forced it out of him but that day, I think he literally shouted it from the roof.”

You smiled, feeling the tips of your ears turn bright red, “I told mom about him the moment we met. I had never met someone like him. So, calm, shy, sweet and definitely super adorable! I possibly cannot imagine the handsome man he’d had turned into if he were,” You stopped yourself, not even wanting to think about the ‘what if’s.

Diego rubbed your shoulder gently, “Hey, it’s alright. I know how much this day means to you.”

You shook your head and smiled at him, “It does. It really does,” The smile he returned didn’t quite reach his eyes, “But I know that wasn’t what you wanted to talk about.”

He shook his head, “I just wanted to see you.”

‘Maybe I shouldn’t do this now,’ He thought to himself, knowning that this was yours and Ben’s day originally.

And exactly two years later on that exact same date, he was glad he hadn’t asked you out that day.

Ben stood behind you, his hands atop of yours as he helped you kneed the cookie dough. A comfortable silence filled the kitchen, until he decided to break it.

“Maybe we should’ve started on these a bit earlier on, babe?”

A chuckle escaped your mouth. You let go of the dough, and intertwined your own fingers with Ben’s. A content sigh escaped your mouth as you let your head softly fall back on his chest.

He placed a soft kiss on too of your head. A simple gesture that even after years of being together could make the butterflies in your tummy go crazy.

“Never underestimate a professional baker’s time management skills.”

This time, the chuckle escaped Ben’s mouth. The delicate noise filled your ears, and you felt overcome with emotions. To you, it was rather embarrassing how anything this man did held such a chokehold on you.

But really, could you be blamed for feeling that way? Ben had been taken from you way too early, for way too long, and you had promised each other that there wouldn’t even be a day apart in this second chance together that the two of you had gotten.

“I’m just saying . . . We might be late . . .”

You simply shrugged, holding one of Ben’s hands up to plant a kiss on it.

“It’s our wedding day. We’re allowed to be late.”

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"With You, I'd Dance" ~ L. Alvez

Summary: When the last rainstorm of the year comes upon Washington DC, there's only one person you'd want to spend it with.

Pairing: Luke Alvez x GN!Reader

Word Count: 579

Content Warning: mild swearing, other than that it's just super fluffy <3

Extra Notes: when in doubt, name it after a Taylor Swift lyric

Originally Written: 10/19/2023 through 10/30/2023

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As soon as the slightest pitter-patter of raindrops started to fall on your balcony, you were jumping up from your couch and running to grab your coat.

Luke's soft chuckle floated through the room, filling your ears with a sound that you would play on repeat if it were possible. "Where are you going?"

"To play in the rain," you answered, shoving on your rain boots.

He jumped up from his spot on the sofa defensively. "Woah, babe, are you crazy? It's freezing out there. You'll catch a cold in seconds."

You simply shook your head, zipping up your coat and heading for the balcony. "It's the last true rainfall before snow starts. I'm not wasting it."

"Baby-"

You were already sliding open the glass door. "Luke, you can either bundle up and come catch a cold with me, or you can stay in here and watch your silly little sports team get their asses kicked."

He met you with narrowed eyes, his hands settling on his hips in exasperation. "They're just having a bad season," he grumbled, grabbing his coat from the rack.

A triumphant smile flashed across your face as Luke followed you outside, frowning as raindrops hit his face. Contrastingly, you were grinning as the water dripped down your own face, spinning around and taking it all in.

"How is this enjoyable?" he questioned, though a smile had plastered itself to his lips.

"See, this is why they say opposites attract," you rebutted. "One man's rain is another person's sunshine."

Luke chuckled, hands meeting your hips and pulling you in close. "And that's why you're always catching colds this time of year."

"I don't mind. No better feeling when you get to enjoy the beauty of a rainstorm," you replied, a content sigh following the words. "Dance with me?"

One of his hands moved from your waist to your hand, your fingers linking like puzzle pieces. His chin rested on the top of your head, his touch enveloping you like the warmest blanket. The rain cascaded around the two of you like a bubble, drowning out the rest of the world until it was just you and him.

"Sing for me?" you asked quietly, as if speaking too loud would shatter the protective dome you'd built for yourselves.

Luke huffed in fake annoyance, but still did as told, beginning to hum out a familiar tune he was constantly singing to you, despite his endless reminders that he couldn't sing. "When my time comes around," the familiar Hozier lyrics rumbled out of him softly, "lay me gently in the cold dark earth."

You met his gaze as your bodies swayed back and forth, cheeks heating as he reached your favorite lyric of the chorus. "No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her."

Your heart swelled with adoration and joy as he spun you around, lyrics being whispered into your ear like secrets, Luke's warmth breath fanning across your skin. The rain slowly came to a halt, but you continued being held in his embrace, perfectly content to stay in the light of the cloudy sky forever if you were allowed.

His lips met your forehead as he pulled you in closer, muscular arms wrapping around you in a cozy hug. "In case you needed a reminder, you're the only person I'll gladly stand in a rainstorm with."

"In case you needed a reminder, you're the only person I'd want out here with me."

So sorry this is just now getting posted! My week has been far busier than I anticipated when I first planned this event but I am working hard to get everything written so it will be posted in time for Halloween! Thank you all for being patient with me as I navigate through all this! ❤️

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Consequences - Henry Cavill (Grand Suite part two)

Summary: Henry is having a few drinks at the bar where you work. You and your friend share your inappropriate thoughts and fantasies about him, one of yours being ‘I would definitely walk around with a pc logo on me so he could take me apart’. Little did you know he overheard the two of you and invited you to his room to take up on your offer after your shift.

This is a follow up of Check, please? but could be read on its own. [update nov 15th | due the asks, comments and love this is now turned into a miniseries and can be read here]

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Warnings: 18+ smutty content, oral (female receiving), protected sex

Word count: approx. 4,5k

A/N: Hi there babes. When I wrote part one I didn’t expect to have this many comments and asks for a follow up, so first of all thank y’all for that! Even though I haven’t originally planned writing a part two you inspired me to do so and got a bit carried away. And to confess I now have another part in mind. Let me know if you would like to read this and if you would like to be added/removed from the taglist.

You bounced on your restless legs while taking a deep breath for like the hundredth time, trying to bring your racing heart beat down but to no avail. Somehow the last bit of your shift flew by in a blur and all you could think about was Henry’s words and the way he looked at you at the bar, inviting you to his room. Was he being serious or just messing with you when he overheard you and friend Jenny saying inappropriate things about him? According to Jenny his offer was sincere by the way he looked and winked at you when he left with his friends. 

Either way you were going, you had to give it a go. When did the opportunity of a very handsome actor you’ve been obsessed with invited you to meet him in his hotel room?

The ping-sound of the elevator announcing you’ve reached the right floor brought you back to reality. Your steps were muffled by the thick and rich carpet underneath your black Allstars as you made you way through the long hallway.

Suddenly you felt a sliver of uncertainty and bit your lip. You didn’t got the chance to change your skinny jeans and black buttoned shirt after you finished your shift. All you’ve got was to quickly wash up at the sink in the work bathroom and put on some of the perfume you thankfully carried in your bag while Jenny spoke encouraging words to you and made you promise to report every single thing that would happen, no details left behind.

As the numbers on the doors you passed crept closer to the one which was written on the check you carried in your back-pocket you shook your head and arms to get the nerves out of your system. Besides the fact that this was a famous and super hot actor, it was nothing new. Just a hook up, nothing more. You. Got. This.

At the end of the hall your eyes caught the golden numbers on the off-white door which gleamed in the warm light of the hallway accompanied with the text ‘grand suite’. A smile tugged at your lips, ofcourse a grand suite why not?

Taking a deep breath while saying a silent prayer you gathered all your confidence and left all your insecurities behind you. Lifting your hand you knocked on the door twice and held your breath. It was quiet for a few seconds and then heard someone fiddling with the lock. Someone? It’s was Henry fucking Cavill but before you could let your nerves take the better of you again the door swung open and there he stood.

Holy shit. Even though you just saw him at the bar not even three hours ago you still were a bit overwhelmed by his imposing posture and features as he placed one hand on the doorpost and leaned in.

“Hi,” you breathed and couldn’t help yourself from giving him a big, beaming smile. His lips curled up into a broad smile too, revealing his two fangs as he answered.

“Hi there, Joanne,” his deep voice reached your ears which sent a shiver down your spine as he quickly looked you up and down. 

“Please come in darling.” He pushed himself off the doorpost and held the door open. You sighed silently and tried not to let the word darling get to your head as you made your way into his room. 

Well room was a bit of an understatement. This was indeed a grand suite. But like in grand grand. It was a whole freaking, luxurious apartment which reminded you a lot of the one of Mr. Grey in Fifty Shades of Grey. You couldn’t help but gape at the massive space where all the windows reached from floor to ceiling. There was this big kitchen island on your right accompanied by a large dinner table, in the middle of the room stood two creme-colored couches facing each other where on your left was a huge bed and a big detached bath which was placed next to the window overlooking the city at night. 

Taking the room in again like this wasn’t real and it would all go up in smoke, you muttered under your breath. “Fuck me..”

“Say please.”

His lips brushed your ear as you felt the warmth of his broad body against your back causing goosebumps to break out all over your skin. You grinned and bit your lip as you turned around.

“Or what?” You dared and looked him straight in his eyes, standing so close you could see the brown streak in his left eye. Damn his eyes were even brighter blue than you remembered and savored the way he stared right back at you. A grin tugged at his lips as you heard a deep huff rolling from his chest, sending a warm sensation straight to your lower stomach.

“Or I guess you’re gonna find out the consequences when you insinuate these kind of inappropriate things,” he said while tugging a loose strand of hair behind your ear and snaking his hand up at the back of your neck giving it a soft squeeze while he placed his other at your waist.

“Maybe I do like inappropriate things.”

“Also the consequences that come with it?”

“That too.”

His grip on your neck tightened as he pulled you flush to his hard chest so fast you hadn’t even had time to blink. The movement made your breath hitch in your throat as you felt his broad body brush yours, making the tips of your breasts peak against your bralette. A pulse of warm heath shot through your body.

“Even though I would like to teach you all about these consequences I wish to start by taking up on your offer,” he tilted your head back by slightly pulling on the roots your hair, his mouth so close to yours you could feel his warm breath caress your face. “Remember your offer, Joanne?”

His voice now deeper and huskier than before. A smirk appeared on your face as you placed your hands over his. 

“I certainly do remember,” you answered and moved both your hands to the top of your buttoned shirt without leaving his gaze. 

“Are you very attached to this?” He asked as he tugged on your shirt. But before you could answer him he ripped it open, buttons springing off and hitting the floor around your feet, revealing your black bralette underneath. You gasped as you looked down at the ripped fabric, his hands moved quickly, touching the bare skin off your waist. He just fucking ripped your shirt.

“Are you?” You retorted and before he could form a response you did the same. Quickly you grabbed his denim shirt and ripped it open, revealing his muscled chest as his buttons joined yours on the floor.

One of his brows rose as he looked at you in surprise, cocking his head. Clearly not expecting your action.

“Oh you did not..” He growled and the way he studied you sent tiny shivers to every part of your body. You swallowed and even though you could hardly contain yourself from letting your eyes roam over his godlike torso, you kept his gaze, challenging him.

Even though you had this massive crush on him and felt a bit starstruck at the bar when he spoke to you, you wanted to keep it cool, have a feeling of control but most of all have fun.

You shrugged casually, “I think I just did.” 

A dark look swept over his face as he gripped your face with both hands, pulling you close. He wet his lips as his eyes darted to yours, leaning in so close you could almost feel them on yours. Though he was in control by holding your face in his hands it seemed like he was waiting for you. Was he silently asking your permission?

Gripping the collar of his ripped shirt you pulled him in, hungrily pressing your lips to his. His hands moved up, kneading the flesh of your ribcage while gently pushing you backwards towards the bed. A moan escaped his lips, it was such an erotic sound it made you shudder with desire, craving more of him.

As you took another step back you felt the edge of the bed and before Henry could push you onto the mattress you quickly hooked your other leg around him, clutched his shirt even more and turned the both of you around so he fell back onto the mattress. The same surprised expression adorned his face as you quickly straddled his legs, leaning over him so you could kiss him again.

Slowly you started to grind your hips into his, almost smiling into the kiss when you felt his unmistakable hardness press against you. You lost yourself in the kiss and the feeling of him against your pelvis that you hadn’t noticed that his hands slipped to your ass. He gave your ass a hard squeeze, snapping you out of your bubble.

Placing your hands on his hard pecs you leaned back panting and you couldn’t stop your lip from curling up as you took him in, shaking your head. Henry looked at you amused as he folded his hands behind his head, smirking at you.

“Like what you see, darling?” He purred and you bit your lip and didn’t stop yourself this time from letting your eyes roam shamelessly over his exposed chest and abs. 

Oh sweet lord up above, he was even more beautiful than you could’ve dreamed off. You shook your head in disbelieve as your hands explored his chest. His muscles feeling like granite under your soft hands.

“My my.. I think even the Greek Gods would envy this sculptured body,” you muttered which caused him to bark out a laugh.  

“Well I guess that makes you Venus,” he said and quickly sat up, now eye-height with your breasts. You grinned and let your hands glide to his shoulders, stripping him from the ripped fabric and bit your lip as you eyed his biceps and almost squealed.

Henry leaned forward, leaving soft sloppy kisses between your breasts while taking off your shirt. Your hands snaked into his brown curls and leaned back while enjoying the feel of his lips move across your sensitive skin. His warm hands moved over your back, drawing you in more while unclasping your bralette. 

He hummed at the sight of your bare breasts and cupped them both while continuing his oral expedition on your skin. You shuddered underneath his touch and cried out when he flicked his tongue over you hardened tip.

“Ah fuck,” you moaned and closed your eyes, savoring the moment. His hands slipped to the back of your knees and he quickly got up. Your eyes shot open and you clung onto his neck as he switched positions so you were now lying on your back.  

He kissed you quick on the lips, moving on to your neck and slowly descended while leaving kisses in his wake. You watched him move lower and lower, panting as your heart beat loudly in your chest, his hands roaming all over your body squeezing your touch starved skin. He moved further down and slid off the bed while his hands traced the shape of your legs, his hands curling around your ankle as he started to unlace your shoe while holding your gaze. When you reached for your other shoe he lifted your leg up so you fell backward onto your arms as he clicked his tongue at you.

“Tsk tsk, that was not the deal, Joanne,” a loose curl fell onto his forehead and you could swear that your heartbeat went straight throbbing between your legs. “I am going to take you apart piece by piece and if you disobey you will face the consequences you apparently are keen to learn.”

You whimpered at his words but laid back. He undid both of your shoes, followed by your socks and jeans, leaving you in nothing more but your black-laced panty. Thank the lord you decided to wear a matching set today even though the other half was already somewhere on the floor.

You watched every move closely and stared shamelessly as he kicked his own shoes and jeans off, leaving him in nothing but a black boxer briefs. Biting your lip you looked down and it was very clear that he was aroused. 

He grinned and crawled back over you again. Bursts of pleasure pounced through your body when you felt his hot skin on yours and couldn’t help yourself when your hands flew back up into his hair and pulled him close to kiss his lips again. God, this man, you were addicted already. 

He kissed you back, harder and with more hunger. One hand moved up to play with your left breast, making you arch your back into his touch, a moan slipping from your throat.

“Oh Henry!”

You felt his lip curl up into a smile as his lips brushed your ear. “There is still one piece I need to remove before I really gonna tear you apart.”

Not able to form a response at his words you shuddered, your body vibrating in anticipation as his hand snaked its way down over your stomach and dipping under your moist panties, cupping the sensitive part between your thighs.

A starved moan escaped your lips as you felt his big hand kneading the aching part of your body. Without a thought you started to grind into his touch, silently begging for more. When he dipped his fingers further he met your undeniable arousal and hissed.

“Joanne…” your name rolled over his lips, sounding so extremely lustful it almost felt like a sin. “There is no denying how bad you want this, am I right darling?”

“Yes!” you breathed, completely under his spell as he worked his fingers. Cupping you, stroking up and down as you writhe underneath his touch, his words echoing in your head. Just his words and few touches alone could make you come already.

Pleasure burned in your veins as you let your nails sink into his skin, receiving a growling response. You let one hand slide down over his mouthwatering chest, feeling the soft curls brushing the tips of your fingers as you reached for the straining bulge in his briefs.  

Both of you gasped as you palmed his covered hardness. His eyes shot back to yours and you were lost at the look on his face. The oh so sexy loose curl fell back onto his forehead, his blue eyes darkened with desire as his mouth was slightly parted to release the panting breaths. He started to grind into your palm and you cried out as he suddenly pushed two digits in. 

The two of you moved with and against each other, feeling the familiar tension built in your lower stomach with each stroke. Moans escaped the both of you as he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and enjoying your touch. 

You increased the pressure of your palm and his eyes shot open, he growled and kissed you feverishly. Before you could comprehend he had you scooted further onto the bed, your head landing on the fluffy pillow as his hands clawed at your panties and yanked them down. The air escaped your lungs at the rough movement as he tossed the fabric across the room and laid down on his stomach.

He shot you an hungry look from between your legs, his eyes filled with desire as he clenched his jaw. He gripped your hips and your bare skin burned when he dragged you down over the mattress, his face now very close to the aching part between your legs.

Your eyes were blown wide, watching him as he continued his expedition of kisses on the inside of your thigh. Sighing at the feeling of his soft lips on your burning skin. Arching into his touch as he traveled up, moving closer and closer. And then he kissed the most sensitive part on the apex between your thighs, the sensation making you claw at the sheets under you and you couldn’t stop the moan which bubbled out of your throat.

The kisses were replaced by sucking, bites and licks as his hands massaged the curves of your stomach and legs. What started out soft turned now into harder and rougher movements, his need for you growing with every sound he drew from your lips and you felt the tension built inside you with each move he made. 

He hummed when he felt your fingers clutch his curls, holding onto him as your pants and moans became louder. You writhe underneath him as he licked and sucked harder on the bundle of nerves. Legs started to tremble as he got you closer and closer.

“Oh my God! Henry, yes!” you yelped.

“Yes, darling? Are you close?”

“Holy fuck! Yes!” 

“Then come for me Joanne,” he purred and held your quivering legs in a tight grip.

Your orgasm hit you then and it hit you so hard. Eyes falling shot, toes curling as you cried his name out in pleasure. He released the grip on your legs, stroking them gently as he pressed soft kisses on your delicate skin. 

Your grip on his curls loosened as you came down from your high. You opened your eyes and saw him staring up at you while pressing a kiss on the inside of your thigh again. 

“Oh God, please get over here,” you said hoarsely and supported yourself onto your elbows. “I want- no need you so badly right now.” 

That was something you didn’t need to say twice. He snarled and quickly made his way up, hovering over you again as he pressed his body into yours. You shuddered as you felt his covered erection press into your stomach while you let your hands roam from his neck to his shoulders and biceps. He bowed down to catch your lips once again, tasting yourself as you kissed him eagerly. Lips parting so your tongues could meet. The smoldering sensation between your legs now burning furiously and you leaned back, holding his face between your palms. 

“Do you have a condom?” You panted and watched as he closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into your touch while nodding slowly. 

“Wait here,” he whispered and held your hand, pecking a kiss onto the inside of your palm. You swallowed at the gentle gesture as he moved to retrieve a condom. You watched the muscles in his back flex as he sat on the edge of the bed and got rid of his brief. 

Quickly you moved behind him and trailed the muscles of his back while slanting into him. Leaning forward you kissed his neck, stroking his powerful pecs with your fingernails causing him to shiver. Your lip curled up and you traced the side of his neck, grazing the skin with your teeth as his sent filled your nose. Was there something about this man that wasn’t bloody amazing? His body, his voice, his scent, his touch, his c-

“If you keep on doing that I am afraid I will lose control,” he said restraint, “and I will not be held responsible for the consequences.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him ravaging you and to be honest, you wouldn’t give a damn at all.

“I thought you also wanted me to learn the consequences of having…” your hand trailed down over his solid abs and cupped his painfully hard member, “inappropriate manners.” You finished and bit his earlobe, retrieving a hiss from him.

“Even though I really enjoy your touch Joanne,” your heart fluttered at hearing your name again, “I’m currently craving another part of you,” his voice a deep rumble as he made quick work of rolling down the condom over his cock. He grasped your waist and threw you back onto the bed. 

Your chest heaving as you gulped for air, trying to form a response and almost didn’t recognize your own voice. “What part is that?”

Those dark, delicious lustful eyes pierced yours as he hovered over you, completely covering your body with his as he nudged your legs apart with his knee. He kissed your neck, slowly moving up so his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“This part,” he bit your earlobe while cupping your pulsing heat. You whimpered as the sensation sparked to every nerve ending in your body.

“Would you like that?” He asked and skimmed his nose over you cheek and leaned back so he could watch your face.

“Oh you have no idea how much I would like that,” you answered as you brought your hand up to your mouth. Henry watched every move and his nose flared when you spat into your hand and moved it between your bodies to his hard member, spreading your saliva over his tip.

A curse fell from his lips as you stroked him a few times. Your other hand moved to his back and tried to pull him in, the need for him drowning out your senses especially when you guided his hardness towards your entrance.

“Good,” he growled and moved his hips upward, sliding right into your slick opening. The both of you moaned as he slowly filled you up. My my… the feeling of him entering you… he was big, stretching you as he moved his hips gradually. You dug your nails deeper into the skin of his back, edging him on, wanting more of him. So overwhelmed you verbalized your thoughts.

“Please,” you panted while opening your eyes you hadn’t noticed had slipped shut, “please move,” you begged and a smug grin appeared on his face.

“There are those manners I am keen to hear.” Before you could reply he started to move, pulling back and plunging back in all the way to the hilt. You cried out as your nails dug even deeper into his skin, leaving small crescents for sure but you couldn’t care less.

You felt, heard and smelt him everywhere, soaking him in as he stretched you open. Dragging his hard cock against your velvet walls, moving along all the sensitive nerves and hitting that sweet spot. The tension in your core coiling up with each stroke.

Both of your grunts and moans filled the room as he picked up the pace. You wrapped your legs around him and dug your heels into his back, spurring him on as he took you deeper. Blood started to pound into your ears. Breath catching as you watched his handsome face. His brows furrowed and jaw clenched. His burning gaze moved from your face to your bouncing breasts and lower to the point where you two were connected.

You followed his gaze, seeing his abs flex with every thrust as his big cock moved in and out, in and out.

“Ah fuck Joanne,” he growled, “you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

Euphoria raged through your veins. Damn this was so hot. He was so hot.

Whimpering was the only response you could give. Not able to form words as the wave of ecstasy washed over you. You cried out his name again while clutching onto him, scraping your nails across his back. Toes curling as you drowned in bliss. He followed you just a second after, pounding you into the mattress and cursed as he came. 

His thrusts slowly stilled. Feeling his weight press into you and shuddered as his sweat covered chest brushed your peaked nipples. He rested his forehead against yours as you both catched your breath.

You enjoyed the weight of his broad body, his breath fanning over your face and almost whined when he lifted his head.

“Gods, that was amazing. You are amazing.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at his tender words. “I can definitely say the same about you,” you reached out to brush the loose curl out of his eye and blinked a few times, almost in disbelieve, he was so fucking gorgeous.

“I am really glad you took upon my offer, you know?”

He hummed as his lips curled up, “So am I,” he responded and slowly moved back, placing a soft kiss onto your lips.

“But,” he started and slowly moved out of you, causing you to whimper at the loss as he held the edge of the condom so it wouldn’t slip off. “There are still some lessons about consequences I would like to indulge. Guess we have to save them for later.” 

He got up and went to the bathroom to discard the condom. You watched him and took in his bare body, eyes roaming over the muscles of his back, his squeezable butt and those amazing, thick thighs.

You sighed and closed your eyes, feeling boneless as the aftershock of your orgasms coursed through your body and feeling very content at the moment. 

“Here,” you heard his voice and opened your eyes as you felt the mattress dip under his weight. He held out a glass of water which you happily took and gulped down which caused him to snicker.

“Thirsty?”

“Oh, you have no idea…”

“Mmm,”

He took the empty glass from you and placed it onto the nightstand beside the bed and joined you. Laying on his side, propped up on his elbow, hand supporting his head as you felt his piercing blue gaze on you. You mirrored his actions and couldn’t stop your hand from reaching for the loose curl again. Taking a deep sigh as your eyes roamed over his face, scanning the brown streak in his left eye and the sharp contour of his jaw.

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered as your finger trailed over his jawline and flicking your thumb over his lip. His chest heaved and shuddered as he closed his eyes, enjoying your soft touch.

Swiping over his lip once again you leaned forward. Craving the feeling of his soft lips on yours. The kiss was soft and gentle as you felt his warm hand slip over the curve of your hip. Digging his fingertips into the soft flesh and pulling you in. 

Leaning back you focused on his warm hand stroking up and down your side, skin breaking out in goosebumps where his hand trailed.

“Come here,” he murmured and pulled you in closer flush to his body as he guided your head onto his chest. The soft curls brushed your face as his warm hand kept moving up and down. Suddenly exhaustion crept in and you slowly started to nod off. Humming content you closed your eyes and savored the moment and his touch. Just a few seconds, you said to yourself. Then you would get up, get dressed and get out.  

You felt how he wrapped the big, heavy blanked over the two of you and turned off the lights. 

“Mmm,” you muttered and lifted your head slightly. “If you keep doing that I will fall asleep.”

“And that would be a bad thing?” He asked and you grinned.

“It would be inappropriate.”

He chuckled and you felt his torso vibrate against yours. “Well it happens that I too like inappropriate things.” A smile tugged at your lips and you had a hard time fighting your heavy eyelids.

“Just relax Joanne,” he whispered, “let’s enjoy this, please.” That was one of the last things you heard and felt him press a kiss on top of your head. And before you dozed off you heard one final whisper.

“You’re beautiful.”

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Hi. I love your stories. I have an idea for a ficlet. I would love one where Randy Orton and the reader go to a haunted house and he protects the reader from all the Scary things

Aww thank you so much sis! Hope you enjoy what I did! 🙂

Title: Haunted House Pairing: Randy Orton X Reader Summary: You and Randy decide to visit a Haunted House on Halloween night and you get so spooked he has to protect you. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: None. Just fluff and an attempt at comedy.

NOTE: I have never done a Haunted House before, so bear with me. I hope I did this correctly.

Haunted House

“I don’t know about this,” you said, taking Randy Orton’s large hand. “I’ve never been in a haunted house before, Randy.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Randy coaxed, his bright blue eyes flashing. “It’ll be fun. Besides, you can’t go to a Halloween carnival without visiting the haunted house.”

You were both dressed up for Halloween as Han Solo and Princess Leia from the Return of the Jedi. Your costume was complete with the golden bikini and a super long clip in braid.

“Yeah but they say this house is actually haunted,” you argued. “Like, for real. That’s like deciding to pay the Amityville house a visit! Are you crazy??”

Randy chuckled, and brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it softly. “Why so scared? I’ll protect you.”

“I don’t doubt you’d try,” you replied, “But how are you going to protect me from a ghost, or worse, a poltergeist?”

He chuckled again and led you up the walkway toward the house. “It’ll be fine. If it gets too bad, we’ll find the nearest emergency exit and leave. Deal?”

You nodded reluctantly, “O-okay.”

You went through the, what used to be, white gate of the picket fence which framed the large yard and walked toward the front door. A small group of teenage girls were behind you, already giggling hysterically. 

“Somehow, I think if we’re stuck in front of them the whole time, I’m gonna be ready to climb the walls before this is over,” you remarked, with a roll of your eyes.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be more quiet when they get scared,” Randy chuckled deviously. “And I can always scare them worse than this house would.”

You nodded your agreement with a soft hum of approval.

He was telling the truth. Randy was an insanely attractive man, but he could definitely turn into a scary lunatic when he wanted to–usually when he was wrestling or filming a segment for the WWE.

You stepped up to the first step of the porch, and–

“ROAAAR!!” A Freddy Krueger leapt out from behind the open front door.

At the same time, you jumped out of your skin and your hand shot to your chest as the teenagers squealed, and Randy laughed aloud.

“This is gonna be fun,” he exclaimed.

“If you say so,” you said under your breath.

You both stepped into the house, followed by the annoying teenage girls, and you were already cringing when a goblin flew by your face, shrieking in laughter, it’s ragged clothing brushing across your cheek.

“It’s just a bunch of jump-scares,” you griped to Randy. “Can’t we just forget about this?”

“Once you enter, you don’t exit,” came the killer’s voice from the Scream films. Right behind you. You turned and immediately screamed at seeing Ghostface run at you.

“How the heck did he hear me,” you demanded. “I wasn’t talking that loud. Randy, this is freaky.”

“Relax, babe, it’s just part of the show,” Randy said, leading you forward. “I won’t let anything touch you.”

“Okay,” you agreed reluctantly, letting him take your hand and lead you further into the house.

You both turned down a hallway and immediately heard a door slam in the near distance followed by a woman’s scream. You couldn’t decide if it was sound effects or if the “for real” haunted house was beginning to show its true colors.

That thought nearly sent you into a panic. “Randy, I really want out of here. Please.”

“Okay, baby, we can leave,” Randy said, turning you toward the way you’d just come. He affectionately squeezed your shoulders. “We’ll go back out the front door since we already know what is lurking there.”

You nodded as he led you, and you immediately felt bad. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to do this.”

“No worries, babe. It’s not a big deal. I just thought since you’d never been to one that it’d be fun for you. If it’s scaring you that bad I don’t want you to do it either.”

“Sir,” an authoritative voice said from behind the two of you. You turned and saw that “Freddy Krueger” was acting as hall monitor, so to speak. “Sir, you’re not allowed to leave back through the front door. I’m afraid you have to go through the remaining haunted house to get to the actual exit.

“Please,” you started. “I’m freaked out and I just want out of here.”

“There’s only a couple of hallways to get through ma`am.”

It was surreal for Freddy Krueger to be speaking so politely to you. But polite or not you wanted out of this house and you wanted out now.

“I don’t care. I’m not going and you can’t make me,” you said feeling childish, but nonetheless justified.

“Ma`am…”

“Look, Freddy,” Randy started sarcastically, popping his knuckles and clearly losing his patience. “We’re going out the front door. If you don’t like that, I don’t think there’s a lot you can do about it.”

“I can stop you from going through the door.”

Freddy was getting pretty snarky.

“And I can slap the taste out of your pizza-faced mouth,” you said in retaliation.

“Now listen,” Freddy started, pointing his finger blade at you. “I-”

“Don’t you dare point that blade at me,” you cried indignantly. You let loose and slapped him across the face.

“HEY!” Freddy was suddenly angry and latched onto your arm with his gloved hand. 

“OW,” You cried, as the metal of the glove dug into your skin. The blades were thankfully dulled down to where it didn’t actually cut you, but it still hurt.

“Okay, that’s it,” Randy said a second before driving his fist into Freddy’s face. 

Freddy was down for the count.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Randy said, taking your hand and heading for the front door.

You both hurried through the door and were instantly out in the cool night air.

“Thank you, baby,” you said softly as you walked away from the house and headed out of the carnival toward Randy’s car.

“No one's gonna put their hands on you on my watch,” he said, as he walked you to the passenger’s side of the large SUV. “No one.”

He opened the door for you and helped you into the seat, before gently closing the door again. Then he was jogging around to the driver’s side and getting in himself.

“I love you, Randy.”

He looked over at you and smiled. “I love you too.” His dimples appeared then. “In fact I was going to do this after the haunted house, but Freddy screwed it up,” he chuckled, pulling a velvet box out of his costume’s pocket. He opened the box to reveal a diamond ring. “Y/N… Would you marry me?”

“Oh my God, Randy! Yes!” You squealed the words and latched onto him kissing him passionately. “Yes,” you said again, as he placed the ring on your finger.

“I’m glad.” He said, reaching over and kissing you softly. “You’ve just made me the happiest man on earth.” He started the car as you admired your ring.

“And you’ve made me the happiest woman on earth,” you replied, gazing at him. “Let’s go home and celebrate,” he said with a wink.

THE END

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Home Is Wherever You Are P1

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

With a very heavy emphasis on platonic!Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

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Prompt: You jump in front of an explosive device to protect Adrian from the blast and end up getting separated from him with no way back.

Warnings: mentions of trafficking, mentions of child abuse, panic, meltdown, crying, divorce, mentions of August Smith, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language

A/N: In July I started cooking up a new idea with the help of my friend @countlambula and what was originally meant to be a 2 parter moved to a 4 parter and somehow I ended with 7 parts?! Not quite sure how that happened! I’m very excited to share what I spent a huge part of my summer working on. I hope you guys enjoy!! Also despite the main ship being Adrian x Reader there is A LOT of platonic!Chris content in this fic so I really do hope Chris fans can read and enjoy this! I loved getting into the thick of Chris’ backstory for this! All of the 11th Street Kids have their own importance in this series, but it is very Adrian and Chris centric. Please enjoy!!

“I love you.” You sighed in relaxation, smiling as you were gently woken up by your boyfriend.

“Well somebody has to.” Adrian joked.

“Shut up!” You lightly hit him on the chest, laughing.

“Never.” He smiles, kissing you. You could look at his beautiful, infectious smile for hours. Your phones both buzz at the same time, an indication that it’s probably a text in the 11th Street Kids chat because you both got it.

“Didn’t we just get home from a mission?” You groan.

“There’s no time to rest for super badass super cool heroes, babe.” Adrian kisses you on the cheek quickly before getting out of bed.

“Okay, but if we have to pair up there is no way in hell I’m going with Chris again. Last time he told me I looked like his sexy babysitter growing up. Like who the fuck says that? Our lives aren’t some shitty porno and it’s almost like he doesn’t even give a fuck that we’re dating.” You sigh.

“Yeah he constantly tells me that you’re way out of my league. I think his exact words were I’m in little league and you’re on major leagues, but I don’t know. I was never on the bowling team.”

“I think he meant baseball, honey.” You smile at him, finding his little knowledge of sports cute.

“That might actually make more sense with his home run and base metaphors! It took me way too long to figure out what that shit meant. Why can’t people just say what they mean?” He questions.

“Because they’re trying too hard to sound smart. I think sometimes not saying things they actually mean, but understanding that’s not exactly what they meant makes them feel smarter. They don’t know lots of facts like you do and they definitely can’t come up with intricate strategies either.” You smile at him, taking his hand in yours. You watch his smile grow, but there’s something more behind his eyes. He seems moved.

“How do you always do that?” He asks.

“What?”

“How do you always make me feel so smart and validated?” He clarifies.

“Because you are smart. You’re a hell of a lot smarter than Chris and if anyone gave you a second and actually listened to you, they’d realize that. You helped save the world last year. There’s no way they could have done that without you. If it weren’t for you, Chris’ dad probably would have killed him that day, honestly.” As you speak Adrian starts to realize.

“I tried to tell Peacemaker about the gaps in the armor, but he didn’t listen.” He reminds you.

“Well that’s because he’s too deep in his own bullshit to see past it. He should have listened to you, but this isn’t just about him being stubborn. I don’t think most people would have noticed such a small detail like that. Give yourself some credit.” You kiss him again.

“You know you’re like everything to me right? I’ve never felt this way about a person before. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had feelings for other people, but like…it’s like I just never fit in as a kid. I just kinda felt like an alien who crash landed here as a baby and I know I’m not, but I just didn’t feel human. You make me feel human.” He’s giving you that look he gives people when he’s worried he’s said something a little too out of pocket or strange.

“I get what you mean. It’s almost like we were made for each other. We’re each other’s rocks…wait does that sound too cheesy?” You look at him, blushing.

“No! I love rocks! I had a rock collection when I was a little kid!” You giggle at how cute he is.

“Me too! My mom would find rocks in the machine every time she did laundry because I would stuff my pockets!” You tell him and you both laugh. Then your phones go off again, interrupting your good morning. You sigh. “Harcourt’s gonna kill us if we’re late.” You kiss him one more time before getting out of bed and heading to the shower.

“Let her kill us.” He laughs, smirking, following you to the shower.

Several hours later you found yourself sneaking through a warehouse. You didn’t quite know what to expect, you just knew a lot of people had gone missing at the hands of this guy. You figured maybe they were being killed off or trafficked. If you knew what you know now maybe you would have done things differently. Maybe you wouldn’t have even done them at all. You wished you were at home with Adrian. Adrian. You may never see him again…

You were running after the guy when he pulled a grenade on you. Adrian had survived a grenade once, but you didn’t think he would survive again. You on the other hand were testing out new armor from ARGUS that could probably withstand the blast, so you did what anyone would do for the person they love the most. You pushed him out of the way. Your ears were ringing and everything was so bright. You think you hear Adrian and maybe some of your other teammates screaming your name, but you’re not sure. Suddenly you’re on the ground, but the ground is different… you try to open your eyes, but they’re still strained from the bright light and now you feel lightheaded and nauseous. You black out.

You wake up to arms shaking you.

“Adrian?” You question in a whiney tone. You open your eyes to find a construction worker looking over you.

“I don’t know who that is. What even happened to you?“ You blinked a couple times, moving around slowly, getting your bearings. “You’re in my construction site for the new factory warehouse that’s going up. What happened? Did you slip down the dirt mound and hit your head?”

“I- I must have…” Your voice trails off as you try to make sense of everything.

“This is going to be so much paperwork.” The worker sighs.

“I’m sorry… what town am I in?” You ask.

“Evergreen, Washington.”

“I don’t remember there being any big construction sites like this recently.” You try to think of any signs indicating any recent work sites.

“We just broke ground yesterday. I’m surprised you didn’t see it on the news.” The worker helps you up.

“I don’t tend to watch the news. My boyfriend thinks it’s depressing. I usually get my news elsewhere, but I’ve been a little busy to read up on it in the past few days.” You smile at the worker, thinking of Adrian.

“Like the newspaper?” He asks.

“No, online.”

“On what? You wait in line?”

“No… like the internet…” You give him a confused smile.

“Oh, I don’t mess with that new stuff. I don’t want robots in my house, stealing my information. You young people always just want things faster, faster, faster.” You tried to refrain from giving the man an odd look. He’s probably from one of the more rural areas. You knew how radically conservative Evergreen could be at first hand, having met Chris’ dad and been told stories of how he grew up. You were just happy Chris’ dad was dead. As awful as that sounds you’d hate to run into him.

“Yeah…” You give a nervous laugh. “Well thank you, but I should probably head out before your supervisor notices.” You quickly excuse yourself, walking down the street. You pulled out your phone, but had no service, so you put it away. That’s odd. Usually there’s dead zones in town, but you didn’t think it was this bad. As you walk down the street you see a beautiful vintage car parked by the side of the road. It’s in pretty good condition.

“I love your vintage car! What year is it?” You ask the woman getting out of it.

“What this clunker? I got it from my parents. It’s only an 81, but I guess it’s getting old now. It’s got tons of miles on it. They just got a new car, so they gave me their old one.” She says, locking her door.

“They didn’t wanna keep it?” You ask in shock.

“Why would they? It’s old.” You look at her in confusion before she excuses herself to walk into the grocery store. Guess some people just don’t know the value of collectibles.

Today has been fucking weird. How did you even end up in that construction site anyway? You must have gone for a walk this morning and fell in, but it’s a little alarming you don’t remember. You could walk home, but it’s just so far. You walk into a nearby corner store hopping they have wifi to connect to. You couldn’t call Adrian without service, but maybe if you could get wifi you could get him a message to come pick you up or you could order an Uber.

You walked into the building and made your way up to the counter. “Hi, do you have wifi here?” You ask.

“No, sorry we don’t sell that.” The teenage cashier dismisses you and goes back to the pad of paper they’re doodling on.

“Okay… do you know anywhere near here that has wifi?” You ask.

“I don’t even know what wifi is. I could call the hardware store and see if they have some.” They look at you like you’re the stupid one.

“What do you mean call the hardware store?”

“We have a phone behind the counter.”

“How do you not know what wifi is? Wireless internet?” You stare at them, losing your mind a bit.

“You think we have a computer here? This is Evergreen. Half the town is poor as shit. You’re not gonna find a computer in a gas station. Go to the library. They just got another one.” The teenager rolls their eyes at you.

“Can I at least use your phone?” You ask, trying to keep your patients with the idiot in front of you. How do they not know what wifi is?

“You have to use the pay phone next door. My boss said this is a business only phone.”

“The pay phone… What is this? 1985? I didn’t even know pay phones still existed.”

“Well some of us again can’t afford a cellphone. Not to mention, my mom says they fuck with your brain.” They roll their eyes again.

“It’s the 21st century who cares what their mother says? Practically everyone has a phone?” You give them a strange look.

“I don’t know what you smoked before you walked in here, but you’re still half a decade away from the 21st century.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You look at them dumbfounded before it all starts to register. The comments about the internet being new, no wifi, no cellphones, the vintage car. You feel your ears start to ring as your eyes begin to tear up. You feel like you’re underwater. You take off, booking it down several blocks. You’re out of breath and you have a cramp, but you don’t care. You keep running. You’re sweating, but you keep running. You can taste metal in your mouth, but you keep running. You keep going. You have to. Finally you reach it. You stand in front of the building, catching your breath as you watch people walk in and out of Henelotter Video. Your heart is in your throat.

“No…” You look at it and begin to cry in shock at what was once your headquarters… or you guess what will one day be… That day hasn’t come yet. You walk over to a newspaper box and grab a free local paper. You see the date says August 31st, 1994. Fuck. You drop the paper, rushing to the back of the building. You collapse on the ground against the back wall of a building that should feel more familiar to you than it is. You remember now. The grenade must have been some sort of weaponized time travel. The people weren’t being killed or trafficked. They were being displaced in time. You sob quietly, not trying to cause a scene. This wasn’t supposed to be this way.

You lean against the building staring out at the parking lot, the parking lot where you shared your first kiss with Adrian. You had just gotten back from a mission that he was a little too reckless on and you needed to tell him how you felt in case you never got the chance again. You look over at the dumpster, clean of the graffiti it will one day be littered with. That was the dumpster he was hiding behind when you first met him as Vigilante.

Adrian… You may never get to see your perfect boyfriend again. He was by no means actually perfect, but he was perfect to you. He was your personal version of perfect and you knew you’d never find anyone else like him again. Now you may never see him again…

You cry until it starts to grow dark. You wonder about what you’ll do. Anything you do could change the future. What if changing the future makes it so you never meet Adrian or what if you change something and it branches off into a different future and you get stuck away from him in a parallel universe? You’re not a time travel scientist. Anything could fucking happen! The only thing you do know is that you’re alone and it’s getting dark. If you’re getting your timeline right, Chris’ dad would be coming out soon with his awful fucking army and you knew if they tried to fight you, you wouldn’t be able to take all of them on your own. They rule the streets in these years. You pull out your wallet from your pocket to find you have enough money to at least go get dinner. Your debit card won’t work, but you have just enough cash. You head to Fennel Fields because you knew it would probably be the only consistent thing left in town. You just wanted something familiar.

As you’re seated, an overwhelmed waitress rushes past you saying “I’ll be right with you!”

“Take your time. I practically have all the time in the world… like 30 years of time…” You whisper the last part under your breath. The overworked waitress runs back to you and apologizes.

“Hi, my name is Diane. Can I get you something to drink?” You want to order a soda, but decide against it to save money.

“Uh… I guess water will have to be fine.”

“You don’t look so sure. It’s free refills.” She smiles at you.

“I- I’m okay…” You stutter, tired. You could really use the caffeine, but shouldn’t.

“Well if you could have any pop in the machine which one would you pick?” She asks.

“I’m really fine with water…” You laugh nervously.

“Just humor me.” She smiles at you.

“Uh…maybe a Diet Coke…” You smile shyly at her. She leaves and comes back with a Diet Coke.

“On the house.” She smiles at you again. Something about her is so comforting.

“Oh, no. I couldn’t possibly-“

“Take it. You look like you’ve had a long day. I know I have.” She smiles at you.

“You’re very kind.” You smile back, taking a sip, letting the cool bubbly liquid trickle down your throat, which is sore from crying.

“Now what are we doing for food?” She asks.

“Uh…I’m gonna be really honest with you. I know most restaurants won’t let you order a kids meal if you’re over 12, but I’m really tight on cash, so I was hoping to maybe get the chicken tenders and fries?” You try your luck and she gives you another comforting smile.

“Great choice. I’ll go have the kitchen whip it up.” She walks away without any other questions.

You stay and eat at the restaurant for a while. Even long after you’re done, you stay and enjoy more free refills just so you’re not out on the streets.

“You know we’re technically closed right?” Your waitress, Diane asks.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’ll leave…” You start to collect your things as she begins to sit at your booth with a bin of silverware and some napkins.

“No, please stay. Mind if I join you?” She asks.

“Um…no.” You smile. “I don’t mind at all.” Truth be told you loved Diane. She had such a comfortable, familiar air around her. Even in all of this chaos, she felt like someone you could trust. She starts rolling silverware as you sip on your drink.

“So what’s your story? Are you running or were you kicked out?” She asks.

“What?” You look at her confused.

“You just look scared and tired and like you’re not quite sure what to do. It’s none of my business, but you just look like you need someone on your side is all.” She smiles again, hoping she didn’t overstep.

“Why were you so kind to me? I walked into this restaurant with thirteen dollars to my name and you didn’t even roll an eye at me.” You question her.

“Just doing what I think is right, I suppose. It’s been hard for me too lately. My husband just left, so I picked up this second job to make sure my kids will be alright.” You shoot her a sympathetic look.

“Um…kicked out…I guess….” You open up. Being exiled from your time period is sort of like being kicked out.

“Do you have anywhere to go?” She asks. You shake your head silently. She finishes rolling the last bit of silverware before standing up and putting the bin behind the counter nearby.

“Let’s go. I’m taking you home with me.” She smiles.

“Oh, no! I- I couldn’t possibly-“

“Yes, you can and you will. I’m a mother. I’m not going to let a young adult with nowhere to go and no money sleep on the streets.” She cuts you off. She couldn’t be too much older than you, but clearly motherhood had aged her.

“You don’t even know my name!” You protest.

“What’s your name?” She asks.

“Rey” You panicked. It was the first name to come to your head. You and Adrian had watched Star Wars yesterday.

“Well then, Rey, let’s go home.” She insists.

“I can’t just stay in your house. That’d be rude.” You continue to debate.

“Then work for me.” She says.

“What?” You question her.

“I’ve been wanting to hire a nanny, but haven’t been able to afford one. If you come stay at my place, while you’re there you could watch the boys when I’m at work and in return you would have a roof over your head and food to eat. It sounds like a win-win situation.” She proposes. It isn’t a bad idea. You worry doing just about anything else would have an insane impact on the timeline. How much could one family affect everything?

“Are you sure about this?” You ask.

“More than sure. There’s something about you. You just seem…right.” She tells you. You smile.

“Okay…let’s go home then I guess…” you say as you follow her out of the restaurant. On the drive home she tells you about her kids.

“I have two kids…officially…” She starts.

“What do you mean officially?” You ask as you watch the passing streetlights illuminate her face.

“Well my son’s friend is always over, so more often than not it’ll probably be three boys. I let him sleepover a lot even though he’s a handful because every time he sleeps at home he comes back the next day with bruises. I can’t do anything about it because…well…that’s just how the town is…I think if I said anything things would just get worse, so I keep my mouth shut and put out an extra table setting for supper.” Her hands tighten on the steering wheel as she speaks.

“That’s so awful. I’ll never be able to understand parents who do that to their kids.” You sigh.

“Me either. If anyone laid a finger on either of my boys I’d kill them.” Most moms would be exaggerating, but you saw fire behind her eyes. You knew she loved her kids and she wasn’t fucking around. When you get home and walk inside you see a toddler with tight brown curls running around the living room in nothing, but a diaper.

“Dorian?!” Diane yells through the house. She catches the giggling toddler who has food on his face.

“Dorian Gut Chase! I told you your brother had to be in bed by 8!” Diane starts to scold her son who could be heard from the other room playing video games. Oh fuck.

“I’m sorry. Can you please hold Adrian. I don’t want him getting into anything else before bed and it seems like Dorian and Chris are upstairs killing aliens on the Super Nintendo instead of watching him, which is why I need a nanny in the first place.” She shoves Adrian in your hands. Holy fuck.

“Hi.” You hold him stiffly in your hands.

“I’m Adrian! I’m three!” He tells you just about the only thing every toddler is trained to say upon meeting a new person, shoving 3 fingers in your face.

“I know.” You say back. That’s probably not what you’re supposed to tell a three year old when they introduce themselves, but it’s not like he’ll remember anyway. You’re too in shock to care.

“What’s- what’s- what is your name?” He asks, stuttering out the words, obviously new to keeping up conversations.

“Rey, could you bring Adrian upstairs to help get him ready for bed please?” Diane calls and you remember you told her your name was Rey. Fuck if only baby Adrian could catch the joke in all of this. This is so weird on so many levels.

“I’m Rey, I guess, and we’re going upstairs now.” You tell him.

“Is it bedtime?” He asks.

“Um yeah. You’re up a little late, bud.”

“It’s not late!” He protests in his squeaky voice.

“What makes you think it’s not late?” You ask, as you walk up the stairs.

“I’m not tired!” He says.

“What time do you think it is?” You ask.

“Um 2- 2- 27” He giggles.

“That’s not a time!” You laugh at him, pretending to almost drop him. He breaks out into a fit of giggles. You had almost forgotten who you were holding.

“You’re really good with him. It’s almost like you’re a natural. He’s usually not this happy with strangers. He loves you!” She says, pleasantly surprised. If only somebody else could see the irony in the situation. Freud would love to be a fly on the way during all of this.

“Oh…uh…thanks.” You smile, as Adrian situates himself in your arms, hugging you closely. You would do anything to have Adrian back. Well this is sort of Adrian, but… you wish you had the older version. You wanted your Adrian back.

“I’ll take him from here.” Diane offers. “Check out the guest room. It’s the one at the end of the hall.” She says, taking Adrian from you.

“Thank you. You’ve been really kind.” You smile at her.

“It’s no trouble. You’re doing me a favor.”

You bid your goodnights and head to the guest room. You sit on the bed and think for a moment. This is so fucked up on so many levels. Forget about how you could fuck up the timeline… How are you gonna fuck up your boyfriend?! Not to mention, what kind of fucking ethics are involved in nannying your future boyfriend? He’s fucking three! He’s impressionable! On one hand this is weird, but on the other hand it might be your smartest move. Free room, free food, and you know how Adrian, Gut, and Chris’ lives are supposed to play out, so maybe you can stick to the script of your own timeline a little easier. This might be the easiest way to change as little as possible. You sigh, flopping onto the bed. You pull out your phone. The battery is only half charged and you have no way of charging it, but you don’t care. You need him. You pull up a picture of him that you took this morning in the van on your way to the warehouse, as tears come to your eyes. You open your voicemails and play one he left for you the other day.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I’m just calling because I know you had a bad day today and I was thinking maybe I could bring takeout home from the restaurant and we could just have a movie night? I just wanted to know if you were feeling chicken parm or meatballs or if you wanted to just scratch dinners and have me bring home a pizza. Just call me back when you get this. I’m really proud of you- uh…not that I’m not always proud of you. I’m like totally proud of you all the time and I’m rambling again and this voicemail is about to be like 10 years long, so uh bye I love you.” As soon as the voicemail ended you played it again, letting your tears fall freely. After you’re sure everyone is asleep you sneak into toddler Adrian’s room to check on him. He’s fast asleep in his bed. You let your silent tears continue to fall. He starts to move in his sleep. He seems distraught like he could be having a nightmare.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna take really good care of you, just like how you always take really good care of me.” You put on a teary eyed smile, giving him a kiss on the top of his head and adjusting his fallen blanket to cover him better. He seems to look more comfortable now. He stays fast asleep as you sneak back to the guest room for the night.

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[visceravalentines]

I'm So Dirty, Babe

Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader

This ain't perfect but by god I'm sick of looking at it!! This is a love story about two normal people and it's fine. Sike, this is fucknasty gross vile bullshit porn that grew legs and ran away. Some mornings, Bo gets up early to work out. You really like seeing him sweat, and he really likes making you suffer. Originally inspired by this post if you squint.

4.2k words. Established "relationship" with a GN!reader so far gone their legal name has been changed to Stockholm. Bo is an ass but also is catching feelings (don't tell him). Horrible toxic relationship dynamics. Penetrative rough sex. Predator/prey dynamics & chasing. Choking. Degradation. Biting. Daddy kink. Super duper blood kink. Excessive mention of sweat and spit and body hair. Threat of orgasm denial. Creampie. Reader is so so brainwashed and so down bad (the call is coming from inside the house).

You set an alarm the night before, right after he told you he’d be up early to work out.

You tried to tell yourself it wasn’t because of him. 6:30 AM was a perfectly reasonable time to wake up. Sure, the sun wasn’t up yet. And no, you didn’t have anything in particular to get done that early. And yes, fine, you knew exactly when he’d be wrapping up his workout because he was shockingly punctual, a creature of habit.

But it wasn’t because of him.

You brushed your teeth and fixed your hair because that’s what people do in the morning. You filled a travel mug with coffee and milk and dumped a heap of protein powder into it plus a tablespoon of sugar because that’s how he liked it. You knew that’s how he liked it because your health and happiness hinged on keeping him content and for no other reason at all.

The assemblage of dirty glasses on the counter rattled with the sheer volume of bass pounding in the garage. You thought you could make out the hoarse vocals of Rob Zombie through the mud room door. Some days, he came out of his workout flush with endorphins and something akin to civil. Others, it was like the testosterone transmuted his blood to vinegar and he would burst through the door frothing at the mouth.

You told yourself you hoped for the former, and this was mostly true. But there was something about the latter – that sneer, the attitude that came with it. He hadn’t been nice to you in the beginning. He wasn’t exactly nice to you now. But you still felt…well. How you felt.

You knocked on the garage door even though you knew he couldn’t hear it, but as long as you tried, sometimes that was enough. Cautiously, you opened the door and ducked inside.

The garage was in no better condition than the rest of the house, the walls hemmed in by shelving and laden with dusty relics of the last fifty years. A car had not been housed in this space since before you were born. In the middle of the floor, a few mismatched squares of castoff carpet had been laid over the permanent oil stains in the concrete. A weight bench took up most of the space, along with a mismatched collection of dumbbells and a few other things.

Despite the chill weather outside, the air in here was warm and humid. The music was deafening in the small acoustic sinkhole, almost painful, but you knew better than to lay a finger on the boom box perched by the door. It was smaller than the one at the station, but it was one of the few things in the garage that was dust-free, and you knew it had been meticulously restored to functionality by hand time and time again. You could relate.

Bo was on his back in the middle of a bench press set and paid you absolutely no mind as you came in. With every lift his lip curled in a snarl. You took his focus as an opportunity to ogle him with abandon.

He was wearing sweatpants and a wifebeater with holes in the fabric. His triceps rolled with every press, stomach taut, feet planted wide. You had been reminded time and again he was stronger than he looked, and that came with effort. Even from where you stood you could see the tank top was soaked with sweat, the hair of his underarms damp and curly.

The final two reps were a struggle from which you could not look away. Arms quivering, he racked the barbell with a grunt and sat up, slumping forward with his elbows on his knees. His hair was plastered to his forehead, lips parted as he caught his breath. He lifted his head and spat on the ground and much to your chagrin, you felt a response in your jeans.

He growled some remark at you that was inaudible over the music. You jumped to attention, quit your staring as he rose to his feet and wheeled to face you. Face flushed and scowling, he stalked towards you and you stood your ground. Even after all this time, after everything, a thrill shot through your stomach when he came at you like that, fear and arousal inextricably linked.

You averted your gaze from his face and had the misfortune of landing your focus directly on the outline of his dick against his left thigh. You released a desperate puff of air and scrambled to recall how it felt to have self-respect.

The music cut with a punch of his finger and left a vacuum of silence in its wake. He was so close you could smell the testosterone coming off him in waves. He was still breathing hard. “Did you hear what I said?” he snapped.

You shook your head. “No.”

“Fuckin’ knock next time.”

“Okay, I will.” You handed him the coffee.

He eyed you distrustfully. “What’s this?”

“It’s your…protein coffee. Whatever you call it.” You could feel the heat radiating from his body, practically taste the salt on his skin when you inhaled through your mouth.

“Ain’t you helpful this mornin’.” He turned halfway away from you and took a swig from the thermos. You watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. It mattered to you – so much – that he approved of the concoction.

Without a word, he handed it back to you. The blood vessels in his arms were swollen and bulging and you had the fleeting thought that you’d like to trace them with your tongue. Then he reached past you, and you flinched in spite of yourself, and he caught it, and he smirked but didn’t say anything. He grabbed a hoodie off a hook just behind you and threw it over his shoulder.

“C’mon.”

The single careless word may as well have been a handwritten invitation embossed with glitter. You grabbed another jacket from the hook and tried not to follow too close behind him as he picked his way between the lawnmower and a credenza from the 60s and hauled the garage door open by hand.

The sound of rusty, reluctant metal startled the birds into silence. Bo loped down the drive, his breath pluming soft and white in the air. It was a mild winter as far as you were concerned, but it was winter nonetheless, and you shoved your free hand deep into the pocket of the jacket. It was his, of course, and it smelled like him. You told yourself you were burying your nose in the collar for warmth, that’s all.

You trailed four feet behind him, still struggling to pinpoint how he felt about you this morning. He stretched his arms up, bent them behind his head, and it pulled the hem of his wifebeater up to expose a strip of skin just above his waistband. Your eyes flicked back and forth between it and the back of his head. You wanted to bite him, bite and suck, hands on his hips, you on your knees –

“Gimme that.” He was reaching back for the thermos. You trotted up, the most obedient little show dog, and handed it to him. He took another sip and you smiled.

He thrust it back into your hands and now you hung by his side, taking a step and a half for every one of his. When he tugged the hoodie off his shoulder you scampered out of the way so he had room to pull it on. He tossed his head, flicking sweat in the other direction, and pushed his hair back. You handed him the thermos; he drank and handed it back; it was slick under your fingers.

You were pathetic.

Together you strolled down Main Street. He paid you no mind, scanning the deadeyed homes and storefronts for any change, any overnight imperfection. Everything always looked the same to you, but you figured after decades spent staring at the same town he probably knew how many shingles were on every last goddamn roof. You could respect that, admire it even. It proved he had the capacity to care for things. Perhaps you held that a little too close to your heart.

He paused in front of one of the houses near the end of the road and exhaled sharply through his nose, hands on his hips, shaking his head. You squinted slightly as you examined the facade, searching for whatever it was he could see.

“Fuckin’ again,” he muttered. “Every year.”

You furrowed your brow. The house looked the same as it ever did to you.

“Gonna take me all mornin’ to fix that.”

Bemused, you nodded obediently and offered him the thermos like a trained monkey. He gulped the rest of it down and thrust it back into your grasp. For the first time all morning, he looked directly at you. You squared your shoulders to bear the weight of his stare and tried to keep your eyes off his lips. You failed; you were always failing. His jaw was dark with morning stubble.

“You’re up early,” he remarked like he had only just noticed you. “Got somethin’ to do with yourself for once?”

You shrugged noncommittally. You kept busy most days, what with the state of abject horror the house was usually in, but that was none of his concern. “Nothing special. Just…wanted to make you coffee.”

He made a sound of derision. “Well ain’t you a saint.”

You rubbed your thumb against the thermos. “How was your workout?”

Bo shot you the sort of look most people reserved for unexpected insects in their living space. “Life-changin’.” He scratched a spot on his chest.

You stared at the patch of hair visible above his neckline for half a second too long, and when you looked back up he was laser focused on you. “That’s good,” you said lamely.

He cocked his eyebrow. You felt spotted, like a small creature in a field.  You felt seen.  Something changed, something subtle in his expression that you couldn’t name but could sense like a shift in the wind. “Coulda used a little cardio.” He moved half a step towards you. “Think you could help me with that, sugar?”

You chewed on your lip, then nodded. He smiled.

“Swell. Put that down.”

You bent slowly, eyes on him, and set the thermos on the concrete with a soft tink.

“Stand back up, baby, c’mon. I can’t do all the thinkin’ for you.”

You stood, clenching and unclenching your cold fingers, waiting. Always waiting. He regarded you for a moment with a curious look on his face, the way you might consider a stranger in the mall you thought you recognized from somewhere.

And then his expression went blank the way a cloud passes over the sun, and your blood burned like ice, and he levelled a glare at your head like a gun and said, “G’on. Run.”

You were off before the mist from his mouth could dissipate. It had been a while since you played this game. It was a good one, with simple rules. And really, in the end, you both won.

You risked a glance over your shoulder and saw he hadn’t moved yet. He was feeling generous apparently; you both knew he was faster than you. Already you were out of breath, the frigid air lacerating your throat and lungs. Maybe you needed some cardio too, you thought absently.

You kicked up your heels and darted around the corner, wanting to make him work for it. You liked to watch him work.

Once upon a time, you would’ve run for the highway. You even used to believe you could make it. You never got close, not once. On this mundane morning, the thought didn’t even cross your mind.

You couldn’t keep up the pace for long and you slowed at an intersection. In your mind you tried to conjure up your faulty map of Ambrose proper – should you turn left? – but the sound of pounding footfalls behind you tore the map to shreds and you bolted.

He caught up to you quickly. You were just ahead of him, you could feel it, hear the emphysemal rasp of his panting. The seconds until he had you were dropping like flies. Too easy. It was too easy.

In a move that surprised you both, you skidded to a stop, lurched to the side, and hopped over the hedgerow of the little bungalow to your left. You were shocked you made it. He was shocked you even tried.

Your small victory was short-lived as your sneakers slipped on the frosty grass and you went down hard, landing directly in the half-thawed patch of mud at the mouth of the rain gutter and the foot of the porch.

Bo coughed out a bonechilling amalgam of a laugh, a snarl, and a curse. You would’ve laughed too, had you not been halfway certain you were about to die. Scrambling to your feet, you just managed to dodge his grasp and wheeled off-balance up the porch steps.

To your relief, the door was unlocked and you darted inside. To your horror, it had no lock. You leaned all your weight against the door, palms stinging, teeth rattling as he flung his weight against it.

“Shit, little piggy, you’re really in for it now.”

A thrill of fear shot right through you. You hoped so. Fuck, you really did.

Wildly you searched for your next move, but you’d never been in this house before and couldn’t begin to guess the layout. An exit did not miraculously present itself to you. He didn’t like it if you just gave up.

But he did like a fight.

Acting on instinct, you stepped to the side. Bo burst through the door, flinging it wide – and you caught it and slammed it right back into his face.

He yelped, and then he roared, yanking the door from your grip and slamming it shut as he grabbed you by the throat and hauled you into the living room. Blood streamed from his nose and he flung you on your back onto the couch.

“You wanna play, darlin’? We can fuckin’ play!”

He was on you with his full weight in seconds, one hand wrapped around your jaw, the other scrabbling at your fly. You gasped as his wrist crushed your windpipe, whimpered and clutched at his forearm, bucked your hips in a half-assed attempt to throw him off. Thinly veiled excitement was pounding in your chest, anticipation pooling in your mouth. 

He saw right through you. He always did. “Look at you,” Bo sneered, his teeth smeared red. “Fuckin’ starry-eyed. You’re some kinda somethin’, ain’tcha.”

“I’m sorry,” you wheezed.

He thrust his hand into your underwear and you whined. “You ain’t sorry,” he said. “Don’t lie to me.”

You ground up into his fingers, frantic with need. “Please...please please ple – “

He smashed his lips into yours and your mouth opened eagerly to receive him, tongue awash with the taste of his blood and spit and coffee. You were making such helpless sounds, writhing as he groped at your sex, dragging your dirty nails across his skin as you pushed down the waistband of his sweats.

He was hard; he was huge. He had the prettiest dick you’d ever seen. You reached for him and he slapped your hand away with force. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” He pushed his fingers into your mouth and hooked them around your bottom teeth, pulling your head and forcing your gaze. “Watch.”

He wrapped his free hand around the base of his shaft and rubbed your arousal along the length of his cock, squeezing a lopsided bead of precum from the tip. You moaned and he flashed you a smirk. “Y’want it?”

“Uh-huh,” you gargled around his fingers.

“Y’think you deserve it?”

“Uh-uh.” You managed a miniscule shake of your head.

“That’s right.” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and slid them into your desperate hole. You keened, back arching off the couch. “Since I’m so sweet I’m gonna give it to ya anyway. Ain’t I sweet?”

You nodded like your life depended on it.

Breathing wetly, he snorked in the back of his throat and spat a wad of blood and phlegm on the mint green carpet, and then fixed his piercing gaze back on you. He pressed the head of his cock against your entrance and your breath hitched in your throat.

In a brief moment of near sanity, you wondered if maybe you were a lost cause even before you met him. Maybe you had always had a grit to your soul. Maybe you’d always been a little bit dirty.

And then he was seizing your hips and forcing himself into you, brutal, all the way all at once, and you had the final fleeting thought before your brain fuzzed blank that it didn’t matter how you used to be, because these days you were his, and you were filthy.

Your body clutched at him, greedy and grateful, as he slid into place. Sheathed deep inside you, he stifled a groan, sucking the blood off his lips. He gripped the back of your thighs and pressed your knees to your chest, bracing himself unsteadily on the couch cushion and jackhammering into you with a vengeance.

Your mouth fell open and he shoved your legs further apart so he could deliver another crushing kiss, pulling hard on your bottom lip. You clawed at the swell of his biceps, toes curled, heart racing. 

“God, you’re such a fuckin’ slut, huh? Beggin’ for it all mornin’ like a bitch in heat.” You nodded feverishly, made some sound in the affirmative. “Fuckin’ shameless. You like bein’ a slut for me?”

“Yes,” you mewled, and you meant it. 

Gasping, you clawed your fingers through his sweaty curls, gripping, twisting. You wanted to hold him. You wanted to make it hurt. You yanked him back to your lips, smothering a grin when his busted nose hit your cheekbone and he grunted, low and irritated in the back of his throat, and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your side.

This was the only time your relationship approached anything resembling fairness, when he tried his best to claim everything you had and you fought to give it to him faster than he could take it. Because if you gave him enough, sometimes, he gave you a little back.

You lapped at the roof of his mouth like a starving creature. You were so hungry for him all the time with an ache like you’d never known. It was as if you’d inherited the hollow space inside him, like he’d infected you with emptiness. The only remedy available to you was more of him, all of him, as much as he would surrender. Maybe someday it would be sufficient. Maybe if you could consume enough of him, he’d be yours. 

Bo pushed your face away and raked his teeth along the flesh of your neck, biting and sucking. Your legs were quivering, your hole clenching helplessly against the punishing saw of his hips. The smell of his sweat was thick in your nostrils. His tongue slid up the side of your throat to your earlobe and one hand snaked down between your bodies to paw at your aching sex. Ribbons of electricity rippled through your core. A cry like a lonesome animal tore from your throat and you squeezed his waist between your thighs. 

“You gonna cum?” he panted, almost taunting. 

“N-no,” you whispered. Not yet. Too soon. He might not even let you since you made him bleed.

“No?” You could see his pulse thrumming fast in his neck. “You sure about that?”

He knew your body so well, too well. It was getting harder to focus by the second, sparks shooting under your skin. “Can – can I?” You met his eyes. His pupils were blown, his expression almost manic. “Please, Daddy?”

His lip curled in what could’ve been a smile or a sneer, cracking the veneer of dried blood on his cheek. “You been bad, baby.”

“I’m – I know.” The friction of his fingers was borderline painful, scratching some deep and desperate itch that set your nerves on fire. Not yet.

“Someone oughta punish you, huh?” he said through gritted teeth. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, knew he was close. Knew he wanted it as bad as you did. “Oughta leave you – fuckin’ – miserable.”

You splayed your hands on his chest in supplication. You were dancing on the edge, dangling over it, scrabbling for a few more seconds. “I know, Daddy, but I – I can be good. Please let me be good.”

You felt the panicked squeezing of your walls around his cock and you could tell he felt it too by the way his breath dead-ended in his throat, the half-crazed look on his face. 

“I want to be good for you, please let me cum for you, please, I want – “

His whole frame shuddered and you had him. With immense satisfaction, you watched his eyes roll back, watched him come apart on top of you, and in that moment he belonged to you. You came hard, absolute euphoria, every last inch of you a spitting, crackling livewire.

For the moment, you were sated.

Bo lowered his body flush to yours on trembling arms. He pressed his forehead to your sternum, breathing hard and hot against your skin. You never acknowledged these perfect minutes in the aftermath because you knew that would put them to an immediate end. His post-coital proximity was never for your benefit, and that was okay. You wound and unwound a lock of his hair around your finger, tugging on it sharply now and again, because he would only accept your sidelong affection if it came with a sting. 

You could do that for him. It wouldn’t be the hardest thing. 

He lifted his head at last and scrutinized you. Dried blood flaked off the bottom half of his face and the bridge of his nose was red and swollen. His hair stood up in all directions. “You’re a mess, darlin’,” he said flatly. 

You didn’t doubt it. You could feel his spend drying between your legs. When you licked your lips you tasted copper. 

Bo stood up slowly, grimacing at the change of pressure in his head and sniffing gingerly to clear his nose. He heeled off his sneakers and kicked off his sweatpants, then made his way across the room towards the stairs, shrugging off his hoodie, stripping his wifebeater over his head, and dropping both to the floor. Your eyes tracked slow and appreciative down the length of his body.

“Don’t be long,” he said over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs. “Can’t let you back in the house lookin’ like that.”

You let out a sigh of something akin to contentment and listened to the creak of his footsteps across the ceiling. The groan of water through bedraggled pipes kicked up soon after. 

Carefully you peeled yourself off the couch and stood on wobbly legs, the warm wet trickle of triumph seeping down your thighs. You shed your clothes in a breadcrumb trail across the carpet, casting a glance at the wide-open windows. Even if there had been a soul in town to see you, you had no shame to offer anymore. 

You hauled yourself up the stairs, taking in the faded photographs still mounted on the walls, the ancient and odorless bowl of potpourri on a small table in the hallway. The air was years old, stale and musty. It was a quaint, cozy little house underneath all the dust. You peeked into a bedroom with windows draped in lace curtains. The bedclothes were marred with a rust-colored stain as big as you. You eased the door almost all the way shut and moved on.

The sound of the shower came from the room at the end of the hall. You pushed the door open and crept into a steam-filled bathroom tiled green and white. The slap of water rolling off his body to smack the floor of the tub was loud in the tiny space. There was a framed cross stitch on the wall of a goose and three goslings. You stared at the shower curtain for a moment before turning to the vanity.

With a squeak, you wiped the fog from the mirror and looked at yourself. He was right, you were a mess. Your cheeks were smudged with his blood, lips puffy, hair disheveled, throat a mosaic of bruises and hickies. You examined your hands, palms scraped up and scuffed with dirt. His skin was under your nails. You stank of sweat and sex. 

Someone had told you once that love left a mark.

“You comin’ in?”

You smiled at your reflection. Were you happy?  You might be happy.

“Yeah.”

You slipped into the shower and his begrudging embrace.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax fanfiction #bo sinclair fanfiction #slasher x reader

[cowplant-snacks]

Here is a list of sims related content that is bringing me joy. They're in no particular order and I hope to do another one of these in the future.

Legacy and Gameplay Simblrs:

@fizzytoo - Heartthrobs and beautiful angles! I get excited when your babes show up on my dash and I want to be friends with your sims.

@whyeverr - Super well developed characters in a fascinating post-apocalyptic world.

@strawberry-nia - Lovely colors and engaging gameplay shots. I check my dash everyday for updates to your legacy.

@simadelics - Her historical legacy is full of social commentary, storytelling, and artistry. Love the issues she is tackling in her story.

@theplottdump by @surely-sims - I seriously made a twitter account just to admire and cheer on her blorbos. Her legacy is definitely my favorite love story, ever!

@tau1tvec - Your slice of life style gifs are ultimate goals! <3 <3 <3

@minamill - LOVE YOUR SIM STYLE.

@gerbits - Lovely colors, cute sims and an editing style I really enjoy. Your simblr, originally inspired me to start my own.

@estah - CUTE sims, bright colors - fun mix of gameplay and posing!

Builder / Interiors Simblrs:

@badwoohoo - THE COLORS!

@plasma-janes - Beautiful maxis match builds with the perfect balance of color and clutter.

@beetlemp3 - Original, playful and colorful builds that bring me joy.

Pose Creators:

MalaisePixels

@simmireen

@uiakodoesstuff

@adjusted-karma

@rebouks

#cowplant recs #i need to do another list cause I know I missed folks #simblr community #simblr #ts4

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Plz do more of angela IL DO ANYTHING PLZ AND ILL TAKE ANYTHING

angela giarratana x reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: ask and you shall receive, here are full length angela headcanons!! I’ve included the original headcanons from the ‘smosh women headcanons’ in this post as well and I put them at the beginning in italics!! also amanda x reader is coming soon!! tysm for the request 🩰🍒

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dating angela would include…

you guys take turns picking movies and shows to watch and get really into them 

she loves your sense of humor so much 

and you guys definitely make each other laugh at inappropriate times 

she lets you borrow anything of hers you want 

so much teasing 

you guys do karaoke together 

she sits in your lap all the time

you guys go to the theater together and she whispers to you throughout the whole thing

you guys get a dog 

she thinks you’re crazy talented and loves listening to you talk about what you’re passionate about

ok so backstory when you became a cast member at smosh 

you and her became friends really quickly 

she found herself falling for you 

she definitely confided in amanda and chanse for advice on what to do 

and she finally decided to ask you out 

and you two started dating 

she gets really close with all of your friends and they love her so much 

makes you gifts 

always playing with your hair 

game nights with her are so fun 

she gets super into it and you two as a team always win 

she loves your smile so much 

kisses your nose 

she definitely tried to cook for you one time 

and almost burned the place down 

but you guys laughed as you ate the burnt meal 

and she pretended like it was totally supposed to be like that all along

‘see, it’s hot like you!’

little spoon 

she calls you babe

she mentions you in smosh videos whenever she possibly can

she definitely danced in the rain with you once 

‘wait how much money would you pay me to stand up on this table and scream that at the top of my lungs right now?’

texts you voice messages more than actual text messages 

when she has something to say to you or just to tell you she loves you 

she just cares about you so much and you couldn’t be happier together <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this!! like i said amanda headcanons coming soon and let me know if you want any other smosh content! have a lovely day/night !! 💋💌

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