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hellavile · 1 year
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SMITTEN ☆ eren yeager.
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★ 𖥻 synopsis. being cuffed to the bed was the last thing eren expected on your date night home.
‍     ‍ ☆. warnings — 3.5k nsfw, pwp, lowercase intended, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, black coded, girly girl reader, mechanic!eren, bondage, established relationship, riding, switch!reader, switch!eren, eren’s sensitive, chubby!reader, readers needy, male oral, finger sucking, eren is fussy, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, kissing, mutual praise, voice kink, vulgar language, edging, pet names ex. mamas. baby. princess. daddy. minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated! <3
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“baby. . . you're in so much fuckin’ trouble when i get outta these.”
eren knows how much you love him. how much you appreciate him, care for him, wanna be with him for the rest of your life. the matching ‘till death’ tattoos imprinted on the inner corner of your ring fingers proving so. he makes sure you're always taken care of financially, mentally, and even physically. works from sunrise to sunset, praises you with kisses all over your precious face for making him a meal every day. buys you whatever your heart desires. runs you bubble baths when you aren't feeling well. gives you full body massages which usually leads to him burying his face between your plush thighs. eren loves you. eren needs you. without you he isn't sane. you complete him. so because he treats you like a queen, it's only right that he receives king treatment.
while eren made his way home to you, the only person he wanted to see after a tiring, stressful day with customers who complained about their cars to him and loud-mouthed, gossipy employees at his auto shop . . . he was surprised to see that you set up a romantic atmosphere. eren is greeted with a soft, neat kiss to his pouty lips. his biceps tensing as he wraps both arms around your body in a tight bear-hug, giggling as he lifts you off the ground.
you've got scented candles lit around the loft with ceiling high windows, a bottle of stella rose black and a classic meal of creamy mafaldine tuscan chicken pasta prepared. strawberry cheesecake in the fridge for desert. eren’s eyes soften, picking you up and carrying you to the dining table to eat your meal, not before showering you with more kisses and a hundred thank you's.
you enjoy your meal under the moonlight, sipping wine and having deep conversations which you envied because there's always something the two of you can talk about without getting fussy. debates, political topics, wellness, issues with each other. remaining mature since you have the best communication. you wanted to let him know that he's been so understanding, so attentive to your needs and you felt like you needed to do more to show him you want him to feel secure. that this is a forever love and you don't take him for-granted, not for a second.
“baby, never think that you don't do enough for me. i make the decision to cater to you and i have no issue in doing so. you deserve this lifestyle. being in my presence is all i could ever ask of you. i pray everyday that i don't fuck up what we have. you're my girl.”
and immediately, you're taking the air from his lungs when you pull him close with your arms lazily thrown over his shoulders while you kiss him deeply. madly in love. it's a scary thing sometimes. and it's crazy how such a sweet moment turned into a salacious act like this. after finishing a film in the living room cuddled up with your pets, a cat for you and a dog for him, you tell eren you have one more surprise. standing to your feet with a cheeky smile, holding both hands out for him to grab. eren is curious, raising his brows before standing to his full height, towering over your figure and it never fails to make your skin heat up.
“don't pull no scary shit,” eren runs a tatted hand through his long hair before holding yours.
“shush, i promise it's not that.”
eren can't see you biting your sanrio themed acrylics with excitement, too busy staring at your bare ass underneath that slutty slip you have on. he recognizes it, in fact. an old piece by victoria's secret you've been searching on depop for like a madwoman. it's a mesh coquette cherry colored slip dress with a ruffled trim tulle skirt and damn did you wear it so good, the slip hugging your curves just right. his mouth waters, instinctively smacking your ass as you step into your shared bedroom.
before you could speak, as you turn to him he's already pulling you in by your waist, using his foot to kick the door closed so the kids wouldn't interrupt. they liked to jump on the bed mid-fuck a lot. you try not to melt in his hold, his lips gliding with yours, molding your ass in his hand, moaning from your taste.
“er—”
“who said you could look this fuckin’ good, unh?” swatting your ass again, the force knocks you closer into his chest, face burning when you feel his dick thickening in his jeans against your tummy. print evident.
“it's all for you, ‘ren,” chewing your lips with a smile, you give him a quick peck before releasing his hands from your ass. “but first, i need you to take your clothes off.”
“ooo,” he sings. “you feed me some good ass food, get all touchy and cuddly, and now you tryna fuck me?” eren tongues his inner cheek with a smirk. “nasty.”
“shut up and strip.”
“yes ma'am,” eren hums, still giving you those flirty green eyes as he stretches his arms behind himself to tug at his stained white tshirt, usually getting his clothes dirty when working. he still manages to smell so good though. a mix of musk with his daily cologne and body wash. you'll never forget the time when he came home one day, car grease on his hands nearly turning them black. hair messy and a dangerous look in his eye when he caught you in the kitchen with an apron baking a pie. bending you over the sink, hiking your pink sundress up on your waist and holding you still as he fucked you hard. rough hands groping every inch of your aching body. keeping you balanced by your forearms he held back while he ground his cock deep into you, expletives spewing, sweat coating his forehead, and nutting copious amounts of cum. point is, you love when he's fresh off of work. makes the thrill all the more inviting.
jeans come next. and that's when he takes his time, eyeing you as he torturously drags the zipper down before dragging the black fabric down his muscular thighs, dick bulging in his tommy hilfiger briefs. commentary ensues. “gonna kiss it for me?”
you shake your finger at him, a tiny tsk following. “don't ruin the surprise, keep going. wanna see you.”
“i feel like i'm being filmed, there better not be a camera,” he rolls his eyes, finally discarding every clothing piece on his body, your legs clenching tighter together where you stood as he moans when his dick hits his tummy. the tip is drenching precum it's almost inhumane. you needed to lick that up real soon.
“you wanna be?” you question, serious.
eren deadpans. “be for real.”
“you can wear a mask!” you protest, actually enjoying the idea. “mhm, you'd look so good with a balaclava on.”
“no.”
sucking your teeth, you continue with your plan, walking towards the closet to find a little box with his gift inside. holding the black and red compartment, you face him with a cheshire cat grin. “get on the bed and lay on your back.”
eren’s too horny to argue right now, still anxious about what you're planning, but does what you say nonetheless. naked, heavy, tall figure dipping the bed with black satin sheets and pillows as he sits up against the headboard, tucking some strands of hair behind his ear, wrinkling his pierced nose. “i don't like you.”
“you will in a minute. close your eyes. no peaking or i'm going to bed and your gonna have to fuck your hand instead.”
flaring his nostrils, he closes his eyes. you try your best to be silent with your present, removing the lid to take out the baby pink fuzzy handcuffs you ordered a few days ago. thinking this would be the perfect time to put them to use. he's quiet, leaning his head back when he feels you climb on top of him, stifling a breath when the mesh from your slip grazes the head of his dick. beyond sensitive. taking one of his wrists, you unclasp one cuff and chain him to it, eren’s eyes shooting open before you restrain him to the headboard completely.
“no fuckin’ way,” eren licks his lips as he shakes his head, a menacing glare in his eyes as you sit on his abdomen and keen in achievement. “baby. . . you're in so much fuckin’ trouble when i get outta these.”
“why? scared i'll slut you the fuck out, baby?” a sadistic smile casts your face, eren nearly trembling from your words. what exactly did you have in mind? he had no idea. but he's kind of . . . amused? aroused mostly. it's rare when you tap into your dominant side. loving to be his pretty little submissive.
“if you wanted to bounce on my dick so bad you could've been straightforward.”
“mhm, this is more fun. i get you all to myself. i can do whatever i want. promise it's all for you. just wanna make you feel good, daddy,” you suck on your lip and press your weight down on him, trailing your hands up his chest to his tatted neck, eyes drifting low and moaning from how good the view was. he's truly an ethereal man.
“g’na fuck me empty, princess?” his voice drops an octave, knowing what that does to you. the way his voice summons you to do things will never make sense.
“till your shooting blanks,” you grin.
“well, if that's the case,” eren ponders, inching his face closer to yours, accepting his fate and playing your fantasy. "then put that pussy where it belongs, princess.”
it's not in his position to make orders, so ignoring him, you scoot backwards so his angry dick is in your face and your ass is arched into the air for presentation. “wanna suck it first,” you mumble, delicately wrapping both of your soft hands around the vein protruding, throbbing weapon. just the right thickness to make it impossible to fully engulf it in your throat.
eren spreads his legs, and the act is so sexy yet desperate. hissing as you watched you intently through his long lashes, your lips hovering over the leaking tip before taking it gently into the warmth of your mouth. suckling it like your favorite flavored lollipop.
“goddamn, baby,” he stretches out his arms as a force of habit, ready to hold either side of your face so he can work his pretty cock in nice and easy. but he's irked the minute the chains clink on his wrist, remembering he's bound. he sighs out, fixing to say something until you remove one hand off his cock and massage his balls while taking him further down your mouth. working both hands simultaneously. saliva building, bubbles forming the quicker you bob your head and stroke his dick.
“yea, stroke it while you suck it. mm,” eren's eyes are scrolling back, thighs twitching as he lightly moves his hips as you gag and suck. releasing him with a wet pop, maintaining eye contact as you slick your puffy lips along the sides of his cock, darting your tongue out and moaning deeply. your ass moves in the air as if you're getting fucked from the back, rolling and rocking back. pussy sluice in your thin thong, needing him now more than ever. one more thing though, and it's his damn favorite.
“wait, baby. don't . . .” a gasp flees from his agape mouth as you nudge his balls with your tongue before sucking one of them into your mouth, keeping your rhythm stroking mostly the tip, spreading your fingers languidly, sticky with his precum and your spit. you know that's his sensitive area, the breaths leaving him frantic. you can feel the blood rushing in his cock, rotating your hand and sucking the heavy sack as the whimpers that vibrate in your throat travel to him.
“f-fuck, { name }. g’na cum. keep goin’.” the chains clank along the headboard as he struggles, spreading his legs even wider, his tummy sinking in as he buried his head into the pillow behind him. the ball in his neck protruding and you watch him, so in love, so intrigued . . . you stop. and he whines, which is the last thing you expected to hear from him. it's so needy that it makes your clit throb even harder.
“fuck!” he curses angrily, groaning with pain and pleasure stirring inside. his dick jumping for attention. “don't fuckin’ tease me baby, or i swear to god i'll fuck you sore.”
“yea, whatever,” you giggle, purposely pissing him off further. “you mad, daddy?” you pout, tone teasing. reclaiming your position previously as you hover above him, his jaw clenching, black painted nails balling into fists.
“you know i'm fuckin’ mad. stop playing, { name }.”
he's got a lot to say but he shuts up the instant you tug your lace thong to the side and reach behind yourself to sink slowly onto the tip. both hands lay flat on his stomach as you ease down, eren mumbling ‘slow, slow’ as you sink halfway down before riding back up. your nails dig into his skin briefly, the relief you receive maddening. it's such an easy fix when he's available. eyelids squeezed shut as you accommodate his size, the fire in your chest blazing.
“oh my god,” you suck on your lips, face screwed once you pick your pace, rising and dropping your ass effortlessly, like a mystical creature. your hips move like waves, grinding slow to feel him reach that spot within you, moaning and tossing your head to the side.
“so fuckin’ wet, baby. listen to you. listen,” eren’s eyebrows are knitted, jaw unlocked, completely entranced by the way you move, the two of you panting heavily, listening to your slick coat his dick lewdly. ass clapping onto his thighs you lean back to grab onto with one hand to balance yourself. cupping a handful of your tits and whimpering as you fuck him quicker.
“unh, if you could see what i see, baby,” eren chokes, rocking his waist with yours to heighten your pleasure. it felt so good to take control. “you look s’ good when you fuck me.”
“love how you feel inside me,” your juices drip down his balls and onto the sheets, squealing as you lean forward to angle your faces together, his hands reaching far enough to graze your hair and cheekbone. focusing on the look in your eyes as you steady yourself on the tips of your toes before slamming your ass down harder, the two of you gasping in sync. “fill me so fuckin’ good, baby.”
eren thinks it's so ironic how your lettered necklace dangles over his face, making a noise he's never made before, focusing on the silver swaying. now he gets how you feel when his chain swings over your face when he fucks a dent into the mattress shaping your silhouette. he's succumbing to you willingly, breath hitching from the euphoric roll and dip of your thick hips, wishing so badly he had access to grip and grind you down on his dick harder.
this position weakens you both, your knees buckling and his waist twitching. your voice quakes and you cum without warning him, flopping onto his chest as your hips stirred lazily. eren’s close yet again, can feel it but can't get to where he needs to be without you. he needed you to move.
“c’mon, princess. fuck me, lemme cum,” he sounds incredibly submissive, that whiny tone partaking his usual asshole demeanor. it was such a turn on seeing his face switching from grumpy to ‘please baby fuck me’. eyes low and seductive. begging sounded good on him.
you sit up, cupping either side of his face before kissing him. eren rushing the kiss meaning he's extra greedy for it. gliding his lips over your chin, groaning in your mouth and sliding his fat tongue over yours, a sloppy french kiss. your mind goes blank when you feel his tongue on your neck next, wishing it was between your legs right now. that thing is a demon. the way he fucks you with it makes your soul leave your body every time. he's a gift from the gods, truly.
“not yet.”
“not playing fair, baby,” eren clicks his teeth, bushy brows entwined to showcase his frustration. he's so cute when he's upset. “all i wanna do is touch you. why's that such an issue? if you're gonna fuck me, do it right.
you huff, knowing he's saying anything just so you'll unlock the cuffs. “talking too much, ‘ren.”
a dark glint is in his eyes, those jade irises no longer it's stunning bright shade. his voice becomes gravely as he says, “am i? that's cause i wanna lick your fuckin’ clit. n i can't do that properly without touching you. she's soakin’ all on me.”
“mmm, wanna put your mouth on my pussy?” your voice softens tauntingly, trailing your hand down your stomach to slowly roll your fingers over your engorged clit. eren’s mouth waters.
“yes,” he clenched his jaw. you're so goddamn infuriating.
“she needs more. i wanna stay full while you eat it.”
“i’ll put my fingers in it. you like those, baby, right?” his eyes go all big like a puppy. “taste you while i fuck you open. jus’ like you like it?”
as tempting as that sounded, again, he’s in no position to make demands. ignoring the way your tummy flutters from the delicious thought, you're back to fucking him nice and slow. overstimulating yourself and edging him. it's so painful he just wants to cum. he wouldn't necessarily consider this a gift. you've just gotten in your head and took advantage of the situation. but that's okay, ‘cause he's gonna fuck you sore like he said. your necklace hits his forehead, chest in his face as you clap back on his pulsating dick. sucking his fingers and squeaking unexpectedly, eyes widening as eren plants his feet into the bed and pistons his cock up into you, knocking the wind from your lungs.
“eren, wait. . .”
“shut the fuck up,” eren growls into your neck, fucking you as best he could with his restraint. your screams fill the air, unable to hold him still. there was no point. he was pissed off now and wanted nothing more than to fill you deep with his cum as punishment.
and for some reason you underestimate eren's strength, because in a matter of seconds he's yanking his right arm forward and breaking the cuff with just a blink of your eye. you can't even comprehend what the hell he just did because he's grabbing your neck and pining you beneath him to fuck you deeper. nothings processing in your brain but the sound of his thighs clapping with yours, the grunts from eren and your second orgasm shooting through you. arching your back into him, his hand constricting some air in your esophagus which only intensifies your pleasure.
“i hear you, mamas,” eren releases his grip on your neck just a little, pressing his nose to yours with a clenched jaw, his one arm hanging above you since it's still chained up. eren shifts his body slightly down yours to put your legs over his broad shoulders, slipping his dick back in and folding you in a mating press.
“this is what you get for fuckin’ with me,” the way he's fucking you has your toes cramping and your voice disappearing. you can't scream anymore, sounds of pleasure dying down to cries and whimpers, tiny figure compared to his jolting beneath him. eren’s whines are muffled by the pillow he buried his face into as he shoots his cum into you, filling you up warmly. his orgasm so overpowering he can't help but still fuck through it. wheezes and ragged breathing is all you could hear since you had zero energy to open your eyes.
throwing your arms around him to claw at his backside. eren’s still moving inside of you, your legs shaking the further he pins them down with his one hand after sitting up on his knees, looking down at you, long hair sticking to his fucked out face. he takes two of his slender fingers to tug down your bralette to retrieve the key you stored in there. freeing himself and tossing the cuffs somewhere in the room.
“cheap ass cuffs,” eren says, spanking the outside of your thigh. “gotta give it to you, i enjoyed that.”
you perch up on your elbows, happiness shadowing you. “really?!”
“just don't try that shit again. now lay on your stomach and lemme eat your pussy.”
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talaok · 9 months
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Since all the nominations for Emmys, I need one fic where reader is either video calling or with Pedro when nominations are announced. Somethig fluffy and full of emotions cuz Pedro deserves all of this 😊
a/n: this ask skipped the line just cause I felt that if I posted this next week it wouldn't have made as much sense, so yeah here it is (also, I’m so happy for him and Bella, like omg man)
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Today was the day.
Pedro was never usually one to care about this stuff, yes he was grateful, and yes he was happy, but no other time had he felt this electricity in the air, this buzz telling him that something was about to happen... something good of course.
He had set up his tablet on the coffee table in front of the couch, waiting for the announcement to start, but he hadn't even managed to sit- he was too nervous, too excited.
A ringing sounded through the room all of a sudden, and after an initial scare, he smiled, glad you finally could call him.
You were on set. In Vancouver. A thousand miles from him.
"Is it on yet?"
Your eagerness spurt through the screen.
And he thought he was exited
"nope"
"what? How much longer?"
He glanced at the screen, feeling a tiny goosebump traveling up his back at the countdown.
"two minutes"
"Oh my god!" You squeaked, smiling so wide your cheeks almost hurt "how are you feeling?"
"nervous" he chuckled drily
"Oh c'mon, what about? We both know you're gonna crush it"
"I hope so" he sighed "God I don't know why I care so much" he laughed "The only important thing is that Bella and the show get nominated"
"And you, of course" you chirped in
He tried to fight a smile, but it still pulled at his lips "Well if there's room..."
"There you are" you nodded, your smile fading ever so little after a brief moment "god I wish I could be there"
"Me too" he agreed "but at least w-" a noise in the direction of the coffee table caught his attention
"Oh shit, it's starting"
"shit, go go go go" you mumbled, feeling all too powerless in your position.
He sat down in front of the screen as the announcers appeared on it.
"what are they saying?"
"uh- just their names and stuff"
"ok-"
A moment passed 
"what about now?"
He laughed, ever so thankful for your presence "Still that, sweetheart"
"fine, just- tell me when they start telling the categories"
"ok ok here we go" 
"what is it?"
"talk series"
"Bo-ring" you huffed, making him chuckle "I want the good stuff"
"they're doing reality programs now"
"oh my god! it's like they want to torture us"
...
"Oh shit" 
A pit created itself in Pedro's stomach
"what?"
"lead actor in a drama series"
"oh my god" you screeched, doing a poor job of trying not to freak out "C'mon baby I know believe in you"
"jeff bridges... Brian cox... Kieran Culkin... Bob Odenkirk..."
come on come on come on
His mouth widened as he let out an incredulous breath.
"baby?" you called, already knowing but wanting a confirmation "baby pl-"
"I got nominated"
"I told you!" You basically screamed, jumping out of your chair "I told you, baby! I'm so happy for you! You deserve all of it babe, all. of. it." 
"I can't believe this" he smiled, his eyes glimmering with that spark in his eyes he only got whenever he was truly happy "This is crazy"
"Well believe it baby, you're an Emmy nominee"
"I just-" he interrupted himself as the next category was announced "shit it's best actresses"
You nodded, trying to cool down while really just mindlessly pacing around your trailer 
"Bella Ramsey!" he laughed "Bella Ramsey! They did it! I knew they fucking would"
"oh my god!" you grinned "What a power couple"
"I know right?" he chuckled "I'll have to call them I-" and once again, the announcers interrupted his train of thought.
His gaze moved from you to the tablet again.
"best drama series?"
He only nodded, clearly all the anxiety coming back.
"Andor... Better call Saul... the crown... House of the Dragon..."
he fell silent as his eyes came back to you, and this time... this time they shined with tears of joy.
"yeah?" you asked, feeling your heart beating out of your chest.
"yeah," nodded.
You felt your heart and chest and body fill with pure joy as you let some tears fall from your eyes.
"you did it baby" you sniffled "I knew you would. You deserve it, all of it" you smiled, wishing with all your heart you were there to hug him and kiss him and whisper in his ear
"How are you feeling?"
He laughed "I don't even know, I just- I think I need time to process this" he smiled, his hands slightly shaking "A-Are you ready to go to the Emmys?"
"are you?" You laughed, quite literally quivering from the excitement
"As ready as I'll ever be"
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Willy Wonka SFW Alphabet
Yes I wrote for Willy Wonka leave me alone. He’s the entire reason this blog exists to begin with.
The timeline isn’t really set so this could all take place before the contest or after. But it’s implied that you met long before the contest.
I tried to keep it gender neutral. It’s also not proof read because I don’t want to do that lol. Enjoy.
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Willy isn’t a very touchy person and he isn’t very good with words so he would show his affection through small acts of service or gifts to show that he appreciates you and is always thinking of you.
After being with you for a while he would start to tolerate little touches.
Please be patient with him. The physical affection will come with due time.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Willy is a very introverted man. He didn’t have many friends as a child and once he set out on his journey to become a chocolatier he didn’t have time to make any friends. You could say the Oompa Loompas became his friends and while he does value, appreciate, and care a lot for them, it’s mostly a boss and employee type of relationship.
However you somehow came into his life and declared yourself his friend. Like some friendships, there are ups and downs, pros and cons. But you both get over them soon enough and once he really accepts you as a friend you become as thick as thieves.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He’ll only cuddle you once he is fully ok with your touch. He’s not totally reject full of touch, he just doesn’t like strangers touching him. Once he gets to know someone they start to find out how touch starved he really is.
He won’t be clingy but he would be a tad disappointed if you moved away from him.
He’d probably be the big spoon most of the time but please let him be little spoon sometimes.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He’d only be content with “settling down” once he is 100% certain of handing his legacy over to his heir. Once Charlie is old enough and experienced enough to run the factory himself, he’d be ok with settling down. Don’t expect to leave the factory tho. That’s his home, he would never want to leave it. Plus he’d want to be there for Charlie if he ever needs help.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
The only reason I could see him ending a relationship with someone is if their personality just didn’t fit with his or if he felt like his lifestyle wasn’t enough for his partner.
If he felt like you deserved a better life than spending it inside a factory and being away from him most of the day then he would encourage (more like gently force) you to leave and find someone better.
It would be hard for him, since once he likes and trusts someone it would be really hard for him to let them go. He doesn’t want to hurt you but he wants what’s best for you and if that means leaving him then he’ll learn to cope.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Willy doesn’t really see a point in marriage other than getting to call his partner his spouse and the tax benefits.
He thinks that if he’s been in a relationship with you long enough he should be able to call you his spouse if he wanted to, ring or not.
However if you wanted to get married and have a wedding he would do it, just promise him it’s gonna be a very small intimate wedding.
(He’d probably propose with a Ring Pop let’s be honest)
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Sorry to say this but in the beginning, he won’t be very gentle emotionally. He’s used to being alone and he doesn’t like to fight but he’d end up coming off as a little insensitive to your feelings. He doesn’t mean to, he just gets so busy and stressed that you won’t be his top priority for a while.
Physically though, he’s not rough with you what so ever. He doesn’t want to hurt you.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
As stated before, he’d have to know you for a while to be comfortable with hugs. The longer he knows you the longer and more often the hugs are.
At the beginning of him getting used to your touch he’d prefer quick side hugs but much later one he’d lovingly accept a full hug.
He wouldn’t like surprise hugs as much. He’d tolerate them but he’d much prefer to know it’s coming.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
It would take Willy a LONG time before he could actually say the words. He likes to show his love through actions rather than words. In fact he may not ever say it. He would just assume you know that he loves you based off his actions. If you want him to actually say it you’d have to tell him. But be prepared for the conversation to be deflected, something about you mumbling.
He doesn’t like talking about his feelings so please don’t rush him and understand that he may never say it. But he does love you, you just have to see it rather than hear it.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Oh he gets jealous alright. He has never had someone love him the way you do and he doesn’t want to let that go.
He’d try to stay calm, he trusts you but he doesn’t trust the other person. He’d be silently seething, pretending not to notice but his grip on his cane has become increasingly tighter and his jaw is set firm.
Even if he trusts you, you may have to reassure him a bit.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
He’s only been kissed once before you. It was when he was younger. He didn’t initiate it, it caught him off guard and he wasn’t very pleased.
Kissing you was different though. Like everything else, it took him a while to do it. It only started out as small pecks until he was comfortable with a full kiss.
He enjoys kissing you but he would rather keep it private and won’t kiss you around other people, not even the Oompa Loompa’s. He’ll allow you to kiss his cheek in front of other people but that’s about it.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
I mean…we’ve all seen the movie. He only tolerates kids if they’re polite and well mannered.
I do not think he would want a child of his own. He’s too busy and he would fear he’d end up like his father.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He gets up early. He’s got a whole factory to run you know.
If you’re a morning person: he would enjoy the time you share getting ready in the morning. Willy is the kind of person to shower in the morning, he’s too tired to do it at night. If you shower in the morning as well then you’d probably shower together. Don’t expect anything naughty to happen tho.
If you’re not a morning person: he’d try to be as quiet as possible to let you sleep in. He won’t let you sleep in too late but he’ll let you get a few more hours in. Before he leaves he’ll give you a kiss on the head.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He’s usually exhausted at the end of the night. So much to do when running a factory and inventing new candies. Sometimes when he’s close to a break through or he’s on an “inventing high” as you like to put it, you have to force him to relax and go to sleep before he over exerts himself.
If neither of you are planning anything…naughty…then you’d both do your night time routines together. Be prepared to be waiting a while for him, his night time routine can be long.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Willy is a very private man. He doesn’t like talking about his childhood or his father and if you try to bring it up he will deflect immediately.
He will start to slowly open up to you more and more over time but it’s hard for him to do. He becomes very vulnerable. He doesn’t like thinking of his past when he has everything he’s ever dreamed of in the present.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He surprisingly has a good amount of patience. He can get ticked off easily but to make him really angry is hard.
You would need an insane amount of patience with him as well. He won’t show physical affection for a long time, he probably won’t talk about you to other people (he’s very private), won’t open up for a while, won’t be around you a lot, and he may come off as insensitive to your feelings sometimes.
He means well, and he does love and care about you. You just have to be patient.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers a surprising amount of things. He’s used to not having a notepad when he has a new idea so his memory has gotten pretty good.
He’s good with remembering little details but he’d be awful with dates and names. Everyday is the same for him so he doesn’t bother checking the date. So he may forget a birthday or anniversary of yours. Please don’t be too mad. He’d make it up to you.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
His favourite memory is probably when he first showed you around his factory. He loved how you lit up with wonder with each new room you saw. He also loved how you treated the Oompa Loompas so well.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He’s not super protective but he likes to be safe than sorry. He’d rather you stay in the factory, he trusts you to not do anything stupid, plus he knows the Oompa Loompa’s would watch over you. They adore you as well so there’s no way they’d let you get hurt or lost.
However if and when you do decide to leave the factory for a while he’d rather you go out the back. The front is too obvious and he wouldn’t want you to be affiliated with him in public, lest you be hounded by nosy nelly’s. He trusts you, he really does. But he probably would send an Oompa Loompa to secretly tail you just in case. They are small enough to go undetected by the public, but you know. You recognize those footsteps behind you. You can’t be mad at Willy. You understand he just wants to make sure you’re safe. It’s one of the ways he shows he loves you.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Willy doesn’t like to half ass anything. However, don’t expect lavish dates or gifts. He may be hella successful but he’s humble as well.
Most dates would happen around the factory and I wouldn’t doubt that he’d have the Oompa Loompa’s choreograph a song and dance for you. Any gift you’d receive he would make himself, he loves giving you new candies to try. It’s his way of letting you get involved in his work.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
If he’s really engrossed in something, he’ll unintentionally ignore you. You could be talking to him and he’ll be like “uh huh” “sounds nice”. He doesn’t mean to, he’s just very invested in his thoughts.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He’s very vain. He has a whole room just for hair cream. It was made specially for him. Did you see how critical he was of his hair cut? He had a whole head of brown hair and one gray hair freaked him out.
His skin is also always so smooth and soft. His night time routine is so long cause he’s doing skin care.
His clothes are always so clean and neat.
He was very self conscious as a kid, especially with that damn contraption on his head. Now he takes so long to make sure he’s looking and feeling his best.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
When Charlie first declined his offer, he went on a spiral and felt like shit and he barely even knew the boy.
But if you left, he’s sure he wouldn’t survive (he can be quite dramatic). He’d try really hard to keep going, but he’d miss you. He’d miss waking up next to you, seeing you interact with his workers, seeing how your face lit up every time he showed you a new invention. He missed everything about you.
As we know, if Willy isn’t feeling good, his candy won’t taste good. I wouldn’t be surprised if his sales declined. Maybe they’d get so bad he’d have to shut down the factory (again).
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He’s surprisingly good at drawing. It would make sense that he could draw landscapes and scenery considering he had to have drawn the blueprint for Prince Pondicherry’s castle, his factory, and all the rooms inside. But what’s surprising is he can draw people as well.
Many times he’ll find his thoughts drifting away while drawing a new blueprint for a new candy or perhaps a new room and when he finally snaps out of it he notices he’s drawn you. He gets embarrassed but he never throws away any of them. But he also hasn’t shown you. He’s much too embarrassed about that.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Someone who’s all around rotten or selfish. He’s a very generous man so don’t take him for granted. Don’t expect a sugar daddy or anything. He won’t spoil you, but sometimes he may spoil you a tiny bit on special occasions.
He’d also want you to have good hygiene. He’s a very organized and clean man. He doesn’t want someone who’s messy and dirty. (All the depressed bitches punching air rn, I know, I am too lmao)
Also if you don’t like candy or chocolate what the hell are you even doing with him? His whole life revolves around it so he’d only want someone who enjoys it at least a normal amount or as much as him. It’s ok if you don’t like certain candies or chocolates, he understands not everyone will like everything but if you hate all of it? Nah.
Also, have you ever seen how a pet will act aggressively or scared with a certain person but you’ve never seen that person be mean to the pet? It’s the same with the Oompa Loompa’s. He’s very connected with them and can read their body language very well. If you disrespect them when he’s not around, he will know and he won’t stand for it.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
This man is a DEEP sleeper when he’s exhausted. And he’s exhausted a LOT. The only thing that can wake him is his alarm. Have fun trying to wake him yourself. And if you do manage to wake him up, he’s one of those people that wake up scared.
He’ll have the occasional nightmare. If you can’t wake him up (you probably shouldn’t anyway) just reach over and hold his hand or rub his arm, it will calm him down.
He’s also a slight sleep talker. You can’t hold conversations with him but he’ll mumble out some sentences here and there. You’ve caught your name a few times.
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my-soupy-brain · 1 month
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somethin bout taking care of ted in a domestic setting. making him home cooked meals, so he can go to sleep on a full tummy. making sure he relaxes properly
It's Valentine's Day, and while it doesn't mean a lot to a lot of people, it DOES mean a lot to a lot of people, to. And I feel like reader x Ted would absolutely love to douse the love on this special day. So let's gooo!
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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader
Warnings: None, all fluff and comfort, a bit of flirting
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You'd both been dog-tired for the last week with work. Ted, on the road with away matches, and you busy trying to keep up with your own work.
And on the eve of Valentine's Day, you realized you hadn't gotten him a thing.
Your sweet, comforting, loving boyfriend... had nothing on the Day of Love.
The next day, Ted was at work, you were working from home. And when you had a free couple of hours, you set the ball in motion.
Butcher shop: Meat acquired.
Grocery store: Other items acquired.
Vintage bookstore: Gift acquired. This was a last-minute trip that paid off handsomely.
You hurried home and finished work tasks so you could get started. You found a recipe for what you wanted to make - and while it wouldn't be as good as his favorite food back home, you had hoped it would make his heart happy.
And Ted, of all people, deserved a happy heart.
In the oven the meat goes, on a slow, slow roast. You whipped together the ketchup, vinegar, cumin, and spices for the sauce. You even found some cornbread mix and whipped together some honey butter for a topping.
And after you sat down for a rest, the doorbell rings.
"These are for Y/N," the delivery man says, handing you a bouquet of flowers. Beautiful. All your favorite colors.
"Thank you so m..."
"There's more."
He returns to his van and pulls out a dozen roses. A dozen daisies. A bouquet of balloons.
"Thank you!" you call, from behind the stems of flowers and the balloons floating above your head.
The card reads:
"Y/N - You make my life complete. You lift me up like a balloon. You blossom my heart like wildflowers. And you're as sensual and beautiful as endless roses. Love, Ted."
Okay, before you finish in the kitchen, you need to have a cry at how wonderful this man is to you. How you lifted each other up. How your friendship formed a bond that led into this relationship -- one you've never thought you'd experience outside of a romance novel.
By the time Ted walked in the door, his downturned mouth did a 180, smiling as the smell of meat hit his nose.
You were leaning over the counter, mixing chocolate cake batter, when you felt two warm hands on your hips, a familiar face and scent nestled against your neck.
"What'cha makin', sugar?" came a low Kansas drawl behind you. Your face tickled, and you leaned into him, where he delivered a soft kiss, his hands slowly roaming up and down your sides.
"Surprise."
Ted loves surprises.
"Go change into some cozy clothes. Dinner will be ready soon."
Ted nodded and delivered another sweet kiss before heading into the bedroom, returning in a Kansas City barbeque t-shirt and joggers. His hair fell over his forehead, and you smiled.
When you pulled the meal out of the oven and gave the sauce another whisk, Ted saw immediately what you were doing.
"Are those..."
"Ribs."
Ted could cry. You'd been tired all week, too, but here you were -- taking care of him. Like you always did.
You set the plate in front of him, along with a bowl of homemade barbeque sauce. You weren't sure you exactly nailed the Arthur Bryant's recipe but you found enough hints online to give it a shot.
Ted swiped his finger in the bowl, a dollop on the pad of his index finger, and he took a taste.
His eyes closed. He smiled. He sighed happily.
You said nothing. He was in his moment.
"Darlin'... I... I don't know what to say," Ted murmurs, reaching for your hand on the table, raising it to his lips and kissing it.
"I know it won't taste exactly like home, but..."
Ted shook his head. "It does. Because you're my home."
Swoon.
You dished up your plates, cut the oven-warm cornbread and slathered it with honey butter. And you and Ted dove in.
Honestly, for oven-baked ribs, they were juicy and tender. The sauce had a kick of sweet and spicy ("Tastes like you, honey," Ted joked), and the cornbread was warm and cozy.
When dinner was finished, Ted leaned back in his chair and patted his tummy.
"Honeybunch, I don't know how to thank you for this," he said.
"Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart," you answered, getting up to collect the plates, kissing the top of his head.
Ted settled on the couch, and lifted his arm to bring you where you belong, nuzzled against his chest. He turns on a movie, and you pop up.
"I forgot!"
Ted watches you scurry to the next room, his eyebrows bunched, wondering what you have up your sleeve now.
When you return, you sit next to him and pull a wrapped book from behind your back.
"Happy Valentine's Day, my love," you say with a smile, and hand him the book. He knows it's a book, and he's excited. He's a curious reader.
But when it reveals "The Fountainhead" - his favorite book, in its first pressing, in wonderful condition, he sucks in a breath.
"How did you... where did you..."
"The vintage bookstore. Total whim."
Ted turns the book over, opening the cover slowly. You left a post-it (you know better than to inscribe a vintage, first pressed book) that says: "Happy Valentine's Day to my favorite valentine. Thanks for being my next chapter.")
Ted sets the book down and pulls you in for a hug, and lovely, romantic but sweet kiss.
"I don't deserve you, darlin'," Ted says quietly, holding your face gently in his hand.
"You deserve everything, Teddy."
Ted pulls you into a hug, kissing the side of your head so gently, so full of love.
"The cake!"
You bounce up from the couch in a hurry, removing the cake from the oven in just enough time. It's still moist, still perfect.
Ted smiles and wanders into the kitchen, his hands in his jogger pockets.
"Look at you, chef. Just pullin' out all the stops."
You smile and mix the frosting. Ted comes up behind you and pulls you into another hug, his finger dipping into the frosting, then against your lips, where he...
Licks it off.
"Might wanna save some of that there frostin', sugar," he mutters. "See if we can make a mess with it later."
From sweet to spicy, just like his barbeque sauce.
You smile and deliver the same, your eyes connecting, his cheeks blushed. He leads you into the bedroom, slowly taking off your clothes, slowly laying you on the bed.
And after making love on a frosty Valentine's Day, you and Ted curl up together, the TV on a low hum, and fall into a peaceful slumber.
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(BTW, this is the look when you're cooking for Ted. Yes please.)
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I wanted to get spicier but I just didn't have it in me today. But the cute/comfort? Oh yeah. My headspace is there 100%. Thanks for this prompt, friend. And for Valentine's Day, celebrate it with whoever makes your heart happy. And I hope that means yourself, too.
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queen-of-elves · 2 years
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A missed date
Steven Grant x reader
Summary: Your date is late, not just an hour or two but two whole days. Good thing you really like him.
Author note: Steven Grant is so stupidly cute my mind can’t comprehent it. Btw this was not proofread so read at your own risk. 
Warnings: swear words, Steven Grant (this cutie deserves his own warning), tell me if I missed something
Words count: over 860 words
Part 2
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You were so excited, finally having a date in what felt like a century. No, you were definitely not a wallflower, you just like to know people a bit before it gets too serious. He was perfect, well not really, a bit awkward but handsome and very intelligent  nonetheless. He has the cute nerdy vibe around him and every time you saw him he was always polite and friendly. You met Steven at work, him being a “gift shopper” and you working down in the archives. Walking around him from your lunch break became routine full of soft waves and shared smiles. You often lied to your coworkers about how faster the route seemed even though the gift shop and entrance to the underground archives were on different sides of the museum.
Everything seemed great at first, you decided on a Friday date at a steakhouse… And this stupidly cute moron stood you up. Didn’t call, not even a short text of SORRY, nothing. You sat there like an idiot for three hours. It was not all bad the first hour, you thought maybe he was running late or something. Worse was when you started to get pity glances from the waiters, who numerously asked you if you wanted to refill your glass. At the end of the night you ate steak alone with almost the whole bottle of wine.
 That’s what you get for having your hopes up. 
You thought while drunkenly stumbling through London streets to your flat and when you finally got back, slipping your feet out of the high heels you chose for the date felt like heaven. 
“All for this for nothing. Killing my feet for that idiot.” At this point you were not only yelling in your mind but sharing your opinion on this ruined date out loud with your plants.
Monday is gonna be shit.
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It was Sunday and you decided to cook yourself a nice dinner before facing Steven in the museum the following day. Dreading your situation of monday, maybe you could avoid Steven for the rest of your life, that would be possible if it wasn’t for your noisy coworkers, who would definitely ask about your not so lovely date. Loud ringing of your phone ripped you out of the awful inescapable maze of your spiraling mind, if only for a moment. Because you were right back when your gaze stopped on your phone with Steven's name shining on the screen.
Unbelievable, now he was calling? Whole two days after?
Debating over declining the call you put down a knife you were holding, who knows what you would have done with it if he made the situation even worse with this call, getting arrested for homicide was not on your New year's resolution for sure. Wanting to hear the reason why he stood you up on the date you accepted the still ringing call. “Punchy. Calling me now?” You snarled into the phone, throwing away the rest of the cut vegetables from the cutting board into a bin. 
“What do you mean? I am at the restaurant for steak. It’s steak time.” Steven sounded geniously confused and in the background you could hear people talking and plates rattling just like in a restaurant. Was he for real at the restaurant now? You set the date on Friday so what was he doing there now?
“Yea, I ate steak by myself, thanks. Two days ago.” The answer must have confused him even more, you could hear him pause in any kind of movement.
“What? I thought we said Friday? Today.”
“Right. Welcome to Sunday.” You laughed at the irony of this situation. Was this a joke? Did he decide that maybe you were worth his time now, or what?
Heavy pause followed before his stammering voice rang through the phone.”Come on,no. I think Friday still comes after Thursday, doesn't it?” This situation was getting to an unbearable level of ridiculousness.
“It doesnt change the fact that today is Sunday” Your last response was followed by a pregnant pause.
“I am so sorry. I-I really thought today was F-friday?” His stuttering voice holding your weak heart in chokehold was not helping at all. It really looked like he didn’t mean to stand you up.
“Are you telling me or asking, ‘cause I am not really sure, Steven!” Your anger still seeping out in your voice. 
This is a mess. What am I supposed to do?
Steven sounded genuinely confused and sad over the fact that he missed your date, like he didn’t mean to and wasn’t even sure how it happened. 
I am going to hate myself over this.
“Wait there!” You exhaled louder than you wanted.
“Wha-t? I don’t understand.”
“My God Steven, you are lucky you are so cute. I will be there in few, so don’t leave!” Rushing for your wallet and keys before struggling to put on a coat. You don’t have time to change clothes but that dummy has no right to judge you on your “lazy weekend” t-shirt after what he put you through.
“You have some explaining to do.” You laughed into the phone before opening your front door and leaving for your “second first” date. You were completely aware how ridiculous this situation is but hopefully he will make it worth it.
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2024 Megaman Valentine's Day/White Day Contest Results!
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Hopefully this post won't feel too rushed; it certainly is rare for me to get contest results posted before 2 days have passed. Once again, I thank everyone who drew something for this year's event, as well as those who helped spread the word. Even with a smaller turnout, you guys still made it really hard on me to choose winners. All your art is deserving of praise! I wish I could afford to give you all some prize money! While I am posting this right now a little late into the evening in my time zone, I will be sending all the winners a message about your prize winnings soon enough, later tonight. If you don't see something right away, just know my message is on the way, within the next few hours. After the break, you will see all the pics and this year's winners!
As usual, after each entrant’s name, there will be a link to their entry, too, just in case the inserted images don’t load for you. With a smaller turnout this year, everything has been uploaded into a single imgbox gallery folder. Should be alphabetical by alias for each category, with the first 7 images for Cat. 1, and the last 4 images in Cat. 2.
[Full entry gallery]
CATEGORY 1 (Talent): Black and White Day
For this category, participants were tasked with creating an image celebrating White Day, with the requirement that their art mimic the "rubber hose" art style from around the 1920's. All entries needed to use a black and white or monochrome palette. 1.) HikariLux [Entry] [GB Alternate] $175 Winner!
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A cute scene with Rock presenting Alia with a ring that was made even better by adding an alternate original Gameboy palette pixel version of the same art. That added creativity made an adorable pic stand out even more, to give two different retro vibes to your art.
2.) @eulogysinger [Entry] $100 Winner!
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As an overall scene, your piece felt the most like it was screencapped straight out of a 20's cartoon, so I give you your props on getting your style to match so well! You can feel the movement with the curve in the Big Snakey's necks as Snake Man slides on down to Toad with his candy bouquet gift.
3.) @sylviidaee [Entry] $75 Winner!
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Sure, because of all the Axess storyboard posts I've been doing lately, this trio is probably in my mind more lately. But animating your piece to give it that added life, as the guys bonk each other with their gifts for Mariko, helped boost your entry into the top 3! LOL at the fish crying when Masa gets bonked. And again, style-wise, great job pulling off the rubber hose look.
And the rest of the wonderful entries in alphabetical order by alias: Kaitlin.EXE [Entry]
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Y'arr, that Pirate Man be takin' the girl and a pricey pearl wit 'em. But I bet once Diveye the Sailor Man eats his seaweed, that Pirate has a few punches coming to him. Retro Splashy's design is so cute! Totally a fun scene and creative takes on all three.
Komito [Entry]
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Like a vintage Norman Rock(man)well painting, the diner scene truly gives off the retro vibes, from the checkboard floor to Big Boy waiter Rock in the background. Love the touch of Splashy's straw curving into a heart shape as she longingly stares at Blues.
@wennastudio [Entry]
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I get the vibe of Axl imitating Porky Pig here, saying "That's All Folks!" to end the episode, as he pops out before the fades out. And since you are alphabetically last, it makes your piece even more fitting to close out this category's pics with this cute piece!
CATEGORY 2 (Humor): Showing Some Skins
For this category, entries needed to contain a character wearing an out-of-place holiday-themed skin or outfit that was not Valentine's Day-related, while in a Valentine's Day scene or setting. Being the humor category, the more it makes us laugh, the better! 1.) @aurantia-ignis [Entry] $175 Winner!
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🎵Zero the Snowman was a jolly, happy soul...but are YOU happy, Ciel? I love how Zero took White Day this literally to don this amusing snowman outfit. And out of all the entries for this category, you pulled off the absurdly humorous costume the best.
2.) @drewblossom [Entry] $100 Winner!
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It might just be a simple party hat, but I mean, Bass isn't wrong. Subtle, but I was amused! The heart shaped speech bubble was a nice touch to help sell the dialogue's punch line as well.
3.) AbilityField [Entry] $75 Winner!
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Clever way to show the rush in changing between events, as RiCO is in part Valentine's skin and part Celebration skin dress that are digitally switching. ViA has it much easier throwing on a coat. It's always easier for the guys to get ready, as they say.
4.) Miralie [Entry]
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While Zero and Iris are dressed for the day, X's date does sort of have that Halloween vibe to her, as a witch. While Axl is clearly enjoying Singles Awareness Day...or doing his best Stuart Smalley impression by giving his Daily Affirmation that he's good enough, he's smart enough, and doggone it, Reploids like him.
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Hello!! I just wanted to say thank you for writing any and all Star Wars fics, especially the Echo ones because he truly deserves the most love😭😭 if it’s okay and if you’re interested of course, can you please write like a marriage fic with Echo and a fem! reader? Maybe something romantic and intimate, tooth rooting fluff with a bit of smut? Thank you!💙
Honeymooning***
Echo X F!Reader
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After getting hitched with Echo, he shows you just a small glimpse of what married life will be like with him.
warnings: NSFW 18+, very soft smut, p in v sex, creampie, established relationship & marriage. Fluff galore. Just a lovely one shot. Reader is described as wearing a dress and female.
Authors note: sorry for the wait and I thank you for the kind words anon. Lots of love to you and hope you enjoy this little piece. Echo deserves everything and more.
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“I can’t believe we’re married!” You squeak in excitement, allowing your handsome husband to carry you through the door to your honeymoon suite in a beautiful hotel on Naboo.
Echo grins, completely ecstatic that after months of pining over you and not being able to hold back on a kiss so full of passion after a long mission away, he now has put a ring on your finger.
“Me either my love.” He kisses your cheek, gently placing your feet to the ground once inside.
You find yourself twirling around the room in complete awe that Echo had planned this little night away right under your nose. Well, with some help from his brothers too.
He is watching you, his beautiful bride, and his heart is full. There’s a light in your eyes that he never wanted to see fade and your skin was glowing. “What do you think?” Echo gestures to the open planned room and as you look around some more your heart swells at the night of your favorite flower petals that were also at the ceremony scattered on the bed.
“It’s beautiful. Thank you, Echo.” You skip to him with your arms snaking around the back of his neck, kissing him with so much love.
He smiles against your mouth, returning the kiss. “You’re welcome. Anything for you.”
“Anything, hmmm? Does that include breakfast in bed?” You tease, pulling back to rest your forehead to his.
“Yep.”
“Wash the pots and do the laundry?”
“Absolutely.” He says with a smirk as you raise an amused brow.
“Love me forever?”
He cups your cheek with his flesh hand, thumb tracing over your cheek. Never had he envisioned this kind of life before with anyone, let alone after his accident. The thought of never being enough of a man for anyone burned into his mind every waking moment but when you came into his life, that all seemed to change. Your kindness and courage burned brighter than others and you were most certainly the most beautiful sight he had beheld.
“Forever.” He confirms with a kiss that turns into something more.
Your hands play with the buttons to his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders so your hand could now play with the buttons to his shirt. All the while he is breathlessly struggling with the lace at the back of your dress and so you humor him by helping too.
“There we go.” You smirk as your dress becomes loose, seeing how warm his cheeks glow.
“Tricky with one hand.” He mumbled bashfully and although you wanted to frown, you silenced him with a kiss instead.
Echo sighs beautifully in your mouth, guiding you to the bed.
This moment right here was perfect.
As the sun set on your first day as newlyweds, you both lay in each other's arms, feeling a warm, loving energy fill the room.
With the exchange of your vows (that left Wrecker a blubbering mess), committing your lives to each other there seemed to be no better feeling than honeymooning in a luxurious room overlooking the Naboo ocean.
The light from the setting sun was a warm, golden glow that cast a romantic haze over everything in the room. And when you looked into each other's eyes, only a deep sense of love and affection could be felt.
Lying down on the bed together, your bodies entwine. The kisses you shared were gentle at first with Echo’s lips meeting yours in a soft, tender embrace. Though, the kissing became more passionate as you explored each other's mouths and danced with your tongues like it was your first dance.
Both your hands roamed each other's bodies, caressing every inch of now nude skin whilst feeling each other's desire building. There was a deep, overwhelming urge to be together, to connect with each other in the most intimate way possible.
So, your bodies became one. He has pushed inside you with a shuddering breath, cock stretching you open beautifully as he begins whispering the most beautiful words anyone could hear. His passion increased with each movement, each touch.
“My darling bride, so beautiful.” Echo whispers through gritted teeth, looking down at you as you're splayed beneath him in the crisp white bedding and flower petals.
“My darling Echo,” you whisper back, adjusting to his size. It had been a while since the two of you did anything intimate, supposedly wanting to wait a while until the big day; and here it was, “how could I be so lucky?”
The two of you were completely lost in the moment, completely absorbed in the love you shared for another.
His rhythm begins to pick up, soft thrusts that still manage to make you hiss in relief at that delicious pressure inside you. Your noises only spurred him on, and as he managed to keep himself up right with his scomp pushed into the bed, his free hand comes up and plays with your breasts and marvels in their beauty. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Your eyes clouded with tears at that point, overwhelmed with emotion as you’re held in the embrace of your beloved husband. The tears of joy are streaming down your face as you bask in the warmth of his love. He kisses away your tears, knowing that they’re ones of happiness and a small smile grows on his face as he admires the petals that cover your body.
As you look up into your husband's eyes, you’re struck by the depth of his love for you and the happiness you had brought him. His hold on you is so gentle as he grinds into you all the while he is whispering words of affection and adoration.
You feel like the luckiest person in the world to have found someone who loves you so deeply and completely. With your hearts beating as one, your love is nothing short of pure and true.
“E-Echo, I’m going to cum.” Your hands hold onto his body as he presses against you, both of your breathing’s of ecstasy becoming ragged and needy.
“Let go, my cyare. Cum for me and I’ll do it for you.”
When you cum, toes curling and stars clouding your vision, he fills you with his seed. Warm spurts of white lace already seeping out of you as he collapses against you, legs shaking as the two of you come down from your highs.
As you lay together, spent and satisfied, you held each other close. There’s a wonderful feeling in the air, a sense of peace and contentment that came from knowing that you were together forever. Bound.
Slowly, your handsome soldier drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face. Meanwhile you lay awake and begin tracing soft circles into his back as his face buried into the pillow, knowing that both of your love for another would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.
In that beautiful open-plan room, surrounded by the natural beauty of the ocean and as the stars light up the sky, you smile as you imagine the new chapter in both your lives together. One so full with love, laughter, and happiness.
You really wouldn’t ever forget the sensual, romantic kiss that marked the start of this wonderful journey.
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Can I request a Fluff Prompt #4 “I’m the luckiest girl/guy/person ever.” for Malleus?
~Malleus with fluff list 2 #4~
Prompt(s): #4 “I’m the luckiest girl/guy/person ever.”
Author notes: He deserves this after my angst one 👏 👏 .
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You felt so lucky. I mean you have The Malleus Draconia as your lover. Maybe it’s cause your non-magical in a world full of magic. He was seen as big, evil, scary anything you think of a dragon as. But he was so sweet.
He was what you could consider old fashioned. He held doors open for you, pulled your chair out for you, always walks on the outside of the sidewalk. It felt nice, he always respected you and your boundaries. You just told him and he’d make sure to respect it or help you if your uncomfortable.
“Is everything okay? You’ve been quite.” Malleus speaks bring you out of your thoughts. “Huh? Oh! Sorry Mal! I was lost in thought.” You answered truthfully.
He smiles at the nickname before speaking again. “No problem. I shall repeat it. Would you like to go stargazing with me later tonight?” He repeats tilting his head to the right.
“Stargazing? Sure I’d love to. But I’ll get the basic stuff.” You say before smiling sweetly.
“Basic stuff?” He asks looking very confused.
“You know, a blanket to sit or lay on, food and drinks?” You reply looking confused at him now.
“Oh. I haven’t brought those with me to stargaze before. Am I supposed to?” He answered before smiling with a nervous look.
“No, no. That’s just what my friends and me did when we were little kids.” You reply watching the nervous look on his face disappear.
“Ah I see. Shall I bring something as well then?” He asks tilting his head yet again.
“You can bring anything you want to Mal.” You answered before giving him a closed eye smile.
He just nods his head before the lunch bell rings. Lunch ended faster then you expected. The both of you part ways and head to your classes. You had gym and he if you remembered right had history.
By the time you two meet up it’s late. But with the conditions of homework and training it wasn’t a shock. Your phone said it was 7:28 pm.
“I know the perfect place to stargaze.” Malleus speaks has the two of you walk hand in hand him. With him holding your picnic basket and you holding the blanket. You don’t speak just nod your head and let out a hum noise letting him know you’re listening. It silent as the two of you walk but it’s a comfortable silence. You continue walking thorough the woods before seeing a clearing. There’s a small pond and a lot of pretty flowers around said pond. There was a lot of fireflies around to making it even more pretty and enchanting.
“How do you find all of these pretty nature spots?” You ask being curious as he always finds the best places.
“Hm? I’m not sure. I just seem to walked upon them well out on a walk.” He response turning his head to look at you before he smiles sweetly.
You set up the blanket and he puts down the picnic basket on it too. You both just leaving it as neither of you were hungry or thirsty at the moment.
Two of you just watch the stars for a bit and it was nice and peaceful. He would point out some constellations of stars he knew and you couldn’t help but smile. He was adorable when he talked about any of his interests.
“I’m the luckiest girl/guy/person ever.” You speak random.
“Really? What do you mean?” He asks as he turns his head to you looking curious.
“You’re an awesome person, well fae I guess. I feel lucky to be dating you, your so sweet. You always make me smile Mal.” You say staring him straight in the eyes.
“You always make me smile too child of man.” He answered with an sincere and honest and look, before smiling.
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Some people have pointed out you can extremely easily pick the lesbian flag out the leaked howleens hair. While this is probably a delightful coincidence I’m wondering how you feel about howleen being the lesbian rep instead of clawdeen? Would it be a nice treat or a cop out?
You super can! Her hair looks like the sunset flag just upside down.
I want GOOD queer rep in Monster High! I want it almost as much as I want diverse body types. I want it so badly. I’ve DUG deep and unearthed some some queer rep crumbs. Zomby Gaga was technically our first Bisexual Doll, Greta Gremlin is technically our first trans doll with Frankie being the second, Neighthan & Valentine we’re both intended and coded to be gay men written by a gay man. But where or… should I say were was our lesbian rep? Garrett proudly declared Clawdeen as a Lesbian and because he was the creator most fans took his word as law… but this didn’t feel like a victory to me, it felt hollow. It bothered me & I couldn’t figure out why, after being called Lesbophobic by a dozen people on Twitter for daring to disagree with Father Monster it hit me! Years prior Garrett was asked outright if he wrote Clawdeen to be a lesbian & he said it was never intended her to be that way but he supports people who see her as gay. NOW fast forward like 2-3 years? Garrett left Mattel, he was not fired he left. Garrett declares Clawdeen as a Lesbian. The timing is important because not only did this come after admitting she was never written to be a lesbian, he said it years after he left Mattel and no longer had any influence on Monster High, Clawdeen was no longer his character. His word now means nothing. This? Was messy and unfair to lesbians who deserve to have good rep! Not just a sloppy afterthought tagged on later. Mattel clearly did not agree & hammered it home in G3 that Clawdeen’s hobby is “flirting with boys” and in the live action movie Deuce is crushing on her and the feeling is mutual. This had to hurt lesbians who see themselves in her and that? Was cruel. (I’m keeping my fingers crossed for Bisexual Clawdeen).
Now! I told you that story to tell you this story: Howleen has never had a canon love interest, she is also 14, these two things are related because in the episode Fierce Crush there is some type of full moon event going on that is making all of the werewolves lovey-dovey. (It’s probably mating season, but this is a kids show.) it's the first full moon of the lunar leap year.
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There werewolves are giving their lunas a token of their love, This Crescent Moon High boy gives his ghoul his class ring.
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Clawd gives Draculaura his varsity jacket. (someone please draw her absolutely swimming in that jacket pls)
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Dee O'Gee gives his luna his... flea collar... how sweet of him...?
and Clawdeen tells Howleen not to fall into that “I gotta get a boyfriend” trap because she is too young. Howleen takes this as great personal offensive & says she’s not in a manner very fitting of someone whose obviously not mature enough to be dating yet. On cue Romulus helps Howleen with her stuck locker & she makes goo goo eyes at him, Clawdeen instantly tries to curb stomp that by gently reminding Howleen that Romulus used to puppy-sit her.
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She tells her friend Lothar who...is someone we have never seen before this moment and we will never see again... That she "Really Likes" Romulus. As her friend, he tries to give her good advice and the advice he gives her IS good advice but she messes up and sets Romulus on fire.
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But her attempts to impress Romulus are all in vain because apparently he's into.... The Create A Monster Wolf girl!?!?
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Sure... Why not?
Anyways Howleen is kinda bummed by this and Lothar comforts her telling her that "If he can't see how furrific you are? then it's his loss"
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Which is once again, really good advice. Lothar is pretty wise for someone we've never met before and we will never see again... Pity, we could have used a wise chubby little brother troll doll.
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But then oh no! he likes Howleen! but she only see's him as a friend and the episode ends with narration from Frankie that "Romance can be pretty tricky sometimes. For every Monster who wont notice you, There's someone behind you, you're not noticing and someone right behind them" implying this slug girl has a crush on Lothar. WTF she's cute too! give us slug girl little sister doll!
Now NORMALLY I would say this is Howleen expressing an attraction to boys. That's usually my M.O. of ringing that cow bell that she's into boys and that automatically rules out Lesbian but still keeps the door open for her being Sapphic And OH BOY! I’m gonna eat my own words here but part of being being emotionally mature is admitting when your wrong and I don't think this attraction to Romulus is genuine. I think she is just trying to spite Clawdeen which is her usual M.O., Seem more mature than she is and she's probably feeling pressure from this lunar new year thing, I don't think she's actually into Romulus considering It has never come up before this episode and it never comes up again.
And I'm glad it never comes up again because it's fuckin' gross. He's way too old for her and I mean that in a serious way not in my usual "Romulus is absolutely a 45yr old grown ass man" way. He's gigantic and more than likely a High School Senior or even a Super Senior which puts him around 18yrs old and I know 4 years might not seem like much the older we get but that is a huge maturity gap for teenagers and totally inappropriate and possibly illegal I'm not really sure.
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SO! Since that is really the only time we see her show an attraction to boys and no, I'm not counting her kissing the eyeball boy in "Why do Ghouls fall in love" that was her under the influence of Cupid's love spell and not real. it doesn't seem like she's into boys, but once she becomes friends with Twyla? they are never apart! and that is freshman shorthand for "I like You" could I be reaching? could be, maybe, it's possible... I'm not a fan of "they're dating just because they hang out a lot" but Twyla is literally the only person she trusts whose not family.
However, this is all circumstantial evidence, she's 14 and may not be into anyone! despite her protests she is still a baby.
But I don't think her being gay would be a "cop out" I think it would be wonderful lesbian rep if they plan her this way! her and Twyla is a huge ship and I find it adorable. there's gotta be SOMETHING there if so many people ship it. normally I don't go with the flow with ships I need something there.
But a lot of gay kids see themself in Howleen and if anyone could be the one to show them it's okay? it would be her. Howleen spent the entirety of G1 trying to find herself.
I think it's time she does.
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Locked Down Part 16: The Escape
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Female Reader
Word Count: 8,237
Rating: M. Some swearing, just a little angst. (a mention of some spice but nothing graphic)
Summary: Dieter’s gone, but that doesn’t mean you’re not in contact. But with him on the other side of an ocean, you’re free to pay more attention to your surroundings - and growing discontent with the rest of the cast. 
Author’s note:
This chapter (and the next) are much different than the others in this story - and have been a challenge to write. Please enjoy. 
Catch up on the other parts here: Locked Down Masterlist
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The only immediate thing that Dieter leaving changed for you was the amount of sleep that you got per night. 
For the first few days, you missed him terribly - waking up and going to sleep alone were rough, and it was common for you to startle awake in the middle of the night, hand reaching for the empty space in the bed that he’d previously occupied. The cologne helped slightly - you’d sprayed the pillowcase the third day after he left, the scent of him filling your nostrils again, but it wasn’t the same. 
And even though you still spent time with the other crew - and on one occasion, had a drink with Carol, letting the woman vent to you for a full hour about the way things had gone on set that day - you were always back in your room relatively early, preferring to fill your time with Netflix in the background and your video files in front of you. 
You spoke to Dieter once a day over the phone and texted back and forth frequently, but the 8 hour difference was difficult to match up with your filming schedule - Dieter was waking up as you were finishing your workday, and by the time he was ready for bed, you were either sound asleep or already at work. It’ll be easier when we’re on the same continent. Aside from the distance, though, not much else was different. The two of you still flirted back and forth with each other via text and pictures, and Dieter remained interested in how the shoot was going and how you were handling the final days of a disaster production. 
He’d been right - things did get worse the closer to the end of the shoot you got. Darren snapped at everyone constantly, and in turn, the cast and crew’s moods dropped every single day until everyone was counting down until the daily wrap was called. 
But on that Friday night - the second one after Dieter left - you were sitting in the chair on your balcony under the starlight, smoking some of what Dieter left you when your phone vibrated with a text alert. It was Dieter, squinting into the camera with the beach  - and the ocean - behind him. Fucker. You didn’t call him, instead putting on your biggest and best frown and taking a picture to send him in return, a winking emoji coming back through only seconds later. Asshole. 
You were happy for him, though, the man getting a well-deserved break between work assignments and taking a couple weeks to relax, but you were also annoyed that while he was enjoying the warmth, you were stuck in chilly England for at least another few weeks. And then it’s back to land-locked Atlanta. Deciding to send him a final message - Don’t forget your sunscreen. Call me later if you want. - you stood and headed back inside, crushing the remaining section of your joint beneath your shoe’s sole. 
He didn’t call though, and you fell asleep while watching a movie, waking up with your arms wrapped around Dieter’s pillow only as the sun began to shine through the panes of glass in the balcony door. That’s the longest I’ve slept in a week. It wasn’t even 8 am, but you felt refreshed, choosing to get dressed and get breakfast before returning to your videos, trying to decide whether or not you wanted to text Dieter to say goodnight. 
He made the decision for you, your phone ringing and showing you a picture of his face on the screen as you walked down the hallway. “Good morning, Dieter.” 
“It’s midnight here.” He sighed, clearing his throat. “I was gonna call earlier, but I lost track of time.” Assuring him that he didn’t need to explain himself, you started down the stairs. “Met some friends and we hung out for a while on the Boardwalk, got something to eat.” He coughed. “Haven’t seen any of them since last year, and it was … really fucking nice.” 
“Good.” You were curious about who he’d met up with, and knew that all you’d have to do was a quick search online to find out if anyone had caught pictures of it. But I’m not going to. “Sounds like you had a good day, then.” 
“I did.” Dieter paused, the silence hanging heavily between you. “Woulda been a better day if you were here, too.” 
“Next time.” You spoke around a lump in your throat, nodding even though he couldn’t see you, and as you turned the corner toward the dining area, you spoke again. “You gonna be on TMZ, Dieter? Should I look out for pictures of you on your beach adventure?” He laughed at that, the sound warming you as much as the sun had likely warmed his skin. 
“Maybe. You wouldn’t believe the shit that they’ve been taking pictures of because everyone’s still staying inside. It wouldn’t surprise me if they got pictures of us, even though they’re nothing good.” 
“It’ll go back to normal. As soon as more people start getting back into their routines, they’ll have to diversify and then it won’t just be people following celebrities around to take pictures of them shopping at Target or putting air in their tires.” You’d reached the main hall, peering in to see that some of the cast and crew were there already, plates of food in front of them. “I just got to the dining room. I need to eat and then get back to editing. I was supposed to have everything done for the week last night, but it was a really shitty day, and I -” 
“I should sleep anyway. Gotta meet my agent tomorrow, and since it’s the first damn time in six months, I probably shouldn’t be half asleep.” No, you shouldn’t. “I’ll talk to you later?” You told him that you’d be around whenever, and then hung up, tucking your phone back into your pocket. Hearing his voice had cheered you up immensely, the smile not leaving your face while you picked out your breakfast and then sat at a table to eat it, scrolling through your phone while you did. 
A few minutes later, another message from Dieter pinged through, a link popping upon the screen. He wasn’t kidding. You clicked on it, waiting for the page to load and burst out laughing as you saw that someone had taken pictures of Dieter and his friends - two men and a woman that you didn’t recognize, the four of them sitting on towels in the sand and then at two picnic tables as they talked and ate. Dieter shirtless in pictures was different than seeing it in person - every detail of his body on display in stunning quality right on your screen - and you couldn’t help zooming in, eyes roving over his skin, which was slightly more golden than it had been the last time you saw him. Your food looks good. And I’m glad that you’re still social distancing. 
He replied back, a series of dots and the eye roll emojis, and you told him to go to sleep, darkening the screen as you returned to your breakfast. A few minutes later, you heard your name and looked up, finding Gunther standing next to your table, a worried look on his face. What now? “I’ve been asked to have you get your camera and meet the rest of the cast in the lounge in twenty minutes.” What? “Gavin has an announcement to make.” 
“Do you know what it is?” Groaning, you rubbed at your forehead. “I have so much footage to go through today, I -” “I don’t. But I have an idea.” Gunther leaned in, lips pressed together. “And you’ll want to be there.” He stood back up, nodding. “Twenty minutes, please.” The man turned and walked away, likely heading out to the other cast’s rooms, and even though it was the last thing you wanted to do, you stood from the table, gathered your trash, and then left, too. As you waited for the elevator, you couldn’t help texting Dieter, chewing on your lower lip. I think shit’s about to hit the fan. Gavin’s got an announcement. 
— 
Shit hitting the fan was an understatement. 
You arrived in the lounge before just about anyone else had, setting one camera on a tripod in the corner of the room where you could see everything to begin with and waiting, perched on the back of one of the couches with the smaller camera in your hands. 
The moment other people started arriving, you started recording on both, making your way slowly toward where you figured Gavin would stand to deliver whatever announcement he had to make. Gunther nervously stood on one side of him, Pippa on the other, and while you watched from a safe distance away, camera focused on the cast’s faces, you felt your anxiety ratcheting up. 
The man didn’t sugarcoat anything, and so when Darren slunk into the room a few moments later, you were ready, the announcement causing a shocked ripple to pass through the room, angry voices filling it moments later. A month of reshoots. Absolutely not. 
There was no reason for it - the excuses that Darren and Gavin gave about the studio wanting a certain scene to go a different way, dialogue not landing with test audiences, stunt sequences and special effects needing to be combined in a different way … it wasn’t the cast’s fault, and they weren’t happy about it at all - Carol leading the charge as they railed against the two men and the woman that had delivered the news. 
“There’s no fucking way I’m staying here for another month for that. It should take days, not weeks.” She crossed her arms and stood nose to nose with Darren, eyes blazing. “You can’t keep us here. You can’t make us -” “Well, we can, because the contr-” “No, actually our contracts only accommodate reasonable extensions, Gavin.” Dustin spoke up, head shaking back and forth. “This isn’t reasonable. And things need to be renegotiated if -” “Yeah, I mean I have another job lined up, and I need to get out of here.” Sean was on his feet, the man nervously fidgeting with his sweatshirt’s zipper. “I gotta get back home and get to my lifestyle brand’s development thing, and we all need to see our families, and this is …” “If any of you leaves, it’s a breach of contract, and you’ll owe the studio -” You couldn’t tell who was saying what, Howie’s voice louder than anyone else’s until the redheaded woman cut through it all, her voice shrill. “This whole thing is a fucking breach of contract, Gavin!” Carol’s hands were waving around, her curled hair tumbling down and over her back. “We haven’t been allowed to leave in months, just to work. There’s nothing in here that says it’s our fault that the fucking special effects people can’t figure out how to accurately depict a fucking Cliff Beast’s dick exploding, so -” “The studio gets what the studio wants.” Gavin crossed his arms, straightening his back. “You all signed contracts. You are here until the end of the filming process, and I don’t know what to tell you about it.” “Dieter and Lauren got to leave.” Krystal spoke up, the girl still seated. “They -” “Lauren almost died, and Dieter finished his scenes.” Dustin cut in again, moving to stand next to Carol. “So they aren’t involved in this. This is about us, and about the fact that -” 
“Reshoots begin Monday. We’ll film the end of the movie as soon as we finish with - “
“Fuck it.” Carol turned away, heading for the door. “Fuck this. I’m going to call my agent, and he’s going to…” Her words faded as she left the room, everyone else quiet. Oh, shit. This is … 
“This is bullshit, Darren, Gavin. Fucking bullshit.” Dustin left next, followed by Sean and then finally Krystal,  Howie trailing out afterward and glaring daggers at the three men and Pippa, who’d shrunk back almost nervously. 
When it was just you, Gavin, Darren, Pippa and Gunther in the room, you backed away, trying to stay quiet, but Gavin’s eyes swung toward you, an annoyed smile on his lips. “Get that? That’s some good BTS, right? And when the movie comes out and the reshoots are a success, the fight will seem -” “You’ve got your work cut out for you, if I’m being honest.” You lowered the camera, clicking it off. “They’re pissed. And I’m not too happy, either. I do have an actual job I need to get back to.” You said nothing else, moving back to your main camera and turning it off before you packed it away and exited the room, leaving the other four to stand in shocked silence. What did they expect? 
Hurrying back to your room, you decided that it was too late to call Dieter, instead opting to send a long voice message to him, hoping that when he heard it, he’d call you back. Whenever that might be. Cross-legged on your bed once more, you returned to your laptop, trying to figure out how to tell Carmen that your time in London had likely been extended again… but instead of doing that, you just pushed the computer away and flopped back into the bed, eyes on the ceiling. This is fucked. 
— 
He messaged you back while you were eating dinner that night, Dieter’s response exactly what you’d thought it would be:  Holy fuck, that’s going to end badly.  That was putting it mildly, and even though you knew that he wouldn’t have time to talk about it until later, you didn’t get to speak to him that night, because you ended up smoking the remainder of what was in the bag, the weed hitting you hard and knocking you out before 10. 
You slept through the night again, waking up to a growling stomach, and decided to order room service instead of risking running into anyone. You were determined to enjoy the final day of your weekend and didn’t want to ruin it by having to deal with anyone’s bullshit, opting to lounge in bed with the balcony door open until your phone rang that night - Dieter again trying to get ahold of you. “The cast group chat is insane right now.” He began the conversation with a laugh. “I wish you could see it. I think they’re staging a rebellion.” That’ll be interesting. “Seriously, though, next week on set could be really interesting, so make sure your camera’s rolling.” 
“You know what’s funny?” You laid back, phone held to your ear. “I’ve recorded hundreds of hours of footage over the last five months, and … maybe twenty five minutes is going to be used? I guess it could be up to like an hour depending on what they choose to release for promo, but like … what’s the point? They have someone here taking daily stills, but if all I’m responsible for is the BTS footage, they won’t need 99% of what I turned in.” 
“It’s still good to have it, though.” He cleared his throat. “And you’re getting paid no matter how much they use, so…” It was true - it didn’t matter what they did with the footage you filmed, you’d done the job you were hired to do. “If it gets bad, though, call me. Doesn’t matter what time.” Assuring him you would, you asked how his meeting had gone, trying to change the subject. “Really fucking good. He’s trying to line up something for after Valley, but I told him that it had to be the right project, you know? Would love a series, maybe. Something that keeps me consistently busy, sort of a regular schedule instead of flying all over the place for a movie every couple months.” 
“There anything on the radar?” You wanted to listen to Dieter talk, the man’s voice soothing even though it was slightly faraway, the result of your phone’s speaker. “A guest starring role somewhere? A lead for something that’s been picked up for at least a couple seasons?” “I’ve got options.” He laughed. “Booked a couple print campaigns that I’m going to be able to do while working in Montana, they’ll fly me back to LA or to New York for a weekend for those, but that’s not what I’m talking about, so …” He kept going and you closed your eyes at the sound of his words, the man launching into descriptions of a couple potential future projects. Before you knew, it, you realized that you’d been on the phone with him for three hours, and it was nearly midnight. 
“Dieter, I hate to do this, but I need to go take a shower and then get to sleep. I missed dinner, so I want to wake up early and get breakfast.” “I miss your shower.” He nearly purred the words, his voice dropping. “Miss you and your shower, actually.”  
“Yeah, well, I miss you too.” Rising into a sitting position, you eyed the bathroom door. “My shower at home is definitely not designed with two people in mind, so -” “Then I guess you’ll have to come to LA, because mine is.” He said your name, refocusing your attention. “Still want you to. As soon as you can.” Good. I want to, too. 
“As soon as possible, Dieter.” Standing, you began to undress, letting your clothes pile up on the floor. “I hope you have a good rest of your day, because you have plenty of it left.” Assuring you that he would, and telling you to enjoy your shower, Dieter ended the call and only a few minutes later you were standing underneath the spray of hot water, Dieter’s face in your mind and your hand between your legs. 
— 
Monday and Tuesday passed without incident, though the entire cast was on edge, their performances stilted. Dutifully, you recorded everything you were meant to, moving carefully around the studio with the camera and focusing on the most likely first sources of trouble - Carol and Dustin. 
But they were well-behaved, going through the scenes and taking direction. It seemed to you like they were biding their time, and by Wednesday, you realized that that’s exactly what everyone was doing. It took them longer and longer to come back on set after bathroom and meal brakes, each of the cast members making excuses. They’re testing Darren and Gavin. Seeing what they can get away with. It was interesting to watch all of them working together, and finding the weaknesses in the studio’s security measures, but everything came to a head on that Thursday, in the middle of a full-group scene. 
Carol disappeared first, the woman claiming that she needed to go back to makeup to get a touchup on her face after she’d accidentally rubbed her eye. Dustin was next, needing a bathroom break. Krystal’s excuse was that because of her age she was due a break, and Howie’s exit was preceded by the man answering a phone call and then wandering down one hallway and away from the set, holding up a hand and telling the assistant that trailed after him that he’d be right back. Sean was the last person to leave the stage, the man’s eyes flitting between you, Darren and Gavin before he sprinted toward the trailers, yelling about needing to get a drink of something, his voice fading the further away he got. That was interesting. “Are you leaving too?” 
Gavin snapped at you, the man’s eyes narrowed. “Uh… no?” You frowned. “I don’t need to.” But you did take a seat in one of the chairs, keeping the camera focused on Darren as he wandered around the cameras, hands behind his back. The more time that passed, the antsier he got, his chest heaving as he checked his watch. After ten minutes, he made an announcement for everyone to come back - but no one did. Oh, this is really interesting. Five minutes later, he made another, his voice strained as he stressed the importance of finishing filming on time. 
Gavin acted then, the man looking over at Pippa, who was speaking rapidly into her walkie, one hand pressed against the earpiece she wore. “Pippa where -” “We need to go.” The woman took off running for the main doors, Gavin and Darren following, you close behind. “They’re trying to leave. They’ve stolen a bus, and are threatening to drive away from the property.” Good for them.  When you reached the parking lot, you saw that one of the security guards had blocked off the path of the shuttle, which was being driven by Sean - the man’s eyes wide as he laid on the horn. Oh, this is going to be amazing footage. 
You paid no attention to what anyone was actually saying, instead focusing on what was unfolding in front of you - Darren and Gavin banging on the door of the shuttle, the shorter man attempting to claw it open, Pippa screaming into the headset, her arms flailing wildly as she shouted out orders. Anika, Gunther and Ronjon were even standing outside and watching, the blonde’s mouth twisted upward into a smirk. You made your way closer, keeping the camera on the vehicle, and finally one of the windows cracked open and you heard Carol’s voice, the woman’s face pressed to the glass as she yelled. “We’re fucking leaving. All of us are going and you can’t keep us here anymore!” 
“Yeah! Our agents agree and they said it’s bullshit that you’re trying to pretend like you own us! You don’t!” Krystal joined her, Sean still revving the engine, though he couldn’t go anywhere. “We’re so out of here.” 
“Everyone get out of the shuttle right now!” Gavin stomped his foot and Darren began banging on the door again, everyone’s voices mixing together. As you rounded the open space, you noticed something. If he backs up and guns it to the right, he can get around the security and to the driveway. “We need to finish the movie, and -” “FUCK CLIFF BEASTS!” Something flew through the air, exploding dangerously close to Gavin’s feet, and you realized that it was one of Sean’s drinks, likely thrown by Gus, whose arm was sticking out the window, middle finger in the air. “We are fucking out of here!” You had to laugh - the whole thing was absurd, but at the same time, you understood… and part of you wished that you were on the bus with them. Wonder if Dieter would have gone and left me here. You thought he would have joined them, wanting to show solidarity with the rest of the cast, but you also thought that he would have asked you to go with him. I’ll never know. 
Sean revved the engine again, and you realized that he likely couldn’t see the escape path because of the other vehicles. He didn’t think this through. You knew that backing up was the only option aside from the security car moving, and so you made a quick decision without lowering the camera, deciding to use it to your advantage - and as a reason for you to step between the security SUV and the shuttle. 
The man glared at you, but you only widened your eyes, mouthing the words “back up” and then tilting your head to the left, hoping he’d understand. It took him a few seconds, but then you watched as he grinned, nodding once before he opened his mouth, turned his head to the side and hit reverse, the shuttle moving abruptly. “GET OUT OF THE WAY!” The security guard screamed at you, but you didn’t listen, instead turning to capture the path of the shuttle as Sean navigated around the other cars and down the driveway, the sound of maniacal laughter erupting from the cracked open windows. 
When you knew that the security vehicle wouldn’t be able to cut them off, you moved around the SUV and toward the long driveway, focusing on the back window. It was open, too, Dustin’s face pressed into the space. “See you later, assholes!” Good for you. You filmed until you couldn’t see the shuttle - or the security SUV - anymore, and then turned around, the camera still rolling as you zoomed in on Darren and Gavin, the two men furious. 
“You did that on purpose. You helped them.” Yeah, I did. Gavin was fuming, the man’s cheeks red. 
“No, I did what you told me to do in October. I got the shot. I got the best possible footage.” Frowning, you continued. “Maybe Dustin saw the open exit out of the window?” You fought back a smile, shrugging. “Do you think they’ll come back?”
“I hope so. We have a movie to finish.” Darren was running his hands through his hair, laughing nervously. “Just a few more weeks, a couple more scenes and -” 
“I do not think they are coming back.” Anika’s voice cut in, and you swung the camera toward her. “We loaded all of their belongings onto the shuttle this morning.” 
You burst out laughing at that, and soon after, the woman joined you. Oh, good for you, Anika. Wow. Gavin finally stopped fuming, instead balling his hands into fists at his sides and staring up at the sky, his jaw locked. “I’m going to go and call the studio. Pippa … you need to keep in contact with the security, find out where they’re going and -” “On it, boss.” The woman pulled out her cell phone, tearing the headset off of her head and replacing it with the other device before turning back toward the front doors. 
“What am I supposed to do?” Darren’s whine was loud, the man’s eyes wide. “I -” “I don’t fucking know, Darren!” Gavin’s outburst caught you off guard, Anika jumping next to you and Gunther and Ronjon gasping from their positions by the door. “I don’t fucking know.” He disappeared inside, too, followed by Darren a few moments later, and only when the door had shut behind them did you turn the camera off, lowering it and turning to Anika.
 “Well that was interesting.” She pressed her lips together, still trying to suppress a laugh. “I think … I think that means I get the rest of the day off.” 
 “We should get a drink.” Gunther gestured for the doorway, one eyebrow arched. “I know the bartender.” 
 You laughed again, and then the four of you headed back inside - and straight to the lounge. 
 — 
 Dieter didn’t stop laughing for almost ten minutes when you called to tell him what had happened on set, and you joined him once you’d gotten the whole story out, switching to a FaceTime call so that you could show him some of the footage as it played on your laptop. “Oh, that’s fucking incredible.” He wiped at his eyes, teeth visible as he grinned. “Fucking Howie, man.” 
 “Dieter, it was one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen.” You’d watched through the playback countless times in the few hours since the cast had left, and while you were still waiting to find out what the outcome was for the movie, you figured it was over. There’s no way they get them to come back. “Would you have gotten on the shuttle? Let Sean drive you -” “Hell no.” He shook his head from side to side, blinking furiously. “I would have been the one driving!” Snorting in reply, you arched a brow. “And I wouldn’t have left you there, if that’s your next question. They’ve been planning this for a week, and I would have clued you in when it was time, too.” 
“A week?” You couldn’t believe it, Dieter’s eyes widening at your question. “You kept this from me for a -” “I did tell you they were planning a rebellion.” He winked. “And yeah, I had to keep it from you because you needed to be just as surprised as the rest of the crew. I’m not saying that you would have given them away, but I didn’t want to do anything that might have given fucking Gavin a reason to terminate your contract and not pay you what you’re owed.” It made sense - and you appreciated his looking out for you. 
“That’s probably for the best.” You shut your laptop and laid back, holding your phone above your face. “You know, they told me I had to stay here until they find out for sure what’s happening, so I might still be here for -”
“Book a flight home as soon as you can.” He sobered up immediately, expression serious. “They aren’t coming back. The movie isn’t getting finished. Everyone’s agents are involved. Studio will be on it within a day or two, but unless they can figure out how to salvage an ending with what they’ve already shot, I don’t think the world’s ever going to see Cliff Beasts 6.” 
“Holy shit.” You breathed the words out, mind racing. “That means that all the footage I shot won’t be for anything, I -” 
“You’ll still get paid. You did what you were hired to do. You had nothing to do with production shutting down. Might be a couple weeks short, but … it’s better than nothing.” He was right - and since you’d been getting paid weekly, you knew that you really had nothing to worry about, especially since you’d spent very little in the months you’d been in the hotel. “I hate to cut this short, but I need to leave. I’m doing a final chemistry test with Jennifer today. I guess there’s some rewrites they’re thinking of doing, and they need to see what works.”
“That’s fine.” Taking a deep breath, you rubbed at the bridge of your nose. “I’m going to go and deliver this footage, see what -” 
“I’m serious. Start looking for flights home. The sooner you book, the better.” He sounds sure. “I’ll talk to you later, alright?” You agreed and then hung up, gathering your flash drives and stepping into the hallway, still trying to contain your smile. Talking to Dieter was always a bright spot in your day, and the conversation stuck with you until you stepped into the production office - good mood disappearing almost immediately. 
It was a madhouse, Pippa pacing in the corner of the room, Darren sitting in a chair with his face buried in his hands, Gavin on the phone with someone and nearly screaming, along with other assistants and crew frantically typing on laptops and shuffling through papers. I’m just going to put these in the file and - “Why are you here?” Gavin lowered the phone, his attention on you. “Do you need something?” 
“I’m just dropping off the week’s footage, Gavin. At the very least, we won’t be shooting anything else until Monday, and …” You held the bag of drives up. “Everything’s labeled and cataloged up through this morning, so I figured that it’s better if you have it now.” The man’s lips were pressed into a thin line, phone held tightly in his hand, but then he nodded, rolling his eyes. 
“Don’t leave. You’re still on contract, and -” 
“About that.” You scratched the back of your head. “If they don’t come back, my job’s done, right? When do you think we’ll know if -” “We’re working on it!” He snapped at you, nostrils flaring. “Jesus, you’d think that in these circumstances you’d be happy to have a job, but all of you just seem to -” “That’s why I’m asking. I do have a job, Gavin, one that I’ve already put off returning to as outlined in my initial contract because we got behind. If I don’t need to be here, I need to be back there for that. If the movie’s shooting, that’s one thing, but just having me sit around in this hotel and wait?” You cocked your head to one side. “That’s not good for the studio’s bottom line, right?” I don’t give a shit about the studio, but I need to pretend. “Just let me know, please?” 
Reluctantly, he nodded in your direction before going back to his phone call, the man dismissing you as he turned his back toward you. Gaze flicking quickly around the room, you lowered your eyes to the file that was already full of your previous memory cards and flash drives, adding the neatly labeled bag you held to it before you turned and left the room - and the noise - behind you. 
Fuck that, I’m going to look into a flight home. 
— 
It turned out that leaving the country was much more difficult than you would have imagined with all of the COVID restrictions much different for international travel than they’d been when you flew to London. To get onto a flight, you’d need proof of a recent negative test from an approved location, as well as to fill out updated and much more intricate customs forms. And since you’d been in Europe for so long on a work visa, the process was even more convoluted. 
But with Dieter’s advice in mind, you were able to schedule a test and book a flight home for the following Thursday - the day after he was supposed to fly to Montana. The timing was almost comical, but it gave you something to look forward to, and it became even more real when you sent Carmen an email to update her on what was happening. It might change last minute. I’m not sure yet, but unless something drastic happens, I’ll be back in Atlanta late next week, and probably able to start work again at the end of the following week… depending on another negative test. 
You also managed to schedule a vaccine appointment in Atlanta for a date just beyond your recommended quarantine time period, wanting to get it out of the way. For the first time in months, you had concrete plans that didn’t involve carrying around a camera or work, and it excited you more than you were willing to admit. You texted Dieter with a screenshot of your flight information and he replied back with a smiling shot of himself - and a pile of suitcases behind him. Looks like we’re both about to get on a plane. 
Things were falling into place, and when - on Sunday afternoon - you were summoned to the lounge by Gunther, even more lined up. 
There were about thirty of you in the room along with Gavin and Pippa, and the mood was nothing less than tense. But none of the cast is here. Just crew. Nervously, you all waited, the man at the head of the room checking his watch a few times before he started speaking. 
“The Cliff Beasts 6 production has officially come to an end. Apparently the entire cast were able to convince their representation and the studio that working conditions were not … conducive to finishing the movie. As of tonight at midnight, you are all officially relieved of your duties. Consider the movie wrapped, and please begin to make plans for travel home.” He paused, glancing over at the woman next to him, who used one hand to gesture at the space in front of her. “Because this is so sudden, your accommodations here are good until Wednesday, but if you don’t need them, please feel free to leave. Thank you for your hard work during these unprecedented times.” That’s it? 
You felt the mood of the room change - a mixture of relief and surprise coming from everyone, voices rising as people started trying to ask questions. But Gavin just turned and walked from the room, Pippa following. Well shit. There was no reason for you to stay, and so you left, too, quickly making your way from the lounge toward the reception area and the elevators. Guess I need to start packing. 
But the sight of Anika at the front desk stopped you and you diverted to where she was standing, idly tapping her fingertips on the top of the wooden desk. “Can I help you? Is there something that you need?” She sounded bored but friendly, and as she asked, you realized that you actually did have a few questions for her. 
“Actually, yeah. I don’t know if you heard, but the movie’s officially done, so we’re all… free to go.” Her eyes widened, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “They said we can stay until Wednesday if we need to, but I actually have a flight out on Thursday night, and was wondering if you could recommend a hotel in London for a night or two, since I need to go into the city and get my final COVID test before -” 
“I will take care of everything. Do you trust me?” You nodded, watching her closely. “We have your information on file from when you first checked in, so I can use that to book your room in London, if that’s alright?” Assuring her that it was, the woman’s smile widened. “How many nights do you want to stay there?” 
“I don’t know. Maybe two? Just enough time to get my test in and see some things? I know the airport’s really far from the city, but -” 
“Give me an hour.” She sighed. “Doing this for you means that I do not have to do it for anyone else.” The woman winked at you, and you grinned back, giving her a wave as you headed for the elevator, thanking her. What a difference. But wait. 
“Hey, Anika?” You stopped about fifteen feet from the desk, turning back to look at her. “Do you want to get dinner with me tomorrow? We can go whenever you get off of work, but I thought it… would be nice.” She looked surprised but still agreed, her eyes lighting up. “Great. Let me know about the hotel and everything, and what works for you tomorrow.” 
— 
It didn’t take you long to pack everything - leaving out only what you’d need for the next two days - and by the time you were done, Anika had sent up an envelope with your travel information in it. 
She’d booked you a hotel in the middle of SoHo, using her connections to get a severely discounted rate, and had scheduled cars to get you from Clifton to the hotel and then from the hotel to the airport. Your testing location was only a few minutes’ walk from where you’d be staying, and she’d included an updated list of restaurants and places that were open during the pandemic, highlighting a few that were either highly recommended or personal favorites of hers. 
That in hand, you emailed Carmen again, telling her that as long as your test came back negative, you’d be home on schedule. Checking off all the boxes. You updated Dieter, too, asking if he had any recommendations for things to see or do in London, and in a spur of the moment text, told him that you were meeting Anika for dinner the following night, asking if he thought it was strange. No. Not strange. Good. And make sure you visit Hyde Park. 
You texted back and forth with him for a little while longer, answering messages while you looked through what Anika had set up and checked different sites online, trying to come up with a plan for the few days you’d have in the city. But why do I need a plan? I have ideas… I’ll just wing it. 
Waking up the next morning, you realized that you’d fallen asleep with the light on and your laptop open, phone unplugged next to you on the mattress. You had a few missed messages from Dieter, and even though it was the middle of the night for him, you replied to them, fingers flying over the keys. 
There was a steady stream of people leaving the hotel throughout the day - some of the crew coming to say goodbye on their way out - and by the time you left your room to meet Anika for dinner, you were exhausted. 
She was still in her uniform when she sat down in the booth across from you, but for the first time in the months you’d been in the hotel, you watched as she untied her scarf, folding it and sticking it in her pocket before letting her hair down, fingers moving through it to loosen the style. “It was a very long day.” She sighed, covering her face with both hands. “I forgot what it is like to be busy here. So many people checked out, there are so many rooms to clean and -” “So you’ll have a drink with me.” Cocking your head to the left, you stared at her. “Or maybe two.” She laughed but agreed, and for the next twenty minutes, the two of you made small talk as you worked through your first round, looking over the menu. Once you ordered your meals, you leaned back in the booth, the fingers of one hand wrapped around the bottom of your glass. “I’m sorry, Anika.” 
“For what?” You saw the quick flash in her eyes, the woman knowing exactly what you were referring to, but not wanting to admit it. “You have nothing to apologize for.” 
“The thing with Dieter just kind of happened. I tried to stay friends with him and nothing else, but we kept meeting each other on the balcony, and then we started talking and it just … happened.” 
“I know.” She used both hands to hold her drink, turning the glass slowly on the table. “I was … I am jealous of you. I have been a fan of Dieter’s for years, and I was so excited he would be staying here.” Her shoulders rose and fell. “It was stupid. To think that a movie star would -” “Anika, it wasn’t stupid. Look, up until like, Christmas, I wasn’t sure that it was going to be anything more than casual, while we were here. Dieter’s… Dieter, and he’s got his choice of men and women, you know?” She nodded, eyeing you cautiously. “And I have to admit, I was pretty impressed with the way you just went for it with him. You knew what you wanted, and you let him know, and I really think that under any normal circumstances, it would have worked.” 
“Maybe. For a little while. But it would not have been real.” She sipped her drink. “We don’t know each other. I live here, and he lives in Hollywood, and -” She sighed. “It would not have lasted. I saw the way he looked at you, even before … in the beginning.” She chewed on her lower lip for a minute. “And the way you look at him? I thought … I was worried that you didn’t care about him, but then he almost … when I saved him?” 
“I froze. And you didn’t. And I am endlessly thankful to you, Anika, and I know he is, too.” Your food came then, but the two of you ignored it. Instead, you focused on the woman in front of you. “I just want you to know that I was never trying to … flaunt what was going on between us. I never wanted to make you jealous, or upset you. But there were only so many places for us to go, and seeing you was -” 
“That did make it worse.” She smiled as she reached for her fork, twirling a mouthful of pasta onto it. “Seeing you together all of the time. But you are good for each other. You make Dieter happy. And he deserves to be happy, with someone like you and not his terrible ex girlfriend.” 
“Well there’s something we can definitely agree on. She was awful to him.” That got a giggle, and as you started to eat, too, the conversation shifted again. This isn’t over though. I know she still has something to say. 
When you finished eating, the woman insisted on using her discount before you paid for the meal. However, the two of you remained seated, sipping on your third drink of the evening. “Do you get some time off after everyone’s gone?” She looked relieved, nodding slowly. 
“Yes, thank God. The entire hotel is closed for two weeks for a deep cleaning, and I plan on going home and sleeping for most of them.” You laughed loudly at that, closing your eyes as you nodded in agreement. “Are you Dieter’s girlfriend?” The question was sudden, and it caught you off guard. Of course she asked.
She wasn’t accusing you - instead, the woman was merely curious, her eyes focused on your face. “No. Not … yet.” You reached for the necklace you wore, finger slipping through the band of the ring before you bent it at the knuckle. “We’re seeing how things go. He’s shooting another movie, so we wouldn’t be able to see each other for a long time, and just in case something… changes? It’s easier to just call this a friendship right now, even though …” 
“You are wearing his ring.” She pointed at your necklace. “It is very important to him. And that means that you are very important to him, too.” She ran her fingers through her hair again, finally looking away. “You two are not just friends and I hope that both of you decide to admit that very soon.” She smiled again, tapping on her phone. “Especially since the Internet is trying to figure everything out already.”
“They are.” You groaned. ‘Two pictures, Anika, and one of them was from a fucking Tik Tok. These people need to get lives, and not worry about his.”
“They aren’t just worried about him, they’re worried about you, too.” She wet her lips. “They are very thorough. And some of them are very …” She leaned in. “They write about him. About his characters?” The woman’s eyes widened. “It is crazy, the way they -”
“Anika, are you telling me that you read Dieter Bravo f-” She looked horrified but you only laughed, covering your face. “That’s funny.” 
“Don’t tell him!” She backed away, waving her hands in front of her face. ‘I didn’t even mean to find it, I -” She laughed nervously. “Some of it is not very good. It does not make sense. I think he would be … surprised to know that it exists.” 
“He doesn’t watch his own movies and shows, did you know that?” You balanced your chin on your hand, elbow on the table. “So I’m sure he doesn’t know it exists. Would be kind of funny to tell him, though.” She laughed again, but you saw that she was still anxious, waiting to see what else you’d say. “I won’t tell him, Anika. Your secret’s safe with me.” And now I have to admit, I’m kind of curious, too. “It’s too bad no one’s going to get to meet Gio… or, well, probably won’t get to meet Gio. That terrible accent would have been a focal point for a lot of people, I’m sure.”
“And the eyeliner.” She pressed her lips together. “I am sorry we did not become friends sooner. We… I spent too long trying to…” “No, it was both of us. And it was really unnecessary. So I’m sorry, too. Again.” You shrugged. “We can make up for that now, though.” Taking a deep breath, you scratched the side of your neck. “I’d be happy to call you my friend, Anika. Dieter or no Dieter. I don’t know when I’ll be back in Europe, but -” “I want to visit the United States when the pandemic is over.” She beamed, the smile changing her demeanor entirely. “New York City and Los Angeles and Miami and Las Vegas. I want to see it all, so maybe … maybe when I come there, we could see each other again.” “I live… sort of near Miami,” you agreed. “But yeah, any of those other places would work too, as long as I’m not working.” Using the pen that you’d signed the bill with, you wrote your phone number down onto one of the napkins on the table, sliding it to her. “My number. And if you want to add me on Twitter or Instagram or whatever, you can.” She took the napkin from you, eyes focused on the numbers. 
When the two of you stood up a few seconds later to head out of the restaurant, the woman surprised you by drawing you into a tight hug, though it was short. ‘I won’t be at the front desk tomorrow when you leave. I work in the afternoon, so this is goodbye.” She stepped backwards, nodding once. “For now.” 
“For now.” She agreed, and you said goodnight - the blonde woman walking one way down the hall toward the staff wing while you went in the other direction. It was still somewhat early, but because the hotel was already so empty, there wasn’t much to do - and so you took the stairs one last time, walking slowly through the halls until you reached the door to your room, casting a lingering look at Dieter’s door as you passed it. One more night. 
Instead of heading to bed, though, you changed clothes, opened the balcony door and climbed the low wall, settling into one of Dieter’s balcony chairs, a sweatshirt pulled tightly around your body. 
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a proper home {e.m}
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Plot: Eddie's never really had the normal home experience so one night, you decide to cook him a homemade meal.
Character: Eddie Munson x Plus Size Reader
part of my eddie ‘pretty eyes’ series
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Eddie had a good life; he was safe, loved and he had shelter over his head with food in his stomach every night. Sure, he and his Uncle Wayne weren't the most well off people in the world but they had enough to live off of so Eddie was content. It meant that they had to budget for things and had to save up for bigger purchases but they made it work. Eddie did odd jobs here and there to save up money so that he could buy his beloved guitar, it took him a long time but he made it work.
He loved living with his uncle, he loved living in a trailer; he loved his uncle and loved their life together but it was difficult especially growing up. When Eddie had been young it had been so hard when explaining to kids why his uncle picked him up and dropped him off, why it wasn't his dad. Kids at that age hate things that differ from the norm because they're not used to it so he would get teased for it. He didn't see the big deal that he didn't have his dad there, he had Wayne who was more than enough.
Wayne always went out of his way to make sure that Eddie was happy. He had done so much for the boy for years, given him forgiveness even when Eddie didn't deserve it. They were happy. It was one of the reasons he fell in love with Lord of the Rings so hard; because Frodo lived with his Uncle Bilbo. So even though Eddie had loved his upbringing with his uncle Wayne, he craved a part of the normal growing up experience.
Eddie had never been ashamed of his upbringing but when it came to dating and when you and he started dating, he couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about it. He would compare himself to the likes of Steve Harrington who spontaneously pick up his car keys and treat his date to dinner, a movie and even bowling all in one night whereas Eddie would need to save for a few weeks to be able to do that. He just felt as though he couldn't provide enough for you.
He'd managed to get a job at the local music shop, selling instruments and even doing repairs. He loved it, he was good at it and he supposed the money was better than nothing but even then, he would give some money to his Uncle for bills and groceries and set aside a little for savings and when he looked at what he had left (after taking off expenses for his van) it wasn't much.
You'd always told him that you didn't mind, you really didn't. You told Eddie that you didn't need to do stuff every single week, you didn't need to be taken to fancy dinners and be spoiled every week. Sure, you liked going out and doing stuff with Eddie like going to the arcade or going shopping or getting lunch at a new café but you didn't expect it and you never expected it often either. You were more than happy with simple things like preparing a picnic and heading to the beach or having a walk through the woods or going for some ice cream or heading into town and window shopping. There was plenty that you and Eddie could do on a small budget but even though you'd reassured him of this so many times, it still bothered him.
He just wished that he could give you more.
You'd decided that you were going to treat Eddie. You knew that he craved a little taste of the 'normal' upbringing so you decided that you'd cook him a homecooked meal with him and treat him for a change. You wanted him to be spoiled instead. When you'd first proposed the idea to him, he was a little sceptical but when you reassured him that it would just be the two of you, he was more into it. He had met your parents but only a few times and for not very long, he didn't feel like having his first proper sit down homecooked meal with them just in case he made a fool of himself.
So when Saturday midday rolled around, you and Eddie headed to the local supermarket to get the groceries. You had given Eddie full control, he was picking what you made for dinner and dessert. He'd never had this before; he'd never had to be in the supermarket and not worry about the eventual cost. He did feel bad that you were paying for it but you reassured him that you didn't mind, you wanted to treat him so he accepted it (begrudgingly).
He'd decided that he'd quite like some chicken, potatoes, vegetables. "I've not had a proper Sunday roast dinner in... God I dunno... A decade ago? Christmas in... 75? Wayne and I had saved up and tried to cook a roast dinner but... we left it in too long and ended up filling the whole trailer with smoke." He smiled fondly at the memory, "Pretty funny though. We still ate what we could."
Once all of the ingredients were bought (and once you'd promised Eddie four times that you wanted to spend the money on the food so that you could make dinner) the two of you went to your house to start preparing it.
"I really appreciate this, you know," Eddie told you as the two of you drove him, "You don't have to do this you know."
"I know," you told him with a smile, "I want to. You deserve it, Eds."
Eddie felt inferior as he watched you get things set up in the kitchen. He had no idea about what to do. Sure, in school he'd had home economics classes years ago so he knew the very, limited basics such as hygiene around cooking and he knew how to deal with raw foods correctly but that was about it.
The two of you started to cook, you helping Eddie along the way. His cheeks remained a light shade of pink, he was a bit embarrassed that he didn't know this stuff, but he felt better knowing that you were there to help, not judge. Eddie was a fast learner, he took things in his stride and was able to understand them pretty quickly so teaching him things like how to chop vegetables and how to peel potatoes went pretty smooth.
Dinner's on and cooking away as your cleaning the worktops. Eddie looped his arms around your waist, hands cupping your stomach as his head falls onto your shoulder. You smile as his grip on you tightened. You loved the way he touches your curves, never judging and always loving. Before Eddie, you'd never been with anyone who appreciated your curves, your lumps and bumps for what Eddie did. Your curves drove Eddie wild. So round and soft and warm. He swayed to imaginary music as he smiles, "Thank you for all of this," his voice is quiet and you can tell that he really does appreciate all of this, "It, uh, it means a lot."
You smiled and turned your head to press a kiss to his nose, "You're welcome."
"No I mean it," he took the various objects out of your hands and spun you around to face him, hands trailing your hips, dancing over your love handles, "Thank you. I, uh- I don't really think I deserve all this effort but I'm glad that you think I'm worth it."
"Course you're worth it, Eds. I'd give you everything if you asked."
He blinked, he's obviously surprised to hear that you think so highly of him, "You mean that?"
You nodded, "Edward Munson, I love you more than I ever thought possible so you bet your ass I'd give you anything and everything you ask for."
He looked at you with awe filled eyes and then that lustful spark in his eye glinted and made him grin, "When you say anything..."
Laughing as you rolled your eyes, you swatted him away from you, "Oh you're so clever, aren't you?" You joked before you told him that the chicken was ready to take out of the oven.
Eddie grinned at you, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, before he grabbed the oven mitt and took the chicken out of the oven, "Smells amazing," he murmured, inhaling deeply as he placed it on the counter, "It looks so good!"
Eddie let you plate the dishes, watching the portion sizes you chose, before carrying the plates to the dining table where he sat at one side and you at the other, "I'm weirdly nervous," he laughed, "Do we need to do anything? I've heard of saying grace, do we have to-"
"Not if you don't want to, we can just start eating if you want."
"Okay good because I'm starving."
You began to cut up your chicken in preparation to eat it, Eddie had already cut off a large piece in order and was tasting it right now, "Oh my god," he said, mouth full, "it's incredible!"
It simultaneously made your heart swell and broke it as you watched him tuck into the meal, moaning with every mouthful. It hurt you because you realised he'd never had this experience at least not for a long, long time; he'd never had a home cooked meal, never had the money or skill to do so. He'd never sat down at a table and ate with his loved ones. It hurt you knowing that he craved that so you vowed to give him little sprinklings of it as and when you could.
He cleared his plate pretty quickly, leaning back in the chair with his hand on his stomach, "God, I'm so full. That was so good." He grinned at you from across the table, ranting and raving about how good the meal was and how much easier it had been to actually cook it.
As you finished off your meal, Eddie never once judging you for how much you ate, you smiled at him, "I'm really glad we did this, Eds. I loved this."
Eddie nodded, "Me too... It's nice to have a - I dunno - a proper home experience?"
You shook your head, "You have a proper home, Eds," you told him softly, "just because it's not the same as mine doesn't make it any less real or any less valuable. I get our families money situations are vastly different but it doesn't mean that the trailer with your uncle isn't a home."
Eddie sighed, shoulders sagging, as he nodded, "Yeah, I get that actually... Well I enjoyed your version of your proper home experience." You smiled at him, "I dunno maybe one day we could make dinner for your parents?" He suggested, "Maybe my Uncle Wayne could come along too?"
You grinned at him, standing up and grabbing the dishes, "That sounds amazing, I'd love that, Eds."
He nodded, growing more confident in his suggestion, "Yeah, yeah that does sound pretty nice doesn't it? We could make this or we could make something else? I caught the last half of a cooking show the other night and they made this delicious looking-"
As he cleaned the dishes, he ranted on and on excitedly about what you could prepare for your respective families. You watched him with a smile, he was adorable; ranting away all excited like a kid on Christmas. You cut him off mid-sentence, grabbing him by the shirt and tugging him to you. It didn't matter that his hands were wet and soapy, didn't matter that he held a sponge, you'd not wanted to kiss that curly haired idiot more in your life than in that moment. Eddie dropped the sponge in the sink as you kissed him hard before his sodden hands went to your hips, grabbing the soft flesh of them before you pulled back, "I think that sounds perfect, Eds. I think it's all perfect."
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thedeadsingforme · 12 days
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Serpent's Love
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{Thank you for reading this if you have, Stella and Terry's journey has only just begun 💕}
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Our wedding day came quickly, my a-line dress fit me like a glove. Mama and Tori helped fix my hair, fixing it up so nicely, little diamond clips in my hair, I felt like a princess.
“You look beautiful, Stells,” Mama smiled at me in the mirror.
Terry and I were getting married at one of the most beautiful, picturesque, breathtaking private beach I had ever seen. A large tulle gazebo was erected over a cobblestone path in the sand. Red roses, sunflowers and lavender adorned the four corners, the archway was beautifully decorated with white tulle and bunches of lavender.
It was a small affair, Sensei Da Eun and the other new sensei’s were in attendance, Tori was my maid of honor, Brandon was our ring bearer, Mama and many students and friends sat, watching Terry and I become Mr. and Mrs. Silver.
Terry had his own vows he wished to say to me, “Stella, you make me a better man each and every day, in every way possible. I promise, I will love you forever, protect you, care for you if sickness befalls you. From this day forward, I vow to be the man you want me to be. From the day I met you I never expected that we would be standing here, yet here we are, in front of our loved ones. Thank you for coming into my life, thank you for seeing the best in me, and thank you for loving me through everything. I vow to give you the life you deserve.”
I couldn’t help it, a tear fell down my cheek, Terry lovingly wiped it away.
“Terry, words can’t describe the depths of my love that I feel for you. I promise that I will always be there for you in every way possible, you are my rock. My soul met its match when it touched yours, I vow to always love you, listen to you, and hold you through thick and thin. I promise to do this life with you and never leave your side.”
There were small sniffles in the crowd, Da Eun was emotional, for once, I saw her emote a feeling other than anger.
The pastor said the words we had been dying to hear, ‘you may now, kiss your bride.’
Everyone gathered for the reception at the lavish venue for the food and drink, the company and to celebrate Terry and me.
Our first dance was perfect, there are no words in any language to explain how perfect of a day it was, it was something you could only feel. Everyone enjoyed themselves, tucking in the decadent food, enjoying the company of everyone around.
Later that evening, the sun was beginning to set, Terry and I decided it was time to retire for the day. Terry whispered throughout the day that he wanted to, ‘take the ultimate pleasure of unzipping my dress, revealing all of my flesh to him, allowing him to drink me in and feel my warm body pressed against him.’
Drunk on his words, and Terry as a whole, leaving to go to our copious room was a wonderful idea.
Terry had his wish, he unzipped my dress, it pooled on the floor around me, I asked that he allow me to slowly take his three piece suit and bow tie off, savoring the moment.
We made love to each other like we had so many times before, but this time, I’m Mrs. Silver. What a wonderful title.
Terry took me to Japan for our honeymoon, taking in the sights, the smells, the sounds, eating the tasteful food… It was perfect.
My life had finally come full circle, I was married, happy, with the love of my life, enjoying each and every day. The chaos that ensued after the tournament was long since forgotten, Tori quickly learned how much I truly do love Terry, I had no intention of ever leaving.
Terry and I taught so many students throughout the Valley, I worked per diem at the hospital, all but quitting. Mama recovered slowly, but she finally recovered, able to work again, she felt renewed. I sent Tori to college once she graduated, she became a physical therapist, I am so proud of her. Little Brandon, that sweet thing, I could see him joining the police department once he was through school.
As for Terry and I, we lived every day as if it could be our last. Seeing the world, taking adventures, sparring and fighting each day in our dojo like it was our oxygen.
“I love you Stella Silver, what shall we do today?” Terry asked as we slowly woke one morning.
I couldn’t help but smile at him, pushing his messy hair back, “Let’s go live.”
I found solace and happiness in my life with Terry Silver, I was finally whole. A serpent’s love was all I ever needed in this life.
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thesafecafe · 2 years
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Ateez! Reaction: Their S/O Surprises Them in Something New
Request: here
CW: 18+, minors dni, suggestive/nsfw, smut is heavily implied, body modifications, (just tattoos and piercings really), etc. gifs not mine, enjoy! 
Disclaimer: I do not believe the members of Ateez would do this in real life, this is fiction meant for entertainment purposes. It is not meant to reflect the members or their behavior in real life in any way.
Hongjoong:
shocked at first
it wasn’t everyday he saw you walk around the house in lingerie and matching accessories
it wasn’t lingerie he’d seen before either, so he knew it was a recent purchase (if the charge on his card was any proper indication)
staring extremely hard when he thinks you’re not looking
he’ll give you his full attention after a few minutes deliberation
“Is this for me? Y/n, you shouldn’t have” 
will want to see you in things like this more often, he’s already thinking of ways to style you next time
but right now, he just wants to see you under him ;)
if he rips it off, he’ll just promise to buy you two more sets
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Seonghwa:
in awe of your boldness
you were making him relax and planning to massage all his tension away
“Lay down Seonghwa, I won’t ask again”
he definitely wasn’t prepared for you to be telling him what to do, but he liked it
he laid face down on the bed, shirtless, wondering what you were going to do
he felt you straddle his hips, and start working on his sore muscles, your hands coated in warm oil
lets out the most satisfied noises, occasionally moaning (which has you blushing but you don’t tell him that)
when you’re done, he pins you down on the bed
“You deserve a reward for making me feel so good love. Spread your legs for me, like a good girl.” 
you’ll be in need of a massage by the end of it
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Yunho:
giggly and shy
you wanted to perform a strip tease for him
You set up your house with candles and flowers, leading Yunho into your bedroom
Yunho watched in awe as you swayed in tune with the slow music, slowly discarding your clothes
as each piece dropped, he found himself craving your body more and more
he groans as you take off your jewelry extra slowly on purpose
finally can’t wait anymore, standing from his seat and approaching you
as the song ends, he wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you into his arms
“We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”
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Yeosang:
slightly confused initially
he was now aware that the pole installed in your home wasn’t just for show
you wanted to surprise him for his birthday with a pole dancer (aka you)
you sat him on the couch, dimming the lights red as you began your performance
what you didn’t expect was to see him go into his wallet and throw cash at you 
you almost pause, but Yeosang motions for you to keep going
when you finish, he makes you to come to him, sitting you down on his lap
“You wanted to give me a show, so make it worth my while babe”
has you perform a lap dance on him, running his hands over your skin, his rings flashing under the lights
definitely a birthday he (nor you) will ever forget
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San:
jaw dropped
you had nipple piercings and San couldn’t quit staring
“Do they hurt? No? Can I touch them?”
very curious about them, admiring how you look with them
once he learns they didn’t hurt, he starts touching them frequently
considering getting his own now that he sees you with them
makes a mental note to ask you about the procedure later
currently, he’s too occupied with exploring your chest. with his mouth (yes you heard that correctly)
he will tug on them with his teeth, just to rile you up 
sadism anyone?
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Mingi:
confused #2
malfunctions when he sees your new tattoo
carefully examines the place you got it (neck, hip, etc.)
traces the patterns in awed silence for a moment before telling you how cool it makes you look
“Woah babe, you look like a badass”
definitely finds it attractive
will find a way to make an excuse to kiss it when it heals over
it helps him to know that the place where you got it is also a sensitive spot on your body
always leaves a hickey or bruise on it somehow
prepare the anti-bruising cream and ice packs now, you’re in for a ride
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Wooyoung:
startled, but liking your boldness
he was only slightly unprepared to see you in full dominatrix gear
he knew that both of you were into it, but he was usually the one to initiate
regardless, his natural bratty side decided to make an appearance
challenging your authority is his favorite past time, inside and outside the bedroom
“Well, well, well, does the kitten think she’s in charge now?”
he knows he’s going to pay for that dearly, but he can never resist the urge to rile you up
smirks when you have him pinned down on the bed, wrists tied to the headboard
“Is that all you’ve got princess?”
a long night awaits you both
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Jongho:
absolutely caught off guard, because where did you get such audacity
you wanted to try out a new, less conservative style
which included many short and quite revealing outfits
your boyfriend found it quite surprising to say the least
loved that you felt comfortable enough to model your outfits for him though (he definitely isn’t complaining though)
definitely attracted to it, thinks of it as a healthy balance between your respective styles as well
would defend you anytime someone had anything to say about it
would mock the people that would stare at you because of your style
“My Y/N is so scandalous”
giggles with you over people’s reactions to you both in public
overall supportive, protective, and loving
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owkse · 2 years
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Obi Wan Kenobi ~ Moving On
Chapter 30
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Chapter 29
You wondered the halls, the lightness of the force making the urge to skip through the halls harder to ignore. Things had been... interesting, after Anakin’s trial, which thankfully ended with him being exiled to Naboo, the Jedi Council had decided upon a all order vote in changing the code. The ideology was still the same, but the idea of no attachments changed. Even with the change and the turmoil that has come from the war that ended two years ago, the temple was just humming with life. 
‘Y/N, a word with you I want, time have you?’ asked Yoda from the classroom, he was now vacating. 
‘Of course Master, I was just walking around anyway’ you smiled as the Master floated next to you. 
‘Happy are you? Now the war had ended?’ asked Yoda as you continued to walk. 
‘Very happy, I’ve not felt any force loss for weeks now’ you smiled, Yoda chuckling at the bounce you now had in your step. 
‘Happy now I am for you Padawan, excited to see where you go next I am’ Yoda commented. 
‘I think I’ve pushed the council enough for now’ you chuckled. 
‘You have, pushed us, but the force has also, helping us it is’ nodded Yoda. 
‘Hmm, I’m pleased for Anakin, he can live a peaceful life now, Padme deserves the chance to still serve as a senator’ you commented. 
‘Hmm, a brother Obi Wan still has, happy for him you are?’ asked Yoda. 
‘I am, apparently he’s been getting the children to call him Uncle Obi Wan’ you smiled happy for your partner. 
‘Childlike, Obi Wan is, a perfect match you make’ smiled Yoda, as you shot him a mock glare. 
‘Are you saying we are immature?’ you asked earning chuckles. 
‘Childlike, happiness it brings, to the force and to other Jedi, happy I am for you’ said Yoda. 
‘Thank you Master’ you blushed.
‘Forever you think you’ll stay?’ asked Yoda. 
‘I think you’ve been around the younglings for too long Master’ you commented raising an eyebrow. 
‘Maybe, the force is full of mischief tonight’ said Yoda now no longer making any sense. 
‘Master... what? Ok, what’s going on? Obi Wan told me he was seeing Anakin and now he’s in the garden...’ you said reaching out into the force. 
‘Go see him you should’ urged Yoda. 
‘Master will you just tell me’ you whined only for Yoda to use his stick to lightly smack your head. 
‘Go, have fun you should’ said Yoda using the force to lightly push you away. 
‘We’ll talk about this later’ you called over your shoulder, making your way through the garden. 
Entering the garden you found floating candle’s, lighting up the path in the late evening, the sun setting putting a soft glow around the peaceful garden. Walking you followed the candles to the willow tree, finding Obi Wan stood underneath. 
‘Hello darling’ grinned Obi Wan. 
‘I thought you went to see Anakin, I watched you fly out’ you said surprised joining the man standing under the tree. 
‘I wasn’t on that ship darling, Master Yoda helped me hide’ grinned Obi Wan, curling some hair behind your ear.
‘I knew he was up to something… but why did you lie?’ you asked curiously.
‘He was helping me, I didn’t lie I just… omitted the truth’ Obi Wan continued to beam.
‘Obi Wan’ you whined, as the man, wrapped an arm around your waist, pulled by you to him.
‘Shh, I stop whining’ said Obi Wan softly pressing his lips to yours.
‘Ok what’s going on?’ you asked your hand going to the back of his head, threading your fingers through his hair.
‘I wanted to talk to you… I remember the day we first met under this tree, you helped me in more ways than you can imagine, you’ve always had this ability to make everything… wrong or painful just disappear… I love you, I’ll always love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me young one?’ asked Obi Wan.
‘Yes Obi’ you whispered a tear escaping your cheek.
Moving away from you, Obi Wan pulled out a ring from his belt, and it was perfect. It was simple, yet elegant, and it brought more tears to your eyes. Placing it on your finger, Obi Wan then cupped your face kissing you firmly, you responding equally.
‘Obi Wan, I love you’ you said your hand on the side of his face, stroking his skin softly.
‘I love you young one’
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sobeverly · 2 years
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It was time. 
Time for Bo Sinclair to die.
[ 1k words / fem!reader]
just a lil short story that came to mind NSFW
CW: blood, cutting, kidnapping, death, knife usage
Her hands twitched in anticipation. The feeling had worsened in the last few days. He fell asleep some hours before. She kept awake for this chance. The chance to finally kill him. The months— hell it could’ve been more than a year— of preparing for this moment. She lost track of time after a while. 
He had admitted that his feelings grew for her. In the span of his kidnapping of her. Right before he slipped his limp cock from her cunt. He muttered, “I’ve never felt like this ‘fore I think I—,” She shut him up with a kiss. The fucker had the audacity to smile down at her after the fact. With as much adoration in her eyes as she could muster she replied, “Me too, Bo.” 
She hated how the words affected her.
Her back was to him, and with a quiet breath she slid her hand beyond the side of the bed. Pushing her hand under the mattress, she located her little, ‘slice of freedom.’ The cool metal was a relief to find, and when she was met with its silver reflection she smiled. She intended to slit his throat, or maybe stab through it. The meaty flesh she would kiss and suck on. All for this. It needed to be lethal. Because if it hadn’t… the horror he would inflict on her would put Hell to shame.
Finally gaining the courage to face him, she looked over at his peaceful state. Using her free hand, she peeled her blanket off, and away from him. The material falling to the floor. Her grip on the black handle of the knife tightened. The cool air cast goosebumps over her naked body. She turned towards him completely then slowly moved to be on her knees. Though expected, the creak of the bed caused her to flinch, and with that her hands began to shake. 
She stared down at him. His left hand rested underneath his head and the right lazily next to him; closest to her. Tanned fingers reaching out for her– taunting her. Scarred wrist on full display. The marks begging her to see beyond her situation. To see the troubled man that he truly was. He was beginning to open up to her.
Well, sucks for him, because this is how his story ends. Right here. Right now. She ignored the tears that built up in her eyes. His chest continued to rise and fall at an even pace. As quietly as possible she crawled over his groin area. Knees propped on either side of his hips. 
She brought the tip of the knife to his neck– only inches away. One final push and it would be over. She knew where the truck keys were. He could be dead in only a few breaths. Taking the knife's handle into both hands, she steadied her grip. 
Kill him! Kill him! Do it now!
She tore her teeth into her trembling lower lip. Why couldn’t she do it? He deserved to die. Her vision blurred with the onslaught of tears. She closed her eyes to get rid of them. Which was successful but a few droplets landed on Bo’s stomach. The feeling caused him to stir momentarily. Though he remains asleep to her relief. 
Her eyes dropped from his face to his scarred torso. He had explained they were from various accidents over the years. The lighter lines of scarred skin caught her eye the most. He had branded her with his own set of scars. Bo liked knives. When he first caught her they were his preferred use of torture. He would slice into her thighs then smack the cuts with his ringed hand. He liked how she cried, and when she felt herself passing out he would use the bloodied hand to grip her face. That’s when he liked to kiss her the most. 
Now she slept in the fucker’s bed. He had tried to tell her he loved her. It was all so repulsive. Though as she looked over his face the feeling was unapparent. 
What are you doing? Just fucking kill him!
He really had his hooks deep in her. He fucked her up with his torture and false love. The sound of a dog barking alerted her, and Bo too. Blue eyes fluttered open to her shaking figure. Bo was quick,  but with the knife only inches from his skin it was too late. She leaned her full body weight into the knife. 
Plummeting it into the front of his neck. She heard him growl before using both of his hands and throwing her off of him. Whimpering when she hit the floor, she tried to crawl away but was dragged back by her ankle. When she turned to face him he gripped the knife in one hand, and the other now firmly placed at his neck. To no avail as she watched the red liquid spill down his chest. 
“You fuckin–” He dropped to his knees with a rather loud thump. 
Bo managed to force his way over to her. He pushed her down to the wooden floor. His blood is now dripping onto her. She tried to push him away, but even till the end the man would fight. He stabbed her in the shoulder causing her to wail out in pain. He ripped the knife from her shoulder and attempted to lift his hand. His blue eyes started to roll back in his head. Bo dropped toward her, crushing her with his weight. The gurgling was torture in itself. Hearing life leave his body. 
Blood continued to leak from his neck and down onto her chest. He twitched all the while burying his face into her neck. 
She wrapped her arms around him, “I’m so sorry.” The apologies continuing into his brown hair.
She began to sob and gripped tightly on the dead man above her. When her lungs started to feel as if they would explode she pushed him off. Staring up at the ceiling, she felt a smile creep onto her face. Even as the tears fell she felt happy.
Though this was not the end. 
Now she had to get the fuck out of here. 
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looooooooomis · 3 years
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FINAL GIRL | FIVE
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You were his final girl.  And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.
p a r t   five  |  t h e  c a b i n (part I)
masterlist here
pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count:  5.6k (I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY) warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!)
A/N: after 8 months of MIA, SHE’S BACK BABY!!! this is part 1 of 2 of our fav couple being at the cabin x next chapter will have soft moments I promise lmao 
You should have been paying more attention.
If you’d been paying more attention, you wouldn’t have had five sets of eyes currently watching your every move, waiting for an answer you didn’t have. Why had you thought it was a good idea to stay up as late as you had packing your overnight bag for the cabin? If you had gone to bed at a reasonable hour, you wouldn’t have been as braindead as you currently were and, if you hadn’t been braindead, you wouldn’t have wound up in whatever ring of hell you were currently stuck in as your friends stared at you as though you’d grown a second head.
You pleaded with your tongue to say anything, pleaded for your brain to register a decent enough lie to make this uncomfortable silence end but nothing came out of your mouth. Only a pathetic hum and a gusto of forced laughter.
You wanted to die.
It should have been an easy enough answer to what was an even easier question. One that you’d practiced answering for the last two days and yet, as the moment for the lie came and went, you were left scrambling like a fucking moron.
You didn’t dare look at Billy as Sid curled into his side knowing if you managed to catch his coffee-coloured stare, you’d only be met with something between terror and amusement as you royally shit the bed. So, instead, you did the next best thing. You replayed the question over and over again in your head until you were driven mad.
‘Are you up for a movie this weekend?’
It was a simple enough question, one you’d managed to decline easily enough but, as Tatum frowned and asked the one question you were expecting to hear, your mind went blank.
‘Why? What are you doing?’
The answer you were supposed to say: I have to babysit my cousin in Santa Rosa all weekend. The answer they got? Silence. Pure, awkward as fuck, silence.
“Earth to Y/N,” Tatum laughed, brows furrowing. “Are you alive?”
“Sorry,” you huffed out a quiet laugh and shook your head, “I barely slept last night, I’m braindead.”
While it wasn’t a lie, you were still on edge. You’d think after months of sneaking around with the asshole sitting in front of you that you would have chilled out a little more but not today. Maybe it was the nerves of a full weekend away with Billy Loomis as his girlfriend hosted a fucking movie night sans her boyfriend and best friend – but something was making you stumble over what should have been second nature to you.
“You feeling okay?” Sid, the angel she was, asked with a small frown. Your stomach twisted in the familiar way it always did when your sweet friend showed concern. Concern which you most definitely didn’t deserve. “You seem…off.”
It would have been so easy to confess your dark little twisted affair with Billy right then and there. To just open your mouth and let the truth of everything you’d been doing behind her back play out. But you knew it would break her heart and, more than that, you were a fucking coward.
“I’m fine, Sid,” you smacked on a small smile and leaned into your locker. You had one more class until you were home free. Free of your friends’ inquiring eyes, free of Biology, free of Woodsboro. If you managed to get through this incredibly uncomfortable moment. “And I would if I could, trust me. I have to babysit my little cousin in Santa Rosa.” You feigned disappointment with a small frown. You could see Stu’s lips tug up in mild amusement out of the corner of your eye. “She’s nine, so if I don’t come back on Monday, know that she annoyed me to death.”
Randy scoffed and casually threw his arm around your neck. “Every day I’m thankful I don’t have any snot-nosed kids in my family. Losing my weekend to babysit? I’d rather rot.”
Despite your guilt, you managed a small smile as you looked across at him. “I think the kid would rather you rot, too. You’d be a terrible babysitter.”
“She’s right,” Tatum smirked, “you’d show the kid one of your weirdo movies where a girl with big tits is running helplessly away from her killer. It’d scar the kid for life.”
“Or,” Randy mused, “prepare them for the real world. Put some hair on their chest and all that shit.”
“Furthering my point, Meeks, you’d be a shit babysitter.” You laughed. “But, yeah, I’ll be suffering at the hands of a nine-year-old, so you guys have fun without me.”
“How about you, lover boy?” Tatum asked, looking across at Billy. “Will you be joining us this weekend?”
You should have averted your eyes. Should have done anything besides wait, with bated breath, to see what Billy would say. Slowly, those brown eyes tapered over towards you just briefly before looking at Tatum. With a casual shrug of his shoulders, Billy shook his head and leaned into Sid. “Can’t,” he merely said, “I’m going up north with my dad. He wants to get some of his affairs in order or something, I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair. “All I know is I was promised free beer if I helped him. So, I’m helping him.”
If Sid caught onto his lie, her face didn’t betray her once. And, as she looked up at her boyfriend with doting eyes, you couldn’t help but feel that pang of shame slice into your gut once again. She believed him. She always believed him. Believed you. Regardless of how good it felt to have Billy, that shame of knowing just who it was unwittingly hurting in the process never dissipated.
“You sure you guys won’t need help?” Sid asked, further digging that knife of shame into your chest. “Besides this movie, I’ve got nothing else going on this weekend.”
“Real nice,” Randy teased. “She’d rather watch Billy’s dad punch away at a fucking calculator then sit down with her nearest and dearest.”
Billy ignored Randy entirely as he glanced down at the brunette. “I’m sure,” he affirmed, giving her a quick squeeze. “Enjoy the movie night. I’ll be there for the next one.”
He lied so effortlessly, so casually, that it should have unnerved you. But it didn’t. Because for as good of a liar Billy Loomis was, you were right here with him. This dangerous little game the two of you were playing was becoming second nature to you and for as much as it pained you to see Sidney get lied to, you couldn’t help yourself.
You loved Billy. Billy loved you. Right person, wrong time. Only rather than wait like you knew you should have, Billy’s glow was much too enthralling to miss. You were both moths to each other’s’ flames and no amount of guilt or shame was strong enough to outweigh the otherworldly affliction the two of you had for one another.
The bell signifying your final class rung out, snapping you out of your brief reverie as you blinked and focused on pushing Randy off of you. “Want to drive me to the bus station?” You asked him. “I don’t want to drive all the way to Santa Rosa, so I bought a bus ticket.”
“Tonight?” Randy considered it briefly before shrugging. “Sure, I guess. I’ve got a shift tonight at seven, though. When’s your bus leave?”
“Six thirty,” you lied, mainly doing this so that should anyone drive by your house this weekend and see your car still neatly parked in your driveway, they wouldn’t bat an eye. “I owe you.”
“Yeah, you do,” Randy agreed. “And, lucky for you, I accept a lot of different payment options.” He wriggled his brows, earning a playful smack from you and an annoyed glare from Billy. Thankfully, Randy didn’t catch onto the latter. “Pick you up at six?”
You nodded. “Perfect.”
With your eyes flickering to Billy’s once more, you managed to shoot everyone a quick smile before disappearing down the hall towards Biology. Just how you’d managed to dance your way out of what could have been an incredibly awkward moment, you didn’t know. But as you felt that weighty stare of Billy’s on your back as you walked away, there was an air of excitement that swallowed you whole.
No matter how much guilt you felt, no matter how sick it made you to see Sidney get hurt, even if she didn’t quite know about just yet, there was a much larger part of you that couldn’t wait to get Billy alone.
Because for the first time in the seven months since you’d started this torrid little affair, you were finally getting Billy all to yourself. No prying eyes, no secret kisses, no having to hide every part of your relationship with the man. None of that.
This weekend, it was you and it was Billy.
And you couldn’t fucking wait.
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Randy, being the superstar he was, had dropped you off at the station a little after six-fifteen and by six-thirty-two, just around the time the actual bus was leaving for Santa Rosa, you were scrambling into Billy’s car with a wild grin on your face.
Just how the pair of you had managed to pull it off, especially given your brain lapse earlier in the day, was beyond you. But, as Billy tore off down the main street leading to the freeway, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom engulf you the farther and farther you got from town.
It was exhilarating.
And, as you glanced at Billy, who couldn’t have looked more like a movie star with his dark locks blowing with the wind cascading in through his open window, you couldn’t help but reach across the divide to gently squeeze his jean-clad thigh.
“Thank you,” you found yourself muttering and as those brown eyes met yours, you couldn’t help but grin. “For your stupid key proposal. In hindsight, it was very sweet.”
The dimple in Billy’s cheek deepened as his own grin grew. “Glad you let me steal you away?”
You loosened your seatbelt momentarily and leaned across to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Very glad.” You made a move to pull away but stopped when he gently grabbed your chin with the hand not holding the wheel. “What—”
The kiss, while dangerously stupid, was short and sweet but the emotion behind it, the genuine happiness that exuded out of Billy in those few seconds was palpable. “I really do fucking love you, you know that?”
“You’ve mentioned it,” you hummed and slinked back into your seat. When his large hand found your thigh, he gave it a firm squeeze that sent shockwaves throughout your whole body.
“Not going to say it back?” He teased, giving you a sidelong glance as he drew nearer to the freeway.
“I’d rather show it.” Rather than put your seatbelt back on, you shimmed in your seat and leaned into him as your fingers scraped along his thighs towards the button of his jeans. “Eyes on the road, Loomis.”
Easier said than done, Billy thought, torn between watching the road and watching you unzip his jeans. Raising his ass out of the seat just long enough to allow you to tug his pants down his thighs, the second Billy saw yours eyes light up as his now somewhat erect cock sprung free of his jeans, keeping his eyes on the road seemed impossible. But, the second he saw that pretty mouth of yours perk up in anticipation, it was game over. “Are you trying to get us killed?”
A low chuckle escaped your lips as you began to pump his length with your hand. “Focus on the road, Billy.”
“You say that like it’s easy.” Not being able to keep his hands off of you, he reached for your nipple and gave it a pinch through your shirt. “Take your shirt off, baby.”
“Shut up and drive.” You chided him, shimming in your seat so that you were on your knees leaning over the console. His cock was rock hard now and, as you ran your tongue alongside his length, from the base of it all the way up to coax your tongue along the precum that had gathered along his head, you felt him shiver beneath you.
“Fuck,” he hissed, tangling his fingers through your hair. You were too fucking good with that mouth of yours.
Still pumping the base of his cock with one hand, you swirled your tongue along the tip of his dick again before taking that perfectly girthy cock in your mouth. His grip tightened on your hair and your eyes watered as he pushed your head down to fully take the length of him inside of your mouth. He heard you gag on him but even as his grip eased up, you continued your pursuit of deepthroating him.
His breathing was shallow as he felt your hot mouth all over him. Between the sounds of your wet mouth taking him in and the occasional gag as you choked on his length, Billy was in heaven.
But having you this close as you fucked him with your mouth whilst still fully clothed was killing him. He needed to feel you. He wanted to feel your juices on his fingers and running down those perfect fucking thighs as he fingerfucked you. He wanted to hear you moan, feel you moan on his cock as he made you feel as good as you were making him feel.
He wanted all of you, needed all of you.  
Trying his damnedest not to shut his eyes as your mouth brought him closer to the edge, he reached beneath you to work on your own zipper but when that proved to be impossible, a frustrated growl tore out of his lips. “Undo your pants.” He hissed through bared teeth.
You hummed against his dick which nearly sent him into the other land of traffic. “No,” you purred, “I want to make you feel good.”
With one hand on the wheel and the other now gliding up and down your back as you fucked him with your mouth, Billy couldn’t help but buck into your mouth as you began to massage his balls. He was going to bust and soon if he wasn’t careful.
You were too fucking good and he was too fucking in love with you not to get lost in the way you made him feel.
“Touch yourself, at least,” he breathed out, desperate to see that pretty cunt. “Please, baby.”
Not granting him the satisfaction, you simply dug your nails into his thighs and moaned onto his cock and the sensation of it alone was almost enough to make him come down your throat. It seemed to slither around his cock, making him twitch and buck into your mouth.
But it was the second you moaned out his name as you swirled your wet mouth along the head of his dick one final time, swallowing back his precum with a contented hum, that Billy blew his loud inside of your mouth.
For a good five seconds, he didn’t care if he crashed the goddamn car as he watched you swallow his seed. He was bucking into your mouth, his breathing was ragged, as you guzzled him back and, as you finally released his cock with a pop, Billy almost lost it.
With a devilish grin, you simply wiped a finger along the edge of your lips and leaned back into your seat with a satisfied glimmer in your eyes. You knew you’d be in for it once he got his hands on you at the cabin, but for now, as you watched him lamely try and pull his jeans up his body to cover his slowly softening cock, you couldn’t help but laugh.
“What’s the matter, Billy?” You teased, fastening your seatbelt back up. “You look a little rattled.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he simpered, not bothering with the zipper or button of his jeans. Instead, he reached across the divide and grabbed for your hand as he ghosted his lips across your knuckles. “Just wait until we get to the cabin.”
With your suspicions confirmed, you couldn’t help but beam across at him as you drove further and further away from Woodsboro. That was definitely a threat and good god were you excited for its execution.
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By the time you’d pulled into the Loomis family cabin, it was pitch black outside.
The moon was too high in the sky and only a sliver of its light poked through the tall pine trees that surrounded the small house but, even with the low light surrounding you, the shadows that danced along the lake was enough to bring out a small smile as you quietly made your way out of the car. You didn’t need full sun to see the beauty surrounding you and the smell of the fresh air mixed with the spice of pine made any ounce of nerves filter out of you.
You were happy.
Unreservedly so.
Glancing across the roof towards Billy, he seemed almost distracted as he looked around at the familiar surroundings. You couldn’t quite tell if he was feeling as happy as you were in those brief moments, but you couldn’t quite blame him for that. The cabin held a lot of memories within it, many of which you knew included his mother. Where you felt freed and excited, you could tell the weight of his current whereabouts was heavy on his shoulders.
“Hey,” you muttered, slicing into the quietude around you. Walking around the front of the car, those brown eyes found yours as you circled your arms around his middle. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he assured, but his voice was low and distant. All the same, however, his strong arms enveloped you as he kissed your hairline. “Lost in a memory, I guess.”
You nodded into the crook of his neck but said nothing. He needed time to decompress, to familiarize himself with a house he hadn’t been in since his mother left. So, you’d give him that time.
For what must have been minutes, the two of you simply stood at the helm of porch holding onto one another. It wasn’t until Billy placed another quick kiss to your forehead that you felt his arms slowly fall only to grasp your hand in his own. “Come on,” he hummed. His grip on your hand was firm as he walked up the steps leading to the wrap around porch and as he stuck the key inside of the lock and opened the front door, the smell of cedar surrounded you.
The cabin was gorgeous. Wooden slats covered every square inch of the small house and a small fireplace sat at the front of the house with a worn-in couch and chair facing it. It was obvious nobody had come to visit for quite some time judging by the dust lining most of the countertops and shelving units, but you didn’t care.
To you, it was perfect.
Your own little oasis with the boy you loved without any sort of outside interruption.
You released his hand to take a brief look around the small living space but you could feel his eyes on you with every step you took. You knew he was looking to get even with you after your little stunt in the car, but you also knew that he hadn’t quite been expecting the swell of emotions to hit him upon driving up to the cabin. So, you continued to wander around the cabin to both grant him the space he may or may not have needed and, simply, to snoop around.
There were family pictures lining the tables and one in particular made you smile as you caught sight of a young Billy swinging from a tire swing. With a quiet laugh, you picked the frame up and surveyed it with a fond smile on your lips. “Cute,” you remarked, looking across to catch his stare. “A little model, eh?”
Billy watched you carefully place the frame down on the table before continuing on with your self-guided tour. No matter how hard he tried, regardless of the bittersweet memories swirling around inside of his brain, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Not that he ever really could, but there was an ease rolling off of you tonight, coming off of you in waves, that drew him in.
“I’ve been thinking about this all week, you know that?” He remarked, leaning against the back of the couch as he watched you pick up another picture frame. “Just me and you. Out here alone in the woods for an entire weekend.”
“Sounds like a scary movie when you put it that way,” you goaded with a wink. “Or a really niche porno.”
“Why not a bit of both?” His molasses coloured eyes glimmered mischievously as you walked up to him and stepped between his legs. The second you were close, he pulled you flush against his chest and kissed the tip of your nose as he pushed your hair back and away from your face. “Both could be fun.”
You grinned. “I’m down for anything,” you shrugged. “So long as you promise to take me on an actual date tomorrow. We’re not just fucking like bunnies inside of the cabin all weekend.”
“Heaven forbid,” he leaned in and gave you a slow, torturous kiss.
“I’m serious, Billy,” you moaned.
Pulling away from your mouth, Billy nudged his nose against yours and nodded. “The entire population in Bumfuck, California will know you’re my girl by the end of the weekend,” he avowed, skimming his hands down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze. “I promise.”
“Oh, yeah?” You hummed, kissing him again.
His calloused hands slipped beneath your shirt and scraped up your side. “Yeah.” Digging his hips into yours, he gave you one last kiss before nodding towards the bedroom. “Take your clothes off.”
You giggled as he slapped your ass to steer you down the narrow hallway. “And if I don’t?”
“I’ll rip them off of you,” he simply said, “so either they remain in one piece or I ruin your outfit.”
You glanced down at your jeans and tank before frowning. You looked cute tonight and you’d be damned if the bastard ripped them. So, being the good girl you were, you held his stare and slowly slinked out of your clothes. His eyes seemed so much darker as he watched you strip and the small smirk he wore slowly fell into a hungry thin line as you then perched yourself on the edge of the bed, completely nude.
“You just going to stand there looking pretty or are you going to do something about this?” You slipped your fingers between your thighs and ran your fingers along your swollen clit. A low moan slipped out of your lips at the sensation. “I’m already so wet for you, Billy.”
Slowly, Billy stepped towards you and undid his belt. Leaning down, he kissed you, hard, and steered you backwards on the bed beneath you until your head reached the soft pillows. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans but rather than grant himself any sort of reprieve, you watched him gently grasp your hands and raise them above your head only to wrap his belt around your wrists.
In the blink of an eye, you were tied to the bedposts.
“Is this payback for the car blowie?” You laughed, looking up at your restrained wrists. “If it is, I can’t say I’m mad about it.”
“You wanted something between a horror movie and a niche porno, remember?” He hummed against your skin, placing sloppy kisses along the vein that ran along your neck as he pinched your nipple. “God, you’re fucking perfect. You know that?”
He bit down on your collarbone, kissing his way down your chest until his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple. You could feel his teeth slither along your breast as his tongue lapped expertly on the sensitive bud. You hissed, arching into his mouth as your wrists, on instinct, fought for freedom. “Hardly.”
His eyes met yours as he slowly released your nipple. You were in nothing, of course, but he was still fully clothed, and you hated him for it. You hungrily eyed the bulge in his jeans as he propped himself up on his arm, letting his other hand glide up your chest and neck until it cupped your cheek. His nose brushed against yours, nudging it up to allow his lips to hover just over yours. Close enough that you could almost taste them, but much too far away to satisfy the hunger you had for the man.
“I love you,” he whispered, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek as his warm, brown eyes swallowed you up. “You know that, right?”
“Yes,” you swallowed hard and tilted your head up just enough to finally catch his lips. But, just as quickly as it happened, the man pulled away and let his hand begin to roam down your body. His mouth was at your ear now, nibbling at your earlobe as his hot breath slithered against your neck. You shivered. “I love you, too.”
His voice was gruff in your ear. “I’d kill for you,” his hand continued its journey down your throat, brushing past your nipple, down the length of your stomach until reaching the small smattering of hair along your mound. He was careful to keep his hands from dipping any lower, tormenting you as best to his ability, which just about killed you, if you were being honest. “You know that?”
Bucking your hips up, you nearly growled at the lack of attention you were receiving. You were soaked and touch-starved for him. His fingers, his mouth, the erection currently poking into your thigh, anything. “I wouldn’t ask you to do that,” you managed a quiet laugh. “But I appreciate it.”
His teeth bit down on your neck again. “But, I would. I’d do anything for you, sweetheart.”
His hand slipped further down to your sopping cunt and as he slowly slipped his fingers through your wet folds, the moan he got in return nearly killed him. “Billy,” you whispered desperately. It felt as though you were going to die if you didn’t feel him inside of you. “Please.”
His lips hovered over yours and on instinct, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and bucked your hips against his hand. He snarled as you bit down on his lip but as the metallic taste of blood met his tongue, it was as though Billy was transcending. His pace on your clit quickened but it was still too slow for you and he knew it. He was torturing you, killing you, and he was enjoying every second of it. Struggling against the belt, your struggle was all for naught as it didn’t so much as move an inch.
“You’d love me, no matter what, right?” He asked, slipping one of his fingers inside of you as he kissed his way down to your chest. Lapping at your nipple, Billy was gentle at first before biting down hard enough to draw blood. Tit for Tat.
“Yes,” you moaned. Your entire body was on fire as his fingers brought you closer to the edge. “But I’d love you even more if you fucked me. You’re killing me, Loomis.”
Licking up the small trail of blood off of your tits, Billy hummed against your nipple and added another finger inside of your pussy. He’d fuck you soon but right now, he needed to feel your entire body light up the way it always had when he drove you into that fit of madness. You were a woman unhinged in the bedroom, he knew as much, and he knew exactly how to get that animal inside of you out.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he admired, reaching his hand up to coat your tit in your own slick. When it was sufficiently wet, he licked your juices off of your breast and growled. God, you tasted so fucking good. “You’re my girl, Y/N, you’re always going to be my girl, right?”
You looked up at him as those words fell from his lips. His brown hair hung down his forehead, his neck red from the strain of having to watch you writhe beneath him without doing a damned thing about it. But what struck you was the look of vulnerability in those brown eyes. That longing, far-away look as his eyes searched yours.
He wanted nothing more than to hear you say that you wanted him. Needed him. Just as much as he needed you.
“Always,” the answer tumbled out of your lips before you so much as thought twice. “I’m your girl, Billy.”
His mouth caught yours in a bruising kiss. Finally, his pace quickened inside of you as met your throbbing core with his dept fingers. With his thumb circling your clit, he dipped two fingers inside of you and grinned against your mouth as you let out a low, desperate moan.
It happened so fast after that. One moment, you were the one tied up on the bed and the next, he’d released you, stripped himself naked, and managed to flip you over so that you were the one on top of him, straddling his waist. Pulling away from you mouth, Billy’s eyes darkened as he saw that familiar glimmer in your eyes. That animalistic side of you was out in full force now.
“Get up here.” He demanded.
You smirked and leaned across him so that your lips hovered over his. “Why would I want to do that?”
He leaned up, the veins in his neck swelled against his neck as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth. “Get. Up. Here.”
Releasing your lip, Billy watched you smirk and crawl up the remainder of his body until your pussy was less than an inch away from his mouth. Grabbing onto the metal of the headboard you’d just been tied up to, you gasped as Billy’s tongue slid into your folds. Finding your clit instantly, you moaned and allowed your eyes to fall shut as you reached down to play with your hardened nipples.
Fuck, what Billy could do with his mouth should have been illegal.
He sucked and lapped at your clit as you rocked back and forth against his mouth. His fingers dug into your hips, so much so that you knew there would be bruises in the morning but, blinded by the pleasure between your thighs, you couldn’t care less.  
The moans that were coming out of you were raw and guttural and, as you played with your own tits, envisioning his hands being the ones to squeeze and nip on the swollen buds of your nipples, you saw stars.
“Fuck,” you moaned out, “Billy, baby, fuck.”
He pulled your hips further down so that you were sitting on his face. Not just hovering but sitting on that perfect mouth of his as he held you in place. You knew it must have been hard for him to breathe but he was adamant and as his tongue continued its assault on your throbbing cunt, you came devastatingly hard and incredibly loud.
Stars danced behind your eyes as you continued to ride out your orgasm. When you couldn’t take another second of Billy’s skilled tongue, you climbed off of him only to feel his large hands take hold of your hips again.
Swinging you around so that you were on your back and he was the one hovering over you, Billy wasted no time in slipping his rock-hard erection into your soaking pussy.
He was thrusting hard and the sounds of your juices squelching with every thrust of his cock would have been off-putting if it hadn’t been for the raw, primal need coursing off of the pair of you in waves. He was kissing your lips and biting them and suckling your neck as he continued to rail into you with all of passion in the world. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him this riled up and you had to admit it was inherently sexy seeing him so affected by you.
Not surprising in the least, it didn’t take him long to come. You’d riled him up to the point of no return in the car and, as you felt him come inside of you, you all but laughed when he dramatically crashed on the bed beside you.
Sweat glistened over every inch of body and the sheen of your juices was still on his lips as he kissed you. This kiss was slow, methodical. Sweet. And you felt yourself fall even harder for the man as he broke the kiss and gently brushed your hair away from your now damp forehead.
Wrapping one arm around your chest, Billy held you against him as he propped himself against the headboard. You were both naked and sweating and while a shower was something you both definitely needed, neither of you found yourselves all too willing to move out of the other’s embrace.
“Is it hard being back here?” You asked, listening to his heart beating in his chest.
“For a second, maybe,” he admitted, soothing your hair down. “Not now.”
“What’s changed?” You asked with a small smile. “The sex was that good, huh?”
A quiet chuckle shook his chest as he kissed the top of your head. “I think horror meets niche porn is my new favourite genre.”
Kissing his naked chest, you grinned into his body. “Same.”
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