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+ summary: while adjusting to your new life in college, you couldn't help but attract the attention of wonwoo, someone who you happen to have a history with.

+ pairing: badboy!wonwoo x fem!reader

+ word count: 2.7k

+ content: badboy!wonwoo, college au, mature language, flirting (wonwoo is a menace), jealousy. [pls let me know if i missed anything!]

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

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You were tired, very tired.

Granted, this was your own doing. Maybe if you hadn't pushed your responsibilities to the side last night you wouldn't have had to wake up so early to study for an exam, but what's done is done. This whole college thing was not going so well, to say the least. Sure, it's only the beginning of the second semester, but you already feel exhausted by all of your class workloads.

Just ten more minutes of this boring lecture and you could finally go home and crawl into bed. But… that's only if you avoid him today. Which now that you’re thinking about it, you hope he isn’t waiting for you outside, again. That would be the last thing you needed today.

With that being said, things have felt a little weird if you were being honest. Of course, this was your first year of university, so things were bound to feel new and different. But there was something, or rather someone that was making you feel strange.

Around two weeks ago you noticed that Wonwoo, an old classmate of yours, had recently started to become a bit friendly towards you. While that normally wouldn’t be considered weird, you couldn’t help but feel skeptical about his intentions. You knew the kind of people he surrounded himself with, and especially the girls he would go after; which was the exact opposite of you. So what exactly did he want from you?

What also makes this situation more odd is that you’ve basically known Wonwoo for your whole life. Of course, you don’t actually know him, you just happened to go to the same elementary, middle, and high school (which is insane if you think about it). Acquaintance is a perfect word to describe your relationship with him, nothing more nothing less. So yeah… it’s a little weird when the guy you have been around for (almost) your whole life is suddenly trying to befriend you, there definitely had to be something wrong with him.

All you knew about Wonwoo was that he was on the more reserved and quiet side; mainly keeping to himself most of the time. His group of friends was quite the opposite of him, which always made you wonder how he even became friends with them in the first place.

Seeing how the lecture was ending soon, you started to pack your stuff; you were more than ready to dash straight out of the classroom. Having finished all of your assignments for today, you had nothing left to worry about. So once the professor had made her goodbyes, you made a straight beeline to the door, nothing was going to hold you back from your long-awaited nap. Your pace was brisk, attempting to avoid the backed-up main exit, you decided to go to the opposite door. The walk back to your apartment wasn’t too bad either, most of the time you saw it as a way to daydream and listen to music. So while you scrolled through your various playlists, you happened to miss the (very obvious) figure following you.

Wonwoo called out your name a few times until it finally dawned on him that you had your headphones on. He took a few long strides to catch up to you; he was very adamant on getting your attention this morning. With ease, he quickly plucked your headphones off of your head.

“What are we listening to today?” He said while adjusting the headphones on his head. It took you a second to fully process what he was doing. You knew he was doing it to provoke you, but you were determined to not let that happen today. So to his surprise, you simply kept walking. You figured that he would continue with his antics if you gave him the reaction that he wanted so you did the opposite, you ignored him.

What shocked him the most was seeing you pull out an old pair of earbuds and plugging them into your phone. He was dumbfounded to say the least, how were you so prepared and why were you ignoring him?

And again, he quickly caught up with a few simple steps. He took your headphones off of his head and tapped them against your shoulder.

With a tired sigh, you turned around to face him but couldn’t help but admire his face. You really didn't want to lose that ‘expressionless’ look you were going for (to help you ignore him of course), but that small smile of his was enough to crack you down. It's like he knew that it was your one weakness when it came to him. This was the most annoying part of it all. Anytime he smiled or looked at you, a tiny part inside you secretly liked it, making you crave his attention at times.

Objectively speaking, Wonwoo was very handsome. That was something you could never deny, you would even go as far as to say that he was your type but you didn't particularly like the people he called his ‘friends’ so you were stuck in a weird limbo.

“Is there something on my face, birdy?”

You scoffed at the nickname. “I told you not to call me that.”

Wonwoo’s eyes were looking straight into yours, a smirk slowly creeping up to his lips. It didn't help that he was looking really good today either, his messy hair combined with the whole biker fit did wonders for your eyes. He was about to say something before you heard your ringtone go off, evidently cutting him off.

Oh.

It was Hyunwoo. That's odd... you finished your shared project with him rather early, what could he be calling you about? Either way, you answered the random call in front of a rather annoyed Wonwoo.

"Hello?"

"Heyyy yn, I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch later today?" You couldn't help but feel your eyes widen at his sudden question. Since when did he want to hang out with you? Last time you checked he had a plethora of girls that he was talking to... maybe he was interested in you? No, you shouldn't get too ahead of yourself...

"Um... let me check if I have anything to do first. Can I call you back?" You knew that you sounded nervous but how else were you supposed to feel when the cute guy from your physics class was literally asking you to eat lunch with him?

As soon as you ended the call, you felt Wonwoo's arm snake its way down to your waist. You couldn’t help but yelp at the sudden intimate contact. Chuckling at your reaction, he leaned down, closer to your ear. “Who was that?”

"No one." You stated simply, it wasn't his business anyway.

"Hm, okay," Wonwoo rested his head on your shoulder, continuing to speak lowly in your ear. "I'll remember that birdy."

Before you could even come up with something to counter him, he decided to speak up once again.

"Well, I do have something rather important to tell you." His voice was so calm and soothing, you could honestly listen to it for hours on end if you had the chance.

"What is it?" You hoped he couldn't sense your rather, embarrassing, curiosity.

"Heard you used to have a little crush on me," his voice was evidently smug, knowing that this would surely get a rise out of you.

Which it did.

Your face burned at the memories of when you used to have a crush on Wonwoo. But, that had to be in fourth grade… so how could he have known about that? Nonetheless, you scoffed at his statement, not wanting to know that you were a little embarrassed by the sudden reminder.

“Key word, had,” you rolled your eyes at him. This did make you curious though, who could have possibly told him that? So you asked him exactly that.

“How do you even know about that?” His smile never faltered even as you lightly pushed his hand away from your waist. If anything, this made him want to touch you even more.

“I have my ways,” he stated simply. Of course, he does. You hated when he would shrug things off, now this was going to bother you for the entire week!

One thing about Wonwoo was that he has always been curious about you, this interest stemming back all the way to your elementary days. This curiosity eventually intensified in junior year of high school when you began to show your blatant distaste towards him. He just had to get to know you.

He looked down at you, his face was unreadable like always. You never knew what was going on in that mind of his.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be hanging out with your actual friends?" Sometimes you couldn't help but blurt out your thoughts to him even if they sounded a bit rude. His face faltered for a split second, probably caught off guard by the random question. Shoot, you really didn’t mean to say that out loud. Although, it looks like Wonwoo didn’t take any offense to your sudden question. If anything, it made him... smile?

“I am hanging out with my friend,” he stopped you to face him, “which is you.” You rolled your eyes at him. That had to be the corniest thing he has ever said to you if you were being honest. You just hated that giddy feeling he would give you any time he said something remotely cheesy.

"Ugh, you're so dumb," you groaned while checking the time on your phone. It was getting close to noon and you hadn't responded to Hyunwoo's question from earlier. Maybe it was best if you didn't go... who knows what he wanted from you. If you were being completely honest, you didn't know if you had it in you to see other people at the moment, aside from Wonwoo of course.

"Have somewhere to be?" Wonwoo asked, a hint of concern peeking through his voice.

"No, thank god, but I do have a scheduled nap to get to so if you don't mind-" you were cut off by the sound of an engine revving, making your body jump at the unexpected noise. You turned to see where the source of the commotion was coming from but then realized it was coming from a group of bikers nearby; most likely Wonwoo's friends.

Or so you thought?

Wonwoo didn't seem too pleased with the group that was getting closer to where the two of you were. On the contrary, Wonwoo looked pissed. His jaw was visibly clenched, the gentle grip he had on your waist tightened, and his eyes lost that playful spark he had earlier. You couldn't help but feel guilty for thinking about how hot Wonwoo looked when he was angry. Of course, you would never want to be on the receiving end of his anger but seeing it on the sidelines was quite... interesting.

Wait. This might actually be serious, so it's best if you leave before anything crazy happens.

"I think I'm going to head out now..." you said quietly as you tried to slip away from Wonwoo's (awfully) strong grasp.

He turned to look at you, his eyes softening once they landed on your figure. Why did they have to come and bother him at this exact moment? He knew that whatever was going to happen was not going to be pretty, but he found himself reluctant to let you go.

Before truly letting you go, he quietly asked, "Are you sure? I can take you home if you want me to." As soft as his voice was, he still managed to sound composed which was comforting considering the situation.

You nodded in response, "I don't live that far from here so it's fine, thank you for the offer though." You managed to flash him a small, awkward smile before turning away from him and heading toward the direction of your apartment. You didn't know what exactly was going on between those guys and Wonwoo but it for sure wasn't friendly. Although it wasn't exactly your issue, you couldn't help but feel worried about Wonwoo, even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes.

Much to your dismay, that scheduled nap never came your way that day.

You blame Wonwoo, how were you supposed to sleep peacefully knowing he was probably getting jumped? Okay, you might be jumping to conclusions but what else were you supposed to think about when he was visibly angry at the mere sight of those guys?

Realistically speaking, it's only been two days since that whole incident happened. Granted, you haven't seen Wonwoo since then but that could mean a lot of things.

[...]

While you were in line to get a smoothie from one of the pop-up shops near the campus, you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder.

"Did my little birdy miss me?" You felt Wonwoo say right next to your ear, his breath fanning across your earlobe. It sent a wave of tingles down your spine, making you shudder in turn. Though you weren't a fan of his spontaneous appearance.

"God, you need to stop doing that! I almost slapped you I swear-" You stopped mid-way once you turned around and saw his face. He had a few cuts on his lips and eyebrows and one big bruise across his cheek. Those guys really did a number on him.

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern, "are you okay?"

He tried to wave it off but you could tell he was bothered by your question, "It's fine, really, don't worry about it." Was he insane? How were you not going to worry when he was visibly injured?

"Were these from the guys on Tuesday?" You couldn't help but ask, where else would he get these cuts and bruises if it didn't come from them?

His demeanor immediately switched and he pushed himself away from you.

"It's none of your business so stay out of it."

"Okay." That was the only thing you said before grabbing your smoothie from the worker and quickly walking away from the shop. If he wanted to be like that then so be it. You most definitely were not going to wait for him to 'open up' by all means, he could throw himself a pity party for all you care.

"Wait-" He tried reaching for your arm but you were too quick for him. Your steps were swift, helping you create a reasonable distance between you and Wonwoo. He called out your name a few times before giving up, he didn't want to gather any unwanted attention from the people nearby. Reaching your pace, Wonwoo was finally close enough to grab your wrist and make you look at him.

"Are you seriously ignoring me?" His voice was a bit jagged, no doubt coming from the unexpected cardio you made him do to catch up to you.

Unfortunately for him, you were petty. "You said it wasn't my business, so please do not talk to me because I really do not care." You brushed past him once again this time making sure he could not grab your arms or wrists.

He exhaled in annoyance, "Look I'm sorry-" Wonwoo was mid-apology before being abruptly cut off by the voice of a guy yelling your name out loud.

Speaking of the devil, what immaculate timing.

"Hey yn! Did you still want to get food after class?" Hyunwoo jogged to where you were standing but saw how Wonwoo was still trying to talk to you.

"Sorry, were you busy with him?"

You instantly responded to Hyunwoo, "No, he was just asking for directions, but yeah I'm down for food." Like before, you made your way towards Hyunwoo, making sure to bump into Wonwoo. He couldn't help but stay frozen in place as he watched you walk to class with some random guy, jealousy slowly invading his mind.

Directions? Did she really...?

As much as Wonwoo wanted to be mad at you, he really had no one to blame but himself. The whole situation with his old group of 'friends' was really getting to him so once you popped that question it just seemed to send him over the edge. He just didn't know how far you would go to express your annoyance towards him. Now all he had to do was find a way to properly apologize to you before that Hyunwoo guy got to you first.

The only thing stopping him? He didn't have your number or any of your socials...

Part Two: Coming soon...

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cherienymphe · 7 months

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Bite Marks & Bruises (Roman Godfrey x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, stalking, period sex + consumption, blood, compulsion

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies

summary: Roman Godfrey is spoiled and arrogant and rude...and he gets whatever he wants.

Your life was over the first moment you stepped into The Godfrey Mansion.

The dark, gothic, and imposing structure was a staple in Hemlock Grove for as long as you could remember, countless stories being passed around at sleepovers about all manner of horrors and mysteries that probably took place in the home. Tales of shadowy figures and howling wolves and low moaning wails like whispers on the wind. None of it was true, of course, lies made up by overimaginative girls with too much time on their hands, driven to pass around falsities out of an unquenched desire to see what the infamous house was really like.

As you got older, such stories became silly to you, aware that it was just a home like any other owned by some rich woman like any other. All of its intrigue lay in its exclusivity, its secretiveness, and with maturity came the lessening desire to see inside some fancy old home. Even as you walked the halls with its inhabitants—Shelley and Roman Godfrey—the Godfrey mansion was just something you thought about less and less.

Until about six months after you graduated.

…and Olivia Godfrey was offering you substantial compensation to tutor her daughter.

It wasn’t an answer that required a lot of thought on your end. After all, you would be relaxing in a beautiful mansion and helping some seventeen-year-old with her homework while getting paid for it. With no desire—and no money—to jet off to college anytime soon, it seemed like an obvious choice. Those silly stories that you and your friends would tell each other under the cover of darkness behind closed bedroom doors were the farthest thing from your mind.

It was cold the first day you walked to The Godfrey Mansion.

It was the middle of November in Pennsylvania—air biting, leaves crunchy, and breeze gentle. Olivia Godfrey greeted you with a smile, her dark hair looking like midnight against her fair skin. The mother of two didn’t look a day over thirty, and you remembered staring at her, feeling so hypnotized by her beauty and wondering how she was old enough to have two children of graduating age. Her thin statuesque frame swayed gently with her every step, hands gingerly flailing about as she gave you the grand tour.

“All of her tutoring will take place up in her room,” she told you, tone rich and poised. “Shelley is so very particular about her space…and I’m trusting you.”

That last comment was said slowly, and she turned to face you as she said it, hands clasped together as her umber eyes connected with yours. Silence followed, and you didn’t need to be a genius to know what she was getting at. You recalled how the kids at school would treat Shelley, how they would simultaneously fear and torment her. Her daughter was protective of her space, she was protective of her daughter, and she was allowing you access to both.

“I understand,” you eventually forced out, nodding.

It was quick, but her cold visage transformed almost instantly, that ever-polite smile on her pink lips. In no time, Olivia Godfrey had turned back around and was continuing to lead you through the mansion. She droned on about the different rooms, making a point to comment on your chances of getting lost should you need to use the bathroom or something.

“Shelley must get all of her rest as growing teens do, so you won’t be staying all hours of the night, but you will be welcome to join us for dinner should you ever choose to.”

You didn’t know if you’d ever take her up on the offer, but you welcomed the polite invite, nonetheless.

You’d been tutoring Shelley for four days when you finally came face to face with him. Roman Godfrey—tall and spoiled and possessing the kind of face every girl you knew would gush over. You’d been in the same graduating class, but you were sure that you’d never talked to Roman once, not until you were in his house and eating his food, at least. You recalled walking to and from school most days, your gaze catching sight of that bright red convertible.

Since graduating, you didn’t see it as much.

After reuniting in his dining room…you saw it all the time.

“Sweetheart, you remember Y/N, don’t you?” Olivia’s articulate speech filled the air as soon as her son stepped through the threshold. “I believe she graduated with you last year.”

She continued after looking to you for confirmation, smiling at her son when you nodded.

“She’s been tutoring Shelley, and she finally took me up on my offer to join us for dinner.”

The dark-haired teenager didn’t say a word at first, slowly making his way to the table. You had never known Roman to look…bad, always dressed immaculate even while wearing the simplest of things. Shelley—a much more outgoing individual than you’d initially believed—had smiled at her brother with his approach. Their mother had started up an entirely different conversation, one you tried to be involved in, but you felt trapped by Roman’s gaze instead.

If you thought Olivia Godfrey was hypnotizing and entrancing in every way, then Roman Godfrey was absolutely paralyzing.

It was hard to look away from him, trying everything in your power to but failing every time. His dark hair was neat and pushed away from his face, perfect and put together even within the privacy of his home. His green eyes didn’t look so green, and you wondered if it was the lighting in the dining room…or something else entirely. When he finally made himself comfortable next to Shelley and diagonal from you, only then did you find the strength to lower your gaze to your food.

Dinner was a talkative affair, Olivia dominating the conversation with the occasional commentary from her son. She pulled you into the dialogue here and there, but with an oppressing gaze weighing down on you, you felt…restricted. It was purely all in your head, you knew that, but you couldn’t fight the thought that Roman was watching your every move—judging you.

You really could not get out of the house fast enough when dinner was over, hoping that your sudden skittishness was not noticeable. Roman’s gaze was something you felt on you even as you insisted you’d make it home just fine. Olivia didn’t fight you too much on it, and you were grateful, and the darkness that met you was somehow less terrifying than vibrant green eyes. It wasn’t until the next day when you realized that Roman wasn’t judging you, at all.

What he was doing was much worse.

“I really don’t mind walking.”

You told him this as he sat in your driveway, that familiar fancy red car taking up residence in it. The sun was out, and he was wearing shades and a thick jacket that made him appear bigger than he actually was. His jaw slowly moved, some gum in his mouth you presumed, and after a moment or two, he slowly turned his head to stare directly at you. Your eyes briefly glanced at his tapping finger against the wheel.

“You’re tutoring Shelley. Why would I make you walk all the way to our house when it’s not like I have anything better to do, anyway?”

He said it so flippantly, almost like this whole ordeal annoyed him, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that his mother made him park in your driveway. However, Roman never struck you as the kind of guy to do something he didn’t want to do, so his attitude only served to confuse you. You wrapped your arms around yourself, and although you couldn’t see his eyes, you knew they were fixated on you.

You could feel the heat of them despite the cold air that surrounded you.

After some time of your short impasse, a slow smirk danced along his lips.

“I could always make you…”

His voice was low, and there was something mirthful in his tone, like the idea of dragging you and forcing you into his fancy car was an entertaining one. Something in you told you that he would despite what you wanted to believe, and something else told you that he’d enjoy it very much. With that thought and a sigh, you finally conceded and made your way to his passenger side.

His eyes remained on you the whole way there.

The ride was quiet, the walk from his car to the door even quieter.

Olivia’s voice rang through the house, inquiring as to if that was him coming through the door. The sound of his voice was answer enough, and you looked away from him when he slowly took off his shades.

“…and Y/N.”

Something about the sound of your name coming from his lips unnerved you. It didn’t exactly roll off of his tongue, something mocking in the way he said it, and you stared straight ahead as you walked down the hall in search of Shelley. You didn’t dare look back, afraid of what might be gaining on you.

Roman was the kind of guy that was impossible to ignore. Not only because he was just that imposing, but also because he simply wouldn’t let you. You’d gone to school with him for years, and it wasn’t until you both graduated did you learn that he was needy and constant in his want for attention. He was disturbingly honest, vulnerable to his desire to say the first thing on his mind no matter how inappropriate.

…and he was determined to get what he wanted once he decided he wanted it.

“So what? You didn’t want to fuck off out of this town and go to college or something?”

He asked you one day as you relaxed—as best as you could within his presence, anyway—in the passenger seat of his car. He wasn’t wearing his shades, and you almost missed them when you looked over to meet his green gaze. It was so intense, and there were moments where you were sure that Roman could see right through you.

“Don’t know what I would go for,” you replied, the cold air whipping against your face.

You could feel him looking at you as you stared through the windshield, and you got the feeling that he wanted you to elaborate on that. Even if you did know how to talk to Roman, you still wouldn’t. He made you uncomfortable in ways you couldn’t even explain, and the worst thing you did was allow him to know that.

There always seemed to be some sick pleasure in his eyes, the green of them glinting with something unknown to you. He watched you like a cat would a mouse, a wolf would a deer, a predator fully amusing itself with the prey it had in its line of reach. Only, Roman wasn’t some predator. He was some guy, you reminded yourself, and you were simply some girl.

At worst, you likened Roman to that of an asshole with too much free time on his hands.

The only person spared from that was his sister.

“You’re good with her,” he commented, turning his car off as it sat in your driveway.

Your hand was on the handle, seconds away from exiting the vehicle when he spoke. His voice had startled you, used to the silence of his unwavering gaze as he watched you exit his car and go into the house. You watched him place a cigarette between his lips, the flame from his lighter brightening his face in the night. The smell of smoke followed soon after.

“Shelley,” he explained, exhaling. “You’re good with her. She likes you.”

You glanced away, squirming in your seat when presented with an actual conversation you could have with the rich boy.

“I like her too. She’s very sweet…and…even funny, sometimes.”

You shrugged when he looked at you, pulling another drag, and the longer he stared at you, the more uncomfortable you started to feel. You looked away, gaze falling to your purse at your feet, preparing to grab it and wish him a good night when he spoke again.

“My mother thinks I stare at you too much.”

His words shocked you, and your eyes widened when you looked at him again. He wasn’t looking at you, now, smoking and partaking in his cigarette. Your own lips parted, unsure of how to respond to that, and he took another drag, loudly exhaling. Roman had a habit of saying anything that was on his mind, so that wasn’t what shocked you. You were shocked because it wasn’t all in your head…

…and that someone else had noticed too.

“She’s right,” he breathed, gazing at you, now, and you swallowed.

His eyes were taken with the action, lowering and resting on your neck for a few seconds too long. It was late and dark, save for the half moon in the sky, but something in his gaze seemed to shift as he stared at your throat, eyes tracing the very top of your chest before they met yours again.

You swore they weren’t as green, now.

“I do stare,” he murmured, looking away and taking another pull—a final pull—of the cigarette between his fingers. “You’re pretty…and I sometimes wonder if you were this pretty in school.”

You didn’t know if you liked where this conversation was going, straightening and looking away.

“School was only six months ago,” you mumbled, finally speaking after some time. “I can’t possibly look that different.”

Roman chuckled then, and it was a genuine sound, and so you didn’t know if he was laughing at you or himself.

“You’re right,” he relented. “I was probably just too busy fucking cheerleaders and paying already rich girls for sex.”

You grimaced, reaching for your purse, now when he stopped you. You were alarmed by the feel of his hand on your wrist, and when you looked up at him from your leaned over position, it seemed that Roman was somewhat startled by his own actions. Like he’d always entertained the thought but never imagined he’d go through with it. He quickly let you go like you’d burned him, and you slowly sat up as he cleared his throat.

“Shelley’s gonna be hanging out with our uncle tomorrow…” he looked away. “They’re close like that, but… That doesn’t mean I still can’t pick you up.”

He said a whole lot without saying much, and you felt your stomach twist. Roman was used to telling a girl he wanted her and then…well…having her. You’d seen it many times, the way they flocked to him and preened at the opportunity to fuck Roman Godfrey, and it wasn’t that he wasn’t attractive…because he was.

…and he knew it.

Roman scared you. Everything about him seemed designed with the key purpose of repelling you. He was too observant, too sure of himself, too…creepy. These weren’t things you could overlook, and instead of helping him, you were sure that his looks didn’t help your feelings. Roman didn’t look real at times—genetically altered even—and it only made you think there was something…inhuman about him.

Something that told you he wasn’t like you…and you should be wary.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you honestly replied, and you didn’t stick around to look at his face.

You held your purse to you as you got out of his car, and you reluctantly looked at him, your sympathetic gaze meeting his even one.

“I’m just here to tutor Shelley…and…we should probably keep it that way.”

You kept your rejection soft, and you turned away from him before he could reply. You ignored the feel of his gaze boring into your back, wrapping your arms around yourself as some half assed protection against the cold. You couldn’t get in your house fast enough, and you swore that you’d been leaning against the door for at least half an hour, waiting to hear him finally drive off.

The first night Roman raped you, it was raining.

Storming, to be more specific. It was odd because it was winter, and Pennsylvania was known for its summer storms. It was why you were even at the mansion so late, Roman refusing to drive in the violent downpour and you unable to walk. Olivia seemed to care neither here nor there about the whole thing, almost annoyingly cavalier about your plight.

“Oh, darling, you know how unpredictable a bit of rain can be,” she’d said, a glass of wine in her hand. “There’s no shortage of guest rooms. Find one for the night. I’m sure Roman can be of some help in that department.”

You hadn’t missed her crooked smile, an almost wicked sight as she softly chuckled to herself. She clearly found her son’s attraction to you amusing, harmless even, while you found it uncomfortable at best. Shelley was the one to help you get sorted for the night, visible eye soft and smile even softer as she pointed out where the towels and such would be.

You hadn’t realized you’d forgotten the problem of clothes until you stepped out of the shower to find some on the counter.

You froze at the sight, sure that you hadn’t heard a soul come in. At least…no one who wanted to be heard, and you grimaced before putting them on. Walking the corridors of The Godfrey Mansion with clothes in hand felt weird, and when you made it to your chosen guest bedroom of the night, you still didn’t relax.

Nothing about the mansion was calming, and the raging storm outside only made it worse. You laid in bed for a long time, wide awake and staring at the ceiling, just waiting for your heart to stop racing and your mind to grow quiet. It felt like forever, but it happened, and when it did, you finally felt your lashes flutter.

Sleep was finally yours.

…and then you woke up.

The sharp stabbing pain had you sitting up in bed, hand pressed to your stomach at the ache you felt deep within it. The familiar ache, and you felt your heart sink, wondering how your night could possibly get any worse. You didn’t need to look at the bed to know that you’d left something behind, only searching for your purse, positive you had an extra pad or tampon or something.

Relief filled your heart, and product in hand, you made your way into the hall in search of the bathroom. So focused on your pain and finding the bathroom, you didn’t mind the dark corridor, at all. Any other night, and you might have been hypervigilant with fear, but as it were, you could only focus on stopping any more ruin of the pajamas you’d been given.

It was a noise from behind you that gave you pause, and as you turned around, all those childhood stories about the fearful Godfrey Mansion came to mind. Every manifestation of what goes bump in the night filled your mind, but as you stared into the darkness, darkness was all you were met with. Telling yourself that an old mansion was bound to creak and groan, you turned away.

…and straight into Roman.

His very presence forced a shriek from your lips, and in your panic, your hands pressed to his chest. His bare chest. You didn’t register it, at first, so focused on trying to calm your heart and relax again. Your hands were empty, your saving grace of the night on the floor, and when you took a step back to pick it up, Roman took one forward.

You paused at the action.

“Roman-.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

The question came out somewhat harsh, and you squinted at him in the darkness. It threw you off for several reasons, but mostly because you didn’t understand what he meant. As best as you could make it out in the darkness, his face seemed contorted, pinched actually—eyes narrowed, lips pursed, and gaze riddled with accusations.

“…what? Roman, what are you-.”

Your words died in the air when he forced himself closer, a strange look on his face as he eyed you. You watched his nostrils flare, another step forward from Roman, and you finally took another back. He was so close, too close, and when you blinked, you remembered that you didn’t have time to try and understand Roman tonight. Ignoring him, you reached down, and as soon as your hand was around what you so desperately needed, another hand was coming down on your wrist.

You reacted harshly, flinching and crying out, and you registered that Roman’s grip was actually…painful.

You were both standing now, Roman still holding onto you, and his nose brushed against yours as he leaned in. His hair, normally so neat and perfectly in place, was kissing his forehead. The dark strands were going every which way, and when his lips parted, a soft exhale escaping in time with a flutter of his lashes, only then did you say his name again.

As if waking up from a dream, you watched his eyes focus in on your face, really focus, and it took him some time to let you go.

Your wrist ached, his phantom touch lingering, and you held it to you protectively. You felt that you could really see into Roman’s eyes, now, and the mansion lit up from a brief flash of lightning. His own eyes glinted, and you recalled that the last time you and Roman were this close, he was trying to spend time with you outside of his sister’s tutoring.

…and you’d turned him down.

When he took a step back, he finally spoke again.

“Looking for the bathroom?”

You wondered how he knew that, but you surmised that it was a good guess. After all, it was the middle of the night, and you were roaming the corridors with a tampon in hand. At your nod, he slowly smiled at you, something mocking in it as he reached out to rest a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s over here,” he told you. “You’ll get lost without me.”

His voice was smooth, tone almost gentle, and it was like that awkward and startling moment had never even happened. His touch was light on your arm as he guided you through the darkness, and as uncomfortable as Roman made you, in your predicament, you didn’t have much choice but to follow his lead. The muffled sound of rain was all that surrounded you, and when Roman finally reached what looked like the bathroom, you relaxed.

“They say sex helps with that…”

You paused, looking at the rich boy, and his visage was serious.

“The cramps,” he continued with a raise of his brows as if you didn’t know what he was getting at.

“So, I’ve heard,” you said after some time, unsure of how to even respond to that.

When you walked into the bathroom, you were shocked by the feel of Roman ripping the tampon out of your hand. The light from the bathroom lit up the hallway behind him, the darkness on the edge of the doorway making him look…ominous. His gaze was unreadable, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

“You’re not funny,” you told him, reaching for it, but he only held it out of reach. “Roman…”

You stumbled back when he crossed the threshold, blocking the doorway completely, and irritated and in pain, you were losing your patience for his game. He could be such a child sometimes, demanding attention at the worst moment possible, and you grabbed the tampon with a quickness. Only, Roman held onto it too, and he pushed at your hand, forcing you back in the process.

His green irises glinted under the light.

“Roman…”

You words died in the air when his hand slid to wrap around your wrist like earlier, and you felt your heart…drop.

The way he stared at you, something about it was terrifying, and his eyes started to appear almost unfocused. His hand tightened, and you winced, and you were just about to say his name again when the sound of the door clicking shut reached your ears. You blinked, looking behind him, unaware that he’d forced you both so far into the bathroom with enough room to kick the door shut. Like the first day you came face to face with him again, you felt paralyzed, trapped under the crushing weight of his gaze, and you could feel your heart speed up.

His hold on your arm prevented you from moving when he kissed you.

You were in shock, feeling wholly out of control that you just stood there, unable to quite feel his lips on yours. You felt crowded by him, forced to hold still lest you provoke something impulsive, and you didn’t even register just how painful his hold on your wrist became. You only blinked when the stabbing pain deep in the pit of your stomach reminded you of your plight.

Pulling away, you pushed at his chest.

“Roman, what the hell?”

Your lower back painfully met the sink, and you simultaneously tried to lean away and push him away too. His other hand snaked around your neck, your head harshly pressing against the mirror, and you whined in frustration. His lithe frame found a home between your kicking legs, and your panic seized you when he kissed you again.

Fighting against Roman felt like a lost cause—he was stronger than he looked.

The kiss felt hungry, like he was trying to devour you, and you whined again as he pressed you against the sink more. The hand on your wrist kept your arm outstretched, and he let out a sound in between the kiss that sounded somewhat like a hiss. His breathing was heavy too, and when he finally let your neck go, there was no sense of relief.

You pushed at him as he pulled at your pants, and they were barely to your knees when Roman suddenly dropped. One hand on your leg kept you from moving, the other preoccupied with getting the other out of the borrowed pajamas. Horror and confusion were battling within you, and all you could manage to do was hit at the wall when he dipped his head between your thighs.

Horrifying and bloody circumstances aside, you didn’t want this.

You cried out his name, throat tightening, and your free leg banged against the sink cabinet. One of his hands had a death grip on your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin so harshly you knew it would bruise. He kept it pushed away, practically flat against the counter, the stretch burning in a way that made you wince. However, the feel of his tongue between your legs made for a confusing reaction.

Your head was spinning at the feel of his tongue sliding along your bloody folds, lips completely covering your mound as he sucked at you. Your eyes rolled, and it was hard to focus on the true nature of what was going on. Your toes curled under his ministrations, and your nails scraped against the wall and counter top.

“Roman, stop,” you choked out, heart beating wildly in your chest.

You finally pushed at his chest, whining in both pain and pleasure when he refused to move, only lapping at you harder. Your stomach was tightening for more reasons than one, now, and despite the cold season and cold mansion, you felt so hot. Too hot.

Roman hooked his arm under your thigh, yanking you down further, and you were in too much of an awkward and painful position to properly fight back. When your nails dug into his face, his other arm wrapped around your free leg, forcing that one where he wanted it to be too. You couldn’t even grapple with the full circumstances of Roman with his face between your legs during that time of the month, reaching out at the wall and counter in panic when he fell back, taking you with him.

Unable to move, you were forced to sit on his face, hands pushing against the wall behind him as a means to get free. That tightening in your gut was accompanied with a pleasant burn, now, and your breath hitched, lashes fluttering at that tightening coil, shrinking more and more until it had no choice but to release, making you gasp when it did.

The moan you let out was unlike anything you’d heard from yourself, shocked at the strain in your voice. You couldn’t breathe fast enough, sucking in air with a swimming vision. In Roman’s greedy consumption of you, his hold loosened, and you didn’t hesitate to push yourself off of him. You were still shaking, the remnants of your orgasm gripping you, and your eyes were wide as you looked at Roman. He laid on the floor with parted lips, slowly blinking in wonder as he ran his hands through his hair.

The entire bottom half of his face was covered in your blood.

You felt frozen, unsure of how to even process what had just happened. You were so confused and disturbed and scared, staring at Roman like he was something not of this world, and when you finally shifted, that’s when he seemed to remember your presence, green eyes landing on you with a quickness that made you freeze up, as if trying to make yourself as small as possible.

Your scream rang throughout the bathroom when he lunged for you.

Roman’s bloody face was all you could focus on as he hovered over you, pushing his cock into you over and over again. Every time his hips met yours, your chest arched up against his, back curving and eyes rolling. Roman was so silent that you would’ve swore he was possessed, but there was an awareness in his green gaze that told you he was anything but.

His hands held yours down, dark brown hair hanging into his forehead. On the off chance that he smiled, it was a bloody one, and it scared you more than anything. The bathroom floor was cool against your naked back, and through the haze of Roman’s assault, you realized—with reluctance—that the feel of his cock driving in and out of you was indeed helping with your cramps.

The inside of your thighs were a bloody mess, much like his face, and as disgusting as it was, it was the least of your worries. Roman was a lot of things, annoyingly arrogant above all else, but you never pegged him for a rapist. A freak, maybe, yes, but a rapist? No. The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud in the bathroom, and so focused on the feel of him plunging into you, you couldn’t even pinpoint when the storm had ended.

You cried out, tears spilling over as you pressed your hands against the hood of his car. You kept trying to push yourself up, but Roman’s determined hands kept shoving you back down. The moon was hidden by the clouds, no visible light shining down on his assault, a hand of his twisted at the nape of your neck.

You pressed your nails against his vehicle, and that was when he yanked you back, lips at your ear.

“Don’t scratch the fucking paint,” Roman spat, sounding very mad by the mere thought, and you insulted him several times over behind closed lips.

You’d tried to quit after that horrific stormy night in which Roman raped you on the bathroom floor. You’d given Olivia Godfrey every excuse in the book and tried to gently let Shelley down many times over, but the single matriarch simply wouldn’t hear it. She rolled her eyes in that coquettish way she tended to do, a soft smirk on her pink lips. Or she’d simply laugh you off, a sharp ‘nonsense’ soon to follow.

“Am I not paying you enough? Do you want more?”

“It’s not about the money,” you’d replied.

No amount of money in the world could possibly make up for the sick deviant that was her son.

After he came inside of you, breathless and satisfied, he’d dragged you crying and kicking all the way to his room. Any fight from you was immediately squashed down, and you didn’t know if Roman had snorted a few lines of coke or what, but no one was more shocked than you when he pushed you onto his bed, determined to continue what he’d started in the bathroom.

You’d been a dazed and abused mess when you snuck out in the early hours of the morning, half dressed and still bleeding. It hadn’t been Roman that came for you, but Olivia instead, talks of obligations and Shelley. No amount of refusal had deterred her, and you got the strangest feeling that the older woman fully knew the extent of just how her son felt about you.

You felt trapped.

By kind and sweet Shelley who broke your heart to leave, by Olivia who wanted to spoil her son with his new plaything of choice, and most of all by Roman who decided he had to have something once he wanted it. The last time you’d tried to quit, Olivia merely waved you off with a soft laugh, and when you turned around, none other than Roman had been at the end of the corridor, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

It was how you found yourself in his car, no choice but to let him drive you home. You hadn’t uttered a word to him since that night, and as you very well knew… Roman hated to be ignored. He was going to command your attention one way or another, and you hadn’t even heard him open his door after you, following close behind until his hands were on you and pushing you down onto his car.

Your forehead grazed the vehicle as he plunged his cock into you, stretching you out in your driveway for anyone to see. The embarrassment of such a thought was what kept you quiet, tears kissing your cheeks as you were forced to take his thrusts. His jeans were pulled down just enough to give him room to fuck you as he wanted, your own pants down around your ankles while he rutted into you.

When Roman came, he pressed his face into your hair, breathing you in with deep inhales. You could feel his heartbeat against your back, and you sniffed, shakily reaching up to wipe your face. Roman remained where he was for a few moments too long, just basking in the feel of you wrapped around him, and after some time, he let out a low chuckle.

It was a disturbing sound.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about this pussy since that night…” he breathed, finally pulling away.

You felt him right himself, and he was rough in doing the same to you, pulling your pants up. Once done, he rested his hands on your hips, remaining close and leaning in.

“Quit trying to quit,” he harshly said. “My sister really likes you, and if you hurt her feelings, I’ll make you choke on it.”

You stumbled back when he finally pulled away to make his way to the driver’s seat. You wrapped your arms around yourself, struggling to swallow as you accepted the truth in his words. You believed him wholeheartedly, and you trembled from more than just the cold as you watched him speed away in that fancy red car.

You knew that you wouldn’t be getting much sleep, and you hated how right you were when you were staring at your ceiling hours later. Like the day after that night, you’d scrubbed yourself until you felt raw, but even still, you could feel his hands on you. Those long fingers that were more reminiscent of spider legs than limbs.

Roman Godfrey was equally rotten inside as he was beautiful.

You discovered just how rotten only a week later when he was holding you down for the umpteenth time, a wicked smile on his lips just before leaning down. The sharp pain where your shoulder and neck met made you jerk beneath him, and beneath the cover of darkness, you just knew that the strong smell that hit your nose was blood.

You didn’t think it was possible for Roman to horrify you any more.

…but he did, and you screamed, and he only held you tighter. He was resting comfortably between your parted legs, fitting snuggly inside of you as he made a pulling sensation with his mouth. You squirmed beneath him, fighting and pushing back as much as you could, but he wasn’t deterred. You could feel his hips jerk, a gasp escaping you as he thrust into you to the hilt.

Your hands clawed at his bedding, the sound of tearing fabric reaching your ears above the low moans that left Roman. When he got his fill, you were a sobbing mess, reaching up to clutch your neck as he curved his hips into yours. You could feel some of your blood drip onto you from his mouth, and when his bloody lips met yours, you gagged.

Your disbelief was forced to be suspended with the unfortunate truth that was right in front of you. You didn’t really care about what was possible or not in that moment, only wanting to get away from him. Roman seemed entertained with your struggle, fighting with your hands as he fucked you, a tight grip on your wrist. The other hand danced down your body, light touches and skin grazes along the way.

“Look at me,” he murmured, drunk off the taste of you. “Look at me.”

His bloody hand on your face forced you to do just that, and his calm voice stopped you from shaking. Even in the dark, it was like his green irises were all you could see, and the color was so calming—so soothing—that when he told you to relax…you did.

You felt so at ease as he slowly thrust into you, pulling out until only the tip of him remained before pushing all the way back in again. The feel made you sighed, and Roman sighed too, a soft hum escaping him. Deep in the back of your mind, you were still terrified of the dark-haired boy, but despite that, you just felt so calm.

“Good,” he softly purred. “Good girl.”

One of his hands rested on the headboard above you, the other pressed into the pillow beside your head. You were so relaxed that all you could do was stare up at him as he surged over you again and again, retreating with every pull of his hips and driving forward with every thrust. Relaxed, you were more able to focus on the sound of his cock sinking into you, the squelching noise reaching your ears as your body fought to cling to him and keep him from leaving each and every time.

Dazedly, you reached up to touch your neck again, the smell of blood strong, and as you lifted your hand to look at it, Roman leaned down to cover your fingers with his mouth. The hum that met your ears was one of appreciation, and when you came for the first time that night, you were met with another.

“You’ve had enough?” he wondered, hand pressed into your stomach as he drove his hips against yours. “…or you want more from daddy?”

His voice was low and gruff, strained with emotion as he basked in the tight and warm feel of you. It didn’t really matter what your answer would be for Roman had already decided to fuck you well into the night as he wished. When you came for a final time, his hands were leaving bruises into your hips, and you were ripping his sheets apart.

The woods of Hemlock Grove seemed extra thick and hazardous tonight, as if it was their sole purpose to slow you down and trap you for him.

Bite marks and bruises littered your skin for months before you finally cracked. Months of walking into The Godfrey Mansion with fear, tutoring Shelley and distracted the entire time by thoughts of Roman. Wondering when he’d come to collect you, what corner he might pop out of, when you might feel the brush of his touch along your shoulder. You didn’t stay for dinner anymore, unable to sit across from Roman and have him stare you down as he reminisced on the feel of you coming around him, bleeding and broken.

Olivia Godfrey pretended not to notice Roman shadowing you like a ghost, like a grim reaper come to collect what he felt he was owed. She smiled that coy smile and waved around those waifish arms, all the while nursing a cigarette or a drink, fully aware of what her spoiled son got up to under the cover of darkness when no one could see your abuse at his hands.

Your last period had been your last straw, shuddering at the memory of Roman keeping you prisoner on top of him as he ate you out so long that it started to grow painful at some point. When he finally sank into you—in more ways than one—you couldn’t even try to enjoy it, too overstimulated to the point where you kept trying to get away.

Roman was sound asleep when you ran.

…but he was wide awake in time to run after you.

You truly didn’t even know where you were going, so set on just getting away from the terrifying boy that you just let your feet carry you. The biting air cut at your skin, and the leaves crunched beneath you. It was only moments ago when his voice had rang through the trees, your name bouncing off of the trunks as he desperately called for you.

“I can smell you!”

That fact did not deter you, sure that you could escape him. Every whip of a branch cut into you, and you knew the blood that you felt was the very same blood he smelled. The steep inclines and downward slopes of Hemlock Grove slowed you down, tiring you out, and your chest hurt from your harsh sobs. You had just pulled yourself up a small hill when you fell to the ground.

You were not alone.

“Y/N,” Roman snarled, a guttural edge to his voice that made you cry harder. “Get back here!”

He screamed it so passionately and loudly that it actually made you wince, and your vision was blurred from your tears as you clawed at the ground, fighting to get away from him. His fingers dug into your pants, preventing you from moving as much as you wanted, and despite the fact that you knew no one would come, you screamed for help when he crawled up your body.

He slammed your head into the ground, impulsively, and you saw stars in your vision. He succeeded in what he wanted, halting your movements for a time as you fought to collect yourself. In that time, Roman had already covered your frame, chest completely pressed down on your back. His hand closed around your throat, pulling your head back some.

“Don’t be stupid,” he roughly told you, lips at your ear. “Don’t be fucking stupid.”

You clawed at the dirt and leaves as his other hand reached beneath you, sliding into your pants with ease and cupping you. He made a noise of appreciation at the feel, and as Roman told you that you’d never escape him, he sank his teeth into your neck.

In your despair, you accepted this truth.

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Fall Into Me - Chapter Four: Until I had met you there was no sun in my sky

dbf!Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel is hanging on by a thread as a single father to a tenacious 10-year-old Sarah. Feeling like he's drowning, like the world is about to spit him out, he needs some help before he breaks in half. At your dad's insistence, you show up in his life and change everything.

Story is inspired by the song Fall Into Me by Forest Blakk. Chapter titles will be lyrics from the song.

Word Count: 3.5k

Chapter Warnings: Mature, under 18 take a hike. No outbreak AU. Lots of feelings, confusion, and self doubt. Two idiots falling and pining for each other, but there's a little bit of progress. Tommy is the hero in this chapter. Age gap of about 9 years (Reader 24/25, Joel 33/34). No use of y/n. Reader has a nickname used only by her dad. Emily is modeled after my sister and JB is based on my dad, who used to try setting me up with his younger work buddies when I was in my 20s :)

Dividers by the wonderful @saradika-graphics

Thank you for reading this little tale! I did not expect all the love - my heart is fit to burst over all the wonderful comments and reblogs!

Chapter Three | Main Masterlist

Sleep evaded Joel Saturday night, his mind unable to shut down and rest. He spent half the night searching for words to fit what he was experiencing. The right one didn’t occur to him until nearly five o’clock in the morning.

Turmoil.

That was the perfect word to describe the utter confusion and uncertainty boiling inside him.

His date went about as well as could be expected when one wasn’t particularly interested in the other person. There was conversation, but it mostly revolved around Annica and her interests. She asked a few polite questions about Joel but didn’t seem too interested in his responses. To be fair, they were short and rather ineloquent, but he barely had the chance to talk about Sarah before the woman changed the subject. She was also very much not his type.

She wasn’t you.

That’s the part which caused the most turmoil.

Joel didn’t realize how quickly he was falling for you until he was on a date with someone else. It somehow felt like a betrayal toward you, even though you and Joel weren’t together. Even though you didn’t even know that he liked you, more than liked you.

This entire thing was eating him up inside, all your interactions since Friday, but especially the way you bolted from him last night. He didn’t understand what happened until he checked out his face in the mirror, your parting comment finally making sense.

Annica had kissed him goodnight when he dropped her off. He knew she wanted more, at least a real kiss, but he offered nothing other than a loose hug and brief thanks for joining him. So, she pressed her painted lips to his cheek for several moments too long, subtly trying to turn his face toward hers, before he finally stepped back and walked away. He didn’t even wait for her to get into her house safely.

To his dismay, she left a clear and distinct reminder of her on his cheek that he was not aware of until you mentioned it. His face burned with the feeling of being marked like territory, and the worst part was you saw it. Who the fuck knew what you thought of him now.

Joel needed advice, someone to talk this all through with. If the situation didn’t involve you, he would have gone to you for advice. You were so easy to talk to and he opened up more easily with you than he had with anyone else in his entire life. But that was out of the question for… obvious reasons.

Your dad was equally as easy to talk to, a quality you must have inherited from him. But he couldn’t turn to JB about this for the same obvious reasons.

That left his brother. Tommy would give Joel a good ribbing about all this. Joel wasn’t ashamed to admit that his brother had more practical experience with dating and complicated relationships, especially recently, than he did. It was time to capitalize on all of Tommy’s shenanigans.

Dangerously under-caffeinated and bleary-eyed, Joel made bacon, eggs, and pancakes for the usual Sunday morning family breakfast. Tommy joined them a little after nine o’clock and helped himself to the spread. He knew better than to ask Joel about his date in front of Sarah, so the younger brother made quiet conversation with Sarah as Joel sipped at his coffee. She told him all about her adventure to the movies with you and how much she loved hanging out with you, how smart you were, and how pretty.

A stupid grin spread over Joel’s face as his daughter spoke about you. He could feel Tommy’s narrowed gaze burning into the side of his head, which he ignored until Sarah finished her food and ran off to play a video game in the living room.

“You gonna make me ask?” Tommy grinned at Joel as he cleared the table. Joel merely quirked a brow and focused on washing the dishes. “Fine, ya ol’ grumpy ass. How was the date?”

“Was alright. She talked, a lot,” Joel emphasized, “and mostly about herself. We don’t have much in common other than we like to eat. The movie she picked to see was God awful. I’d rather have seen the other movie with Sarah.”

“Really?” Tommy placed the last of the dirty flatware next to the sink, watching as Joel scrubbed each item before rinsing it off. “Annica texted me that she had a wonderful time and hoped there’d be a second date. Asked if I could put in a good word for her. Guess that’s not happenin’.”

“There’d be no point. She’s not who I’m interested in.” The words were out of his mouth before he realized what he was saying, and he cringed when Tommy latched right on them.

“Ohhhh, and who might you be interested in, dear brother?” The shit-eating grin on the younger brother’s face let Joel know that Tommy already had an idea on who piqued his interest. “Couldn’t be JB’s hot little daughter, could it? You going cradle robbin’ now?”

Punching his brother in the arm, hard, Joel growled. “I ain’t robbin’ any cradles, asshole. She’s only about nine years younger than me.”

“Oh, is that all?” Tommy teased, rubbing his arm to soothe the sting.

“Don’t get me started on how you almost got busted for statutory rape last year, dickhead.”

“Hey now, I’m just teasing. Don’t get your panties all in a bunch.” Tommy surrendered, adding a grumbled, “And you know damn well that wasn’t on purpose. That girl looked 25! She sure had me fooled.”

Joel nodded, heading out to the back patio with another cup of coffee. Tommy followed, stopping briefly to grab a can of soda from the fridge. The pair sat quietly listening to the sound of songbirds singing the songs of their people before Joel finally spoke.

“I feel like an idiot asking this, but how do you tell if a woman is into you?”

Tommy nearly spilled soda all down the front of himself, the question caught him so off-guard. “Whadda ya mean?” he spluttered, trying not to choke on the carbonated liquid.

Rolling his big brown eyes with a huff, Joel glared at his brother. “I mean just what I said. I’m so outta practice with this. I keep second guessin’ everything. I just don’t know…”

Taking pity on his older brother, Tommy refrained from razzing him further. He was intrigued by this version of his brother who lacked self-confidence, so different from the over-confident man Joel used to be, at least when it came to women.

“Just so I understand, do you want to know how to tell if any woman is into you or a specific woman?”

Brows pulling together, Joel stared at Tommy blankly for a moment. “Does it make a difference?”

Tommy’s lips spread into a wide grin, deep brown eyes sparkling mischievously. “It sure as hell does, brother. There are few key ways to tell with most women, but if it’s a specific woman you’re curious about, I may have some intel.”

The struggle to hide his overwhelming curiosity on the ‘intel’ his brother had was a losing game, and Joel relented, his cheeks growing hot as he uttered the words. “Fine. It’s JB’s daughter.”

The room stilled as the brothers stared at each other, the grin on Tommy’s face growing impossibly wider until nearly all his pearly whites were on display. “I knew it! You dirty dog.”

“Tommy,” Joel growled, drawing out the two syllables until his brother sat back in his chair with a satisfied smirk.

“Fine, no razzin’.” Tommy grumbled. He waited a few beats until Joel grew even more uncomfortable. “She’s into you, too.”

Joel perked up at that. “That’s your intel? How do you know?”

Looking around the backyard, Tommy thought of all the times he’d been around and caught you ogling his brother when you thought no one was watching, but none rivaled that time in the kitchen when you stared as Joel pulled his tee shirt off to put in on right side out. Tallying it all up in his mind, Tommy was certain that you had a thing for his brother. And now, it seemed he had a thing for you, too.

The question Tommy had now was, would either of you do anything about it?

With recent history as proof, he had his doubts.

Perhaps it was time to give you each a little nudge.

“It’s in the way she looks at you, all wide-eyed with wonder, like she’s imagining what it’d be like to be with you. I flirted with her for nearly an hour one day and she never looked at me like that once.” Tommy smirked at the glassy look that overcame his brother’s eyes. “Well, that and the drool dripping down her chin every time she sees you.”

“Yeah… wait, what?” It took a moment for Joel to catch on. “Fuckin’ asshole, I swear. She doesn’t drool when she looks at me.”

Laughter rumbled from deep within Tommy’s chest. “She might as well do with as into you as she is. I’m telling you, pay attention to how she is around you and you’ll see.”

The brothers fell silent again with Joel’s thoughts drowning in you. If what Tommy said was true, then you must be hurting over the fact that he went on a date with someone else, more so since you also saw him on that date. Already feeling like such a dick, worry over you weighed more heavily on him this morning. He had to fix this, but how?

Part of Joel wanted to rush over to JB’s and check on you, but the other part was terrified of how that would work out, especially if your dad was home and wanted to know why his best friend was frantic to see his daughter.

Shit. JB. Joel still needed to figure out how to navigate that part of this entire situation. The two of you could like each other all day long, but how would JB react?

Joel envisioned several scenarios that ended with him getting his nose bashed in by your old man. He wasn’t looking forward to that.

“What about JB?” Joel finally broke the silence, looking once again to his younger brother for guidance. “If I’m gonna do this, I want to do it right.”

Placing his empty bottle on the patio table between them, Tommy nodded. “Ok. Let’s think about this. Do you always check with a chick’s dad before askin’ her out?”

“’Course not, but this is different.”

“I get that but hear me out. What if you try before you buy?” Tommy asked.

Joel immediately stiffened. “I’m not gonna just fuck her before asking her on a date. Jesus, Tommy.” Not that he didn’t want to fuck you… he most certainly did, but Joel wanted to do this right. He wanted more than just sex. He wanted something meaningful, and he suspected you would as well.

“That’s not what I meant, asshole. Ya can quit clutchin’ your pearls like you ain’t banged a chick before the first date before.”

“Tommy,” Joel growled again. Little brothers were the worst no matter what age they were.

“Jeez, alright, fine. You’re really into her, I get it. I’m not sayin’ sleep with her first. I’m suggestin’ you ask her out and see where this is goin’ before you go to JB with your tail between your legs, is all.” Tommy explained, already getting fed up with how easily Joel got his feathers ruffled.

Considering the advice, and ignoring his brother’s snippy tone, Joel bobbed his head in a nod. “That’s not a bad idea, actually.”

“I’m full of good ideas, sometimes. I got another one, actually. Get your grumpy ass to the store and buy some new shirts. Everything you own is at least ten years old and worn down. You need to dress better if you’re gonna date a younger woman.”

Another point to Tommy. He sure was racking them up.

“Fine. I fuckin’ hate to admit it, but you’re right,” Joel grumbled, looking down at the tee shirt he was wearing. It used to be black and faded to a cloudy gray from years of wearing and washing. “You mind watchin’ Sarah for a while so I can run to the mall?”

“Not at all, brother. I was hoping to watch the game on your flat screen anyway.” Tommy led the way back inside the house.

Emily: Sounds like you need some retail therapy, asap.

The pair of you spent the past hour texting about Joel’s date the night before. Emily’s emoji reactions were priceless as you recounted seeing them together at the movie theater and she was pissed on your behalf when you told her about the lipstick mark on his cheek. The conversation came full circle before Emily suggested the retail therapy.

You: Omg do I ever. Mall?

Emily: I can’t ☹ Ed wants my help with the garden. Again. I swear, I hate this fucking garden.

You: Booo. How dare you pick your husband over me

Emily: I gotta go with the one who has the bigger dick. Ur girl has needs u know that 😉

You: Yeah yeah. Chat later?

Emily: You bet. Have fun. Buy lots!

An hour later, you walked through Barton Creek Square, window shopping with a chocolate smoothie clutched in your hand. Not sure exactly what you were in the mood for, you started with clothing. This mall was a bit upscale for your budget, but you always enjoyed perusing the department store discount racks. Tossing your empty cup into the garbage can, you entered the large store.

Somehow, you found yourself searching through flannel shirts in the men’s department. Stopping for a moment once you realized what you were doing, you sighed. There was no escaping thoughts of Joel Miller, even subconsciously, it seemed. Huffing in frustration, you turned to walk back to the women’s section where you’d find things you actually needed when you heard your name.

Joel stood on the other side of the rack, eyes wide with surprise at the sight of you. His cheek was clean, no lipstick mark in sight, you noted. Just the normal, totally endearing patchy scruff. “Hey darlin’, what are you doing here?”

“Shopping,” you stated the obvious with a shrug, delighted at the pink tinge creeping up his cheeks.

“Me, too. Obviously.” Joel nodded, rolling his eyes – at you or himself, you weren’t sure. “I could use your help, actually.”

You weren’t expecting that. He looked at you with such open hope in his eyes, you couldn’t deny him. “Ok, shoot.” Your heart nearly exploded at the smile that spread across his face, putting his dimple on full display.

“I can’t decide which of these to go with,” Joel replied, holding up several flannels. After a moment, he put those across the top of the discount rack and held up a pile of tee shirts. “Or these.”

Eyes taking in the details of each selection – he had good taste; you could picture each option on him – you hummed. “Have you tried any of them on?” Joel shook his head, the mop of curls swaying deliciously with the movement. “Ok. Go try them on. That’s usually how I decide.”

Turning toward the fitting room with a nod, Joel paused and turned back around. “Come with me? I need your honest opinion on each one.”

Brow furrowed, you followed behind him wordlessly, eyes straying to his backside of their own accord. He wore the same dark, fitted jeans as last night and you swore beneath your breath at yet another reminder of his date. No amount of staring at his nice ass could pull that jealous feeling from your gut. He went on a date with someone and for all you knew, it could have been the best damn date of his entire damn life.

Leaning back against the wall opposite the fitting room Joel chose, you crossed your arms in front of your chest and wondered what the hell you were doing. You came to the mall for a distraction, to treat yourself and get your mind off the man on the other side of the fitting room door. Now you were… what? His wardrobe consultant?

Helping Joel pick out new clothes seemed like the job of a girlfriend, not his daughter’s babysitter. Let’s face it, you thought, that’s all you were to him. Mood growing sourer by the second, you startled as the door ripped open in front of you.

“What do you think?”

The universe was a fickle bitch. It wasn’t fair that Joel stood there looking like the man of your dreams and you didn’t get to call him yours.

The first shirt Joel tried on fit like a glove, like the factory made it with his frame as the model in mind. The material had just the right amount of stretch across the breadth of his chest and shoulders, while hanging on for dear life around his biceps.

After ogling him for far too long, your eyes finally met Joel’s. “Looks good,” you said, the cadence of your voice not giving away the riotous flutter of desire flaring to life deep in your lower belly. “Let’s see the next one.”

Chocolate eyes sparkled with delight at your response as Joel slipped back into the fitting room. What you wouldn’t give to follow him in there. Already picturing it in your mind, you would slip to your knees in front of him, fingers undoing his belt and the button of his jeans before slowly sliding the zipper down. You’d wind one hand inside his pants to trace the curve of his cock through his boxer briefs before slipping the length of him out of the little secret pocket. Joel would be trying on his shirts as your lips—

“How about this one?”

“Jesus fucking nutcracker!” you exclaimed, Joel’s voice jolting you right out of that wonderful little daydream. So deep into the fantasy, you hadn’t heard the fitting room door open.

Concerned, Joel reached out a hand, his calloused fingertips and palm running over the bare skin of your forearm as you steadied yourself. “Do, uh… do you have Tourette’s or something?”

Bemused, you blinked up at him, head thumping back against the wall. “What? No, no. I was just lost in thought, and you startled me.”

“Not that there’s anything wrong with having Tourette’s, you know.” Joel tripped over himself to make sure you didn’t think he was making fun of the disorder.

You waved him off. “Of course not.” Clearing your throat, eyes closing to recenter yourself, you counted to ten. The heat of Joel’s gaze like a burn on your skin, you opened your eyes and assessed his shirt. It was nice, a deep burgundy color, but the fit differed from the last one. You hated it. “I like the way the other one fit you better.”

The pattern continued until Joel tried on every shirt in his pile. You managed to keep your mind from straying again by making conversation.

“How did your date go last night?” You dreaded the answer but needed to know.

“It was… I’ve had better dates. She talked a lot,” he said through the fitting room door. “I couldn’t wait for it to be over, honestly. I just wanted to be home.”

“So, no second date then?” you confirmed, butterflies beginning to take flight in your belly.

“Hell no.”

A wave of relief washed over you at the conviction in Joel’s voice, but you tried not to let it show on your face or in your voice as he stepped through the door. “That’s too bad. You deserve to find someone great, Joel.”

He looked at you for a long time, his eyes penetrating like he was trying to tell you something without using words. You just had no idea what. You were about to bid him farewell as he paid for the shirts you chose – the bluish gray tee shirt that fit him so well and a flannel with similar hues, and two more just like them – when he stopped you.

“Uh, would you have lunch with me?” he asked shyly, eyes brimming with such eager hopefulness you nearly melted.

Part of you wanted to turn him down over hurt feelings he wasn’t even aware of, but you couldn’t. Not after what he just told you about his date. The other part of you screamed not to read too much into it, that he wasn’t asking you on a date. It would just be lunch with your boss. But the final part of you, the hopeless romantic who wore her heart on her sleeve and just helped the man pick out clothes like a girlfriend would, screamed that this could be your chance to get closer, that it could be a date if you made it one.

Fearing you stayed silent too long arguing with yourself, you rushed out a quick, “Sure.” Joel’s face lit up like you’d never seen before. He didn’t look anywhere near this happy when he left for his dinner date the night before.

tbc

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congratulatory sex is in order // Marius x F!Reader

Tags: Boxer!Marius, black tank top!Marius, rough sex, locker room sex, wall sex, mirror sex, all the sex, cum swallowing, deepthroat, fingering, dirty talk, sweat kink, blood kink (if you squint)

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Marius von Hagen in that stupid, fucking, black tank top is your undoing.

The damned material clings to his body, sticking to his skin from being soaked with his sweat and accentuating the well-defined contours of his ridiculously fit physique. The fabric adheres to him, creasing as he flexes, tracing the sculpted lines of his chest and abs.

Your eyes return to his face, now fixated on it—the once-perfect, nearly flawless complexion now marked by cuts, one near his eyebrow and another on his bottom lip. A faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrays a moment of pain, but he quickly regains his composure when his gaze meets yours.

And then a fucking wink.

The same wink he gave you this morning, before dipping his head in between your thighs and proceeding to put your body through two mind-numbing orgasms with just his tongue and fingers—without even finishing himself off. You had offered to get him off, probably slurred your words saying something about his cock being hard still and that you want to take care of it. Instead, he slipped off the bed and planted a kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom in a rush.

You barely remember when you had drifted back to sleep. When you woke up, his text read that his coach needed him early at the stadium so he’ll just meet you there later.

A few minutes later, another text came through but this time with a photo. It’s a mirror selfie, his face half covered by his phone. You barely noticed it anyway because your eyes went straight to the incredibly obvious hard-on straining against his grey sweatpants.

“This is all your fault, babe.”

The sound of giggling girls, broke you out of your lustful reverie, hurtling you back to present time.

Your fiance is too attractive for his own good. He’s hot—anyone with eyes can attest to that. But there’s something different about the way he looks now. Almost as if he’s matured overnight. Especially now that he’s let his hair grow longer than usual.

He’s just so goddamn nice to look at.

It’s almost like watching a car crash; you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from him, memories flooding in once again. Can’t seem to forget the feeling of his tongue flicking against your clit and the delicious stretch of your pussy when he eases inside you.

What sounded like a whimper escapes your throat, suddenly feeling a little too hot in the otherwise air-conditioned stadium.

From the distance, you notice how his body stiffens when some of the girls begin putting their hands on him. Surely that’s the sign to go and drag your man out of that crowd, right?

But your lust-clouded brain has something else in mind. Something downright sinful, you feel the heat rising to your neck just thinking about it.

Marius' violet eyes bore into your skull, waiting for you to come forward to offer congratulations on his victory. Instead, you observe his growing impatience from a distance as he keeps his focus on you while nodding absently to the crowd swarming him—paying no attention to the women reaching out to touch his arms, men giving him pats on the back, and cameras flashing in his face.

Feeling bold, driven by your arousal, you pull out your phone and start typing. As you glance back up, your eyes lock with his, conveying a silent message that he instantly understood. He immediately makes a move to exit the crowd.

You stifle a giggle as you watch him struggle to push his way through, only to be pulled back in. You take the opportunity to leave the stadium, not before flashing him with a smirk.

—------

It didn’t take him long to find you—knowing exactly which cubicle in the locker room you are in since it’s the only one with big enough space for two people to stand in.

Distracted and briefly fascinated at the phallic-shaped graffiti adorning the wall, you almost didn’t hear him enter the cubicle. You spin around to face him with a gasp, momentarily forgetting that you were expecting him only to be met with his hard body pushing you against the wall before firmly restraining your wrists above your head.

“I got your message.” His breath is hot against your neck, his voice igniting that familiar sensation throughout your body. A small noise escapes your lips, breath hitching as you feel the brush of his lips against your skin.

“Care to repeat what you texted me…” he trails, licking the spot just under your jaw. “...to my face?”

He withdraws, his grip around your wrists tightening as he leans forward to stare into your eyes. His hair, tousled and damp with sweat, partially covering his eyes you can still see through them; how they have darkened with lust.

Your eyes are drawn to the sight of his blood making its course down the side of his face, travelling down his jaw, and finally, dripping onto your skin, settling right between your cleavage. You inhale sharply as you watch the scarlet liquid disappear behind the low neckline of your blouse, making its way down, between the valley of your breasts.

And then his mouth is on you, capturing your lips in a fierce, primal kiss. You can hardly call it a kiss with the way his tongue is invading the hot caverns of your mouth, forcefully pushing past your lips to taste you. You swallow each other’s moans and grunts, greedy, to take and give—while you grind against his thigh, slotted in between your legs.

What began as a kiss has evolved into something more carnal, too erotically charged to be called just a kiss.

There’s something erotic and especially sinful about it too; tasting the metallic tang of his blood when you bite onto his lip, prompting a sharp hiss against your mouth.

“Say it…” he urges, his mouth abandoning yours to lick the skin between your breasts, swiping his tongue over the trail of blood. You let out a gasp when his mouth latches onto your nipple, stiff and protruding against the cotton of your blouse—reminding you that you have intentionally left the house without a bra for this very reason.

His grip on your wrists loosens, giving you momentary relief from the restraint. But as soon as you attempt to pull away, he rises back to his full height to pin you even more firmly against the mirror.

“You’re not going anywhere until you say it…” Your cunt clenches at how deep his voice is laced with that familiar authoritative tone that you normally only hear him use at work. The smirk on his face grows wider when you start arching your hips towards him, desperately chasing for friction.

To say you are aroused is a gross understatement. You need him to take you, right then and there, in this fucking cubicle, and do the most disrespectful, downright filthy bordering on illegal things to you—until you both are left flushed and unable to look at each other in the eyes in the aftermath.

With the way he’s looking at you, that is a promise—only waiting to be fulfilled once you say what he wants to hear.

“Come on, jiejie.”

Your chest heaves, suddenly finding it hard to breathe, overwhelmed with the aching desire for his body to be pressed onto yours, for any form of friction, for anything. You wanted to play the game a little longer, but you failed to anticipate how quickly he could reduce you to becoming this whimpering horny mess. You never stood a chance.

And so with a sigh, finally admitting defeat, you crane your neck to look at him right in the eyes.

“Find me.

So you can finish what you started this morning.

I want you to fuck me until my legs don’t work.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, feeling flustered at the words leaving your mouth—aroused by your own boldness. You hear the sound of laughter reverberating within his chest as he leans forward to nip on your earlobe. “Oh, you have no idea what you’re asking for….”

The buttons on your blouse are sent flying into the air as he savagely rips it open, exposing your bare tits to him, heavy and begging to be touched. His impatience has him grabbing onto your breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading them with his calloused hand. Your hands that are now free start roaming his body with equal fervour, craving to feel the heat of his skin and sweat against yours.

The hands that were on your tits have travelled their way down your body, causing your body to tremble against him. “Marius—” His name comes out as a whisper, slightly startled at the hand that has found its way beneath your skirt, fingers brushing against the inside of your thigh.

Marius hums by your ear, amused at the way your body is reacting to his every touch, each igniting fire in its wake. “So watching me beat up a guy does it for you?” He pushes his fingers against the fabric of your panties, feeling it drenched with your arousal. “You’re soaking wet…just like I left you this morning.”

You grind against his fingers, wanting, needing more, silently cursing at the impeding garment—wishing you had left the house without it as well.

“Yes…seeing you so into it…the fight…it’s hot.” You manage to speak despite how fogged your brain is with arousal. “You did so good…congratula—ah!”

Your chest heaves with a sharp intake of breath when he pulls the fabric aside and plunges two fingers inside your cunt. “And seeing me bleed…that does it for you too?”

You whimper pathetically. “Y–yes..f–uck…oh…yes it does—fuck.” Words leave you in broken syllables, your focus locked into the sensation of being fingered with his skilful fingers. “M–arius…pl-ease…”

He pushes in deeper until his knuckles are brushing against your folds, coating his digits with your arousal. The tickling sensation of your fluids dripping the inside of your thighs has you clenching your walls around him, making him groan in satisfaction—relishing in the tightness of your cunt.

Marius wraps his free hand around your neck, his thumb tracing the underside of your jaw—gaze trained on your glassy eyes, tears forming at the edges from sheer pleasure alone. The brief silence is broken by the wet squelching sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, and then hooking them inside you—making your entire body jerk against him.

“Good girl…so tight around my fingers. I can’t wait to put my cock inside you.”

He flicks your clit with his thumb and starts tracing circles, smearing your cream all over your folds before plunging his fingers to new depths, pressing against the spot inside you that only he can reach. “Cum, princess.”

His grip tightens around your neck as you erupt into a powerful orgasm with a choked scream of his name; squirting onto his hand, coating his skin with your scent. Your release exits your body profusely, leaving behind a mess.

Your body shudders against him as you continue to ride your high by grinding into his hand, aching to prolong the pleasure.

Marius steps back, leaving some room for you to move. Still, you remain paralysed with your back against the mirror as you attempt to recover pieces of your sanity, attention gradually snapping back into place as you focus on the rise and fall of your chest.

Keeping his gaze on you, you watch as his hand travels south and then finally rests against the front of his boxer shorts. With a sharp hiss, he wraps his fingers around the outline of his erection, straining behind the polyester.

With a small exhale, you finally push away from the mirror, hand reaching out to him before placing it against the hard planes of his chest. You feel the ripple of his muscles underneath, flexing involuntarily at your touch. He makes a move to pull his top off but you stop him.

“No. Keep it on…please. You—I want you to fuck me…with it on….” You gather your bottom lip with your teeth, both embarrassed and aroused at your own admission.

His pupils widen at your request, and a sly smile plays on his lips, watching your cheeks flush with rosy hues.

Your hand clenches into a fist around the fabric of his tank top, pulling and pressing your body hot against his, mind reeling at how big he is towering over you. His tall height and broad shoulders are covering you almost entirely from the overhead light. Marius wraps his fingers around your wrist, and what sounds like a whisper of your name escapes past his parted lips.

His tongue darts out, swiping subconsciously over the cut on his bottom lip—still fresh with blood, prickling from the side of his mouth.

You crash your lips against his, and he reciprocates the intensity with a groan which quickly turns into growls, hunger coursing through him, greedy to take his fill. When he pulls away for air, he swipes his thumb over your lips, smearing your lipstick messily before inserting it inside your mouth. You moan around his thumb, mouth parting wider to take two more fingers—sucking on them earnestly, savouring the taste of your sex on his digits.

“Knees.”

You barely register his voice, mind hazy from the multitude of sensations coursing through you simultaneously. He leans in next to your ear and repeats it.

“On. Your. Fucking. Knees.”

—------

Tears start forming at the corner of your eyes as you take him deeper. There is something wildly animalistic in the way he’s fucking your mouth. With your hair gripped tightly around his fist, his other hand is braced against the mirror behind you, allowing him to angle his hips to meet your face. There were no gentle swirls around the tip or kitten licks up his shaft—he wouldn’t allow it. He had shoved his entire length into your mouth the moment you parted your lips to receive him, forcing his way in until you gag.

His musky, masculine scent is intoxicating; a delectable fusion of his sweat and expensive cologne. You breathe in the subtle undertones of amber and wood on his skin, its fragrance so familiar to you and yet the effects on you remain consistent. Marius exploits this knowledge, finding amusement in how even a whiff can turn you on almost immediately as if it were a switch.

“Fuck–-fuck—take my cock…just like that. That’s it…breathe, baby. Don’t forget to breathe.” He coos softly as he pushes himself deeper, testing your limits, hips rocking against your face until the tip of your nose brushes against the soft curls of his bush. Whilst everyone was focused on the fight, your eyes were fixated on the happy trail peeking just above the waistband of his shorts. Another knowledge he uses to his advantage, noticing how your eyes would darken with unmistakable lust at the sight of it by deliberately letting his towel hang too low on his hips.

With your mouth full of his cock, your moans are muffled—the vibrations causing his knees to buckle, threatening to give out, but he quickly recovers, slamming his fist against the mirror.

“Fuck! Your mouth—I can fuck your mouth all day—” His hips snap forward, releasing his grip around your hair to cradle the back of your head, shielding you from what could have been a concussion. You shut your eyes, concentrating on the sound of his knuckles hitting the mirror to distract yourself from gagging.

Suddenly he withdraws, and his cock is pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. Your chest heaves as you begin to rapidly breathe through your mouth.

“Get up.”

Not waiting for you to move, he bends down to pull you up from the floor and steers you back until you collide against the cold surface of the mirror with a light thud. He leans forward to lick a stripe down the column of your neck, stopping just above your collarbone to suck onto the skin, leaving his mark. Your eyes flutter close, savouring the lingering sting.

“Please…please—Marius…”

You can feel his mouth curling into a smirk against your skin, amused at your neediness. He swipes his tongue over his mark before straightening his shoulders, looming over you again. He grabs onto your jaw—leans forward to lick your lips, and then gently tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Brace yourself against the mirror, babe. I’m going to fuck you so hard—you’re gonna need to hold on...” he whispers against your lips.

Marius turns you around to face the mirror, his hips pressing against your back, stiff cock nestling between the crack of your ass. You moan at the cold sensation from the mirror against your skin—your cheek and bare tits are pressed against it. His fingers grip your waist, roughly tugging your hips backwards until your forearms are the only thing supporting you against the mirror.

And then he’s kneeling behind you, skirt pushed up around your waist and large hands spreading you apart. He jerks your hips back, and your arms slide down the reflective surface, nearly slipping off entirely, saved only by your skin sticking to the glass.

He drags the flat of his tongue up your cunt, his thumb tracing the seam of your lips, now soaked with cum and saliva. His fingers rub against your folds, paying special attention to the bundle of nerves nestled between them, pinching them between two fingers before inserting the same two digits inside you.

“Please…please fuck me.”

“I am fucking you…” His hot breath brushes against your thighs.

“Need your cock…need…want you inside…please…”

Marius spits into your gaping hole, not that you needed the extra lubricant, and then pushes his fingers in deeper, spreading your walls apart from the inside as he rises from the floor and back onto his feet. Threading his fingers through your hair, he tugs—forcing your body to arch backwards and your eyes to meet his through the mirror.

“Mmm so needy. Aching for my cock.” He pulls his fingers out, half satisfied from not making you come again around him, only because he too wants to have his cock shoved inside you. “Open your mouth.”

You comply, obedient, lips parting just slightly only to be forced open wider by his fingers. “Taste how good that is…that’s all you, baby.” You observe yourself in the mirror, tear tracks and precum staining your cheeks, lipstick and blood smeared at the corner of your mouth, dishevelled hair and ruined mascara.

Despite not getting fucked, yet, you look, in every conceivable manner, thoroughly and utterly fucked.

He teases the entrance of your cunt with the head of his cock, dipping only slightly past your lips before withdrawing, leaving you clenching desperately around nothing. You shoot him a glare through the mirror and he breaks out into laughter, fucking prick.

You bask momentarily at his amusement, only to have your breath knocked out of your lungs when he suddenly shoves his cock all the way in; hips snapping forward until his pelvis meets yours with a resounding smack.

Your eyes flutter close, jaw slack and tongue lolling out—brain reduced to mush, subject to nothing else but the overwhelming pleasure of having every ridge and vein of his dick, gliding against your walls.

“Oh and…try not to be too loud. The reporters…” He palms your tits, feeling them sway in rhythm to his pounding. “…they’re looking for me.”

Your eyes snap open, realisation sinking in, the unmistakable sound of voices and scuffing of shoes just outside the walls of the room—

“I saw him walking down this hallway.”

“Is he in the bathroom?”

“No, pretty sure he turned this corner.”

“Probably in the locker room.”

“It’s locked though.”

Silence.

“Let’s wait—“

“Break down the door—“

“What—“

Eyes wide with panic and anxiety spiking, you push away from the mirror to try and leave or hide or anything from the reporters attempting to break into the room, only to be forcefully shoved back against the surface—Marius’ firm body pinning you from behind.

“Marius…no we have to—they’re going to—.”

“Don’t worry about them. Just focus on me…I want you to come for me…you’re close love, I can feel you.” He plants a kiss on your cheek and then resumes his harsh pace. His cock, heavy and full inside you, reaching new depths at each violent thrust.

“But—oh my go—fuck!” Words die on your lips when the tip of his cock presses against your cervix, hurtling you towards an orgasm, so mind-numbingly good your legs start to give out.

There’s ringing in your ear from having your brain fucked to oblivion—and you almost missed the muffled but familiar voice of Vincent just outside the room.

“...force entry, we will pursue legal actions against you.”

“Step aside. Who even are you?”

“Vincent Kim.”

Marius drives you back towards the mirror, pressing the front of your body flat against the surface, fingers threading through your hair to tilt your head back. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day…after leaving you in bed like that in the morning….” He grinds his hips from behind, fucking you slowly, a momentary respite from his merciless pounding. “...is all I could think about. I wanted the match to be over with so I can finally fuck you. Just like this…with your cunt wrapped around my cock…you’re perfect.”

He suddenly lifts you off the floor, hooking your legs over his arms, locking his hands behind your head, settling you into a full nelson before sheathing himself back inside your obscenely dripping cunt. Your eyes snap open, arousal surging through you at the sight of yourself in the mirror—legs spread wide, cunt swollen and impaled by his thick cock.

Both you and Marius’ eyes are fixated on where you are joined—each withdrawal coats his cock with your cream. For a moment, you both just stare at the erotic sight of his penis splitting your cunt open.

“Where do you want me?”

Your head lolls to the side, pleasure overtaking your body and mind causing you to slip back into incoherence.

“Tell me, baby. Where do you want me to cum? In your mouth?” He licks the mark he left at the side of your neck, tantalisingly, tickling your skin. “On your pretty face?” He leans in, breath ghosting against your flushed cheeks.

“Maybe your beautiful tits?” He gives a particularly hard thrust so he can watch your breasts bounce, nipples erect from his teasing earlier.

He kisses your cheek—gently, while his cock splits you open repeatedly.

“Or inside your greedy little cunt?”

Your walls clench around his dick and he hisses against your lips, his brows furrowing as he wills himself not to come just yet. “Anywhere, Marius please just—anywhere you want!” You can’t even discern whether it’s sweat or tears running down your cheeks—and too fucked out to even realise you were practically screaming.

You seem to be getting wetter at each thrust, your juices oozing past your joined flesh and onto his abs. The stench of sex is heavy in the air, especially in such a small space—anyone who decides to occupy it next would no doubt know what went down in there.

“Marius, please…pleaseee…”

He chuckles next to your ear. “You’re so cute when you beg. Let me hear it again.”

You’re going to kill him.

He continues to piston into you, pace faltering and you know he’s close—but his need to tease is greater than his urge for release. It frustrates you to no end and you make a mental note to seek payback when you get home.

“...hate you. Please cum…inside. I need to feel you inside me.”

He abruptly stops, pulling your body tight against him. You whine at being stretched to the limit, both limbs and cunt.

“So you do want me to fill you up?

“Mmmngh…”

“You want to watch yourself getting filled with cum, don’t you?”

“Mmmngh…yes, please. I want to—”

Marius lifts you up, leaving only his tip in. “Then keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to watch me do it.” And then, thrust.

“Fuck oh—fuck!”

“Pump every single drop inside you. You’re going to take it all in like a good girl.” Your eyes, despite threatening to flutter close, try to focus on the erotic view of your used body in the mirror. Your walls clamp tight around him, desperate and begging for his load.

He fucks up into you at a brutal pace, faster and then eventually, it falters—his thrusting falling off rhythm, messy.

“Fuck—I’m…”

“Marius—please it’s so good…it’s so…”

He moans into your ear, and you watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head before doing the same—both succumbing to the pleasure of such powerful orgasms, that you swear you flatlined at some point and came back to life.

You feel his chest heave behind you as he struggles to catch his breath, eyes shut as he continues to ride his release whilst still holding on to you, muscles of his forearms twitching from fatigue. You can still feel his cock jerk against your walls, and now that the wave has passed, you become very aware of how much your body is trembling.

“Fuck, do I love fucking you raw.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and sighs, content from having his balls drained.

You smile, nuzzling against him.

“Filled you up too much?” He says with a grin, nodding at the direction of your reflection in the mirror, particularly your cunt. You blush at the sight of it, still plugged with his cock but now swollen from being thoroughly used and oozing cum. You clench your walls in an attempt to keep it in, pulling out a groan from him. “Shit—still sensitive.”

“Sorry!”

After a few more seconds, he finally places you down and as soon as your feet touch the floor, your knees buckle, sending your body forward. Marius wraps his arms around you, catching you in time before you fall headfirst against the mirror.

After the initial shock, you erupt with a giggle as you find your footing again. Marius shakes his head in amusement.

“You got what you wanted, babe.” He grins, all smug. With a wistful sigh, you lean your weight against him, snuggling into his embrace. He brushes your hair to the side and kisses your shoulder.

He helps you redress, but not before sneaking the chance to slip his fingers in your cunt once again, causing to you to fall forward against him, nails sinking into his biceps to keep your balance. He leans his forehead against yours with his fingers inside you—pushing his load deeper and simultaneously stimulating you into another orgasm.

“Did I mention how much I love seeing you get off on my fingers?” He whispers as if there were people nearby who could hear you. You wrap your fingers around his wrist, bringing his hand to your mouth to lick him clean, eliciting a deep moan from his lips. He grabs onto your chin and kisses you.

And then a knock on the door.

Marius sighs against your lips but refuses to pull away. On the opposite side of the door, a throat clears—a familiar signal you've come to associate with Vincent.

“Taken care of?”

“Yes, Master Marius.”

“Thanks, Vincent. Prepare the car.”

Marius turns his attention back to you, kissing you gently before gathering you into his arms, and hugging you tight. “Told you not to worry, right? Now—”

He exhales dramatically, lips curling into a pout. “Where’s my congratulations? I can’t believe you of all people have not wished me congratula—”

“I literally tried!”

“No, you didn’t.”

You let out a big huff.

“I did—I tried but you cut me off with your fingers inside me!”

“Well, I’m sorry for not noticing because I was too busy trying to make you cum!”

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a.n posted this at 12 something am on my birthday lmao. my birthday gift from me to me and to all of you. enjoy the food!! i love you all 💜

#brainrotdump #marius von hagen smut #brainrot #tears of themis smut #lu jinghe smut #cn server spoiler

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updatingranboo · 8 months

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tips and tricks for ranboo fans to make chat (and the community) a better place!

hello! since the rebrand is coming up i decided i wanted to make a list of certain things ranboo fans should be discouraged from saying/doing, to keep chat/the community fun and keep from pushing ranboo back into the box of a streamer they no longer are. i personally don’t believe in cringe culture, i think everyone should be able to have fun, but at this point certain jokes and comments restrict ranboo from growing as a person and do reflect on the community. this got a lot longer than i was expecting, apologies! lets begin.

gender jokes (“genderman”, you stole my gender etc)

a super obvious one. getting gender envy from ranboo is normal and super awesome! nothing wrong with that. but the jokes have been overused. the genderman one specifically has ties to minecraft which, while ranboo doesn’t care about being associated with minecraft, it’s still a tie to their past content they would prefer to leave behind. this is the same level as calling them an “mcyt”, while there’s no harm in it and ranboo really doesn’t care, it’s also just.. not really true anymore and hasn’t been for years. let them grow!

2. *blank*boo/general spam

*blank*boo is nothing but spammy. all it does is fill up chats and replies and brings no substance to anything. spamming “tiredboo” when they yawn, “madboo” when they yell etc. is not contributing anything meaningful to a chat. it’s annoying and drowns out actually fun and interesting comments. as for general spam, you can use a few emotes here and there! but when all you do is spam emotes it again just floods the chat. when ranboo tells chat to stop spamming, you stop. don’t take it as a challenge, you will just get banned. yes there is delay, but you can see what other people in chat are saying too. spamming lag, telling them they missed a dono, anything where you find yourself repeating what other people are saying to either get their attention or just because (except for using bttv emotes) just don’t. i know most people are used to speaking in a fast chat, but the truth is chat doesn’t have to be fast! if you don’t have anything to say, you can just stay quiet. even spamming the PETTHEMODS emote defeats the purpose !!

3. telling off chat

slightly related, you don’t have to tell off chat either. going “chat stop” “oh my god chat” just adds to the spam. change the subject! ignore the spam and let the mods take care of it. focus on reacting to the stream and being silly, not being backseat mods.

4. the swearing obsession

ranboo is almost 20. they make so many innuendos every stream. they are heavily considering adding a mature warning to most streams from here on out, and as we have seen they no longer are the “family friendly” kid who they used to be. he can say shit and fuck and people can be normal about it. you don’t have to say LANGUAGE or go THEY SWORE ?????? he’s an adult and can swear. all of his friends swear and a huge portion of us in the community do too. it is not a big deal

5. telling ranboo what to do

back seating in video games, as well as in other situations when it’s NOT ASKED FOR is not fun. let ranboo do what they want. this applies to just general things too- you don’t need to tell ranboo to go to sleep. they can make that decision themself. again, he’s almost 20.

6. assuming ranboo is uncomfortable with something

it’s always good to be careful about respecting boundaries! but don’t confuse your own boundaries for theirs. ranboo has said many times that if something bothers him, he’ll talk about it! it’s safe to say they are more uncomfortable with you harassing an artist for drawing something you personally don’t like, over the actual art itself.

7. the chat hopping/mentioning ranboo unnecessarily

we all love ranboo. that is very obvious. their friends love them too! but when you go into one of ranboos friends chats or comment sections and start either asking about ranboo, telling his friends to play with them, or making unnecessary references to their content, it makes their friends want to do things with them less! streamers are their own people. there’s nothing wrong with watching one of ranboo’s friends streams because ranboo is there, i do it all the time. a lot of us do. the biggest thing is to be RESPECTFUL to the person who’s stream you are watching. if you chat, chat to the streamer! you don’t have to mention ranboo. or, just stay out of chat if you don’t think you’ll be able to stay on topic. you don’t have to speak in chat! there is the flip side of this, don’t bring up other streamers in ranboos chat unnecessarily either! no one cares if you saw two colors and it made you think of something unrelated. it’s so disrespectful to the streamer to do this.

8a. unnecessary negativity

the internet can be a very negative, reactionary place. seeking out negativity just for the sake of an argument is unhealthy and can also expose others to arguments that they wouldn’t have had to see. bait, obvious unchanging bigots, and also people who just don’t like ranboo (which is valid!) don’t need to be engaged. in the case of trolls, bait and bigots, they only bring negativity and are there to cause arguments. don’t give them the attention they want. As for people who just don’t like ranboo, you can leave them be too! Not everyone has to like ranboo. he can handle it, you don’t need to defend him or try and change someone’s mind. now, unnecessary negativity does not equal call outs/criticism!

8b. please criticize !

if something happens in the community, or from ranboo directly that hurts you or makes you uncomfortable, don’t be afraid to say something and help make us all better people! ranboo wants criticism. if it’s purely in the community, try reaching out to the other person first! often things can be settled privately so as to not hurt others by dragging them into the conversation or making things heated and causing people to attack each other. on the other side of this, if you see criticism from someone and feel the need to defend ranboo: don’t. if you are affected by something (ie. you are a person of color and the topic is racism) feel free to add to the conversation! if you do not have an opinion on something (ie lesbians call out lesbiphobia, and you are straight) keep it to yourself. let the people actually affected by something talk and have an opinion, and support them. it may feel like people are “attacking” ranboo (or you!) but they are not. they are real people with real, valid feelings, who want to feel safe in a community when in real life, they may be constantly victims of horrible things. listen first. if you still have your own opinions, reflect on them and why you feel the way you do, and dissect any implicit bias you may have. these are all important things that keep a community safe, happy, and mutually respectful!

ranboo encourages everyone to be good people and use common sense. remember when you say something, people other than ranboo see it too! every account has a person behind it, so treat each other with respect and help make the community a more fun and safe place for everyone to be in. ranboo has no tolerance for bigotry, racism, misogyny, antisemitism, ableism, and so on. remember to be aware of the things you are saying, and if you don’t know why something is wrong, look it up or try asking someone politely!

thank you for taking the time to read all of this! this list is non exhaustive. there are plenty of other things you can do in the community to make this a better place, from uplifting the minorities in the community more, to supporting artists by reblogging/sharing and commenting on their art, and more. at the end of the day though we are here because we love ranboo, so by following guidelines like these and putting in the effort, you show ranboo and the other people in the community you care and make everyone proud.

that’s all for now! keep boobing!

#ranboo #not updating ranboo #technically #sorry if any of this is worded weird! i wrote it at 4am

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oceanic-sunsets · 7 months

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Mike around El and his very obvious Not-Crush

I want to start this off with a disclaimer: I interpret Mike as gay, so this analysis and the points I’ll bring up were written with this in mind. Now, let’s begin!

Since my first watch, I always thought it was kind of weird-funny how Mike never showed any kind of shyness towards El, unlike the other boys, who the audience and characters in-universe never think of as having a crush on El.

So they know El is a girl pretty early on, so when she first goes home with Mike and he lends her dry clothes, everyone freaks out when she tries to change right there in front of them. Pretty normal reaction for anyone, especially 12 year old boys! So, even in the middle of their freak out, Mike remains as the most well composed of the boys.

He doesn’t turn around, instead, is quick to stop her, even reaching out towards her arms, and explain she should change in the bathroom, because, well, privacy.

He even guides El towards the bathroom door, and we know that he tries to close it but El stops him. So, he understands, she’s still scared, and again, explains she can keep it mostly closed, leaving a small gap open so she feels safer.

And then Mike goes to talk with Lucas and Dustin, who are still freaking out and talking about how she’s crazy, Lucas remarks “She tried to get naked” and Dustin makes the same hand gesture three times to really drive his point across.

And Mike? remains calm, really, his head is elsewhere, not stuck on the fact that a random, weird girl tried to change her clothes in front of them. Instead, his gears are turning, he’s already coming up with a plan so they can stay out of trouble, so she can be safe, and they can keep looking for Will: El has to stay the night, which Dustin finds insane.

So, I first interpreted these kind of scenes as Mike being the more mature one of the boys. He NEVER goes “but she’s a girl!” the other characters are the ones who keep pointing that out to him. But really, Mike just treats her like a human being (and then he discovers she has superpowers).

And really, it’s funny how fascinating they keep finding this, but not surprising. Again, this is a normal reaction! that’s why I thought Mike was just the logical, more mature one. But that’s not really why: he just never made a distinction or a big fuss to separate THEM, boys, and El, a GIRL, until later on when people kept bringing that up. For Mike, El was just another kid just like them, he shows her his house, his TV, his toys, and has no issue getting close and just treating her like another friend.

There’s another reason that points to the Duffers being aware of what they’re trying to do. It’s subtle if you’re not looking for it, and really, it just flies under most people’s radars, including our own!

So we all know this scene, right?

The first instance of Mike being directly told he has to have a crush on her, because… he is nice to her, and she’s a girl. So, clearly. And then the bullies arrive, call Will homophobic slurs and Mike gets hurt, we know how that one goes. But you know the scene that plays directly before this one?

It’s Nancy. They’re making fun of her/shaming her because she hooked up with Steve, and we know how this plot goes too: the girl is slut-shamed and the boy is praised/admired for “getting” her. Nancy is worried because she left Barb alone and the next thing she knows, her friend is missing too. And she doesn’t feel guilty just because she dismissed Barb, she feels shame, and the kind of comment she’s receiving just adds to the guilt.

And all this? it’s part of heteronormativity too, and all its social standards of what’s expected of people based on their gender and sexuality. Nancy? A slut for hooking up with Steve. Will? probably killed for being gay! The boys? get bullied just as Lucas is hugging Mike, even if it’s part of a joke. Mike? must like El, because he is a boy who is nice to her, and she’s a girl! See where I’m going?

Next scene I’m going to talk about is this one:

And… It’s a great scene, really. But nothing about it is romantic. The boys help El dress up, and Mike even does her makeup and doesn’t mind! and, I’m sorry, but what 12 year old with a crush is NOT nervous to be that close? he’s just 100% concentrated in what he’s doing.

And then El comes out, full makeover, and Mike’s reaction is just very sweet and genuine. Dustin hesitates: “She looks…” and Mike immediately goes “pretty”. Now, some people interpret this scene as Mike finally Realizing El is Actually a Girl. I both agree and disagree.

I agree because that’s how it probably goes for Mike, just now in the sense most people expect. We should keep in mind the previous scenes: Mike is now aware of what other people think/what is expected of him. So he goes “pretty”, and oh, no, she’s a Girl, I can’t say that! they’re going to think I have a crush on her! “...pretty good” saved it:) but wait. That just makes it look even more like a crush! So maybe it is a crush, right? So, I think of this scene as the moment of Mike deciding that yeah, it must be a crush, making now a distinction between “friend” and “girl”.

Other people have mentioned how particular this choice is: why would they have Mike next to El in the mirror? in the same scene where she’s presenting herself as Actually a Girl for the first time, wearing a pink dress, next to Mike, a Boy, who is even wearing blue! I don’t even think this analysis classifies as far-fetched for the same reason I mentioned earlier: the themes of the show are clear since the beginning, and plots like Nancy’s, Will’s, and later on El’s (and Max's) support that. Mike’s, however? it comes across as subtle (because really, it’s not), but it’s always been there, and the way the Wheelers are portrayed as a family confirms that too.

I don’t think he consciously makes the choice to pretend, more like it makes sense for him too, and the future events of the show just keep reinforcing this idea: she’s a girl with superpowers, who saves him and his friends many times, and people keep telling him he likes her! why wouldn’t he like her? And then there’s also survivor’s guilt but uhh… Let’s not go there, that’s another whole analysis.

It’s now time to talk about my least favorite topic: mlvn’s kisses. They have never been portrayed as genuinely romantic to me, even if I did think the snowball one was sweet when I first watched it. But that’s the thing: it’s cute, I guess, but it’s just there like a point you have to mark as done in a checklist. Entirely different to Lucas’ and Max’s scenes: Lucas hesitates when he asks Max to dance, and he’s clearly nervous, exhaling before asking, and their kiss is awkwardly endearing, genuine, and realistic for their age unlike anything in Mike and El’s relationship and… The beginning of s3 is proof of that. It’s almost like they’re kissing to prove a point: El is older now, and Mike is her boyfriend, they kiss like in the soap operas! (for Hopper’s and the audience’s dismay) and for Mike, well, El is his girlfriend, that’s what he’s supposed to do, right? (as he takes her hands off him).

Going back to the snowball, Mike plays the “date” role too perfectly. He does exactly what he should: he tells El she looks beautiful and asks her to dance, again, no hesitance. They dance and he kisses her… You guessed it, no hesitance. You could argue that it’s because it’s not their first thing, but the thing is… That one was a mess. It was out of nowhere, after talking about being family, as if Mike suddenly thought “yeah I think I should do this” and went for it. And… Did El even know what a kiss was?

Anyway, back to s3. They break up and all that, supernatural shit happens and oh! Mike tells a whole room of people that he loves El! how can that not be proof that he at least has a crush? well. Because Mike is not lying, just as he wasn’t lying when he called her pretty. He does love her, wants her to be safe because she’s his friend, and feels responsible for her safety (for many reasons). The thing is… Mike is aware of the Implications of the word.

He is being honest. He’s also confusing his feelings for romantic ones, just like he has since mid-s1. What’s the difference between the “ily” plot in s3 and in s4, then? wouldn’t that just be a repeat of the same?

No. This is a point of debate and I know we have different opinions on “When Did Mike Realize”, but for me, the contrast between this plot in s3 vs s4 is that s3 Mike is unaware, while in S4 he’s IS aware Throughout s3 (and before) he genuinely thinks his feelings are romantic. Until THIS happens

…and suddenly he’s confused, thinking it makes no sense. I choose to interpret it this way because it’s supported by the S3 script, which portrays Mike as confused and wondering what is wrong with him. This would’ve been a great moment to portray Mike as endearingly nervous/shy: they’ve been broken up and it seems like no one had said anything that hinted at a romantic relationship during that time. If Mike had romantic feelings for El, he should’ve been thrilled, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t close his eyes, doesn’t even smile. But it’s not disgust, it’s confusion. He’s starting to question things. To what degree? we do not know.

We can, however, infer from the events of S4 that he knows something.

The airport scene is as sad as it is funny, because this is probably the first instance in the whole show that we see Mike Wheeler acting nervous-shy in the way you would in front of a crush:

(Exhibit A)

(Exhibit B)

ok, Mike, Will didn’t imply otherwise? are you trying to convince him or yourself?

(Exhibit C)

(Exhibit D)

This whole conversation is so insane because everyone is so focused noticing Will’s crush that they miss Mike’s behavior? Mike, who during this conversation hesitates a lot, chooses his words carefully, exhales, you can see him swallow and just. He looks more nervous here than in the entirety of ALL his scenes with El on the show.

I could keep going on about s4, really, because there’s a lot to unpack there. But this is getting too long!

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #anti mileven #gay mike wheeler #st analysis #stranger things #mike wheeler i know what you are #i spent way too long on this analysis please give it a like/rb if you read it or talk to me about your opinion #always happy to discuss about gay mike wheeler

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runninriot · 2 months

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inspired by the prompt Love is being able to say you’re sorry and mean it by @eyesofshinigami for @steddielovemonth day 23

sorry, not sorry

wc: 1688 | rated: t | tags: Robin Buckley is fed up with her idiot friends, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are oblivious and they’re bad at feelings, Love Confessions, Idiots to Lovers

„Why should I say sorry when he is the one acting weird. I didn’t do anything! It’s not my fault he doesn’t like me.” Steve looks at her, lips forming a bitchy pout, acting annoyed at her for bringing it up – like he really believes his own words and Robin is the one who just doesn’t get it.

Robin rolls her eyes.

God, she wants to strangle him sometimes. And Eddie, too. They are both so stupid, acting like they don’t like each other when everyone and their mother can see the longing looks they throw at each other whenever they are in the same room.

It’s been driving her mad.

They’ve been dancing around each other for weeks now, putting up fronts, acting like they just barely tolerate each other’s presence. Like they are forced to get along because of their mutual friends.

It’s bullshit. Sure, these two would’ve never met if it wasn’t for the little shitheads they both took under their wings (or maybe Dustin and his friends are actually the ones that took Eddie and Steve under theirs because the teens are clearly a lot more mature than these two idiots) but now that their worlds have collided, it’s so obvious that there is a connection between them neither wants to admit to.

“You could’ve at least asked him to come?”

“Robs, he didn’t even look at me when he came in earlier. What makes you think he wants to come to my place when he made it clear that he hates everything about the idea of spending time there?”

Steve is having a party on Saturday, invited everyone over, except for Eddie. Not because he purposely meant to exclude him but because Eddie’s been teasing him about it all week. Whenever Steve mentioned his plans, Eddie made a silly comment about how lame it sounds. ‘Bet the music will be all pop and no taste.’ – ‘Just beer? Come on, Harrington, grow up.’ – ‘Oh, a sleepover? Great! Are we gonna do pillow fights and face masks and all that fancy shit, too?’

Yeah, maybe Steve has a point. Eddie really didn’t make it seem like he wanted to be part of it. And it’s not really Steve’s fault for not understanding that Eddie is doing that out of self-protecting reasons. That he’d rather pretend to hate the idea of spending the night at Steve’s than having to live with the rejection of Steve not wanting him there in the first place. Steve is oblivious.

And obviously, Eddie is too.

And okay, Steve hasn’t exactly been showing Eddie that he cares for him either. Always pretends to be annoyed at him. Always bitching about the stupidest and most inane things like – ‘Yeah how about you grow up Mr Dungeon Master?! Aren’t you a little too old to keep playing games with teens?’ – ‘Jesus, Eddie, you know there’s a thing called hair brush one can use to tame that frizzy mop on your head?’ – ‘No thank you, I don’t want to be driving around in your van. That thing looks like it’s gonna fall apart any second.’

They’re constantly bickering and bantering, always so quick to be at each other’s throats. That is, until they think that no one is looking.

Because Steve actually loves to listen to Eddie talk when he’s leading the teens through a campaign, uses all these various voices to interpret the different characters he created.

And Robin just knows Steve’s finger itch to take care of Eddie’s unruly curls himself but he would never offer, would never say it out loud.

Robin can see the way Eddie’s gaze follows Steve around Family Video when he’s talking to her while Steve is attending to another customer – a sickly sweet smile on his lips, with eyes that are basically heart-shaped.

The way he blushes whenever Steve walks around shirtless and in his stupid, tiny shorts (ugh, men), tries and fails so hard every time not to stare with his mouth hanging open.

It’s like they’re both so desperately trying to convince themselves that they hate each other, when all of their stolen glances and hidden smiles keep giving them away.

“You know how stubborn he is. I am pretty sure he would’ve said yes. But you didn’t ask and maybe now he thinks you don’t want him there. Did you think about that?”

Steve worries his bottom lip, looks like he’s contemplating what to say.

“He hates me,” is all he offers and the sadness in his eyes breaks Robin’s heart.

“Talk to him, Eddie.”

“Pff, why should I? I’m not that desperate to attend some stupid party. What do you want me to say to him? Hey, sorry for making fun of you, could I maybe still get a pity invite so I don’t have to spend my Saturday alone and miserable while you’re all having a fun time? Yeah, no. Thanks.”

She’s gonna lose it with these two at some point. Robin has been trying. Beating around the bush, talking about that stupid party like it is the real problem just because neither Steve nor Eddie are ready to admit what it is really about.

“What if I want you there. You’re my friend and I want to spend time with you too.”

“I appreciate it, Bucks. I really do. And I love to hang out with you any time. But this is Steve’s party and if he doesn’t want me there, I have to accept it.”

She wants to shake him. Yell at him to drop the act and be fucking for real, just once.

“Edward Albert Munson.”

The use of his full name has the desired effect of getting his full attention, eyes blown wide and his expression a mix of appalled and impressed.

“Can you, for the love of anything that’s holy, stop pretending to be so above everything and just tell him already?!”

She knows it’s a little unfair to put that burden on Eddie when she could’ve told Steve the same. But she knows that between the two, Eddie will be easier to convince.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie tries, but the blush on his cheeks tells her he knows exactly what she means.

“You know what I’m talking about. I’m sick and tired of watching you guys pining for each other when you could’ve been making out for weeks now if you would just fucking talk.”

“What?!” This time, Eddie seems genuinely stunned.

“You two are perfect for each other. You’re both incredibly stupid and so far up your own asses, that you don’t see what you’re missing out on.”

She crosses her arms before her chest, suppresses the urge to smile triumphantly when she sees Eddie crumble as the realisation hits.

Steve is in the kitchen, preparing some snacks and drinks, when the doorbell rings. Everyone is already there, they’re all in the living room having a great time, so Steve thinks it might just be their pizza delivery.

“Robs, can you get that?”

There’s no answer. Either she doesn’t hear him over the music or, more likely, she ignores him. Steve huffs, drops the bag of chips on the counter and goes to open the door.

He’s fumbling with his wallet, not even looking at the person standing on the bottom of his front steps, when a familiar voice gets his attention.

“Hey, Steve.”

“Eddie? What are you-“

Steve’s heart suddenly picks up speed when his eyes drift to Eddie’s lips, a small, shy smile tugging at the corners.

“I wanted to apologize. I’ve been-“

“No problem, man! I gotta say sorry, too. I should’ve just invited you and stop making such a big deal out of it.”

“Not about- okay, yeah that too but- I’m sorry for being a dick. I’m sorry for- for not being honest with you. And I get that this not the best timing but a little bird told me to man up and-“

Steve’s mind is racing. He doesn’t have a clue where Eddie is going with this. Or maybe he does but he doesn’t want to hold up his hopes because surely, Eddie isn’t going to say what he wants him to.

“I’m not sorry for making you feel like I don’t like you because the truth is, I don’t.”

Steve looks down at his own feet, needs a moment to process, a moment to breathe.

Huh?

“It’s more like, I’m totally gone for you, Steve. I want you in ways that scare me. I’m sorry for making you think I’m not head over heels in love with you and your stupid perfect hair and your annoying kindness and just... everything about you that’s had me losing sleep for weeks now.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie,” he says when he looks back up, tries not to sound too excited because he feel like he deserves just a little revenge for the way Eddie phrased his earth shattering confession and nearly gave Steve a heart attack with it.

But then Eddie’s eyes fill with tears and there’s defeat written on his face and-

No, that’s not what Steve wants.

“I’m sorry for not doing this sooner.”

He surges forward, nearly misses a step when he flings himself at Eddie, wraps his arms around the other man’s neck and draws him into a kiss.

The kiss is desperate, full of regret for depriving himself of the wonderful feeling of Eddie’s plush lips on his. Dripping with want, spilling all the words he didn’t say, words he wants Eddie to know, to feel in every part of his body.

I’m sorry for not telling you that I love you.

They are too caught up in the moment; too busy making out to notice Robin standing in the doorway, who came looking for Steve. There’s a huge smile on her face and she knows she’ll regret it because they will be insufferable together. But right now, all she is sorry for is not stepping in sooner.

Because they might be idiots but they’re her idiots and they deserve to be in love.

#steddielovemonth #day 23 #love is...#steddie fic #idiots to lovers #steve harrington #eddie munson #matchmaker Robin Buckley

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Buddie 608 meta

Buck babysitting Jee Yun was adorable, but what gets to me is that it seemed to come with more question marks than when he was looking after Chris in 301. Does that imply something about how often he babysat Christopher without Eddie present even before that little “intervention”? In any case, it re-affirms that even relatively early on, Buck was very much a part of the Diaz family. ~~

It actually feels weird that in this entire ep, Buck is around kids, talks about kids, but doesn’t address the issue of him possibly fathering a biological kid of his own that he won’t get to raise. Is this a hint that he’s def in denial? It was especially loud because we saw him talking about Chris, while spending time with Jee Yun AND Denny. The former two make sense, but Denny? The only other time we saw Buck around Denny was in 310, when the scene was primarily about Eddie watching Chris with Buck. So it feels like it’s very pointed that he’s around more kids than usual, yet not addressing the biggest issue related to that taking place in his own life.

At the same time, to connect both of the above points, the difference between how we see Buck with Jee Yun, his actual family, in this ep, and how he’s with Denny (he’s in the same scene with him, but hardly interacts with the kid, they’re even physically separated by Hen) serves as a reminder that Chris isn’t like another colleague’s child to Buck. What they have is how Buck treats his own flesh and blood. ~~

Carla reminding Eddie that the fantasy is sometimes better than the reality, when she’s the person who, in 413, encouraged him to follow his heart… Is this the show building towards Eddie’s next step on his romantic journey? IDK, but with this continued theme of him watching Christopher maturing into his own person, leaving him to find out what makes him happy outside of being a dad, it would seem to fit. ~~

I loved Buck asking whether Chris isn’t too young to date, then being asked himself to reminisce about his first crush. Which was in fact way earlier (and a reminder that not every crush is about being old enough to date). It made me snicker a little, ‘coz it was such a good reminder that our boys are a bit oblivious about matters of the heart in general. And yes, it comes from an overprotective place of caring, much like Buck’s reaction to hearing that Chris is going to a summer camp in 318, but it def explains why they’re not very good at following their own heart or figuring out what it’s telling them.

At the same time, Buck asking whether Chris isn’t too young to date, followed almost immediately by Eddie saying he didn’t think his son was old enough to kiss others, screamed VOLUMES to me about how much these are both Christopher’s dads. They literally have the same reaction where no one else from the team does. This cannot be accidental or meaningless. Especially when paired up with the fact that it’s Buck who Eddie looks to first to sooth his apprehension over Chris kissing someone, and he only turns to the other teammates when his work husband is being a bit of a tease and refuses to give Eddie the reassurance he seeks... Flirting at your place of work on top of being obvious co-parents, seriously? ~~

I loved Buck’s comment about the song “It’s Raining Men.” It wasn’t just a funny comment on its own, it was also a nod to a gay anthem. One of the most well known as well as one of the earliest ganthems (that should be a word), in fact. So while it’s not a clear indication of anything about Buck’s sexual identity, it is an added hint in a long series of hints that he isn’t straight. And to add to that, when Buck makes that comment, it’s Eddie who’s there by his side to make one of his iconic faces at that. They’re not just battlefield boyfriends, they’re battlefield husbands, exasperated eye roll included. ~~

NGL, May and her crush Darius realizing where they’d rather be, or better yet with whom, after their ordeal with Erik very much reminded me of 414. Buck CHOSE to fully integrate himself into Eddie’s life and be by his side in every way that counts, while he literally saw Taylor and immediately started walking in the opposite direction, while Eddie broke up with Ana shortly after. It kills me that they still don’t get what stuff like that means. Literal bozos. ~~

Eddie threatening to only speak to Carla about stuff related to his son growing up might have been said in jest, but it also served as sort of a set up for her being the one to stay with Eddie and watch Chris outside the dance. And I adored that scene, with that soft look on Eddie’s face, his moving words! Yet, I can’t see either this arc, nor Buck’s with the sperm donation, being complete without the two of them having a real conversation about what’s going on with them and their respective parental journeys. Especially not after the Buddie stuff we got in 5b which locked them in as each other’s person forever. There’s no coming back from that stuff. So I can only assume that it is coming in 6b. And hopefully, it will be all the more emotionally effective for how long we have to wait for it. Hey, that’s the whole point of a slow burn to begin with, right? ;)

~~ Thank you to everyone liking, reblogging and especially those who consistently reblog these meta posts, you own a small piece of my heart. I wouldn’t be writing a meta post on a day when I’m sick AND working a double shift if it wasn’t my way of saying thank you. I really love and appreciate you all. Also mad love to @whosoldherout for once again slaying with her amazing gifs, and just for being so wonderful. xoxox

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie gif #buddie gifs #buddieedit #911edit #911 gif #911gif #911gifs #911 gifs #wm #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

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Nacho and Lalo both showing interest in the same girl and trying to woo her so they can share her?

notes: render is female, pre-throuple, Lalo is Lalo and Nacho tries to keep up with him. words: 930

It was a strange night in an even stranger club. Lalo didn't seem to be in sync with how his dealers were having fun, let alone the chicanos working for Tuco. But since Tuco wasn't there anymore, it was Lalo's turn to take charge. That included attending those out-of-place gatherings where everyone drank and looked for any girl to hook up with quickly and smoke something together. Lalo was probably too old for those things, but there was no excuse for Nacho. He was so uninterested in attending that he just stayed in a corner, talking and drinking with Lalo about business. It was the only thing they talked about, as if they truly had no interest in wasting their time on trivial matters.

Lalo kept watching the people around him while Nacho was more interested in staring at the liquid in his beer, moving the bottle back and forth as he listened to reggaeton playing in the background.

"Eh, cabrón. Mira a esa vieja"(Hey, man. Look at that lady) Lalo's voice snapped Nacho out of his trance, with a pat on his shoulder and a nod with his lips, Lalo pointed at you.

You were near the speakers, trying to ignore the guy who wouldn't stop hitting on you despite your persistent refusals.

"Está bien chula la cabrona..."(She's quite hot, damn...) Lalo mentioned with a smile on his face, quickly glancing at Nacho and realizing that he seemed interested too.

"Es bonita" (She's pretty) Nacho was somewhat reserved. He had seen you before and exchanged a few words with you in the past, but nothing too serious.

"¿Bonita? No mames, es un pinche mujerón" (Pretty? Damn, she's a fucking bombshell)

Both of them kept looking at you for a few minutes until you decided to move from that spot and walk towards the bar, resting your arms on the counter and turning your back to them. Lalo chuckled, and Nacho looked away when he realized he was being too obvious. However, Lalo wasn't exactly the most subtle guy in the world, so he soon got up from where he was and walked over to the bar to stand next to you. He wasted no time ordering a tequila on the rocks and offering you a drink.

"You look a bit bored, darling" Lalo mentioned as he leaned on the bar and observed you closely.

"More than bored, somewhat disappointed" you said as you took a sip of your drink.

"Disappointed?" he asked with a more interested tone. "And why is that, princess?"

"I thought the men here would be more interesting, but all they do is brag about their money and their guns."

Lalo noticed how you briefly glanced at the revolver he had on the edge of his jeans and made a comment with an obvious hint. Perhaps he thought you were already shutting him down to prevent him from trying to flirt with you.

"You should have gone somewhere else, sweetheart. What were you expecting living in a place like this?" he teased, and you saw something in his eyes that sparkled in the darkness of the club.

"Not you, definitely" you replied playfully. Lalo noticed your wit and smiled. "Aren't you a bit too old to be in clubs like this?"

"Don't let the gray hair deceive you, darling." Instead of getting offended, Lalo became even more interested in you. Not many girls mentioned his age and avoided his flirting. "Don't you like mature men?"

"It depends..."

"Depends on what?"

"Depends on whether he can buy me another whisky or not."

Your words made him burst into laughter due to your straightforward way of speaking. If Lalo was literally interested in you before, now he had your undivided attention.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the club, Nacho watched as Lalo made moves on you and seemed to be succeeding. Something inside him bothered him. He didn't precisely know what it was, but he felt uncomfortable seeing how easily Lalo managed to get close to you when Nacho had previously struggled to approach you with intentions of flirting. Nacho took one last sip of his beer, got up from where he was, walked towards the two of you, and positioned himself next to you to order another beer.

"Nachito" Lalo caught Ignacio's attention, also making you look at him. "Don't you want to join the conversation? Here, our lovely... What's your name, sweetheart?"

After telling him your name, Lalo smiled and continued. "Here, our little princess thinks Mexican men are boring. What do you think about that?"

"No, no. I didn't say they were boring" you laughed as you shook your head.

Nacho furrowed his brow and smiled at you, leaning a bit closer to get a better look at you.

"We're boring?" Nacho's voice had a playful tone.

"I didn't say you were boring... Your friend here is just misinterpreting my words" you excused yourself while pointing at Lalo, who simply raised his hands and feigned innocence.

"So... the princess thinks we only show off money and guns, huh?" Lalo added as he took a sip of the new beer he had ordered.

"Well, only idiots boast about those things" Nacho added, looking at you, and you looked back at him. You revealed a certain chemistry between the two of you.

"I think you need to meet real men, darling..."

Lalo exchanged a knowing glance with Nacho, and he understood what he meant. They both moved a bit closer to you, and you felt Lalo's warm hand resting on the lower part of your back.

#better call saul x reader #breaking bad x reader #bcs x reader #nacho varga #nacho varga x reader #nacho bcs #ignacio varga #one short #request #lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca imagine

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aeor-is-for-reccing · 6 days

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No Magic AU's!

This week, we've got nine (nein) fics that explore what the wizards would be like without magic. Answer: racecar drivers, teachers, lab mates, and rock climbers - but also pretty much the same. Check the fics out beneath the cut, and as always - comment and kudos if you like them!

when the lights go out by 06151126 (27309, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: self distructive behavior

Essek Thelyss is back on the grid after a few years away from racing. Caleb Widogast is on the run from his past, he finds a place to settle down as a mechanic at Brenatto's Garage. When Essek visits the garage in the middle of the F1 summer break, Caleb's past collides with his present in an unprecedented way.

Reccer says: Something I would have never thought of but incredibly gripping and suits them well

all this science i don't understand by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi) (8858, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Small-town high school science teacher Caleb Widogast has his life more or less figured out, or so he thinks. Then an unexpected variable gets thrown into the equation in the form of the new addition to the teaching staff: the handsome and clever Essek Thelyss.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Sleep, With Benifits by KmacKatie (62272, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Shadowgast romcom where they both fail at communication. they get there in the end

Reccer says: it's very sweet, they're both in love with each other and it's obvious to everyone but them

Unexpected Thrills by nox_nocturnal (5082, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb gives Essek a ride on his motorcycle and they're both pining professors.

Reccer says: Extremely vivid descriptions and amazing pining

Resonance Broadening by toneofjoy (51665, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: None

Shadowgast as labmates, enimes to lovers.

Reccer says: I liked it!

gloamings end by toneofjoy (60183, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

climbing AU where Bren and Essek are competitors, but get along really well despite Essek's best efforts

Reccer says: an interesting exploration of Essek's attraction with him still being very much ace. also, I have learned so much about climbing

The Kitchen Sink by mousecookie (17126, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Modern AU where Essek is a supermodel, Caleb does odd jobs, and they keep running into each other and finding ways they are connected

Reccer says: It's funny!

no place to go (let it snow!) by Dragonslaeyr (20586, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

It's the busiest travel time of the year, but Caleb Widogast can't find anyone at Uthodurn International Airport to buy his spare ticket to Rexxentrum. Maybe it's because it's the Day of Heart and Hearth, the flight is already delayed by twelve hours, and the extra seat is under the name ‘Frumpkin.’ ...Or maybe it's because he only wants one person to make the trip with him, but Essek Thelyss is bound for an entirely different destination.

Reccer says: An amazing, cozy and romantic holiday movie of a fic

primogeniture by quanshi (burningdarkfire) (2850, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Trent Ikithon controls the largest media and entertainment company in the world. His three adopted children are making plans for the future. Essek wants in.

Reccer says: A succession AU, hot and doomed to heartbreak but very, very tasty

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with Older Favorites!

#shadowgast #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #critical role #cr fic recs #fan fiction rec list #modern au fic

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magnoliapromenadegalleria · 8 months

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Ray didn't do anything wrong. I know that might be a controversial take right now with Sand's heart break being so fresh, and Boston has been overdue for some black Air Force 1 energy for a minute, but before you wanna tussle, hear me out. Don't touch the mic, and hear me out. They had some open communication that they were friends. Friends who obviously have a deep attraction to each other who either occasionally hook up, or at the very least are playing a very intense game of chicken, but friends nonetheless.

Sand has said this on multiple occasions. He has said that he would never take someone like Ray as his boyfriend. That Ray is not his special person. In Yoh's kitchen Ray asked Sand if he was okay with what they were doing, and Sand said yes and that they wouldn't develop it. He can differentiate between love and sex. In Ray's car after Mew called for help, Sand said he didn't have a right to be mad at Ray. Despite how Sand feels, he is communicating that he does not take Ray seriously and that he doesn't see him in that way.

To those around them it is obvious that there is something there. Yoh, Boston, Nick, Mew, and even Sand's momma have all made comments about them. Ol' girl Summer sensed there was something between them and she knew Ray all of two seconds, and made her exit like a lady. To us as viewers there is that same clarity that there is something there. We see how they look and react to one another.

So why is it not clear to Ray? Ray sees Sand's reactions, what is he not getting? Well...because Ray can't read minds. I think at this point it is fair to say that Ray will take what you're saying at face value. He's usually not going to argue with you. Even if you take his feelings for Mew out of the equation, Sand and him both agreed that this wouldn't be anything more than what they mutually agreed on. He knows he hurt Sand by leaving him for Mew, but is that because he has a clear understanding on how Sand feels, or is it because he felt bad for leaving him? He knows Sand is upset after the fight with Boston, but is that because he knows Sand is falling/has fallen for him, or because he felt he ruined Sand's birthday with his own drama? It is very possible that they are not looking at these situations through the same lens.

I personally had to learn that even though how I know how I feel and my emotions are clear TO ME, that does not mean they are clear to everyone else. Even if they sense something is off, if I don't communicate my feelings they won't know. Everyone occupies the center of their own universe. No one can know how you feel better than you do unless you speak. We know how Sand feels because we were able to get his commentary. We have an idea of what Ray feels because what he may not convey in words, he does with how he looks at Sand. They are not getting the same insight into each other like we are with them. I wrote earlier that they had open communication between them in Yoh's kitchen. "Open" but not "honest". Sand is not being honest with Ray to avoid heartbreak, I'd say that's a wash, and Ray isn't being honest with himself because of what he thinks he feels for Mew still lingers. Their actions are honest. The time they spend together, their banter, their touches. Their words are not. It will be interesting to see the breakdown in communication the more their feelings for one another mature.

Edit: I wanted to add, Ray does not owe Sand an explanation when it comes to his feelings for Mew. Another controversial take right now, I know. They may act like a couple, but they are not one, and Sand already clocked that Ray was using him as a distraction last episode. Now that Sand knows, he needs to think about what he wants to do moving forward.

#only friends the series #only friends the series spoilers #only friends #ofts #thai drama #thai bl #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #force jiratchapong #book kasidet #mark pakin #neo nimtawat #lookjun bhasidi #sandray #sanray #topmew #bostonnick

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some nsfw lilidia headcanons? 🫣

Anonymous asked:

💙 ANON HERE

I REALIZED I NEVER ASKED FOR THE LILIDIA HC!!!

Anyways we know the drill.

Lilidia head canons food please 😌🤲

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Yesss finally, people are asking for Lilidia headcanons! FINALLY… I’ve been training my whole life for this.

Once again, I am very happy you guys are enjoying Lilia/Idia, this is so special and so fun.

A quick note before we start: we’re obviously posting this way before Crimson Muscle and Gloomy Samurai meet irl, if you know what I mean, so these headcanons are more speculative than usual. I’ll just cross my fingers and wish that every single thing I’m about to describe becomes canon lol

With that out of the way, the headcanons:

When Idia first realised that his gaming buddy he’d been crushing on is actually Lilia, he got a little bit concerned, because Lilia is quite different from the image of an experienced and mature dominant older man he had in his head. With the way Lilia looks and acts, he is definitely not Idia’s type, or at least he thought he wasn’t until they got into bed and Lilia unleashed his dominant older man power on poor Idia. After that, the realisation hit Idia again: wow, it really is Crimson Muscle-shi, huh.

Lilia is quite amused by Idia. Firstly, the whole situation about him being Gloomy Samurai is still funny to Lilia, not to mention that it was painfully obvious that his gaming buddy had a crush on him. And it’s one thing to see it in how awkward he gets in the chat sometimes, but seeing him all flustered and nervous and panicking because he’s just a socially inept virgin who doesn’t know what to do with his crush? Lilia’s always had a soft spot for introverts. But what Lilia never expected is that he would get to have sex with a Shroud. Pink hair yaaay~

Before the realisation that Crimson Muscle is Lilia, Idia had sex dreams about him, even though the image of the man was very vague and kind of like a combination of certain traits Idia would find attractive, or just his avatar character. Although what Idia does remember very well every morning is the way the man groped and fucked him in his dreams. It goes without saying, but these dreams always leave Idia very horny and frustrated. Idia finds this whole thing extremely cringy and embarrassing, but at the same time he can’t really help it. When he first saw Lilia himself in his dream, it became even more embarrassing. And even more arousing for some reason.

Sometimes the way Crimson Muscle replies to him in chat leaves Idia kind of horny. This mysterious man just has this weird ability to transform Idia from smug and confident into shy and trembling inside in one sentence. And when Lilia gets intentionally flirty, Idia is completely at his mercy. Lilia has tons of fun with how obvious Idia’s reactions are even through the monitor: he had sensed that Gloomy Samurai is quite submissive way before he found out that he is Idia.

And Lilia himself is, once again, very dominant. He is definitely going to act cutely at first, just to flirt and playfully mess with Idia, but when he sees that the cute part doesn’t really do anything but make him uncomfortable (which is also fun for Lilia, to be fair), he’ll start treating him the way he’s always treated the boys he’s slept with: with teasing, but demanding tone, experienced yet very selfish and greedy touch, and actions that would be too much for a regular pillow-princess type of a virgin, but perfect for Idia.

Lilia is very talkative. Sometimes he is playful and even mocking: he’s asking Idia embarrassing questions about how he feels and comments on how tight and tense he is. But it’s not like he’s all fluffy, sometimes his comments get quite harsh and degrading, especially since he sees that Idia enjoys it when he’s being mean to him. It’s not unnatural for general Vanrouge to talk to his lover this way though, he’s done much, much worse.

It’s also not unusual for Idia to mention some bizarre sex thing he’s seen in some hentai as a joke, and Lilia’s reaction is almost always “yeah, I’ve done it”. This scares Idia, but at the same time kind of intrigues him. Although he’s always afraid that Lilia is just trolling him (he isn’t). Or even worse: if Idia expresses that he doesn’t believe Lilia, he’s just going to do that thing with him to prove a point (he really is going to).

Lilia is definitely taking advantage of the fact that he can float, both with regular sex and oral. Idia is very tall, but it’s never an issue for Lilia: he can reach his butt literally whenever he wants. Sometimes as a surprise, just because he enjoys the way Idia flinches and jumps when spooked.

Lilia bites. He’s not as horrible as the tweels, but he does like to leave a bite mark or two on Idia’s neck, when he gets especially aroused during sex. It’s like Idia is dating a vampire or something…

I feel like I owe this one to people: Lilia is bigger than he is supposed to be logically and anatomically. He’s not as monstrously big as I (half-jokingly) draw him, but still big enough to make Idia feel him surprisingly deep and choke on him. To Idia, it really does feel like he is inside some hentai doujin sometimes. Especially when Lilia fills Idia, and Idia feels like he’s about to pass out, because this isn’t even a cream pie anymore, this is something indescribable.

#replies #headcanons #lilidia

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'what if the competition between Lando and Oscar turns bad?' between my landoscar post and comments on other SM content it made me want to get weird in notepad again

I'm tagging @481boxboxbaby and @twinkodium who've asked but I'm sorry if someone's asked to be tagged and I missed it! also tagging @huntscunt who's tags put this idea in my little head

(caveat that I'm a casual fan who happens to have been around F1 fans all my life so this is just my not remotely official perspective lol)

just to state I think it's a given that we're all so excited for McLaren's future with these two is that Lando and Oscar feel like generational talents. and they're also very different as drivers and every race is exciting to watch even just for them. also the fact that Oscar was the jolt of competition that Lando needed.

and honestly I'd be more worried about their future harmony if they hadn't already had so many highly competitive and charged moments in their first season together:

Oscar came in at a surprisingly even level with Lando apart from the obvious difference in experience. he's taken risks that have on balance landed decently on the side of ballsy/respectable vs total failure and the time spent as reserve driver hadn't deteriorated any of his ability. so it was fair to worry for a while if Lando would take the competition as motivation or frustration esp after the disparity between him and DR in 2022.

I really liked the sort of respectful if tentative camaraderie Oscar and Lando showed each other when the car was an absolute tractor. but I liked it even more the fact that the turnaround at McLaren by Silverstone saw them both still in such a good place while being very competitive. that was I think the start of us seeing that Oscar wanted to prove himself a real team player and good teammate by starting the habit of showing up consistently for Lando's podiums/qualis.

the pit lane ding-dong in Monza was definitely the biggest test they've had - and that a lot of teammates will ever have - and the whole thing was handled really well all around. Andrea did the right thing of being big bad boss and Lando was quick to say that it was prob down to misjudgement (which is what I always thought) and that they still respect each other the same. I wasn't as active then so I can't remember if Oscar was asked for a response but I do remember my friends/family telling me that it was impressive how that didn't cause any major damage between the drivers since that's a pretty major incident to happen so early in a new partnership.

side note here to say that the ppl around me who've been watching F1 since the 90s overall feel like the hothead in-fighting with teammates seems to be fading/getting less intense with the younger generations. maybe it's because alpha male mentality seems cringe to gen z or because awareness of mental health is way more prevalent. Gasly and Ocon are relatively young drivers but even there the situation is pretty rare and because of hanging onto childhood grudges. I don't get the impression that any of the people around me feel like the Norris/Piastri partnership is likely to blow up or generate bitterness just because they're competing so closely ??

it's fair to say that Oscar has seemed genuinely happy to acknowledge that Lando is the McLaren brand representative and the established fan favorite within the sport as well as the team's fanbase. he's extremely mature for his years and incredibly well-balanced in terms of ambition. he's almost tailor made as a perfect compliment to Lando. EDITED TO ADD: see Oscar's almost lifelong friendship with Logan Sargeant as an example of Oscar having duked it out on track with someone for years while remaining close friends the whole time. and this was Oscar interrupting his own victory radio message to say how awfully he felt for Logan crashing out early. and that this is what Oscar felt about his and Lando's partnership toward the end of the season.

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Silverstone is a perfect encapsulation of how Lando has felt about Oscar from the very start and this was so beautiful to say.

Lando has measured himself by Lewis Hamilton-level goals since karting. Oscar wants to qualify well and win races. Lando was brought into F1 extremely young coming off of huge expectations and has placed enormous pressure on himself since as early as his second year in F1. Oscar has taken a business-like approach to his career since he was 14 and his calm sense of focus and determination comes from focusing on the race ahead and not letting much else in.

Lando's emotions being driven by his superstar destiny/status and Oscar's ability to have calm perspective even during a race is as solid a foundation as you can get in an F1 partnership honestly. they'll absolutely have the same conflicts that all teammates do and the media and DTS will explode those out of all proportion (both of which I ignore anyway). but I really can't see Oscar suddenly flying off the handle or holding grudges and I can't see Lando becoming a driver who suddenly wants to sustain a bad relationship with his teammate after all these years. Oscar is very clearly not the type to develop a crazy ego and Lando genuinely has more of an insane high self-expectation complex than that big of an ego.

even setting aside the parasocial widely felt agreement that they seem to genuinely like and respect each other, neither of them are alpha types and they're not both superstars jostling for publicity and they didn't come up together with a ton of existing history. idk it's just not on the F1 cards that they become icy or resentful.

so while I know no one can see the future and they're both relatively young and could change I don't really feel apprehensive?? and it's way too early to know if either of them will split from McLaren or when. especially if the car stays competitive with RB and Merc then it's the best place for both of them for the foreseeable (and prob most likely since competitive openings elsewhere look to be scant for the next 5ish? years but pls correct me if that's wrong!).

side side side note: I personally would not want to see Lando at RB. I know he's itching to try that car but unless RB and Max change drastically before then, Lando would positively shrivel up there. he's a superstar and he needs to be someplace he can be a superstar. it's also why I'm glad Carlos and Daniel moved along bc that's why those friendships are still so strong. we saw what had begun to happen when Lando was eclipsing Daniel and I don't even want to think about Carlos and his family if Carlos was teammates with a dominant Lando.

#mine

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nightwatch 2 was a great episode! and it really built on all the good stuff that came from nightwatch 1: a look at the teams' personal lives, a killer fight scene, and good emotional storytelling. it's definitely meant to be a happier episode, though, and it does it well by showing positive progression for the characters (kai finally opening up to someone, chase helping ernie learn to stay still and being a friend) and in particular, lucy and of course kacy. as lucy sums up in the beginning of the episode, nightwatch 2 celebrates kacy's awesomeness as a couple (and as individuals) and how far they've come.

nightwatch 2 is filled with a lot of great parallels that help the episode come together as a fitting full circle moment:

lucy being called in during a date and being forced to go fetch whistler because she's the only one who knows whistler's routine vs. whistler already being there because she knows lucy's routine and taking care of lucy's a big part of whistler's routine now, and she immediately jumps to help lucy. whistler being asked to help in s1 on her off day because they needed her vs. whistler not being needed but staying on her off day anyway because she wants to be there to support the team and lucy

whistler outright asking about the cupcake and the anniversary message (in our fridge! bc they live together!), the open dialogue between them this episode compared to s1 nightwatch when they were walking on eggshells around each other because of confusing relationship status (are we friends or just exes) and things left unsaid (whistler's promotion and lucy's loved confession)

kate and lucy finishing each other's jokes, proudly showing off their chemistry in front of ernie, kate openly showing her worry and outrage in front of tennant when she could barely acknowledge lucy in front of their colleagues before (whistler even going as far as basically telling tennant she didn't agree with the decision to leave lucy alone with joe and keep hpd out of it).

their strong chemistry and banter is still there in 1x20, but it dies a quick death when the conversation, naturally, gets more personal and crashes into the gigantic wall erected between them after the breakup. throughout s2 (and especially in 2x19 and 2x20), it's allowed to flourish and develop, it's so apparent and obvious it ends up constantly on the receiving end of Ernie's teasing comments ('heart-eyes' and 'so now you're a comedy team')

lucy getting to show off how she's matured and grown since her time afloat, properly reading the situation with joe, talking him down, not panicking even with a gun trained on her and him getting violent with her, and handling the situation almost singlehandedly

kate showing her growth and experience as an agent, coming in with the timely rescue to save both lucy and joe (taking out the guy who hurt/tried to kill lucy ala lucy taking out andrea medina, whistler being able to prevent Lucy from looking like the bloody mess she was in 1x20)

1x20 parallel with the tables turning on lucy, she's the one getting scolded this time for going off on her own, whistler's the one getting upset at her for almost getting killed and fussing over lucy using the compress (an elbow to the face eliciting the same frustrated reaction as blood, head trauma, and a cracked rib makes me feel something). funny enough, both times their arguing is interrupted by their bosses arriving. while lucy talks up kate to curtis even tho she's mad at her, kate doesn't even attempt to hide her offense from tennant at lucy waltzing back into danger and leaving her ice pack. (also Whistler being so annoyed and concerned for lucy's safety she gets involved as backup on a case she and fbi have absolutely no role in Lol)

whistler hugging a crying lucy at the crime scene in front of their colleagues, whistler in nightwatch 1 having to stand there helplessly, watching lucy cry because lucy doesn't want her to talk or come closer, while whistler in nightwatch 2 is allowed to do exactly that to comfort lucy after her emotionally grueling day.

in 1x20, they end the episode separated with lucy walking away while 2x20 ends with lucy moving closer to kate at the crime scene and at the bar

kate spends the latter half of s1 chasing after lucy, trying to win her back. kate can't go after lucy at the end of 1x20 because of injury and lucy telling her not to say anymore, obviously asking for space and distance so kate's left there alone. after they finally talk in a roundabout interrogation (lol) in 1x21, they're friends again, and they're supposed to move on, kate finally stops chasing.

then we get to 2x20 and kate spends the episode trailing after lucy (she's still going): she heads to pearl to see lucy on nightwatch, goes after lucy after she walks out of the conference room to make sure she has backup, goes after lucy when she's in trouble on the boat, and walks up behind her after joe leaves. lucy handles a lot of the case on her own, but kate is always right around the corner in case she needs her.

lucy being on unsteady footing all of nightwatch 1 because she just came from a date and is now suddenly thrust into a case with her ex, had to see her looking hot at the beach, had to see the aftermath of said ex getting beaten up by a trained assassin knowing how close she was to dying, had to hear about a promotion her ex turned down to stay close to her and throwing everything she knew and assumed about their relationship for a loop, had to somehow pull herself together after finding out her ex did in fact care and was serious about them and still broke her heart anyway. lucy is hit with nonstop emotional blow after emotional blow and can't trust her feelings or her judgement. being around whistler just makes it worse so she puts some distance between them, moving back when she steps closer, leaving when she tries to talk.

lucy in nightwatch 2 is steady and sure the entire episode. she starts the case off in 1x20 rattled, but she starts off 2x20 happy and excited, she's in a good stable relationship that leaves no room for doubts, is able to trust her feelings and intuition about joe, is able to appeal emotionally to him and when she finally does let herself cry at the end, she can lean on whistler, wants nothing more than to be around whistler. whistler's a steady pillar for her in nw2 vs. the unsteady, emotional minefield she was in nw1

both cases in 1x20 and 2x20 leave lucy feeling terrible for different reasons. in the former, kate is the cause, the lingering pain from the breakup + seeing kate hurt + finding out about the promotion are a deadly mix for lucy. in the latter, kate isn't the problem, she's the support. she's there physically and emotionally for lucy, doesn't hesitate to tell her she was right and how proud she is of her while in 1x20 its more implied when she mentions medina's takedown, like kate is afraid she might say too much, push too far. the ending of 1x20 leaves both lucy and kate emotionally devastated, lucy finally letting all her emotions out and then steeling herself to go on a date to try to move on and forcing herself to have fun. at the end of 2x20, she goes on a date with whistler, nothing's forced (except whistler wanting them to diligently follow the script LMAO) lets herself be silly and do things like steal whistlers fries, breaking character, both of them laughing at themselves, being free and easy and comfortable

zero stakes because we're two strangers in a bar and youre only here visiting from dc so this'll be a fun hookup vs. zero stakes because this literally a zero stakes non-anniversary, we're just having fun on a date, reliving a moment neither of us knew would change our lives forever, in a comfortable, committed relationship we never thought we would have, sharing an intimacy we couldn't have before. zero stakes because ill never see you again vs. zero stakes because I love you and us and nothings going to change that

whistler being all touchy feely at the bar, leaning in super close and touching her hand, relaxed and comfortable vs. whistler in 1x10 still visibly trying to let her guard down even in an exclusive pop-up restaurant with almost no chance of seeing anyone from work, and still surprising lucy by reaching out across the table to hold her hand, being so hush-hush about their relationship that even something as simple as that in public was a big milestone for them. a whistler who's in love and not shy to show it vs. a whistler still trying to come to terms with everything and make the leap

whistler being hesitant about most of lucy's date ideas in s1 to now being super excited to recreate their first meeting, being on board with lucy's unconventional non-anniversary celebration, being able to let go and have fun with her unabashedly

lucy meeting whistler the first time at the bar she'd go to compartmentalize and be seen as a regular person outside of her job, whistler who was so remarkable she helped lucy forget for an entire weekend vs. lucy going back to that bar with whistler, winding down after a tough case and having someone shoulder that weight with her, someone who's ready to comfort her and stand with her (whether it's reassuring that lucy did the right thing or reassuring her that this date idea isn't silly and is actually super romantic), who also knows how to take her mind off it, whos helping her through it with love and compassion because she knows the job, understands the struggle she's going through, was there for her during the final confrontation and wants to be there for her now. lucy doesnt have to hide or swerve around her job, she can be open about it and share it with whistler, whistler who met lucy tara retail worker or lucy tara finance broker first, whistler who wanted things to be professional, but ended up falling for lucy anyway, whistler who's always seen and known lucy the person underneath it all. recreating their first meeting is a cute non-anniversary date idea, but it also helps separate them from the case and the day they've had, let's lucy be lucy from hawaii and whistler be kate from dc and lets them live in a happy moment from the past with all the perks of their present day relationship

I think Yasmine sums it up perfectly in the interview she gave about the episode: “That was fun to play in this scene especially because since it is a recreation, it’s the trying to be how we used to be and playing all of that out. But then clearly obviously we have a relationship now and just seeing the transformation from where I know Kate was to where Kate is and the fact that she even wants to do this is, I just think it’s so adorable and it’s so cute and Lucy loves that.”

how far they've come indeed

also kai trying to eat his spam musubi and lucy trying to eat her junk food and getting interrupted by a person (johnson and whistler) and then the case is the best parallel of all time

#ncis hawaii #kacy #lucy tara #kate whistler #it took me a few days but the ep finally hit me LMAO #og nightwatch is still my queen but nightwatch 2 is a very close second #nightwatch 2 electric boogaloo was so fun i owe amy my life #i was kinda neutral about the 2n3d backstory before but now youll have to pry it out of my cold dead hands #also lucy being worried that kate was upset about the non-anniversary thing turning into kate being so excited to celebrate it ill scream #I don't usually readmore these but jesus this got long I feel like i said the same thing 10 times LMAO #its funny bc nw1 kate cant do anything right and in nw2 kate checks every box perfectly #some of this isnt even parallels some of this is just me obsessing over stuff #like the whistler following lucy thing might be a stretch but come on LOL its cute #2x19 whistlers glued to lucys side 2x20 shes following behind her when is she gonna be in front of her kissing her again-

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For the Heart

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis x reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: no not at all. This idea popped in my head at midnight the other night and couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Prompt: You are Elvis Presley’s latest girlfriend. You are a new actor in Hollywood and fall head over heels with him on set and your whirlwind romance begins. | [Fem!Reader ]

TW: Sexxx. Cussing, masturbation, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/tension, some spanking, dom!Elvis, unprotected p in v, cream pie, short time skips, inaccurate to Elvis timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors

Do NOT Interact)

| Word Count: 7.2k

A/N: Hi guys this is my first fic I’ve written in 8 years so I’m really nervous about it lol. But I really hope you do enjoy and like this story. Please feel free to comment and message me your thoughts I’d love the feedback! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

April 1967

You were laying in bed wrapped up in blankets, staring a hole into the ceiling. Glancing over at the clock, you see it's 1:30 am and let out a sigh. You know you should be fast asleep by now but you’re restless tonight. Being alone in Elvis’ room when he wasn't here was always so lonely and made this mansion seem so much bigger than it actually was.

The scent of him lingered in the primary suite and surrounded you like a warm blanket. Even when he wasn’t here, you felt his presence in the halls and wished he was here by your side now. You were so accustomed to staying up late hours with how Elvis lived his everyday rock and roll lifestyle. Sleeping all day and partying all night was something your system got used to so when he wasn't around and was shooting his next movie in Hollywood, your body would just naturally stay up missing those nights.

It was June of 1965 and you just turned twenty-one a few days ago. That was the day, you broke the news to your parents that you were ready to move to California and pursue your dreams of being an actor. They were stubborn and uncompliant at first, stating all the obvious things like, “you don’t know anyone there!” and “it’s too dangerous for a girl like you!” But you were determined, you were ready for the next step in your life, you couldn’t stay here and rot away. You booked your one-way ticket to Los Angeles International Airport and kissed your parents goodbye and stepped on that plane and knew your life will never be the same.

You would write to your parents every day about how great things were going and how the first time you stepped off the plane, you really felt at home. It was hard for them to let you go and move so far away from home. They thought you would be a Colorado girl forever but you were enthralled by movies and the dazzling lights of Hollywood. You knew from a very early age that was where you belonged. So after graduating high school, you took acting lessons, singing lessons, and anything else to make yourself a dynamic artist. You worked at the local diner working 6 days a week and saved half your tips into a jar you labeled, “for the city of angels.”

You hadn’t had much luck at first and naturally, you felt discouraged. As a new actor in Hollywood, this place scared you. The competition is fierce and the beauty is unmatched.

But of course, just as you’re ready to give up, someone notices you and you book a job. At first, you were getting little magazine jobs, modeling in the background of pictures, or getting background roles on tv shows. Things were really looking up as you were booking more and more consistently and your happiness grew.

At the start of 1966, you are gaining momentum in your career and actually getting speaking roles in tv and film! You can’t believe this is your life and you’re starting to earn a living this way. A few weeks into January, you get a call from your manager, Alan, that you just got booked for a new exciting film but you had to be discreet.

“Well, that’s amazing Alan! Can’t you tell me what it’s for?! You can’t just tell me you have good news but can’t even tell me what it is! I promise not to say a word!” Your heart is racing with anticipation. Could this be my big break? Would this completely change my path?

That’s putting it mildly.

“Okay okay y/n, I’ll tell you but you just can’t say anything yet. So that audition you did a few weeks ago, about the race-car driver and the girls trying to marry him, you got the part of one of the girls and- ”

“Oh my gosh seriously?! No way! This is the biggest speaking role I’ve ever gotten oh my gosh Alan this is amazing! But wait, why do I have to keep this hush-hush?”

Alan laughs, amused by the excitement in your voice, “Well I was trying to get to that but you got excited. Alright, the big part of this is who the lead is… it’s Elvis Presley y/n. You’re going to be in a movie with the Elvis Presley in Spinout!”

You jump up from the sofa and start to scream. You could not believe what he was telling you! All that work and all the times you felt like giving up were worth it.

You had loved Elvis for as long as you could remember. Your father absolutely hated when you would blast his records in the living room. He thought he was a terrible influence and was going to ruin society. You would just laugh at your father and play it over and over again not caring. You loved this man’s voice and the way he moved… you had no idea what was happening to your body but it was like you were mesmerized by his hips and the way he would move on the stage.

The stern conversation you got with your parents when you decided to sneak into the living room to watch him on TV with Sinatra. They were repulsed by that boy on television and catching you of all people watching it was just unbelievable to them. But you couldn’t care less. You really liked it. His energy and charisma was contagious and you could never get enough of him. This man had a way of drawing people in like a moth to a flame, irresistible in every way.

You'll never forget your first day on set and you were racked with nerves just before meeting Elvis. You checked your hair and makeup a million times in the mirror before you heard the knock on your trailer door. You opened the door and all you could see were those sparkling cobalt eyes looking back into yours.

The energy he possessed was so undeniably attractive and you tried to fight it in every way but your heart and your body got in the way of all of that. He greets you with so much kindness and charm you want to faint.

“Hi dear, I'm Elvis Presley, it's a pleasure to meet you. Can't wait to work with you these next few months,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You blush instantly and want to hide your face from him that this was the reaction he got out of you just from a ten second exchange! How the hell were you going to make it through your lines with him?!

He had the southern charm that made you smile whether you wanted to or not and showed so much kindness to everyone on set. But the way he would look at you in particular, was enough to make you a stuttering mess. Those deep blue eyes stared into yours and you knew you were doomed into falling in love with him.

He’d ask you to come and hang out with him in his dressing room between shots and just get to know you more. He made you feel calm, and at peace. He was a great listener and made you feel like he really cared about what you had to say.

That peace got placed on pause when his body touched yours. Whether it was a hug or when he put his hand on your thigh, your heart pounded in your ears and you couldn’t help but want him more than anything. He had so much sexual energy that you couldn't fight and he knew it. You weren’t oblivious that this was the man that millions of women fawned over and threw themselves at him any chance they got. He was no angel but it didn’t bother you too much. It came with the territory and knew there was nothing you could do about it.

In those alone moments, Elvis made you feel like the only girl on this planet and you just loved it. It was like a dance you two had. He’d touch your hand and you’d touch his hand back. He’d brush you hair off your face and you’d reach over and touch his perfect face, pretending he had a crumb on it or something. It never failed to send a thrill through you and you could tell he loved it when you would touch him so gently. The crew could tell he favored giving attention to you and would tease you about it. You would act as if you had no idea what they were talking about but you knew you two had an attraction for each other like nothing else you’ve ever experienced.

A month into you being on set with Elvis, one night in his dressing room, he pulls you in close and asks you to be his girlfriend. You smile the biggest smile you’ve ever made in your life and whisper yes. He pulls you into his arms and gives you this deep passionate kiss that makes you melt into him. You’ve never felt so happy.

Those beautiful memories of your lover snap you back to reality making you realize it's another night of being by yourself. What you would give to go back a year and revisit those moments together. A tinge of sadness strikes your heart but Elvis was almost done filming his latest picture. He’d be home in 5 days and you could not wait. It had been a long three months since you saw him and you missed him so much.

Being in his arms felt like home and you longed for that. He’d make a point to call you every night and tell you how the day went and ask you what you have been up to. He’d ask you what the latest auditions you’ve gotten and if you’ve booked anything on the horizon. You two would talk for hours, pouring each other's hearts out to one another and longing for the day you get to see one another.

Between juggling your schedule with acting and modeling gigs that would take you all over the country, you also have a boyfriend on the other side of the country filming his movies and trying your best to prioritize each other. It was really hard to have a perfectly balanced life. Not that you’d ever complain, but you knew this was not a normal relationship. You were dating Elvis Presley. The King of rock and roll. There was bound to be some difficulties.

You'd occasionally send him a polaroid of yourself in some scandalous lingerie and hope he wouldn't forget he has a girl at home waiting for him. You knew you were young and he may want someone else to fill that void in his heart but for the meantime, you tried not to think of that.

You missed his lips, and how soft and plump they felt on your skin. How large his hands felt when he was grabbing your hips forward to grind on his hard erection. You missed having your brains fucked out of you anytime you wanted and how he would cuddle you after drifting to a deep sleep together.

Getting up out of bed, you turn on the lamp and go to the sofa across the room and pick up some magazines that were left on the coffee table. You flipped through a fashion one but it couldn’t keep your attention so you went to grab another one. There on the front cover was Elvis’ gorgeous smile. You melt and just wish those gorgeous eyes were looking at yours in real life.

You flip through the page and start reading through the article about him about the latest project and the songs he's going to be recording for the picture. The picture they took for the feature made him look so good. You could swear his face was sculpted by the gods themselves. He was the most perfect-looking man you’ve ever seen and wanted him here, taking care of you in every way imaginable.

You lean back on the sofa and sighed, feeling so needy for his touch and his-

God, what a wreck you've become. You felt ridiculous needing a man this way but you couldn’t help it. This was the longest amount of time you two had spent away from each other and your body was so used to having him any time you wanted. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew all the ways to get a rise out of you. Each time he would take you, it felt so passionate, so intense, you couldn’t believe that a man could make love to you like this.

The throbbing between your legs was starting to overshadow any logical thoughts. You lift your nightgown up just above your matching panties and start to think of how good Elvis’ hands would feel on you right now. Looking back at the magazine, his eyes burn into yours and your need for him takes over your whole body.

You gently start rubbing your clit over your panties and let out a sigh. Flashbacks from passionate nights that seemed like eons ago come back to you so clearly.

His sexy deep voice whispering in your ear telling you how much he loves you and all the things he wants to do to you. You roll your hips into your fingers putting more pressure on your clit and let out a soft moan. Your wetness starts to pool and your heartbeat starts to rise. “Elvis,” you moan out needing him more than anything right now. The idea of his cock deep in your pussy has you rolling your eyes back and makes you desperate for something inside you.

You push your panties to the side and feel how wet you’ve become and run your index finger up and down your folds. You keep spreading the wetness and you lean your head back ready to slip a finger inside yourself. You start to inch your finger in slowly when you hear a voice behind you.

“Well, hello darlin’.”

Elvis utters under his breath, just a few feet behind the sofa.

Oh shit.

You jump at the sound of his voice completely shocked he’d even be here. Even more embarrassed that he might have walked in on you touching yourself.

Your heart was beating through your chest and couldn't figure out what your next move would be. You quickly straighten out your nightgown and stand up and face him behind the couch.

The sly smile on his face makes you blush and you run around the sofa and jump up and hug him, wrapping your legs around his torso. The feeling of him wrapping you up in his arms and hugging you tight makes you the happiest you’ve felt in months.

He breaks the hug and looks at your face, taking you all in, “I’ve missed you, honey.” He presses his lips onto yours and you feel the passion seeping through. You grab him by the back of the back neck to deepen the kiss and your tongue starts to explore his mouth. You feel a smile start to form on his face.

“Well someone missed me,” he chuckles and sets you back down on the ground.

“Yes of course honey,” you laugh with him, slightly breathless. “I had no idea you were coming home so early! This is the best thing I could have imagined. I’ve missed you so much honey I can’t even begin to tell you.” You reach up and grab his face to give him another kiss, showing him how much you needed him. Elvis takes you by the hand to lead you around the sofa to sit down next to him.

You sit down and feel the wetness that has pooled down to your panties. You breathe in sharply and shift in your seat to not make it too noticeable how uncomfortable you were. Elvis sits next to you and puts his hand on your upper thigh. The coolness of his rings pressing into your soft flesh drives you mad.

He brushes your long blonde hair behind your ear and runs his hand over your back and rests it just above your ass.

“Whatcha been doing while I’ve been gone, baby? Have you been stayin’ good for me?” he looks deep into your eyes and you can’t look away. It’s like he knows every last thought you’ve been having over the last ten minutes. Your breathing starts to pick up again and you give him your best innocent eyes and reach up to touch his face.

“Oh, honey, of course I’ve been good for you. You’re all I’ve been thinking about though honey. Missing your beautiful face.”

“Mmm, me too doll me too. You’re all I think about too…” He trails off and plants a kiss right on your jawline making you take in a sharp breath. He inches his hand further up your thigh and scrunches the fabric of your gown up exposing your panties.

“Now, tell me hon, what were you doing just before I came in…” He puts another kiss on your neck this time, making you fall apart at the seams already. You're so touch deprived you can’t believe how easily you’re coming apart for him.

“Oh nothin’ baby, I was just r-reading some magazines and stuff… that’s all baby. I couldn't sleep. How was your flight over here? Was it ok?” You say, trying to change the subject quickly.

“Flight was fine baby. We can catch up later but right now, I’m just more curious about what you were doing with that magazine with my face on it.” He says slyly, raising his eyebrows at you.

“I was just reading the articles and going through the pictures and was about to try to head to bed again, that’s all dear.” You say trying to not maintain eye contact but his gaze is magnetic and you stay looking at him. You know he can see through your lie and the blood rushes to your face and your ears. His hand is still on your upper thigh and he starts to rub his thumb in slow circles, just inches from your panty line. You shift a bit, needing to move and desperate to make him drop the topic.

“Come on honey, let's go to bed. You must be exhausted after working so much and your long flight over here. What pajamas do you want to wear tonight I'll go grab them.” You start to get up on your feet but feel Elvis’ hands grab your hips, sitting you back down roughly.

He gives a slight chuckle and moves to sit on the edge of the coffee table and faces you.

“I know you’re lying to me, lil mama. Why do you want to lie to me?” He places both of his hands on the top of your thighs and waits for your answer. Slowly he moves his hands to the inner parts of your legs and applies pressure with his thumbs just inches away from your core.

“Honey… no please I’m so embarrassed. I don’t want you to know what I was doing. I have not been good for you.” You whine, leaning in to kiss him again but he leans back and turns his face away from you.

“Uhuh honey, no lyin’ to me,” he says and spreads your legs apart for him. You freeze, so overwhelmed by his bold move. He has never called you out like this and your whole body is on edge. “I know you’ve been lying to me. I saw your head leaned back, fingers in your panties wishing it was me teasing you instead. I just know you’ve been wanting my cock so bad and can’t help touching yourself over the thought.”

“Please baby… stop I can’t… I’m sorry.” You say grabbing onto his hands wanting him to move his hands up higher to touch your throbbing core. He doesn’t move though. He sees what you’re trying to do and is more stubborn than anyone else on this earth. He always gets what he wants and he knows it.

“No, you don’t get to move my hands or have any other part of me until you tell me exactly what you were wanting before I walked in here. You need to show me exactly what you need.” All you can do is shake your head no.

“That’s not the answer I wanted,” he growls in your ear and lifts your night gown off your body. He hooks his finger on the sides of your panties and tears them off your hips leaving you completely exposed. You don’t move. He has never done anything like this and the possessiveness is rolling off of him in heat waves and consuming you whole.

He grabs you by the ankles, bends your legs up, and plants your feet on the sofa spreading you wide. Your heart is pounding and you can’t control the gasps that are coming out of you. He continues to look at you like he can devour you whole and has a tight grip on your ankles, his rings digging into your skin.

”So, you want to be difficult and stubborn hmm? Then I’ll just leave this pussy throbbing and needy for me. I’m not giving in until you show me, honey.” You can’t help but moan in frustration and you want him to help you get what you need. The release you've been craving for months, the one that has been keeping you up at night was ready to explode. And now that he’s here in front of you, you are desperate.

“Baby, please I need you so bad. I want your hands all over me and making me feel so good. I was thinking about all the times you’ve made me cum all over that cock and how you are the only man that can fuck me right. I’ve needed you for months now,” Your hand slowly makes its way to that bundle of nerves, and the feeling of how wet you’ve gotten drives you crazy.

Elvis’ eyes are locked onto you slowly rubbing circles on your clit and moany breaths are slipping out of your lips as you are thankful for the friction and needing some release.

“Mmm yes, honey I like that. Keep touching yourself. Tell me what else you need from me. I promise I’ll give it to you but I need to see it first.” He tightens the grip on your ankles and leans in closer, getting a better look at your dripping cunt.

“Goddamn baby, you are so fucking wet. I could just eat all that cream that’s coming out of you. You look absolutely delicious.” He lets out a sigh and you pick up the pace of your fingers on your clit. The sound of how wet you are is driving him over the edge and you see his dick twitch.

“God Elvis please I need all of you inside me. I want to feel you shoot your hot load deep inside of me. I have been thinkin’ about it for weeks and weeks. Please baby don’t make me beg anymore.” You say moaning louder and louder. He’s still not budging and know your words just aren't going to do the trick.

Slight anxiety runs through you as you've never done this in front of him. Taking a deep breath in, you decide to slip your middle finger inside yourself and throw your head back with the feeling of getting something inside you. It’s not quite as satisfying as what you really need but it helps take care of that need.

You hear Elvis moan, watching you intently. This reaction out of him just makes you pump your finger in and out of yourself at a steady pace. The wet squelching sounds come out of your pussy louder the faster you go. You start to whine and your eyes open, drifting to examine all of Elvis’ reactions to you.

His breathing becomes labored and starts to moan out “oh fuck,” the more you finger yourself. Your eyes continue looking down at him and look at how good he looks in his button up shirt, chest exposed, tailored slacks and down to the blue argyle socks on his feet. The buttons being undone to the middle of his torso made him look irresistible. This bold fashion choice makes you want him so much more. The slightest thing he does or depending on what he’s wearing can make him drip in sexual charisma and it was your weakness. Your eyes go lower and see the erection forming in his pants. Biting your bottom lip, you want him more than ever. It always shocked you how big he really was. It had been a while since you saw him naked and your eyes couldn’t help but stare at how thick and long he was.

You kept staring at that perfect cock and slip a second finger inside you, curling them inside and moan louder loving how it feels.

“E-Elvis, please baby I’m begging you. I need that hard cock inside me. Please, honey, I need you to feel how tight I am for you.” A moan comes out of you that is full of frustration and need.

You can’t keep this going for long because your coil is about to snap. A few more pumps from your fingers and you cum all over your fingers and watch as milky cum pools on the sofa. You gasp for air and feel your pussy clenching your fingers. Elvis can’t tear his eyes off of you, mesmerized by how your pussy is clenching around your fingers. He pulls your fingers out of you and picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. He starts walking over to the bed in long, quick strides.

“Woah, honey! What are you doing?! Put me down!” you scream not knowing what he has in store. His hand smacks your ass hard, sending a shock through your entire body.

“This is for being so difficult and stubborn you naughty girl. I could have been inside you ten minutes ago. Could have been cumming around me instead of your little fingers.”

He goes for another spank and this time a moan slips out and he throws you on the bed, your hands catching the fall. You’re left on you hands and knees and feel Elvis’ arm wrap around your torso, stilling you.

Leaning over and pushing away the hair that has fallen in your face, Elvis’ whole presence is commanding the room and you don’t dare to move.

“Tell me mama, are you going to be good for me or going to continue to be a bad girl?” He rubs your ass slowly waiting for the answer.

You turn your head, looking at him over your shoulder, “I’ll be good baby I swear,” you pant, waiting anxiously for his next move.

Elvis spanks you again and flips you over in one swift motion. “Mmm, good girl. Now honey, how hard was that? Telling me exactly what you wanted.” His hands trail across your face, drifting further down to your chest and squeezing your breasts. You let out a muffled moan, still waiting to see what he was going to do next. His eyes make their way to your leaking cunt and grunts when his thumb makes contact with your wet throbbing clit. “God, you were so sexy ‘bout to lose my goddamn mind watching you do that to yourself. And all over the sight of me?”

He gets up off the bed and takes off his shirt and throws it on the floor. He’s standing tall, looking absolutely gorgeous at the end of the bed all sun kissed from the California sun. He looks down at his crotch then back up to you. Examining you like prey laid out on the bed.

“Look what you’ve done to me, honey. Made this cock so hard and hungry for you. Are you ready for me? Ready to make you mine again?”

You sit up and continue to look at his erection. You have no words and all you can do is nod.

Unbuttoning his pants, you slowly pull his zipper down. Grabbing the sides of his pants by the waistband, you slip his pants off his hips and watch his cock spring free. A moan comes out of you and can’t help but touch him. The veins protruding on his shaft and how red his tip was, was driving you mad.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, thinking Elvis can't hear you.

“You like what you see honey? See what you've done to me?”

“Mmhm, I should do it more often,” you say coyly and place your hand around his shaft. He looked huge in your small hand and your body shakes in anticipation.

You like the feeling of how warm it is in your palm and want to lick up the precum that is leaking out of his tip. You slowly pull his foreskin back and rub his head, spreading the warm liquid all over him and start to jerk him off slowly. He throws his head back with a sigh and moans the more you move your hand along.

Suddenly, he grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back and arches your body towards him at the edge of the bed. His cock resting between your breasts, his heat burning into your chest. His eyes are so full of lust and power, there’s no way you can resist him.

“Oh, lil mama I’m gonna make you cum over and over for me. I’ve been needing you so bad. Been waking up in the middle of the night with my cock so hard wishing I could put it in this perfect pussy of yours.”

You start begging and clawing at his arms to give you the attention you need. He lets go of your hair and lays you back down on the bed. Picking you up by your hips, Elvis pulls your body to the edge of the bed and rests his cock on top of you stomach. He takes his left hand and grabs both of your wrists and raises them above your head. You’re completely at his mercy and can’t move with how strong he is. Slowly, he starts to jerk himself with his other hand, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds, putting more pressure on your clit knowing how it sends you over the edge.

“Are you ready for me lil’ mama? Hmm? Ready to be a good girl for me and take this dick?” he moans, teasing your entrance with just the tip.

“E… please I can’t wait any longer. Please fuck me,” you whine with no ounce of control left in your system.

He lines himself up with you again and slowly pushes himself in you.

The feeling of him stretching you is so overwhelming and you try to claw at the blankets underneath you, needing to release this pain but pleasure that is building up inside of you.

His eyebrow furrows and his mouth makes a delicious O shape and lets out a deep guttural moan. “Goddamn it baby you’re so tight, squeezing me so hard already. It's been too long since I fucked you,” he leans down and kisses you roughly on the mouth.

Your entire body is shuttering from the sensations you are feeling. You want more of him but know your body just isn’t ready for it and Elvis knows to take it slow with you. He pulls out of you and shoves two fingers inside you, curling them and hitting that spot that only he can. You feel like you can cum again but you do everything to try and wait to have him feel it when he's inside of you. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you making you even wetter than you ever thought you could become.

“Mmm yes, baby you’re almost ready for me. You feel so good,” he praises and proceeds to slip in a third finger inside your dripping cunt.

You moan out in ecstasy and start to grind yourself into his fingers, his rings hitting your clit every time you move your hips down to meet the rhythm he has made. He starts to show that crooked smile you love so much and you look down to see his throbbing cock, the tip glistening with your juices.

“Get back inside me baby, please I need it,” you say as you lean your head back in the blankets arching your back slightly showing him how bad you need this. Without warning, he pulls his fingers out of you and enters you once again. This time he does side in easier but is still very taught around his girth.

Elvis’ moans fill the suite followed by expletives muttered under his breath. The look in his eyes was pure fire. He could never get enough of you and how you took him so well. He starts to move his hips more, testing out the waters to see what you wanted the most tonight. He puts his free hand underneath the small of your back lifting you up making you arch a bit. Taking on this new angle, it sends you to the heavens. Just when you think that’s as good as it can possibly feel, he bottoms out and fills you completely. He doesn’t move for a while, letting your body adjust to his size. The rhythm he sets is achingly slow but you relish of how great it feels.

He kisses you deeply and moves his mouth to your breasts. He starts sucking on the sides of them knowing how sensitive they can be in those spots. As he continues to suckle welts into your breasts, he starts to move in and out of your pussy with a steadier tempo. With how much stimulation you are receiving, you can’t hold back the moans and the screams that are coming out of your mouth.

Elvis gives your breasts one final suck and pulls away from your upper body and proceeds to fuck you, leaning back a bit as he watches how your pussy consumes his cock whole.

“God baby you look so good. Taking my cock so well even after all this time,” he teases and lifts both of your legs onto his shoulders.

“How does this feel honey? Do you like it when I rearrange your guts? Making this pussy cum all over me hmm?” He moves his hips with more vigor and is hitting your G spot every single time. You groan out in pleasure, needing more time to get more adjusted to the position but love how deep he is. He’s relentless. He keeps pounding into you harder and harder watching you fall apart at the seams.

“Elvis! E-E-Elvis I’m so close oh god please,” you beg over and over like he’s your saving grace. A few more thrusts and you were seeing stars behind your eyelids. You scream his name over and over, unable to control your body or your mind. He tries to keep this pace but your pussy was squeezing him so tight he was starting to lose control and loved how you felt around his cock. You continue to squeeze him, unable to think clearly about anything else.

“Oh fuck yes honey keep cumming all over me. I don’t want you to stop,” he groans over you. The sound of him and his words keep you on your high and you don’t want this to end. You feel completely out of your body and start to shake from so much stimulation.

He’s not done with you and you know it. Elvis squeezes your thighs with his massive hands and uses them as leverage and pounds into you faster, chasing his high you know is coming soon. “Honey, look at me. I want you to cum one more time before I do,” he pants looking down at you in a sexed out daze. You squeeze your eye shut tight, not knowing how much more you can take. You start to protest, “oh God honey I- I-I can't!”

He never takes no for an answer so you knew he wasn’t going to like hearing what you had to say. He only heard a challenge and he loved a challenge.

“Oh, I know you can baby. Fall apart for me again and then I’ll fill you to the brim with my cum.” He spits on his hand and slowly starts rubbing your clit in circles and you can feel the heat in your belly roar. You can’t even look at him anymore, your body feels so weak all you can do is wraith in pleasure on top of the bed, grabbing fistfuls of the covers each time he thrusts into you and rubs your swollen bud.

Elvis’ tempo is becoming more and more erratic and your coil is about to snap again. Applying more pressure to your clit you know that’s it and you see stars once again and it was somehow even more intense than the first one. You scream out once again and hear Elvis moan too.

But something feels different this time. Your orgasm continues but there is so much more pressure you feel in your stomach you don’t understand what is happening. Elvis continues to pound the shit out of you and before you know it, a warm liquid is shooting out of you, spraying the base of Elvis’ cock and his lower tummy.

You have no control over what’s happening. You keep screaming out and feel another large spray come out of you making Elvis growl and moan out your name. “Oh god yes y/n. God you feel so good.”

His hips begin to stutter and you watch as he leans his head back to the ceiling, “Aw hell mama, I’m gonna cum oh fuuuuckk,” he moans and you feel his cock twitch over and over again inside you. Feeling his thick cum spraying your walls and seeing him chase the high he's been waiting to get is the hottest thing you could ever witness. He places his hand up your throat, giving it a light squeeze as he slows his pace and his pulsating dick finally stops.

He pulls out of you, lets go of your wrists that he's been keeping in his grasp, and gets on top of your chest. Both of you breathing erratic and heavy. You are left breathless and completely fucked out of your mind. You have no idea what to say as you realize you have no idea what liquid just came out of you not once, but twice.

Holy shit what was that? Did I just pee on him? Oh god I’m so embarrassed… Could I have squirted? You had heard of stories of people having the most intense orgasm that they can squirt as a result of it. But you never thought you would be able to do it!

Elvis looks up at you, sweat dripping from his brow, and giving you the most sensual smile. You start to get self-conscious and don’t know what to say.

“Honey I- I-... I’m so sorry about that I have no clue what was happening I made you an absolute mess I'm sorry,” you trail off, not wanting to look at the reaction on his face.

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Oh woah woah honey no need to be upset. Why would I be mad at that?” he pulls you onto your side and holds you in your arms. “Baby, that was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. God I could watch that for hours it was so good baby.” You look up at him with a sly smirk and can’t help but giggle. “Really baby? Didn’t make you wish you hadn't come home early?” Elvis smiles that’s boyish grin he always does and grabs you closer. Squeezing you by the ass and makes you look at him as he places his other hand on your jaw.

“Baby you squirting was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And quite frankly, I’m gonna want to make you squirt like that again and again from here on out,” he says grabbing your face and planting a heated kiss on your lips. You knew he was telling the truth and all your insecurity was washed away. You break away and grab his face, “It was the most insane, intense feeling I have ever had, E. I had no clue I could even do that,” you exclaim and feel the smile expanding over your face.

“Me either honey,” he chuckles, “Just another way I can make you a huge mess for me,” he moans into your mouth, going in for another kiss.

“I missed you so much E. This was the greatest surprise I could have ever gotten.” You trail your hands up and down his chest, feeling the warm sweat linger there. This was the most passionate lovemaking you’ve had in ages and you feel like your high off of his dick.

“Come on honey, let's go downstairs and make you something to eat.” He pulls you up by the hand and gets you up off the bed.

“E, I’ve already eaten dinner hours ago. It’s 2:30 in the morning,” you say glancing over at the clock.

“ Well, darlin’...” He pulls you in close, pressing his body to yours feeling the heat roll off of him. “I hate to tell ya, but I am nowhere close to being finished with you. I have so many different ways I want to make you cum for me,” he says seductively, biting his lower lip sending an electric shock wave through your entire system.

“...fuck…” you whisper into his chest, your thoughts begin to race and your heart starts to hammer away in your chest.

“Well, in that case, I think I'll take one of your famous peanut butter, honey, and banana sandwiches you love so much.” you giggle softly and reach for another kiss.

“Coming right up, baby. I love you so much y/n.” He looks at you and takes you all in.

“I love you too E,” you whisper, hoping that all of this would never end.

He takes you by the hand and leads you to the door, wrapping your robe around your shoulders and helps you put your arms through. He puts his on too and you both sneak down stairs giggling like little school girls.

Sitting at the kitchen table, you take this moment in. Enjoying your little slice of heaven.

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