#but i wanted to make the lighting real spicy so here we are

[kedsandtubesocks]

your heart, a sonnet

Author!Joel Miller x F!Reader

summary: you discover there’s more to your boyfriend than you realize

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, no outbreak/modern AU & Joel has both his daughters, surprise hidden identity reveal, grumpy but soft!Joel who has a secret love language of writing and love letters, mentions of unspecified age gap (reader’s age is not mentioned but Joel is older & in his 50’s), light discussion of reader and Joel’s insecurities, reader is addressed as darlin/honey/baby, a few spicy moments where Joel gets handsy

word count: 5.3k

a/n: I know, I know… this doesn’t seem like the typical Joel fic but i blame Pedro’s look at the Hollywood star walk of fame ceremony because it immediately made me think ‘oh that’s Joel’ and now here we are lol I couldn’t have done this without my forever babe @the-wild-wolves-around-you and i can’t thank her enough along with @ahauntedcowboy for always letting me scream about all my wild ideas, and now to you, if you’re reading this too I also can’t thank you enough ♡

You first met Joel at a bookstore.

The weekend after your birthday you went in to treat yourself and wandered into the records section of the store. As you flipped through the selections, the sudden sight of a Fleetwood Mac album had you inhaling sharply in surprise.

“S’good one.” That’s when the sudden smooth drawl of a southern accent floated out to you.

A few steps beside you stood an absolutely gorgeous man. The evergreen plaid button up shirt he wore flattered him as if it was made to be only worn by him. Rugged and distinguished, he seemed like a romance hero plucked straight out from one of the books among the shelves. You even blinked a few times wondering if he was real.

“If you don’t take it, might have to fight ya for it.” Even with his gruff low voice, an underlying teasing nature radiated friendly and light.

Now, many months later, a piece of you believes you might have fallen for him right then and there.

Joel is a rare beautiful soul of a man. He’s strong and a bit rough around the edges. He used to work as a contractor, even managed to build a very reputable business with his brother. His hard work remains effortlessly etched into his hands that now type editing books, his current job. He’s kind, so deeply loyal and loves fiercely.

With a yawn, you slip out of bed to pull on his cozy Texas longhorn shirt.

Heading downstairs, you walk among the clouds.

Instead of working at his office desk, Joel sits at the dining table typing away. Just seeing him wear his reading glasses sends a delicious desire trickling through you like a soft rain.

His dark earth eyes flicker up over the edge of his laptop and his gaze softens.

“Was wonderin’ when you were gonna wake up.” His wonderfully smooth as molasses voice makes you want to get caught up in its sticky sweetness.

“It’s not even that late. You’re one who woke up wanting to get work done on a Saturday.” You scoff playfully yet press your lips to his, a soft good morning greeting.

“Besides…who’s the reason I slept in so soundly, hm?” You smile against Joel’s lips that now twitch with a smirk.

His large warm hand slowly creeps up against your bare leg and rubs soft against your skin. After a few sleepy kisses, Joel’s tongue smoothly slips into your mouth trying to now consume you with a syrupy heat.

Joel pulls you down onto his lap. Your hands run up his chest to his cherub curly gray hair. His lips leave yours to start nipping at your jaw.

“What happened to working, cowboy?” You sigh softly.

“Come keep me company, darlin’.” He breathes out and any hope of maybe making breakfast is happily forgotten.

The rest of the morning unfolds at a nebulous pace you bask in.

When a late brunch is finished and you start cleaning up the kitchen, Joel’s warm solid hands map out your hips with other plans in mind. He slides behind you, a towering comfort that you lean back against.

“You’re extra handsy today Mr. Miller.” You tease.

“I can stop?” Joel offers while his scruffy beard scrapes a path against your skin. Against you, his broad shoulders, his wonderfully built frame, wraps you in his protective cover.

You hum a content no and move your hands over his now.

“Just wanna enjoy being with ya before I get busy.” Joel mutters while his hand slides down your cozy lounge shorts.

You had forgotten about his upcoming work plans.

You already want to mourn the impending weekend without him, but that can wait for another day. Especially when his thick fingers delicately, so sinfully, run up and down your underwear playfully touching you.

But then that weekend arrives and it brings a hollowness.

Lounging on the couch back at the apartment you share with your best friend, you force yourself not to text Joel again. He’s busy and you know this. So you vow to hold all your yearning and longing chained inside like a Jane Austen heroine.

“Are you done sulking?” Your best friend teases from the kitchen and you glare at her from the couch.

“I get it, being awake from your hunky handsome older boyfriend is hard. What will you ever do?” She snickers playfully. You’re tempted to throw the nearby couch pillows at her.

“What did you say his job was?” She asks.

“He used to be a contractor, but now he’s a book editor.” You answer.

“A hardworking hot Texas cowboy who reads and is a good man? Yeah, keep him locked up.” Your best snorts and you understand exactly what she means.

Fanged temptation claws at you more to text him again. Joel promised he would call you tonight and you don’t doubt him. But you didn’t realize how badly you’d missed him.

“Alright,” your best friend declares. “No more moping! I’m dragging you out with me to that book signing I’ve been talking about.”

She’s been obsessed with this apocalyptic novel series for so long. You happily tag along and even perk up when you see how excited she gets.

“And the author is finally doing a book tour! He’s kept his identity hidden this entire time so I wanna get a chance to maybe just even see him!” Your best friend gushes the entire time she drives you both to the bookstore the signing would be held.

Just so happens it’s the same bookstore where you first met Joel. A deep surge of affection swallows you whole and you float on blissful lovesick nostalgia.

Then the impressive line already waiting outside the front doors stuns you.

“I told you! It’s a big deal! Plus the series is so good.” Your best friend exclaims. She has been trying to get you into the series for a while.

The core of it focuses on two young girls who manage to survive an apocalyptic fungal zombie outbreak. The series follows the girls growing up, the journey to live with each other, and how it slowly bonds them as sisters.

“I heard they’re trying to make a Netflix series on it.” Your friend adds hopeful.

You can’t help but snag your best friend’s book copy she also hopes will get signed. Flipping through the front pages you land to the dedication page.

“To my baby girls, this will always be for you two.”

The author must have based the series on their daughters. That’s adorable.

Now curious, you flip to the first chapter.

“After seeing the end of the world, after witnessing the carnage of life consume itself, Ellie thinks she’s seen it all.”

Your best friend's sudden excited laugh pulls you out of the book. She’s talking with the other fans in line and you decide to join in.

Everyone discusses how worth the wait will be and how most of them even purchased the newest released book to make sure they reserved a slot for the signing.

“So why’s the author finally doing a face reveal?” You ask quietly not wanting to seem too out of place.

“So apparently,” your best friend begins in her hush about to spill the good gossip voice. “Some random ass moron on Twitter came out and said they were the true author. It became a whole messy issue of who it really was.”

Your best friend goes into more detail about how even a couple of online sites had articles on it.

“That’s awful.” You sympathize with the author. It must’ve been a headache trying to enjoy the peace of anonymity only for it becoming something used against them. You can only imagine how heartbreaking it was to see others steal and take credit for your work.

Like a surprise strike of lightning, an electric excitement suddenly breaks through the air.

Glancing up, you watch the line rapidly move towards the front doors. Time to go in.

Unfortunately, the main seating for the reading and q&a fills up fast. The bookstore though manages to wrangle the remainder of the crowd that can fit on the first floor towards a section where they can watch. It’s more than enough for your best friend who’s about to burst with anticipation. The buoyant commotion in the room even pulls you into its current and you get excited to see the new surprise author.

Soon a chic handsome older looking man, the moderator of the event, scurries to the front of the gathered group.

Warmly he begins the introduction to the writer.

First, writing sweet children’s books, stories for his daughters, those works became the author’s first publications. After that he navigated apocalyptic writing and his hit series has earned critical acclaim.

“Simply known as the anonymous writer J Miller. I’ve had the greatest pleasure to know this man as both his friend and now agent and I’m beyond proud to introduce him to you. Everyone please help me in welcoming J Miller!”

The thunderous applause and screams of excitement galvanize the entire room.

Then Joel walks out from the side.

Your heart instantly leaves your body.

For a moment you think your lovesick yearning heart has you slightly projecting Joel in any man you might see.

But the minute you focus, truly watch him slide into the chair, you see him.

Soft gray grown out curls, a strong beautiful nose, the patchy beard with the spots you love to kiss, and his reading glasses - the ones he’s so self conscious about because of how they make him look “so good damn old,” yet you love how they distinguish and elevate his appearance. You even remember the first time Joel wore them while he read waiting for you.

Truth makes its way into your heart.

It’s Joel.

The famous mystery author is your Joel.

“Thanks Frank.” And when he takes the mic, thanking his agent, his slick southern sunset voice melts the crowd.

“So, uh he’s gorgeous?!” Someone behind you squeals.

“Who would’ve thought he’d be this hot?!” Someone adds.

The whispers and mummers swarm like wasps buzzing all around you and you want to swat at them.

You can’t wrap your mind around this or the amount of emotions rushing through you. You feel separated from your body, floating detached from the scene and trying to gather yourself back.

Why didn’t he tell you?

Did he not trust you?

Joel suddenly laughs at something Frank says, that gruff wonderful laugh you hear after you show him a ridiculous video or his daughters tease him. It snaps you back into awareness.

“He’s about to read a section!” Your friend giddily whispers under her breath

Now you fully focus on this man, this almost stranger.

He’s so handsome it isn’t fair. He looks like a distinguished professor and your throat tightens seeing how broad his shoulders look in the dark casual suit jacket he wears.

“One of my favorite parts.” He admits quietly. “It’s when Ellie and Sarah realize they can make it outta Pittsburgh together.”

His daughters. He named his characters after them.

Joel clears his throat and begins.

He reads the passage with a magnetic cadence. The words slip from him like the smooth drink of whiskey that lingers on your tongue. When he finishes, an ache twists in your chest.

The applause he gets is shatteringly loud. The smallest bit of pride does float through you. But confusion drowns it out.

The floor now opens to quick questions. Some are about the book itself and the certain decisions made writing wise. Others are obviously about why he stayed hidden for so long.

That one perks you up quickly.

In such typical Joel fashion, he shrugs.

“Just couldn’t figure out Twitter, s’all.”

Everyone laughs at his playful reply and you do as well, but it sounds hollow and watery.

Soon enough the last question arrives.

“Do you ever see yourself writing for any other genres? I mean, we’ve seen horror and some moments of romance in the series. So I’m just curious if you’d write anything else?!” The lady asks brightly and now you simply settle your thoughts aside to listen.

Joel chuckes, a bit breathless and his gaze drops. This entire time he’s teetered between a sly southern charm that’s hypnotized you, to being guarded almost a bit nervous.

But now a boyishly hesitant grin falls over him and it’s so familiar.

”Uh, guess romance would be the next I’d maybe try.” He answers low, bashful.

The crowd erupts into fangirl like shrieks.

“Right?! I keep saying he doesn’t know the potential he has if he became a romance writer!” Frank, who has such a bright and lovely personality, adds.

Too many emotions clash in you.

You wonder if he wants to explore romance writing because of you?

Or a much harsher voice creeps out from the back of your mind whispering maybe you’re just being used for source material.

You quickly stomp those thoughts away.

The rest of the event shifts to the signing and you walk in a sort of guided daze.

“You okay?” Your best friend asks gently, noticing your slight mood change.

You don’t have the heart to tell her the truth yet. This was something she had been looking forward to and you didn’t want to ruin her excitement or experience. So you wearily just smile and tell her your head simply started hurting.

She sympathetically nods.

“Thankfully we won’t be waiting too long.” She adds and explains how the signing would be called by groups.

“We might not have gotten seats, but we did manage to sneak into group A for the signing.” She grins proud and it lifts your spirits.

The line curls against the sides of the bookshelves blocking your view of Joel. It becomes both a blessing and a curse.

Maybe you should wait in the car for his and your sake?

However, something inside you slightly bitter, raw and wanting answers, decides to stay. Besides you, your dear friend tries to keep herself calm but you can sense her bubbling nervous energy.

“I’d be calmer if he wasn’t so damn attractive.” She hisses and a jealous flare gently rises in you.

“Just think,” you reassure her. “He’s probably just as nervous as you.”

The relieved comforted grin she gives you makes staying worth it. But then all of that flies out the window the closer and closer you get to Joel.

Petrified dread claws its way in when you realize your best friend is next in line.

“He looks kinda familiar now that we’re closer.” The casual comment your friend says makes your heart sink.

“Maybe.” You mutter.

The times Joel has been to your place your roommate, your best friend, has been either at work or sleeping. You can only think of the first instant you introduce Joel to her when he picked you up on a date.

Your eyes flicker straight to Joel.

His hair seems so perfectly curled and his dark jacket highlights his wonderful grays.

Thankfully, any discussion of who he might look like gets squashed because your best friend gets called next in line. She turns to you squeaking excitedly and you beam back bright.

Joel lifts his eyes up, like a true southern gentleman wanting to give someone his full attention.

You wait on the side and watch the interaction unfold. Joel chuckles at something your best friend says and you’re glad she’s enjoying herself.

The book signing is done so fast. In a blink, it’s finished. With her newly signed book, your friend turns to you. She makes a slightly embarrassing but endearing noise of excitement that has you laughing.

That’s when your eyes flicker over to Joel and your gaze locks with his.

Instantly, Joel’s handsome face drops. His gorgeous earth eyes widen as he immediately recognizes you. His mouth falls open slightly and a flash of something close to fear fills the depths of his eyes.

He breathes out your name on a shaky exhale.

Everything seems to slow and stop. You don’t know what to say. So all you do is weakly smile.

The fleeting moment fades. The next group in line already giggles moving towards the table.

Time’s up. Turning on your heels to leave with your friend, Joel calls out to you, calls your name.

“Wait!”

You freeze.

Glancing back at him, Joel’s eyes pin you on the spot. An unspoken heaviness hangs in his deep eyes while he stares intently at you.

“It’s okay, we’ll talk later.” By some strange possession of slight bravery, or maybe delusion, you manage to speak.

But it’s all you can say and it’s all you can do before Frank, Joel’s agent, slides in to whisper something to him.

The moment again shatters.

Your best friend however grills you the rest of the day

That’s when you pull out your phone. You show her a photo you secretly took of Joel. It’s one where he’s adorably glaring at his ipad while he tried ordering take out for dinner.

Your best friend shrieks. “He’s your boyfriend?!”

He is.

Your boyfriend, Joel, is a writer, a very famous best selling author.

And that weight yanks you under a dangerous current you can’t seem to swim against.

Even after lunch, even getting back to your apartment and trying to settle your thoughts, your emotions are still so tangled.

You mindlessly scroll through your phone for the rest of the day and a blink, you notice it’s already early evening. Your plan to stay sulking is ruined when your phone starts ringing so loud.

It’s Joel.

“Hello?” You answer as composed as you can.

“Darlin?” His beautiful rich voice sounds hesitant and guarded.

“Hi.” You reply back quietly.

“Can we talk?” He asks just as low.

You agree, expecting to have the discussion on the phone. Except a knock taps on your apartment door and scares you right out of your body.

Ever proactive, ever the man who takes action, Joel stands waiting for you when you open the door.

You’re thankful more than ever that your best friend went to the gym for the evening.

“Wanna sit outside for a bit? Maybe get some air? S’really nice outside today.” He offers gentle.

He’s breaking up with you. That’s what your mind jumps to.

At least the weather is surprisingly kind this early evening.

You’ve sat out here on your apartment’s decent sized balcony with Joel before. But now the energy between you and him shifts strangely.

The sky stretches above a soft sherbet orange. A breeze comes, thankfully not too cold, but you think about maybe heading in to grab a blanket.

Joel however quickly slings off his jacket and drapes it over you. Always the gentleman.

The smell of his cologne, so comforting and masculine, wraps around you like a cloud.

You thank him with a soft small smile and Joel nods. Then he sighs and leans forward on the folding chair.

“Always loved the outdoors.” He begins, a small olive branch of a conversation to break the tension. “The girls and I love hiking the trails out by the lake. You ever been?”

You shake your head no.

“Maybe one day we can all go together.” The comment holds hope, a delicate thread of it. Yet you catch the hesitation.

Your eyes flicker to him, confused and cautious.

“Wait, you aren’t breaking up with me?” You blurt out, maybe just wanting to get it over with. You hate the way your voice cracks slightly.

Joel, with his beautiful concerned wide eyes, snaps his face to you.

“What? Honey no. Thought maybe you’d be the one maybe tryin’ to break up with me.” Joel, who Sarah jokes about how some of their neighbors question if he’s perpetually grumpy, stares at you with a tenderness that melts you to your core.

You can’t help but laugh watery.

“Why d’ya think I’d want to end things with you?” He asks patiently.

You can think of so many.

He’s a famous writer who’s about to maybe become an online sensation. He’s older than you, wiser and seasoned. He’s a full on father with young teenage daughters.

So you reveal your heart to him and all the fears that dwell in its shadows. You wipe away a few tears that manage to spill out.

Joel moves to hold your hands in his, a guarded warmth and protection keeping you stable.

With a heavy sigh, Joel’s attention fully focused on you.

“Honey…I’m so sorry for not telling you about my work, about me, sooner.” He earnestly apologizes and his words drip with comforing earnesty.

Now his gaze drops down to where your hand sits in his.

“Didn’t want it complicatin’ things with us. I knew I had to tell you eventually. But really…I was worried you’d see me differently once you knew. I know I don’t seem like the writin’ type anyway.” He mutters and you miss the hint of embarrassment coloring his tone.

You squeeze his hands.

This could never make you look at Joel in a negative light. If anything, you now feel proud knowing he’s a writer. You do explain your worries though and the ache you felt knowing he kept his from you.

“I know darlin’ and I promise,” he squeezes your hands now. “No more secrets between us.”

“You…us…means more to me than you’ll know.” He adds and you draw his hands up to your mouth.

You kiss his worn hands, his hard working beautiful hands that now move to hold your face so tenderly in their grasp. His thumb strokes your bottom lip delicately as if you’ll disappear from his sight.

“Can I kiss ya baby?”

You nod and in that same breath Joel pulls you towards him. He kisses you light, delicate enough that you feel so precious and treasured within his hold.

It seems like such a simple small kiss but it soaks into your bones.

You have so many questions. And as much as you’d like to make out with your boyfriend on the balcony, you’d like answers.

So you pull away and stand up.

Joel looks adorable as confusion paints his face.

“Don’t worry I’m just getting us a blanket.” You grin at him as you sling on his jacket claiming it as your own.

Blanket in hand you now curl up with him in the lawn chair, thankful for its sturdiness and cozy size. Your heart soars at how quickly Joel pulls you into his arms and basically onto his lap.

It feels like it’s been months since you’ve last been with him, or maybe that’s just how exhausting today was.

Joel sighs content and pleased once you fully rest against him. Hesitantly you ask if it’s okay if you can talk about him, about his work.

“Ask away honey. I’ll tell ya everything n’ anything.” He says firm.

You grin and your thumb starts stroking the back of his hand.

“So what made you decide to reveal yourself now? I heard there was an issue about someone saying they were you?” You ask, thinking of the discussions earlier with your best friend.

“Yeah..” Joel now sighs tired with an ancient weariness that settles over his handsome face.

“Sarah was the one who saw it first on Twitter or wherever it was.” He adds with a grumble.

Your heart aches knowing one of the girls saw it first.

“Didn’t help either that I ain’t online. So it became a whole fuckin’ mess we had to deal with it a couple months back.”

A light bulb goes off inside your brain.

“Was that when you said you had to visit a family friend out of town?” You connect the dots.

“Yup.” Joel nods. “Went to visit Frank, my agent, to try and figure this shit out. Could’ve let it all maybe die down but… ya know.” He huffs and you understand completely.

Joel is too stubborn, a bit too prideful. You almost snort amused just over the thought of him trying to let the situation blow over.

“Frank wants to meet ya by the way.” Now his voice dips with a bashful tone while his hands begin softly stroking your thighs.

“I’d love to meet him too.” You truthfully tell Joel.

“So, are you going to be online now? Should I start making secret accounts to follow you?” You now tease and Joel barks a beautiful amused laugh.

“Baby, I’m over 50. The only apps I need on my phone are candy crush and ESPN. Ain’t got the time or patience for social medias.”

Now you’re the one laughing.

It feels freeing, blissful, like this is the first moment you’re spending time with him all over again. Yet, there’s a deeper sacred connection that settles.

You can’t help but kiss him again and Joel eagerly welcomes you on his lips.

Now his lips move fervently, almost possessively, against yours, licking and trying to consume you. A small moan squeaks out of you.

“Come on baby,” he mutters, shifting you against his lap so that you fully feel his hardness straining against his pants. “Wanna taste ya.”

You’re thankful you manage to drag him back inside because you can’t imagine getting intimate with Joel on the balcony. Well, at least not yet. But that was a thought for another day.

Now in the afterglow’s soft relaxing peace you wish for more time with him.

But Joel must sense that ache too.

“S’late honey. Come back home with me. Even if it’s just for the night.” He mutters against your lips and you can’t deny him. You don’t want to deny him or the aching tug pulling you to him.

That night you fully embrace every inch of the man Joel Miller is and let a dizzying adoration for him swallow you whole.

The next morning, in the soft early still dark shade of his room, Joel wakes you with a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Gotta go meet with Frank for the day. I’ll see ya later, honey.” He mutters against your cozy heated skin.

You hum a soft agreement and sleepily wish him a goodbye before falling back to sleep. After that, you wake up later to a colder and empty bed.

Tugging on another one of Joel’s shirts you head downstairs already missing his presence.

And when you get downstairs, there on the table sits the most gorgeous floral arrangement. Its beautiful vibrant blooms make your heart flutter so fast against its cage.

A folded paper sits beside the flowers. Your name is written on the front in Joel’s slightly chicken scratch like handwriting.

You scramble fast to grab it.

A letter, he’s written you a letter.

“Honey,

I know I’ve already apologized and you’ve forgiven my old undeserving ass.”

You snort at that line but continue on.

“But I just wanted to fully apologize to you again. Might take me a while until I stop, but just be patient with my old bones yeah?”

You would. Your heart would and will always wait for him.

“Doesn’t seem like it but, I aint that good at talking about things, about my feelings. Shocker right?”

You smirk. You know he isn’t good with words - that’s why it almost feels ironic and a bit unreal that he’s an author.

You’ve discovered Joel shows his affection through his actions.

He spent an entire day rearranging a business scheduling conflict just so that Tommy didn’t have to worry about it. Joel never missed a single one of Ellie’s basketball games. Sarah only prefers a certain type of orange juice and Joel never fails to only get that one.

The first few weeks you started dating Joel you got sick with a nasty cold. He dropped off a whole bag of various items like tissues and cough drops. It was then you knew his heart shines through his actions.

He sometimes surprises you with an order from your favorite take out spot. He never lets you touch a door, always opening them for you instead. He’s the most generous lover and never fails to remind you of how tender, how consuming, his passion can be.

Joel does grumble, sometimes even seems grouchy, but he loves fiercely.

And now here he is showing you this side of him, this form of himself as a writer.

So you return to reading his letter.

“I got into writing because it helped me process all my emotions, my thoughts, the good and bad days - everything. And sharing my writing with others, especially with someone as important as you, still makes me feel so vulnerable. Funny how that worked out though huh? Guess fate wanted to drag my ass and make me face my fears and vulnerability and whatnot.”

Someone as important as you - The line makes your heart flutter.

“I know I told you the reasons why I didn’t tell you. But another reason was because I was afraid.

I was afraid of how much you mean to me. Telling you about this part of me would be taking a bigger step. And it scared me shitless. Cause darlin’ I haven’t felt this way in a very long time. Like, as Ellie loves to say, in such a long time that ‘dinosaurs weren’t even fossils.’

That makes you laugh a bit watery but you let his words carry you again.

“You make my damn heart race when you smile. I get so worked up just seeing you walk around my house as if you were always meant to be here. And I didn't want to lose that either. I still don’t.

You feel like a bright future, like waking up after a cloudy week and the sun greets you so nicely. And I just wanna stay in that warmth, your warmth.

Yeah sorry, that line might be too romance novel writer for my league…but like I said I’m thinking about it. And it’s because of you.

We said no more secrets yeah?

So I’m not lying when I say you’ve become so god damn important to me. And I wanna see more days with you, as many as you’ll have with me.

Fuck. This damn letter already feels too long and I hate my old ass for rambling and maybe not making sense. But I adore you honey. Plain in simple.

And I’m just gonna leave it at that.

Don’t miss me too much and I’ll see you soon.

P.S I picked that bookstore as the tour’s first stop here because it’s where I met you… and I’ll always be grateful for that

-Joel”

You now fight back an absolute ocean’s worth of adoration for this man.

Tears clog your throat and you try not letting them flood your vision, but it’s so hard. So hard when you’re this head over heels.

You don’t want to say it yet, and you don’t know if he’s even ready to say it, but the emotion filling you like a newborn star feels like love.

You barely manage to send out a text thanking him and hoping you’ll get to talk to him soon.

Joel, ever the endearing man he is, replies back with a simple heart emoji and you laugh.

You really might love this man.

And you hope, you so brightly hope, that he maybe loves you too.

You think of his book series, of how he became a writer simply wanting to tell his daughters stories. Those stories grew out of his love for them and now he gets to crystallize that among his pages.

You realize how writing truly is its own form of love.

After all, what better way for a writer to show their love, their heart, than to capture you in their words?

You think that’s where writers must live now, in the heart. Or maybe - your maybe gruff handsome one just does. And you happily welcome Joel’s place in yours and hope he resides there forever like a love poem etched into your very soul.

#hello hi if you read this know me and author Joel are writing you a love letter #Joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #author!joel miller #Joel miller fic #Joel 🤎

[dreamofbetterthings]

No Regrets Noah Sebastian x Reader

Prompt: "The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

VIP: Noah Sebastian

Band: Ban Omens

Summary: There's no such thing as a "calm" Halloween night, especially when hidden feelings are involved.

Warnings: It's gonna be a little spicy, but not full-on smut. Still, this is 18+ due to descriptive language and some curse words scattered about, so minors, please DNI. 

A/N

Hello everybody! I'm sorry that I dropped off the face of the Earth. I have an abundance of things going on in my personal life and I am trying my hardest to get through it all. I know in the last post I said chapter 3 of It's Been A Long, Long Time was coming soon. That wasn't a lie. It is still in the process of being edited. I'm working on a new uploading schedule for you guys, and a page redesign as well so if everything pans out the way I'm hoping, it will be put into effect starting next week. In the meantime, I have a couple of stories I'm planning on getting out before Chapter 3 gets released. This turned out a lot longer than I thought it was going to be, but I had an idea and ran with it. I've never written for Bad Omens before, so let me know what you think. Enjoy!

This is a fictional story about real-life people. Nothing that is mentioned in the story below represents who said individuals are, or how they act in real life.

Halloween night was always your favorite time to be around certain people, specifically the friends you called Motionless in White and Bad Omens. There was always something up their sleeve to turn the normal night into one that you weren't sure you wanted to remember in the morning. Luckily, tonight was the annual hangout at Chris' house this year, and you couldn't be more excited. Every year you all would get together at someone's house and pass out candy to the kids, then watch a couple of movies after the last stragglers came through. After that, came your favorite part of the night, Hide and Seek. It might seem childish, but watching a bunch of tipsy/drunk people try to stay quiet in a hiding spot was always hilarious.

 You were making another batch of popcorn when Chris walked into the kitchen. "Hey, we just put on The Lost Boys, just thought I'd let you know." You smile. "I'm not surprised. That's almost everybody's favorite." He laughs and grabs another bowl from the cabinet. "I know, that's why we put it on first, so nobody can complain about it later." The timer on the microwave went off signaling that the popcorn was finished, and you carefully took the bag out. You gave Chris the cooling-down bag and picked back up the one you set on the counter before he walked in. After emptying them and grabbing extra napkins, Chris brought the popcorn out to your friends who were talking through muffled and hushed whispers. Before you walked back into the room, he pulled you back for a second to whisper something in your ear. "I pulled the seeker for tonight. Unfortunately, it wasn't you. Maybe next year." You pout and then smile "Fuck, I'm never going to get picked." He laughs as you glanced around at everybody scattered in the room. 

Ryan sat with Justin on the loveseat. Folio was a drama queen and insisted he get his own seat. Nicholas, Vinny, and a few other of your friends, Florence, Nicole, Victoria, and Robert who were invited sat around the coffee table on the floor. Ricky, Jolly, and Noah were on the couch. Then, you and Chris got the two giant bean bags in the corner. The lights were changed to red and the TV just started the opening credits to The Lost Boys. You and Chris give the popcorn to Ricky and Nicholas respectively, everybody else having their own mostly full bowls, and grab your drinks before plopping back down on the bean bags. Folio rubs his hands together and smiles. "Now that our final two goofballs are here, who's ready to watch one of the best horror movies ever made?" Everybody gives some form of yes or a holler, and he immediately turns the volume up. As the movie plays, there is a small conversation here and there, and occasionally someone has to get up for a new drink, but you are relaxed and having fun. 

At about the halfway point of the movie, Noah gets up to get another drink from the fridge. On his way back, Jolly scares him, causing his wine to spill all over the floor and your sweatpants. "Jesus man!" The movie is paused and everyone's attention is on you guys. Jolly laughs and puts his hands up in defense. "Sorry dude, I had to scare you at least once today." He turns to look at you. "Didn't mean to ruin your sweatpants though, my bad." You wave him off. "It's no big deal, these were old anyway. You guys can keep the movie playing. I'm just gonna change into different pants real quick." You take a sip of your drink and get up from your spot to go upstairs. 

After finding your weekend bag, you huff as the extra sweatpants are nowhere to be found. Instead, you pull out a pair of spandex volleyball shorts and go to the bathroom. Noah hears the sink running upstairs as he's cleaning up the accidental mess he made by your spot. He throws the paper towels away and before he gets to the stairs, Chris quietly asks "You good?" He nods, telling the other singer he's going to make sure you're okay, and heads to your bathroom. He knocks a few times and after a couple of seconds, the sink cuts off and you open the door. You were expecting one of your girlfriends to be standing there, but instead, it's Noah. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I'm sorry about spilling on your sweats. I hope I didn't ruin them." Holding up the pants, you show him where the stain had previously been. "If these sweats can make it through one of your tours, they can certainly handle a little bit of wine. I just didn't want them to stain, since you drink the darker stuff." He chuckles and follows you back into the bedroom. 

You grab your shorts and get ready to put them on, but Noah points to your leg. "I didn't know you had a thigh tattoo." You glance at it and glance at him confused. "Really? I got it a while ago. I could've sworn I showed you when I got it done. Then again, I'm always in longer shorts, so it's not exactly easy to see." Setting them down, you turn to the side and pull part of your underwear band up, showing the last covered part of the tattoo. Looking up at Noah, you can see he's staring, but there's something else behind his eyes. Just not sure what it is though. You don't flinch when he reaches his hand out, but your skin gets goosebumps as his fingers ever so lightly trace over the ink on your leg. Everybody that came over tonight had seen each other in their undergarments or even completely nude before, whether by accident or on purpose. Hell, you've walked in on him changing plenty of times. 

So why did the room suddenly feel hot? 

It could be that you've had a crush on the man since you were kids. There wasn't anything not to like. His personality just made you want to be around him all the time. He's sweet and kind, and has a terrible sense of humor that only you two get. You could go on and on. He was just an all-around amazing person. You were so caught up in your thoughts, that you missed the hand that was snapping in front of your face. "Hello? Are you there?" Coming back to reality, you saw Noah looking down at you with curiosity. You quickly apologized and asked him to repeat what he said. "I said it looks amazing on you. The placement is perfect and it works great with the curves of your leg." You thank him and can't help but notice just how close he's standing to you. There's a tense silence for a couple of moments, and neither of you moves from your spot. You glanced at his eyes, then his lips, but immediately looked away. 

It felt like you were a school girl again, talking to the guy you've had a crush on for ages. You heard him mumble a "Fuck it" before he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and tasted like wine, courtesy of the drink that led you here in the first place. You felt his hand move to rest against your cheek. His lips were gentle, almost as if he was savoring the moment, afraid it would never happen again. When the two of you finally pulled away for air, your eyes remained closed for a moment, before slowly opening them and meeting Noah's. The two of you looked at each other in pure awe before you let out a small "Woah" He laughed, and you looked down, feeling your cheeks become hot.

The thought of you being so flustered made him blush too. How was it possible for someone to be this cute? Your heart was pounding out of your chest, and you almost couldn't comprehend what just happened. "You know, for someone that always complained he was a terrible kisser, that was uh, really impressive." He could feel you now completely relaxed against him and he laughed a little, slightly embarrassed. "I'd say that I've had practice, but you already know my teddy bear in fifth grade doesn't count." The two of you laugh. Remembering his hand resting on your cheek, you look away and take a small step back. "I think we should get back to the movie. It's gotta be almost over by now, and I don't want them to yell at us for taking too long." He let out an uncomfortable laugh and muttered a "Yeah." 

You never noticed but Noah frowned slightly when you pulled away from him. He felt so comfortable being that close to you. As you turned to the door he realized something. He really liked you and didn't want this to be just a one-time thing, especially if it was going to make things weird between you afterward. He picks himself out of his thoughts just as you open the door. He walks across the room, taking your hand and silently closing the door. Standing there surprised, you ask him, "Are you okay?" It was now or never he told himself. "I'm sorry, I just..." He takes a breath before continuing. "I really want to kiss you again." You stand there just as surprised but decide to see just how far this could possibly go. "What's the problem then?" He lets go of your hand and brings his own up to hold your face. Pressing his forehead against yours, he whispers. 

"The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." 

He obviously likes you, right? But this is your best friend. You've known each other for years. If he did like you this much, he would've told you by now, right? You two have been affectionate towards each other before, but there's a line neither of you dared to cross. If you crossed it now, you would rather do it with no regrets. It was better than wondering what could have been. "What if I don't want you to stop?" Noah tilts your head so you're looking him in the eyes. 

"Then I won't." 

He pushes his lips against you again, this time with newfound hunger. His hands fall and grab at your waist while yours go around his neck. Your feet follow his backward and you hit the edge of the bed. He pulls you down to sit on his lap, completely forgetting your lack of pants while he pushes himself further back on the bed. His tongue runs across your bottom lip and you open your mouth allowing him in. Your hands gently tug at the now-cut-short hair on the back of his neck and he grabs at your hip hard enough to leave bruises before pulling you even closer to him. Shifting your weight a little, your lower half sits directly on his hardening cock and he groans into your mouth. He pulls his lips away only for them to move down your neck. You tug at his hair a little harder and he sucks at the tender skin that connects your neck and shoulder. A moan leaves your lips and you mindlessly grind down against him. There was nothing that could prepare you for how right this felt. Like you were seeing a whole different side of him, hidden from the outside world, and for your eyes only.

Noah moved to whisper in your ear. "Quiet baby, wouldn't want everybody to hear us, hmm?" You shake your head no, but it doesn't matter as he kisses you again. "Hey, are you guys-OH MY GOD!" The bedroom door opens to see a shocked Chris looking at the two of you. Noah pulls away from your mouth, and the two of you look like deer in headlights. "I'm going to go... quickly." Chris walks away, before coming back and closing the door. You and Noah make eye contact for a split second, before the two of you look away, slightly embarrassed that you were caught. "Maybe we should go back before someone comes in again." He clears his throat and nods. "Yeah, that's a good idea." Carefully getting off of him, you stand up and let him off the bed. You both straighten out your respective clothes, and you finally put on those shorts. 

"Are you alright?" He nods and you get ready to walk toward the door. Noah runs his fingers through his hair. "Um, Before we go, I just wanted to ask...You don't regret any of what just happened, right?" You immediately shake your head no, slightly frowning. Maybe this was all a big mistake. "Not at all. Why? Do you?" He smiles and also shakes his head no before taking your hand in his. "Nope. No regrets." A smile replaces the frown on your face. You ask "Are you ready for them to never let us live this down?" He laughs and glances at the door. "That doesn't sound like such a bad thing to me." Giving him a nod, he opens the door and the two of you walk back into the living room where the rest of your friend group is talking amongst themselves. When they hear you guys walk in, it gets silent. Noah lets go of your hand so you can sit down first, and then goes to his spot on the couch. 

Nobody said anything for the first couple of moments before Chris broke the silence. "You guys fucked in my spare bedroom..." Instantly you and Noah sat up and shook your heads. Your voice and his overlapped and both of you tried to tell your friends that technically nothing happened. Once the two of you were finished explaining, the room was silent for another couple of moments before anyone spoke. The silence was starting to make you uncomfortable, but before you could say or do anything, Ryan threw his hands up and yelled. "Fucking finally!" This breaks the tension in the room and everybody starts laughing and giving you and Noah happy looks. You even saw a couple of people passing money around. Those fuckers bet on you and Noah getting together. When the commotion has died down, another movie has started, and everybody turns their attention to the TV. As you focus your attention on the screen, your phone buzzes, and you pick it up. 

Noah

"I was thinking later we could finish what we started in the spare bedroom?"

You smile at your phone and quickly respond before setting it down.

"Well, we're still playing Hide and Seek after the movie. I'm once again not the seeker, lol. If it happens to be you, don't go easy on me. Depending on how the rest of the night plays out, you might get your wish ;)"

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Noah readjust himself in his seat. He sends back a text almost instantly, and goosebumps litter your skin again as you read his last text.

Noah

"Oh, I won't. I like the hunt."

Nope, no regrets.

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[inkdrinkerworld]

Just want to run to james in tears after having a bad nightmare :(((

Thinking about roommate!james here :)

You wake up to tears streaming down your face and the vaguest memory of someone chasing you.

You can hardly breathe as you sit up and wipe your face. It isn’t often that you get nighterrors like that, one where your real life and your dreams overlap so much that you nearly scream when your bedroom door opens.

“Fuck!” You shrill and James pauses.

“S’just me,” James steps a little further into the room just as you flick on the light of your lamp. Now he can make out the tear tracks going down your face and the way you’re shaking a little. “Bad dream?”

He doesn’t ask it in an unkindly way, just soft and full of concern as he usually is when you’ve woken up in such a state.

“Yeah, can I sleep in your room? Just for tonight.” You promise as if James would ever mind that his sheets smell like lavender after you’ve spent a night in them.

“Course y’can, angel. Let me bring your things.” By things, James means the yellow bear you’ve sitting on your bed, tucked under your duvet right beside your pillow.

As much as you hate to admit, you have a routine with James for nights like these. Nights where you’re breathless and tears are streaming down your face because things that go bump in the night have followed you back to sleep.

It was hard at first, crawling into James’ bed and letting his arms circle you and tickle your back and whisper to you till you fall asleep.

Now, it’s only just a little difficult- mainly because James is warm and comforting and he lets you bring your bear with you with no qualms or snide remarks.

“Did I scream?” You ask as you walk across the hall to James’ room. Another common companion of your rough nights.

“No, but I don’t know. I feel like I’ve developed a sixth sense for when you’re having a rough night, babe.” James pulls back his duvet and watches you climb in and lay your back against the wall.

“I’m sorry, James.”

He only shakes his head as he climbs in beside you. “Nothing to be sorry for, would hate that you spent the night afraid in your bed after one of them.”

James lays flat on his back and lets you arrange yourself on him as you please and then tucks your bear behind you.

Deft fingers climb up your sleep shirt, trailing up and down as warm vanilla and lavender flood his nose.

“S’all over now, angel. Wanna put something on the tv?” You shake your head, your nose brushing along his neck as you inhale James’ spicy cinnamon and clove scent.

“Thanks for always being here, Jamie.” Your hit breath tickles his skin and James has to do everything in his power not to shiver.

“S’no problem, sweetheart,” James thinks to himself that he needs to get his head out of his ass and ask you out soon- especially if you’re going to cozy up on him like this. “Try and get some sleep yeah, we both have nine am’s.”

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[talaok]

Hi🌻

Can you please write a pedro×reader where they are fighting really seriously and suddenly kisses the reader and things get spicy...

And if it's no bother can you please make it long

Pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

Warnings: angst and allusion to smut

11:32 pm

Another day, and another night alone.

Something was playing on the tv, but you had stopped paying attention a while ago.

The streetlamp across the street felt more interesting than anything a screen had to offer.

The road was deserted, and the house across from yours had all the lights off,

It's a Friday night, they're probably out. You can almost picture them at that cute bar in town, holding each other's hands while talking about their respective days. 

It must be nice, to be a perfect couple, to have someone to go home to every day, to not wake up and go to sleep in an empty bed.

But there you were.

Yes, you knew what you had gotten yourself into, you knew about the long hours, the need to move every six months, the hectic lifestyle, you knew about all of it... but still, nothing could have ever prepared you for the loneliness that came with it.

And what angered you was that maybe it wouldn't have been that bad, if he only talked to you once in a while, a real talk, a conversation starting with a simple "how are you doing?"

So that you could tell him how you were really doing.

But no, every time you were together now, you either had sex or both of you were too tired to finally have that conversation.

It had been a whole month now of that god-awful routine, and you were sick of it.

Tonight you were gonna talk, whether he wanted to or not

A click sounded to your left as the door opened.

"Hi," he said more like a question, a clear hint of his confusion.

You were never awake when he got home.

"Hi" 

"what are you doing up?"

You stood from the couch, as he took off his jacket and tossed it on the hanger.

"I was waiting for you"

"yeah?" he smirked, his eyes glinting with a suggestive tint.

"We need to talk"

"oh" he breathed, clearly disappointed "about what?"

You were now in front of him, taking in the scruffy beard that had just recently gotten some streaks of white matching his hair. 

The evidence of the years passed could be seen all across his face, except his eyes, of course, the same big hazel ones you fell in love with.

"Scarily expressive" you had told him the first time you met, and never a day had gone by that you hadn't stood by it.

You were sure that he could stop talking any day and his eyes would do the rest without any problems whatsoever.

And now, now what they conveyed was tiredness, mixed with confusion.

"You're never home Pedro" 

there, plain and simple.

He sighed now, getting where this was heading, he could have acted clueless all he wanted, but he too, knew this conversation was long overdue.

"Y/n I'm tired, can we do this another time?"

"When?" you scoffed "We never see each other! It's like I live alone Pedro, how do you think that makes me feel?"

"Listen it's not my decision, I have to work" he muttered, walking to the bedroom and leaving you behind like a useless piece of trash.

"I know it's not, but do you even try? How long has it been since you've taken a day off? Hell, even a morning off?" You trailed behind him.

Once again: You were gonna talk today.

"What would you rather I do? Stop working?" he asked, condescending as ever, turning to face you as he took his shoes off.

"No! I'm just saying you could try a little harder to be home more often"

"I was home yesterday!"

"Yeah at 5:30 pm and you invited Mike over"

"what's wrong with Mike being here?"

"Nothing just- we never have a moment to ourselves anymore"

"Well I'm sorry if I want to see my friends too"

"I'm not saying that you shouldn't, just- God, you never listen to me!" you snapped, throwing your hands to your sides

"When was the last time that we had breakfast together? Or that we went on a date, huh?"

This time he stayed silent

"exactly" you sighed "We're supposed to spend time together Pedro, for fuck's sake we're a couple!"

"Once again y/n, I have to work"

"Are you kidding me!?" you closed your fists by your side as you shut your eyes trying to calm down "Pedro have you listened to a fucking word I sai-"

What the fuck?

His lips were on yours.

"what are you doing?"

"Did you know you're really hot when you're mad?" he smirked, holding your waist

"shut up. I'm trying to have a serious conversation"

"nobody's stopping you" he murmured sultry, his mouth founding your neck.

God, you hated the whimper leaving your mouth

"A-All I'm trying to say is that you could try to be home more o-often"

"Mh-mh" he hummed against your neck, his beard scratching it ever so deliciously.

"Y-you're not-" you let out a sigh as he began sucking the skin beneath your ear "You're not listening to me"

"I am. go on" he urged, biting at your earlobe and causing a gasp to your throat.

"fuck-Pedro..." you warned 

"What sweetheart?" 

"I know what you're doing, t-this is not going to work"

And at that, the bastard chuckled, the vibrations of his voice going straight to your core.

"Funny you say that, baby," a wicked grin pulled at his lips as your eyes met his "'cause I think it already has"

"No it hasn't"

"no?" he whispered "Then how do you explain this?" he asked as his fingers reached the wet patch on your panties.

"God you're really..." you gritted, a mixture of anger and arousal coursing through you.

"What angel?" he ghosted your mouth "What am I?"

"you're an asshole"

A huffed laugh fled his mouth "And yet, you're gonna let me fuck you"

You bit your lip, trying to clear your mind

"We're still gonna talk later"

"Sure, sweetheart, whatever you want"

... 

(I just proof-read this and I realized I might have interpreted the request kind of wrong. You meant an enemies to lovers kinda thing didn't you? If you did I'm genuinely sorry)

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[sweetracha]

Choose a Flavor

There are two versions of this story based on what experience you want to have. Will you be a good girl or a brat?

Flavor Selected: Brat

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!)

Allergy Warning: Hard Dom Chan, Titles (Master and Daddy), Pet Names (Bunny, Baby, Doll, Etc), Dumb is used, Spanking, Denial, Overstim, Begging, Pet Play? (Name and Outfit more than Roleplay), Illusions to aftercare

Here you are now standing in his playroom. It was perfect, everything you could have dreamed of and more. You had seen it once before when you were going over consent contracts. Chris wanted to make sure you felt comfortable in this space. He made love to you in the black silk bed that sat on the middle wall. He was so sweet, soft, and sensual in those moments. You wondered how he could ever be a dom.

Trying to drown out your busy mind you took in the sights. Christopher, or Bang Chan as you learned was his dom persona, had an eye for detail. The room was decorated with leather and silk, reminding you of the silk piece he had you wear tonight. Red lights colored the corners tastefully. Paddles and other impact gear were organized along the walls. Ropes were twisted neatly on the bedframe. A wand and some other toys were charging on the black wood nightstand. Finally, you took in the scent of the room. Sharp whiskey and leather filled your senses, a perfect match to Chan’s cologne. Being so lost in the art of it all, you didn’t hear the door close or footsteps behind you.

“Hello little bunny” Chris welcomed as he slide up behind you, gently wrapping a hand around your throat. “Are you ready to play little one?” you nodded in response.

“Words honey, don’t be a brat now” his grip tightened. 

“Yes Master” you meekly replied

“Good girl, here is how tonight is going to go. Every question I ask will be responded to verbally, Every order I give will be followed, and every word I say will be heard. Do this little bunny and Daddy will reward you greatly. If you fail to listen to me, however, you will be punished” His hand around your neck pulled you in close as he leaned into your ear and whispered “Hard”.

Tonight you were left with two choices. Be the good girl your dom wants you to be or have your fun and be a brat. Rewards or punishments were the ultimate questions. 

You picked to be a brat tonight

Chan spun you around so you were facing him, it didn’t matter if he had a shorter stature. Right now he towered over you. Leather-gloved hands came up to fix your pretty white bunny ears on top of your head. Christopher cooed at how innocent you looked in the dark space. He was going to have fun with you. Those same rough leather hands tilted your chin up to stare into his intense eyes.

“What are your safe words bunny?” You knew this was an important question to establish an answer but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Green for go, Yellow for slow down, and Red for stop…just like a traffic light” You rolled your eyes. “I thought even a soft dom like you would have known that.

You could see a fire in his eyes, he knew your games. His gentle hand became hash on your cheeks as he held your face. He lowered down to your level and got real close.

“Watch your tone brat, I won't repeat myself. Now what is my name tonight”

“Christopher but I guess because we are playing make-believe you are ‘Bang Chan’. How did you come up with such a clique porn name anyways” you mocked. The hand not occupying your face slithered to your roots. With a handful of hair, he yanked you back. Chris didn’t miss the way your eyes rolled as you let out a grunting moan.

“Fucking brat. Should have known you'd never be a good girl. But you know what princess? I know exactly how to tame you. At the end of the day, I know you just want to be my dumb little pet bunny.” He let go of your hair and made his way to the bed. The way he sat down on the edge made you realize just how massive his thighs were, if it was any other day you'd beg him to let you ride but not tonight.

“Come lay over daddy’s lap baby” he patted his slack-covered thigh.

“Oh what are you going to do, is the big daddy going to span–AH” You were cut off by Chan yanking you over his lap. Toes barely touched the wooden floor.

“Yes princess, master is going to do just that. He is going to spank your bratty little ass until it is bright red. I won’t make you count tonight, Im not sure your dumb little bunny mind can count that high” You were royally fucked and couldn’t have been more excited.

His first swat was light, almost to test the waters. When you didn’t show any signs of discomfort he swung again, harder. He continued his assault on your bum until you were wiggling in his lap. Moans were mixed with whines and huffs of air. He could get used to this.

“Look at these poor panties and babydoll daddy bought you, baby, they are getting ruined. Better take them off. Stand up. Now”

“No”

“Bunny, I suggest you turn around and face the wall right now and strip. I was going to let you off with only a few more but I see I need to teach you some manners, don't make this worse than it already will be”

You decided to do what he said for once tonight. Something about the venom that dripped from his words scared you a little. That familiar sub-fuzz began to overtake you. As you began to strip the silk babydoll gown you heard Chris moving in the background. He grabbed a few things and took his spot back on the bed. Like a king claiming his throne. 

“Back over my thigh princess, Im not done with you” This time you draped yourself over him.

He warmed up your now naked bottom which was already glowing a nice shade of red. Out of nowhere, he swung again. You could tell he was using his full force now. 

“I can’t believe you decided to be so disobedient tonight. I had so much planned for you but no, you had to be a brat. Now Daddy has to teach you how to be a good girl for him” he paused the rain of smacks to feel between your legs. “Awwww baby girl, so desperate now arent we” you moaned when he began to circle your clit. “So wet baby, probably being such a little brat because you were so uncomfortable” his digits now began to pump inside of you slowly. It wasn't enough to make you cum but it did keep you on edge. You whined and rutted your hips back in desperation. “Awwww shhhhh poor baby, I'm not done with you yet” and like that, he pulled out and spanked you with the same hand that pleasured you. He continued until you finally admitted defeat.

“Ouch, Daddy Im sorry! Please I'll be a good girl just please let me cum! I need you. I need master to touch me” You slumped in submission. Chan plunged his fingers back into your cunt and set a brutal pace. Moans and yells escaped your lungs are you were thrust into pure unimaginable pleasure. Just as Christopher felt you clench…

“Ask for it” he slowed down.

“What! Please No”

“Ask for permission to come babydoll”

“Please Master can I cum. PLEASE” you begged like your life was on the line.

“Fucking Cum” and with that you did. You spasmed on his lap as he finished you off. While he was still punishing you he wasn’t going to be too cruel. He helped you down from your high and gently laid you on the bed.

“Bunny, you took Daddy’s punishment so well. You did such a good job, Master is very proud. But it isn't quite done. Im going to wreck your sensitive little body one last time and you are going to take it” again with the faux comfort he was so good at. Just as you were going to get ready for him, he flipped you around.

“Oh, I forgot to mention. No looking at or touching Daddy. You are going to remain arched on all fours as I ruin you. And because I know my dumb little bunny can't follow any rules, Master will tie your wrists to the bed to help you” and he did just that. Black and white ropes were wrapped around your wrists and secured you to the bend. His leather hand slid down your back with pressure forcing you to arch. Then he slammed into you. He was done with teasing, done with making you beg, done with waiting. He needed his own pleasure. Chan was going to be selfish with your body. You were his after all, right?

He set an unrelenting pace that was backed by hard thrusts. Imediabity he found your g-spot and when you screamed out in pleasure he abused it with his tip. Too lost in how amazing you feel, Chan didn’t say much. The room was filled with moans, pants, grunts, and the occasional swear word. It wasn’t until you spoke up did he come back to reality.

“Can I come, Master?” Finally, you were being his sweet obedient girl.

“Yes bunny, come for Daddy” He followed his approval with long drawn out powerful thrusts, the kind he knew you liked. As you clamped down on him hard and came with a scream he filled you up. A howl-like moan left him and he emptied inside of you. Your poor body leaked from him. With two fingers we scooped his cum up and pushed it back inside you, mesmerized by the sight.

“Shhhhhh baby it's okay, we wouldn’t want to waste a drop now would we” he cooed with genuine care this time.

“No Daddy we wouldn’t,” you said with a sex-drunk giggle which eased his worries about being too hard on you.

“It’s okay now little one, I'm just Christopher right now bun” 

“Channie?” you slightly sat up with a sweet questioning expression on your face. He was going to marry you someday.

“Yes princess, Channie is here. Let's get you into a bath baby girl.”

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#stray kids #stray kids smut #skz #skz smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut

[transboysokka]

So my favorite character in The Brothers Sun is Taiwan. Like yeah Taiwan has its own shows and movies but it just feels Different to see Taiwan in a big international/American show! It’s SO cool actually and so um here are some thoughts I had and things I Noticed about different Taiwan scenes and things in the show idk

Episode 1

the opening shot of Taipei tells us this is a Thursday- the top of 101 is green and is a different color every day of the week

that corkscrew-shaped apartment building we see Charles living in is kind of an urban legend here in Taipei. They say it’s the most expensive place to live in the city, that each apartment has its own swimming pool, and that there’s an elevator specifically to bring cars up to display in your living room. No idea if the interiors look like that for real though

I was gonna say it’s pretty crazy he has an American-style oven in Taipei bc nobody does but actually in that apartment… yeah he probably would

afaik there’s not a way to (“legally”/officially) stream any of those famous British baking shows here rip

I do wonder if they actually filmed the opening scene in the corkscrew building or if they just really pay attention to detail because the skyline seen out the window matches up to what it would really look like from that part of the city

the shoes, I mean we all know about shoes-off houses but yeah

豆漿. Soy milk. Yeah

They definitely eat Hi-chews in one of these scenes

Episode 2

It makes way more sense for the guys to have snuck out for shaved ice as kids than youtiao… I’m just saying… like would *I* do that yes but it’s usually just like. A thing you eat with soup or breakfast

Episode 3

“Are you sure you can handle-“ “the heat? I’m from Taiwan.” lmfao BITCH Taiwan has some of the blandest cuisine I’ve ever tasted (he does think it’s too spicy tho lol)

“Keelung. A fishing village just north of Taipei.” Okay like I can see how the older generation would call it that but it’s actually a whole ass city…

Episode 5

Not a Taiwan thing but the Maotai made me laugh. It’s like the Coca Cola of Chinese baijiu and imho it’s just as awful as every other brand

Episode 6

ok the episode that made me want to make this list

the Costco shit IS funny because vitamins, baby formula, that’s all the good stuff you want to bring back from abroad BUT actually we have Costco in Taiwan and can easily get a lot of that stuff? This concept imo would fit a lot better for China than Taiwan. It’s still very much a thing to load your suitcase up with baby formula on the way home to China, and there’s actually a huge smuggling business bringing it in through Hong Kong but I digress

Idk why I’m happy to hear Changhua and Douliu mentioned in an American TV show… Seriously, I don’t know. They’re kind of like nowhere places I’ve never even been. I just feel like everyone’s grandparents live there.

Even the way they film Mama Sun on the plane. Like the Mandarin music in the background with the announcement for Taoyuan airport… to me it feels specifically like a transpacific flight to Taiwan lolol but that’s definitely like a bias probably

Okay not to be SO nitpicky but so when she looks out the window on the plane to see Taipei 101 etc I’m not sure about that? The airport is actually in another city and I feel like I usually come in around and over the ocean or something?

But WOW the taxi scene my favorite scene it’s SO visceral and SO Taiwan… the street, the lights, the Cosmed/Mos Burger/7-Eleven, the street noises, like I can FEEL Taiwan through the screen and HER FACE taking it all in I WANT TO SOB

The temple, beautiful like this episode makes me believe Michelle Yeoh is Taiwanese lol

I appreciate the viscerality of the night market shots too but it seemed a bit empty

Okay so Mama Sun’s mom is super rich too based on where she lives which I guess it makes sense. But what I am curious about is the story about why they’re speaking Cantonese because Taiwan has a lot of languages but that’s not one of them like officially at all. I wonder if there’s a character backstory there or they just like. Didn’t want to bother teaching Michelle how to speak Minnan or something

The cemetery too is so fancy, I mean it fits but wow that’s expensive real estate

In the hospital scene, Taipei 101 is lit blue out the window, making it a Friday. Has everything in the show so far happened in only 8 days?

Episode 7

“Last night the Boxers made their move” 101 says it’s Tuesday for anyone keeping track

I LOST it at the Foodpanda driver assassin the first time I saw this… So Taiwan

Big fancy church in Taipei? I know they exist but I’ve never seen one in person (like 2%? of the country is Christian)

A mom bringing back tea as a souvenir from Taiwan? 100% real

Episode 8

RAW is a real restaurant in Taipei. It’s very fancy and very expensive and had I think two Michelin stars. I don’t know ANYONE who’s actually been there lol

#the brothers sun #text #greatest hits #100

[exhuastedpigeon]

November 24 - Dec 1

Welcome to my second weekly Buddie fic rec list! Here are the fics I read or reread this week that I liked the most! The lists are tagged as ‘Han’s Buddie Recs’ and 'Han's Weekly Fic Recs'

Newly Read

Batting a Buck & Change by Daisies_and_Briars / @cal-daisies-and-briars Teen || 15.5k Eddie and Chim embark on a “Dad’s night out” to watch baseball at a sports bar, and after a few too many, Eddie accidentally lets his feelings for Buck slip.

It’s Not the Roaring Dream, It’s the Silent Lightning by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi Mature || 15.2k (or the one where Buck is married to Eddie in a coma dream and he doesn’t want to let the dream go.)

wanting was enough (for me, it was enough) by bigfootsmom/@bigfootsmom Explicit || 13.2k Eddie is back at work and everything is going great. Except he's in love with his best friend and can't have him, so things actually aren't all that great.

He's made it this far with wanting but never having Buck, so he'll be fine.

But when the offer to have a threesome with said best friend arises, Eddie can't not take it, right?

What could go wrong?

Eddie/Buck/Lucy threesome with so many Buddie feelings

the next best thing by wikiangela /@wikiangela Explicit || 9k Buck accidentally sends a nude and a spicy text to Eddie - things escalate from there.

S P I C Y !!!!

Out of Order, Still In Line by callmeewbie /@callmenewbie Explicit || 6.2k When Buck finally gets to the Clinic, the long awaited release doesn’t seem to come; cue Eddie to the rescue.

SPICY!!

i come with a softer answer by hattalove/@hattalove Teen || 5.7k in which there is a frog, and a fair, and an eddie who allows himself to accept what he deserves.

coax the cold right out of me by oklahoma/@malewifediazTeen || 2.6k “You know,” Eddie begins, running his fingers through Buck’s damp, frizzy curls, “when I booked this cabin for the weekend, I had plans for us to fuck real nasty by the fire.”

Buck laughs—an ugly, congested noise that sounds like it hurts when it gets caught in his chest—and tips his head back to meet Eddie’s gaze in the low light of the blazing fire. His big blue eyes are puffy and his cheeks are red, hot by the fire and chapped by the wind; he looks like a kid, almost, sitting on the floor and wrapped tight in a large, black fleece blanket with nothing beneath except a pair of boxers and fuzzy socks.

“Well,” Buck croaks, “we’re still by the fire, at least.”

let me cradle your body (be a safe place to rest) by thewolvesof1998/@thewolvesof1998 Gen || 1.9k What starts out as a normal 118 gathering ends with Buck sitting on Eddie's lap.

This fic is so soft, it feels like falling asleep in Eddie Diaz’s lap.

stay here honey (i don't wanna share) by HungryHungryHippo/@hippolotamus Explicit || 1.8k || Lutalia OR Natalia helps soothe Lucy after a rough shift

This fic is so hot I needed time to cool off after reading it. 

In my defence I was left unsupervised by Spotsandsocks/@spotsandsocks Mature || 1.3k Buck gets bored and decides on a new look.

Can we just say the rest with no sound by devirnis/@devirnis Gen || 1.3k It’s late by the time Eddie finally pulls up in front of his house. In the passenger seat beside him, Buck is still staring blankly out the window, showing no indication that he’s aware they’ve arrived at their destination.

He’s been like this since they left the hospital. Quiet, still. Despondent.

Rereads

let’s hear it for the boy by hattalove/@hattalove Teen || 56.2k in which eddie attends a self-empowerment group for gbtq men to supplement his therapy, and is empowered to: forgive himself, say "i'm gay" to his own reflection in the mirror, accidentally adopt an adult, make fried rice, and tell his straight best friend that he's in love with him. not necessarily in that order.

This fic is so special to me. It has one of my favourite lines from a fic of all time - “you don’t realize what the world is doing to you until long after it’s already done”. 

in the night we trust by glorious_spoon/@glorious-spoon Explicit || 29.2k Or: Eddie and Buck start sleeping together when they're all stuck at Buck's place during lockdown. It still takes them almost three years to notice that they're in love.

The Scroll of Saint Barnabas by Amiril/@runawaymarbles Mature || 15k The day of the shooting, Eddie got stuck in a time loop. But that was three months ago. He's completely fine now.

One of the most unique time loop fics I’ve read. What happens once you’re out of a time loop? How do you move forward?

WIPs

The Lost and The Found by Spotsandsocks/@spotsandsocks Mature || 28.3k || 3/10 chapters posted

Eddie Diaz was born a shifter, of the wolf variety, and he loves his life. Visiting his Abuela one summer he meets a new friend but not long after that everything in his life gets turned around and hard choices have to be made. Eddie faces his responsibilities and does what he has to do.

Shifter AU, my beloved! As of adding to my rec list, three chapters have been posted! Be sure to follow Spots so you can read snippets when she shares them!

#Han’s Buddie Recs #Han's Weekly Fic Recs #buddie #buddie fic recs #buddie 911 #buddie recs #fic recs #rec list #buddie rec list

[oftenwantedafton]

Secret Smile - College English Professor/Vampire Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female College Student Reader

Chapter 3

Rating - Explicit

Warning for sexual content

Also available on AO3

The vampire hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d said he likes to drive fast.

The car moves in an absolute blur of speed that makes you think there’s something supernatural at work. A journey that should have taken twenty minutes is completed in less than a quarter of the time. You’re willing to bet that his car had been concealed before he’d pointed out its location to you—as if he’d cloaked it somehow. It seems as if anything is possible.

You arrive at your workplace and Steve—that’s what you’re forced to call him since he hasn’t revealed his real name yet—glances over at you. A little smirk. He’s showing off. As if the mere fact that he’s a vampire is not impressive enough in and of itself.

“Best behavior inside. Tongues will wag and all that. I’m sure you don’t want to be expelled and I’d rather not lose this job position.”

As if you’re going to jump him in front of your coworkers and the customers. As if you cannot control yourself. Even without the paralyzing scent, something about him draws you. Moth to flame. You can’t resist. You’re already thinking about your last kiss. Anticipating the next time he’ll sink his teeth into you. Tomorrow night, maybe. After he’s read your writing. You can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like sitting in the classroom now. Pretending there is nothing going on. You don’t even know what to classify it as.

“You’re not that irresistible,” you mutter, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

The grin widens. “As you say. Shall we go inside?”

There are a fair amount of customers. A short line. Raglan is the tallest in the crowd. You see more than one person spare him a second glance. He eyes the table in the corner and the couple who looks as if they’ve barely touched their dessert and drinks stand to leave.

“Perfect timing. Go snag that table, will you?”

“You don’t even know what I want to order. And you won’t get the employee discount if I’m not here with you.”

“I’ll manage. I’m treating you. What do you want to drink?”

“Um…hazelnut. Medium. Almond milk. Light on the sugar.”

“Done. Go sit down.”

You nod and wave to a few people you recognize as you sit in the chair tucked against the wall. The light above the table flickers. Definitely him doing something.

More customers have filed out. It’s quieter in the coffee shop now. Your professor settles across from you and places your drink in front of you. His own is laden with whipped cream. You can see the row of x’s indicating he’d asked for a drastic amount of sugar.

“Sweet tooth?” You take a sip of your own beverage.

“It’s the only way to make things palatable. An excess of flavor. Extra sugar. Extremely spicy foods. Things of that nature. Otherwise it quite literally tastes like ash.” He sucks on the straw. “Serviceable.”

“Do you still…you know…have to go?” Your cheeks are flushing.

He laughs. “Of course. Where else do you think it would end up? It’s still processed, just without purpose.”

You duck your head and swallow some more coffee. Maybe you should stop asking questions. It’s just so difficult not to. There are so many things you’re curious about. “So what do you do? When you’re not teaching. Or…resting.”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“On what I’m in the mood for.” There’s some whipped cream trapped in the corner of his mouth. His tongue darts out to catch it. It’s long. Longer than average. You tell yourself not to stare. The white substance vanishes, dissolved now against the heat. “When you come over, one of these nights, you’ll see some of it.”

When, not if. “I’m coming over?”

“Aren’t you?”

You swallow. “I don’t…I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that.”

“What do you imagine would happen? I’ve already had the opportunity to…well. You know. There would be little point to all of this if that was simply the end goal.”

“What is the end goal?”

He hums in amusement. Your eyes dart around the room. No one is paying any attention. You try to imagine what his house will look like. Wrought iron gates. Gothic turn of the century. Sprawling library. Victorian settee. Heavy drapes covering every window. Crushed velvet beneath your fingers when he kisses you. The watchful flutter of eyes as dawn approaches.

The light above the table flickers again. You blink. The vampire smiles.

“Enough about me. What about you? Which classic authors do you like to read?”

“It’s cliché to say Poe, right? Every angst filled teen favors him. But yes, him.”

“Lovecraft?”

“Yes. Wharton. Brontë.”

“Which?”

“Any. All. Stevenson. Wilde. Hardy.”

“At least some of these are on the required reading list. Who else?”

“Tarkington. Dumas.”

“Why do you resent taking my class so much?”

You stare at him. “I never said…”

“You didn’t need to. It was written all over your face from the moment I walked into the room.”

You run your nail over the edge of your cup. “I don’t like being told what to read. And even worse, how to feel about what I’ve read. Like there’s some universal truth in every tale that everyone has to know. What if it’s not even the truth? What if that isn’t what the writer meant at all?”

Steve takes a long swallow. “Interesting.”

“What is?”

“You. I’m eager to read your work and get everything very, very wrong. You’ll tell me if I interpret things incorrectly, won’t you?”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“Not really. It’s refreshing to have someone that’s not an obedient drone like the rest. I like the challenge of it.” He stirs his drink. The whipped topping has completely dissolved. “I may be able to help you find something of value in some of the works, at the very least. And the others, well. They’re more of an expected requirement than I’d like. But that’s simply how the game is played.” Another sip and a frown. “Too much ice. It’s watered down now.”

“I do a better job making them.”

“Do you? I’ll have to take you up on that some time.” He glances at his wristwatch. “I suppose I should be bringing you back. It’s getting late.”

***

You’re returned to your vehicle without incident.

You stand beside it, keys in hand, backpack on shoulder. Steve is still behind the wheel of the Spur. You wish you were still inside with him. Or him outside with you. A kiss goodnight that would taste like coffee. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

It’s impossible to track his car as it departs. A smear of color and it’s vanished. You return to your apartment. Undress for bed and catch sight of the bite marks in the mirror. Think about the promise of tomorrow.

***

Sunday evening. Steve’s waiting for you in the entryway inside the converted Victorian again.

Still cloaked in shadows. You lean against the door now closed at your back.

Silence.

“Did you read it?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“You are wasting your time being undeclared. Pursue the writing instead.”

“It’s that good?” You flush at his praise. You’d expected him to be critical. Harsh. Unforgiving.

“It’s rough still. Restrained. You’re holding back. But the potential is tremendous. I want more.”

Sandalwood. Burnt sugar. Evergreen boughs. “You don’t have to do that, you know.”

You know he’s smiling even though it’s too dark to see his features. “It’s not entirely voluntary.”

“I would have thought you’d have perfected it by now. Given you’ve had so many years…”

“Are you calling me old?”

“Maybe.”

He’s in front of you in an instant. Disobeying the laws of physics. Arguing with time. “You’re wearing a dress.”

“Do you like it?” You hadn’t packed a lot of clothes for college outside of utilitarian jeans and tshirts and hoodies. But you had brought a black dress that clings in all the right places. You’re wearing it now.

“Very much.”

“Did you sleep well today?”

“The prey is bold. Yes, I did.” You hear him rest a hand against the wood behind you, feel him leaning towards you. “So fast, soft rabbit. Your heart.” His finger traces a line from your lips down your throat and lets it rest at the hollow there. His lips are so close to your own, each word uttered bathing you in warmth. “This space here. Waiting to be filled. Shallow notch. Gossamer skin.” He groans softly. “I can smell your desire, little mouse. To fill all your hollow spaces. Honeyed cavity. Mouth watering, lips parted…” His thumb shoves against your lips and you let it invade your mouth, sucking, laving, biting the pad. “I will take you apart with my tongue, with my fingers. Sculpt you anew.” The scent is overpowering again. A struck matchbook. Leather. Oolong tea. Decaying roses.

Raglan’s hand vanishes from your mouth, from the door behind you. The air is so much colder without him pressed against you. You’re panting. Warm and wet, even as he’d claimed.

“Do you want to visit the fox’s lair?”

You do.

***

Your English professor’s home is somewhat like you’d imagined it.

Maybe not quite as overtly gothic and moody, but close. The wrought iron fence. The sprawling porch and many gables. A vast library. No fainting couch but the more traditional leather one looks soft and comfortable. Every window shrouded with blackout curtains. A clock in each room. At least one. A necessary reminder, if he should lose track of time, of the approaching enemy daylight.

A baby grand piano is tucked into one corner. You haven’t played in years. You slide back the cover and your fingers touch the keys, toying with a melody you remember from childhood.

“You have experience.”

”Some lessons. Years ago. I didn’t have the discipline to stick with it. I should have.”

The instructor slides onto the narrow padded bench. There is no comparison when his slender fingers move over the keys. They are deft, expert. His head is bowed, his eyes closed. Lost to another time and place you cannot reach. His fingers lift, his eyes open once more. The strings finally cease humming. “Beautiful,” you murmur. You mean the music. You mean him. There’s something in this eternal creature. Beyond the appeal of the dark seduction. Buried deep.

You think there must be another window as you reach the landing after the first flight of stairs. The wall is completely covered. How frightening it must be to have so little to stand between oneself and annihilation. You give voice to the thought out loud.

“It is something you grow accustomed to. You greet the dawn. I wait for the night. A dichotomy of nature that must be obeyed.”

“Have you ever waited too long? Have you…”

“Yes. And the pain is excruciating. It is another lesson one does not soon forget.”

Another flight. You hover at the edge of the doorway to what must be the master bedroom. His room. “Do you ever invite people over?”

The bearded man studies you. “Are you asking if I’ve ever brought a lover into this room?”

You blush. You don’t know why it’s so difficult to ask. “I know it’s none of my business, I just…”

“You’re jealous.”

“A little,” you admit.

“Do you imagine I’m some Casanova wooing helpless women? A continuous stream of bodies for my pleasure? No. Nothing like that. I am very, very particular about whom I bring into my home. Into my bed.” He steps inside the room, holding out a hand to you. “Are you coming in?”

Your accept his outstretched fingers and he draws you against him. A little smirk. The glasses slip down his nose as his face tips to regard you. He sighs impatiently and tugs them free, placing them on the nightstand before switching on the lamp there, adding to the faint illumination from the hallway, the bedroom door still ajar. The only light the vampire is allowed. Artificial. Imitation. You think it’s more for your benefit than his.

The bed has four posts. Canopied. An extra layer of protection against the sunlight. He sits on the edge of the mattress. Unlaces his shoes. Lies back atop the covers and waits for you to join him.

You step out of your heels. Tuck yourself against his body. His fingers stroke your hair. You line your hand up with his unoccupied one. So small against his. Rough fingertips. You wonder what he’s done for work previously.

You sit up so you can see his face. He looks different without the glasses. You touch his cheek. “Do you still have to shave?” Trim your hair?”

“No. Everything is as it was when I…transformed. A moment forever fixed in time.” He traps your hand. Pale eyes going dark. There are crickets outside. You only realize it when their song ceases. Breath held, anticipating. You bend to kiss his mouth. A gentle brush stroke. Moth’s wings. His fingers weave through your hair and he pulls your mouth firmly against his. Your stomach flutters when his tongue parts your lips. You’ve thought of this all day. Dreamt of this all night. How addicted you already are to this forbidden world of his.

Steve pushes you down beneath him. His kisses wander. Your jaw. Your throat. You think for a moment he might…but no. He continues. Kisses the suprasternal notch he’d been remarking over earlier. Fingers gathering the hem of your dress. You bend your leg, letting him slide beneath, along thigh high nylons. You gasp and arch when he makes contact with the space between your thighs. You’re wearing black lace, the patterns of roses etched in thin threads. His fingers deftly dip beneath the barrier and he’s there, at your sex.

“Oh, little one, so wet for me.” He spreads your arousal through your lips and trails up to your clit. You whimper. Your thighs tremble as he traces small circles over that sensitive spot.

He pauses only long enough to change positions, tugging your panties free. One hand rests against your mound. His bearded face between your thighs. He turns to kiss the inside of your leg. Slight scratch of facial hair. Back to center. He’s watching you. Your neck slightly craning to see him. His mouth presses to your pussy.

Your head immediately rocks back, sinking into the pillows. Tiny strokes along your nub. Sucking softly, but you can feel the points of his cuspids. Drawing lines from your entrance, through the folds, back up to your hardening button. Tongue curled. Collecting your slick. Letting it drip over you. His saliva thick in the mix. Long tongue spearing you, curling again inside. Soft moans. He’s enjoying you. You’re watching him again. Your fingers in his graying hair.

A finger slips inside you and you whine your approval, grinding against his hand, mashing his face into your cunt. His lips are so ravenous, forever kissing, lingering in all the little nearby spaces: the unfolded line of your groin, the top of your mound, between your outer labia and your thigh. He sucks your tender raised tissue into his mouth, grinning around it, watching your reaction, stabbing another finger inside of your canal.

The scent is back. Rusted metal. Freshly tilled soil. Petrol. Your head digs into the pillows, your fingers drive into his scalp. He hums and your body finds the frequency and releases. You writhe and spasm until you feel his teeth sinking into the flesh of your inner thigh and you erupt a second time.

The minutes pass. The fragrance fades. His mouth is back on yours. You taste yourself, your fluids and your blood mingling together. His beard is saturated with it. His breathing sounds labored. Your hands work on freeing him from his briefs. A gasp when you realize how much he has between his legs. He’ll destroy you with it, when the time comes.

Steve moans against your throat. He laps at the scars from his previous bites. They burn and itch. Ache and throb. You continue stroking.

“You taste so good, my little wonder, if you only knew, the piquant novelty…like drinking rapture…so hard to stop, when your pulse is at my lips…consume, devour…shatter me to pieces…burn me like the sun, I can’t look away…just like that, just like that, I’m going to…”

His cock pulses against your fingers and you feel his seed flooding over them. His breath shudders, his body sinking down beside yours.

The crickets begin their song again.

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #steve raglan x you #steve raglan x reader #dividers credit @saradika-graphics

[nattysstargirl]

The Beast of my Dreams

Chapter 4

Word count: 1911

TW 18+: spicy dream, kissing, cursing, brief fingering, horniness

A/N: Things are heating up for dream y/n. Also, Professor Potts personality feels like Holly Holliday from Glee.

Y/N hears trees creaking in the wind and smells soil before she opens her eyes. Here we go again. 

But it's different now. Y/N just had the most incredible sexual experience of her life. And Natasha, Nat hadn't even taken off her clothes. Y/N feels empowered. But more important, she feels horny. She sits up and watches the tree for a few seconds before she pushes to her feet and marches toward the trunk entrance. "Yonic, huh?" she mutters, hesitating momentarily before she gets on her hands and knees and peers inside. 

"Hey. You wanna come out? I promise not to hurt you." She waits. No eyes appear, no growl. She sighs. "I think we could have some fun. This is my dream, you see? So just like nothing bad can happen to me here, nothing bad can happen to you. You're something I invented. Apparently because I'm unstoppably horny. My name is Y/N." 

The yellow eyes appear so quickly she falls back onto her butt with her nightgown bunching her hips. "Hi," she whispers. "Do you want to come out?" The eyes blink. "Do you want...me to come in?" They blink twice. "Do you...are you an animal, fully?" It blinks once. Y/N's mouth drops open. Is it communicating? "Are you a person?" The eyes hesitate, then blink twice, slowly. "So you're...kind of a person?" Two blinks. Y/N chuckles. Good enough. "Do you want to be touched?" she asks. Two quick blinks. It doesn't want to leave the tree, but it seemed okay with her going inside. "Can I come in?" she asks, just to be sure. 

Consent is important, even with figments of her imagination, she decides. The creature blinks twice. Y/N twists to crawl forward on her hands and knees, not hesitating to enter the hole headfirst. Inside is darker, obviously. She can see the forest outside, but it's more like a TV screen. It stops feeling real the moment she enters the...tunnel? Cave? Den? The floor is soft dirt. It's a pretty spacious hole, but not big enough for her to stand. It seems like it goes on further than she can see. It's not pitch black like it looked outside, but dim. Bright enough to make out the creature in front of her. It's not quite a dog, but definitely doggish. It's got four legs, its body is furry, and it's...huge. The biggest dog Y/N's ever seen was her old neighbor's mastiff, and this one is easily twice the size he was. It sits politely, several feet away from her, watching her shyly. 

There's a remarkably human expression on its face. Its eyes no longer glow yellow. They're soft and dark. The fur on its back is light brown with dark golden spots. Wide ears pivot gently, as if waiting for her to speak. "Are you a hyena?" she asks, suddenly struck with recognition. It blinks twice. "But kind of human, too?" Two blinks. "Were you...turned into a hyena?" One blink. "Are you your own hybrid creature?" Two blinks. Y/N gasps. Like a werewolf? The hyena lifts one paw and spreads its toes. She gasps again. Fingers? They're easily two inches long, not as furry as the rest of its paw. She slowly crawls forward and holds her hand out. The creature drops its paw into her hand, and she gently examines it. It almost looks like a hairy human hand. She remembers the way its mouth felt and looks up to examine that as well. She brings her fingers to its lips, and it pulls its head back. It doesn't know what she wants. 

"I want to..." See how human your mouth is, because you were sucking my fingers like a maniac the other night? Y/N sighs and takes its paw to her mouth, sucking in two fingers. The hyena's eyes widen. She pulls them back out and lifts her hand to the hyena's mouth again. It opens its mouth. Sure enough, its lips are more human than animal. Its tongue is huge, but again, pretty human. The teeth are sharp, but arranged the way a person's might be, as opposed to the spaced-out teeth of a dog. Well then. "Do you know why you're here?" she asks. The hyena blinks once. "I think you're a manifestation of...something. And I have it on good authority that I'm supposed to fuck you." That's not exactly what MJ said, but again, this is her dream. She can do what she wants. The hyena blinks twice. "Do you want that?" Two blinks, quicker. Then it's on all fours. 

Y/N yelps, falling onto her rump. The hyena stalks over until it stands on top of her, then settles onto its elbows. Her legs are spread, and it's pressed against her body. This is a dream, so she can admit it to herself: her pussy is throbbing uncontrollably. "Wait," she says, panting even though nothing has happened yet. "What can I call you?" She doesn't want to call the creature Hyena or something. That would be weird. The hyena glances around the little cave, then its eyes settle on the entrance. Y/N follows its eyes. "Forest?" she suggests. It grunts and blinks twice. Her stomach flutters at the sound it just made in its throat. It was hot. "Okay, Forest," she whispers, reaching a hesitant hand to brush her fingers through the fur on Forest's chest. It's soft, and warm, and she curls both hands and grips it firmly. Forest grunts again, settling heavier on top of her. 

She's not sure if she should...kiss him? Him? Is this a man or a woman? Y/N decides to find out. She grips the fur again, pulling Forest's head toward hers, and kisses them. It's a lot like kissing a person. Lips and tongue and teeth that are a little sharper than she's used to, but that's more exciting than a turn-off. She rocks her hips up to meet Forest's, thrilled with the little sounds they make in their throat. She has to reach her arms to their length to wrap her hands around its head, but it's warm and fuzzy and delightful. The memory of Nat's bare abdomen separated from her by underwear makes her try to will the underwear off of herself. But it doesn't work. Stupid dream. She reaches down to pull them off with her hands, trying not to disrupt the kiss. But Forest pulls back as soon as she wriggles out of them. The loss of warmth all over her body as Forest sits back on their haunches makes her pout. 

Did she do something wrong? But Forest isn't looking at her face. They stare at her now-bare crotch. "Is something wrong?" she asks, growing aware that their time together is running out. A barely perceptible movement happens in the corner of her eye, and she squints in the dim lighting at Forest's midsection to see what it was. From between their haunches, a long, pink member slowly grows. Him. Well, she's slept with human men who weren't nearly this interesting, so this is fine. Her heart thrums a little harder, and she gets wetter just looking at it. Dream Y/N is excited. Forest isn't scared of her. He's excited, too. She sits up on one elbow and spreads her legs wider. 

"Do you like that?" she asks. She drops a hand between her legs and spreads her lips with her fingers. Forest's breathing shudders, and his penis literally throbs. Y/N dips two fingers inside of herself and swirls them, moaning loudly before bringing them to her lips and sucking. "Do you want to try?" she whispers. Forest finally looks her in the eye again. And he blinks twice. At least it's her alarm that wakes her this time, not Peggy giving her a lecture about being audibly horny. She huffs and slaps her alarm off, sitting up and rubbing her face. 

"Goddammit," she says. It was just about to get interesting. Peggy isn't in the dorm. She thinks about grabbing her dildo, then thinks of Natasha. She lays back on her pillow pile and fingers herself the way Nat had. It's not the same, but she comes hard and moaning Nat's name. 

-

 "Waiting for someone?" Peter is swaying back and forth in his desk chair and watching her. 

Y/N's eyes have been glued to the entrance. "No," she says, still not looking away from the door. 

"Did you talk to MJ?" he asks. 

"Yeah." 

"Well?" 

"They had some...interesting ideas." 

"Jesus, Y/N, do I have to drag it out of you?" he says, exasperated. She finally swivels her chair to look at him. 

"MJ said I needed to get laid." 

"I've been saying that for months."

Y/N's eyes narrow. "Did you put them up to it?" 

"No! It's just written on your face, plain as day." 

"Well, I did." 

"Did what?" 

She lowers her voice. "Got laid." 

His mouth drops open. "Okay, slut, good for you! Who was it?" 

A hand on Y/N's shoulder makes her jump. She looks up to see Nat, smiling down at her. She's wearing the same jacket, but a different pair of joggers. Y/N likes that she's ready to be comfortable at all times. Nat's hair is in a tiny ponytail today, showing off the whole undercut that runs around the bottom half of her skull. 

"Hey," Natasha says. 

"Hi!" Y/N blurts. 

"How are you?" 

"I'm good." Her eyes flick to Peter. She reaches a hand to him. "I'm Natasha." 

"Hi, Natasha," Peter says in a singsong voice with a pointed look at Y/N. She wrinkles her nose at him. 

"You can call me Pete. So how do you know Y/N?" 

"We ran into each other in the quad yesterday," Natasha says smoothly. "This one was walking by herself, despite the very firm messaging from our faculty." 

Peter gives a mock gasp and tuts his tongue at Y/N. "Truly, Y/N. Good thing this strong, handsome lady was there to help." 

Is Nat...blushing? Oh, my GOD! She's so cute. 

"It's nothing," Nat mutters, then she quickly glances behind her and quirks a finger. The girl she normally sits with sidles up beside her. "This is my sister, Yelena." 

"Hi, Yelena," Y/N and Peter chorus, Pete's voice pitching a little higher. Yelena nods but doesn't speak. She's cute, and the family resemblance is strong. It's more of a vibe than how she looks, but she seems like the younger sibling. She leaves to take her seat in the back without a word. 

"She's kind of shy," Nat offers. 

"But anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go out today? Maybe grab some food, or...?" 

"Sure!" Y/N says too quickly. "I mean, yeah, sounds fun." 

Something seems to occur to Nat, and she quickly addresses Peter. "You're welcome to join, if you'd like." 

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," he says. "But thanks for the invite." 

Professor Potts walks in, yawning loudly. "What's up, degenerates?" she calls. 

Nat smiles at Peter, giving a slight squeeze to Y/N's shoulder, then retreats to her chair next to Yelena. Peter whistles low. "Go ahead, girl." 

"Shut up," Y/N mutters, but the fluttering in her chest doesn't go away. She feels Nat's eyes on her the whole class.

#g!p natasha #lesbian #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #were hyena!natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader smut

[firstaidspray]

Each version of Mr Scratch and what they smell like - Scratch and sniff, if you will.

Okay so because I am So Normal about Scratch, the other night I was wondering what he smells like, and more specifically, what each games' version of him smells like. Now the obvious comes to mind with versions like AW2, who is covered in blood and dons a biker jacket- he smells like gore and leather. But at the mall I did some literal sniffing around some different men's fragrances and have come up with a list of what each version of Scratch would smell like in terms of cologne, as well as extra scents (such as the aforementioned blood and leather). Here we go!!

AW1 Scratch

(Sorry, had NO good pics of him)

The smells, generalized: a warm and spicy cologne, freshly printed ink on paper, the woods, cold air.

We don't get to see much of Scratch in AW1, as he's introduced in the ending, but its DLCs do give us more. However that freshness, that just-created copy of Alan, makes me feel like he would not only smell like- very subtly- freshly printed ink on paper, but also whatever Alan may have worn as a fragrance combined with a genuine forest scent of pine needles, dirt, etc. as well as cold air. As for Alan's fragrance and therefore Scratch's, my cologne for AW1 Scratch is...

Gucci Guilty Por Homme. This fragrance is described in this way: A woody, aromatic, ambery fragrance that magnifies the true essence of [the fragrance's] signature. A new and intense vision of masculinity, [the fragrance] opens with a lighter, milder, and more modernized aromatic hook. The true essence of [the fragrance] is magnified at the heart with the deep ambery signature of Spanish cistus combined with the floral richness of orange flower and a spicy hint of nutmeg. Finally, the mysterious elegance of Indonesian patchouli is reinforced with the long-lasting sensation of dry woods and musks. The fragrance family is "warm and spicy," and the type is considered "woody spices."

I feel this vibe fits Alan, at least in the first game, perfectly. If you've smelled this scent, you know what I mean. It's the smell of a man who has enough money to blow on expensive cologne, yet it somehow remains a humble scent, if one can apply that word to a smell. Though this is said of Alan by Scratch in AWAN, not AW1, "you've got money, fame, but you don't know what to do with it!" In my mind, this is translating back to Alan as a successful writer but still a relatively normal dude, and this scent just fits the vibes. Like yes I have enough money to buy Gucci cologne, but I'm not gonna shove it in your face. Likely only wears it in a very very light way. And because of AW1 Scratch being a fresh copy of Alan, he would wear this scent too. He hasn't developed enough of his own self yet, not like he has by AWAN, so I imagine he smells like Alan does.

To recap: AW1 Scratch smells like Gucci Guilty Por Homme because that is what Alan wears (in my mind) and he is a fresh copy of Alan, yet to develop his own scent tastes. He smells also of the literal woods, as Alan likely does from his "adventure." The smell of fresh ink on paper refers to the vibes of being a "copy," and of words being typed with a typewriter's ink. Cold air refers once more to his freshness and lack of real self- it's like he's hollow, and when he enters the room it turns, and smells, cold, like a winter night.

AWAN Scratch

The smells, generalized: a versatile, charismatic, elegant cologne, hair gel, freshly pressed clothes, Campari.

Scratch has developed his whooole own personality by the time we see him again in AWAN, and therefore has also developed his own taste in fragrances. We know damn well this man is spending good money for good cologne- after all, it's Alan's money that he's taking and using for anything he wants, why not spend an extra bit to smell good? Also, his insanely gelled hair, he's got some hair gel smell on him too. His clothes are very nice and neat (when they aren't bloody) and he often straightens them up, so I'd assume they are freshly pressed and ironed and starched and all that, which you can smell. Campari is not confirmed to be the drink AWAN Scratch has, but considering it is the drink of Tom Zane's choice and his similarities to AWAN Scratch, let's say it is. It's the same color, anyway. It looks the same. He has a faint smell of it on him when he's been drinking. As for Scratch's fragrance, my cologne for AWAN Scratch is...

Montblanc Legend Spirit. This fragrance is described in this way: Discovering a breathtakingly fresh woody aromatic territory, this cool and confident scent blends energizing citrus with intense cardamom and lavender, settling on a sensual woody base. [The fragrance] is a powerfully modern scent designed for a passionate man who yearns to explore new horizons. The fragrance reveals a more casual side of the [designer] man while maintaining the same versatility, elegance, and charisma of the original. It's style is also said to be versatile, charismatic, and elegant.

A passionate man yearning to explore new horizons? Is that not exactly what our dear AWAN Scratch is doing? Sure, his yearning is more like obsession and his new horizons are horrifying, but it still fits. It's said to reveal a casual side but maintain the same elements of the original- Scratch reveals to us his silly, playful, campy side through his tapes and dialogue, but we must remember the original elements of him being an evil bastard. Scratch's versatility in murder and in methods of fucking up Alan's life fits that bit (I will not stoop to making sex jokes). AWAN Scratch is dictionary definition charismatic, the man could charm me out of my clothes just by looking at me. And elegant- Scratch seems to want to appear groomed, clean, neat. He dresses nice, in a suit. I suppose that's elegant enough.

The vibe I got smelling this for the first time hit me straight in the face as AWAN Scratch's smell. It's the smell of that nicely dressed, weirdly charming man you happen upon somewhere in passing. A party, a store, the street. And who knows, maybe that man is a super natural serial killer too? This is a very very charming scent, the vibes are off the charts correct for Mr Scratch.

To recap: AWAN Scratch smells like Montblanc Legend Spirit, because that is a charismatic and charming cologne if I've ever smelled one. The vibes are just off the charts Scratch coded. His hair gel is also probably fragrant, he uses so much of it you'd probably smell it if he got relatively close to you. Freshly pressed clothes get a spot as not only a vibe but a possible applicable smell, as we see Scratch straighten up his clothes and try to look put together, his clothes must be ironed and taken care of. And finally, the Campari- it's not confirmed that's what he drinks, but in my mind it is, and when he does drink, you get a faint hint of it off him.

AW2 Scratch

The smells, generalized: earthy and woody cologne, leather, blood, hotel soap.

By AW2, Scratch has been defeated once, and now, he's just pissed off and wants the Clicker. In every instance we see the man, he's disheveled, and has at least some blood on him somewhere. The other two have to do with Scratch possessing people- the leather from Jaakko's jacket, and the hotel soap as the vaguest, barely there little note you can only smell if you get close enough to, say, kiss him. Which I would. Anyways, that's from Alan freshening up at the lodge, and if we count him possessing Casey, I'm sure he's also been using that soap. I'll elaborate later on what I mean by hotel soap. For now we will see something else. My cologne for AW2 Scratch is....

Burberry Hero. This fragrance is described in this way: The vibrant freshness of bergamot is invigorated with juniper and black pepper and deepened with a heart of cedarwood—a new man, a new hero. Discover [the fragrance], the new [designer] masculine spirit that explores freedom as modern heroism. [Designer's] vision of modern heroism is challenging the stereotypes of masculinity and empowering man to transform and find the courage to embrace who he truly is—to become extraordinary. It's classed in the scent family "earthy and woody" and the scent type is "citrus and woods."

I smelled this and I immediately pictured the colors associated with AW2 Scratch- black, dark brown, deep red. I picked up on a vibe I thought fit him pretty quickly, and this was one of the last colognes I smelled, too. I thought I'd have to settle for one I didn't really think fit him, but then this one fixed that. The earthy and woody description fits for a man who crawled from a lake in the middle of a forest, and the vibes of transformation, embracing your true self, and becoming extroardinary?? All Scratch coded. He wants to transform Alan into himself, or vice versa. He really seems to embrace that raw, visceral, angry version of himself in AW2. And to have the clicker, to be God essentially, is that not extraordinary? The style this stuff goes for is what Scratch goes for. Plus my synesthesia vouches for it.

To recap: AW2 Scratch smells like Burberry Hero cologne, because the vibes are just absolutely applicable to him, and even just smelling it in person I saw his colors. He also smells like leather because, well, poor Jaakko's jacket is now his, and I know for a fact Jaakko takes good care of that leather and it smells great. Blood is obvious, Scratch is constantly covered in it, and if you've never truly smelled blood, like a room covered in it...trust me, you don't wanna. Just take my word that it smells like a sweeter version of rusty metal. And hotel soap, I will now elaborate: you know the little soaps you can get at hotels, how they all smell exactly the same?? Alan definitely freshened up at the lodge, and Casey had been staying there so he likely used it too, and I feel Scratch carried the ever so slight hint of it if you got really really close and he didn't like. Bite your face off.

SO!! That was a lot of work, research, and headaches from sniffing a bunch of cologne for a good thirty minutes. Plus some other stuff that I think fits the Scratch versions. If you have any comments or other ideas of what they may smell like, please reply here or shoot me an ask!! And yes, comments about how unhinged this post is are welcome too.

#mr scratch #alan wake #alan wake 2 #awan #alan wake's american nightmare #ilkka villi #mine #idk what to even tag this as. bro what rhe hell is this. im unwell

[burrowingkelce]

Meet Your Mama pt2

Am I insane? Yes. Am I releasing this the same day as pt 1? Probably not. Will there be a pt 3? Most definitely. 18+ this time!!

You helped grab Travis 2 week of clothes from his dresser and closet, folded them neatly in his suitcase and zipped it up.

He came up behind you and gave your ass a swat.

"HEY!" you yelled. He only laughed before pulling you into a hug and kissing your head.

"Let me get these for you madame." He said picking up his bags.

"I was hoping you wouldn't make me carry them, their your clothes." You said following him out to your car.

He put his bags in the back of the car and opened your door for you.

"After you m'lady." He said with a goofy grin on his face

"Thank you kind sir." You said pinching his cheek before placing a kiss to the area.

"Your gonna make me blush Y/N." He said mocking your southern accent.

You couldn't help but cackle at how silly he sounded. You couldn't wait for him to meet your family and evidently, put him to some real work on the ranch.

He kept his hand on your thigh the whole way to the airport, stealing a kiss once and again at red lights.

Your parents would pick you both up at the the airport in Dallas once you landed. Travis still has no idea where your going. He's just happy to be with you for 2 weeks.

He parked the car, grabbed both of his and your bags and opened your door for you.

"Trav quit acting like my chauffeur."

"I just love you so much, I want to make you happy." He said smiling at you.

You went to take your bags from him but he quickly stood in the way.

"What do you want now Kelce?"

"Don't think I was gonna let you walk away without paying me." He said tapping his cheek, expecting a kiss.

You let out a sigh and payed him his due, and swiped your bags while he was distracted.

He laughed at the way you sassily walked away from him and hurried after you.

You sat with him, waiting for the call to board the plane. He had headphones on and thankfully couldn't hear when it came over the loudspeaker to board the plane headed to Dallas Love Field Airport.

You both stood up and walked to what he calls "the shutte". He put 2 bags in the overhead storage and you made sure to take the window seat. He settled into the seat next to you and started to doze off. You took the opportunity to nudge your way under his arm and take a nap too.

You woke later to him grunting, as he was just waking up too.

"Good morning to you too big guy." You said looking up at him, laughing a little.

"Mm, are we there yet?" He asked half awake.

"Yeah I guess." You were looking out your window now, getting ready to stand up. The other passengers were getting off, and Travis just wanted to sleep.

"C'mon Trav, we gotta get off." You said climbing over him to grab his right arm in an attempt to pull him up.

"Alright fine." He grumbled, getting annoyed with having to wake up and move.

You grabbed the luggage and Travis was close to follow. You spotted your mom and dad in the parking lot.

You dropped your bags and ran to them. They hugged you and told you how much they missed you. Then he was spotted. The 6'5 hunk you brought with you.

"Oh my god is that..." Your mom started

"Yep, I brought the one and only Travis Kelce with me." You said, pretty damn proud of yourself.

He said hi to both your parents, hugged your mom and shook your dad's hand. Your mom was still shocked as ever with the fact her daughter had brought this stud of a man with her.

They both drove you and Travis to the ranch and showed him around. They had set up another bed in your room for Travis, but you both knew they would be pushed together.

(Editor Ema here, I'm skipping a BUNCH at least to the spicy parts because I wanna include that right about now, so stuffs gonna go quick.)

As your family ate supper, you created small talk with your mom about your life in KC, while your dad talked to Travis about football.

Once you all finished eating, your parents went outside to run some yearlings and you ran upstairs to get changed into pajamas. Know and behold your new man was right behind you as you bent over to grab your jeans off the floor.

"Whew baby, that's one sight that should be the 8th wonder of the world." He said grabbing your ass and pushing lightly on your back.

"Unhand my ass Kelce before I donkey kick you." You said, trying to sound authoritative.

"Awww, pretty girl tryna act tough?" He questioned seductively.

"No, I'm telling you to let me go before you regret this."

"Oh I won't regret a thing sweetheart " he said before picking you up and throwing you on the bed.

You grunted at the impact. Trying to get up, but you felt his hand shove you back down and his large arms cage you in.

"I've waited for this long enough." He said before kissing you roughly. His hands grabbing whatever flesh he could before finally resting one on your left breast and the other on your lower abdomen.

You grabbed his shirt and started to unbutton it while he worked the buttons on your shirt too. Eventually, he got pissed at how long it was taking him, and ripped your shirt in half, discarding it somewhere in the room.

You pushed his shirt off and threw it somewhere and let your hands run over his chest and back. You were too dazed in the heat of the kiss and didn't realize your hand wandered to his crotch, but you knew you felt something hard.

"Watch those hands baby girl, you'll get it soon enough." He said letting out a slight moan before slipping a hand between your legs. He unbuckled his belt and took his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers.

"Take them off Trav." You said trying to catch your breath. He slid his boxers off, revealing his thick member which you immediately took in your hand. He moaned and you prayed to God your parents were still outside.

You took the opportunity to push him off you and get on top. He pulled your underwear down and slid into you. Both of you let out moans as you moved up and down his length.

"Fuck baby, that's so good. Your so good to me aren't you?" He started rambling but the little moans he was letting out were so hot you didn't even want to tell him to stop.

"God Trav this hurts." You said slowing down your pace.

He flipped you both over, hoping to make it easier on you.

He started off slow to let you adjust more, and once you did he picked up pace. Before you knew it he was pounding into you with such force you knew you were going to feel him for weeks.

"OH MY GOD TRAV!" you screamed, gripping his shoulders, hoping to ground yourself.

"I got you baby, I'm almost there." He said with a few hard thrusts before you let out a loud moan and your eyes rolled to the back of your head and he leaned over you more.

A few more brutal thrusts and he was coming with you. Both of you were sent into a drunken daze of lust and passion.

You both came down from your high, and he laid next to you. He faced you and smiled.

"God Y/N, I don't know what was better, winning my second Super Bowl or this."

You laughed and kissed his cheek, "Well Trav, I don't know what was better, seeing your ass earlier or this." You grabbed his ass before giving him another kiss.

He pulled you to him and grumbled against your cheek.

"You better stop that or your gonna get it Y/N."

"I wouldn't complain one bit Travvy." You said before wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on him before drifting off to sleep.

Omg this was a piece of work that's for sure 😅. I never wrote smutty stuff like this so if it's weird, please don't hesitate to let me know. I PROMISE rancher Travis is in the next part, I really wanted to dip my toe in smut and I'm not really sure I like how it turned out. Anywho, I've been dealing with another illness, I was 90% sure it was COVID, but I have my taste and smell, just can't breathe in much or it hurts. This is my 3rd time being sick since December. Everything is okay with me and my mom, just hoping my grandma doesn't get it this bad. She's already showing signs of it and I can only help her and pray. Anywho, toodaloo lovelies, off to write pt 3 where we put Sir Travis on a horse 😂. This is gonna be fun.

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[i-have-a-goal]

I had said a few days ago I would be posting my tips on how I lose weight the fastest & how i got it done being in sports that enabled this ♡ so here I go:

Btw- just need to say this quickly- I don't condone this and get help if you are able to ♡ much luv

Okay with that here it is teehee:

☆ Okay so When I was in wrestling, we had to make sure we made weight- no if . If you were 6 lbs over then you had to find a way to lose 6lbs by Saturday. When I was put in this situation, some of the girls would 🤮 of course, but I wasn't a fan of the taste so I def took alternative routes such as

1. Calorie Deficit= DUH. Obv. Duh. For safety reasons I'm going to say 1,400 max (which isn't much In real life lol) but I would eat around 800-1,200 max for this. I wouldn't really say I watch what I eat, but I'm also not just downing pure doritos and mountain due. I'll have chips but I'll also eat fruits.

2. Working out/ cardio= I know.. it's a bummer isn't it? But I'm being 1000% honest with you, calorie deficit combined with hot cardio is the key to losing weight quickly. This is what we all did to make sure we were at the correct weight within 7 days. And it's not walk around the block or sit on the floor and do donkey kicks either... it doesn't have to be extremely intense, but you do want to make sure you're sweating the whole time. ☆ bonus points for putting on 2-3 jackets and pajama pants or hot sweats when u workout!! It does a lot of the job for you. For me, my go to would be using the treadmill (I don't even run girl I have it on level 3 and do this for 30 mins while listening to music and day dreaming about my cute skinny future self- and I still sweat like crazy) I also do the same thing on a indoor bike. Like I said, it doesn't have to be sprints or anything crazy , just something that keeps you moving enough to be hot = sweat. Think of jumping Jacks, planks, butterfly kicks, ladder climbs, etc. Also if you have a jacket with a Hoodie, def tie the hoodie secured so u can sweat more! It works I promise.

3. if you have the time, try to workout whatever you just ate sooner than later. For example, ate an apple? That's 95 cals, nothing a 25 minute walk can't burn off 👍🏻

4. DRINK YOUR WATER. I know everyone says it BUT there's a reason they do okay. Water keeps your lips hydrated and soft. Water will keep your body hydrated, water will help keep you full (to an extent if im going to be honest) if you feel hungry after drinking water, try sucking or chewing on ice- water's cousin ♡ they go hand in hand. Also- I add chia seeds to my water for the fiber and mint leaves with lemon and Cucumber in another ( I have different cups) the mint drink helps with bad breath (from not eating) AND speeds your metabolism = lose weight faster. I also drink green tea for the same benefits + 0 calories so yay ♡

5. FOOD EXAMPLES. Chances are, If you're too focused on how hungry you are and how much it sucks that you can't have fatty foods- you'll break. You won't succeed. So let's make it as beautiful as we can. By that I mean the dishes you make. Some popular dishes we would do within the sport was 6-8 leafs of big crunchy Romaine lettuce with lemon and salt over them. That's around 10-15 calories. Another one was thin slices of tomatoes with salt. Get creative and add seasoning if needed ✨️ if you like spicy food then you're in luck cause adding spice to anything fills u up quicker:-) a good spicy choice I do is steamed garbanzo beans with tapatio. Another good (non spicy) option is steamed artichoke with light Mayo! Get fancy here guys yall can steam so many vegetables and have so many nice looking meals 😊

6. STAY CONSISTENT = I know it's easier said than done, but when you're about to grab that pizza, understand that you're conscious enough to make the decision to not eat it. If your body is fighting with your brain, then you have to trick one of them. Yes, be delulu. Tell yourself it isn't good. Tell yourself the pizza is just another thick slab of grease with artificial cheese over it. Think of how you'll feel once you eat it. Think of the grease lard and calories you're shoving down your throat. Convince yourself it's disgusting. Eventually, you will find it disgusting. And this can work the opposite way as well ✨️ glorify thin slices of fruit. The satisfying way it feels to eat low calorie naturally sweetened fruits from earth. Same with veggies and water and anything 0 calories.

If I have any other advice ( which I'm sure I do I can't just think at the moment!! Smh) then I'll be posting them on this account so follow me for more content but if there's 1 thing to take from all this, it's this:

Self-discipline & self-control

So many of us don't get to our goal weights because of these 2 right here. Find the self control to not eat the food your family brought home. Find the self discipline to carry on your good habits of eating minimal & healthy and gradually make your way to the end goal ✨️

I believe in you all! We got this, one day at a time 💕

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[my-own-walker]

summary: It's the morning after and you're regretting it. That is until someone's beautiful brown eyes make you melt.

evan peters x fem!reader

warnings: some spiciness.. but really none for now...I still don't know how to write sm*t...

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It's not often that I wake up in someone else's bed, let alone a stranger's.

It's not entirely my fault. When I ended up at some party in some house with my friend Annie, I knew something was bound to happen. But these things usually happen to her, not me.

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Annie has always been a live-wire. She was the one that convinced me to move out to LA with her. A coworker-turned-best-friend. She became the first person to truly make me open up.

All-in-all, I'm a filthy fucking introvert. Always have been. There has never been a way to make me anything more. I know how to step out of my shell when I need to, but I'm a square at heart.

I drank underage but with adult supervision. I waited until 20 to lose my virginity. I cried when I got high for the first time because I thought everyone was making fun of me. Real life-of-the-party vibes from me, huh?

Annie, however, was, and is, fearless. She's done it all, seen it all, and is already bored. She had been to rehab before 17. When we met, she lived in a really dangerous spot in the city. So dangerous that she actually witnessed an arson on her street. But she didn't care.

You get the gist. She's cool. I'm not.

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It was a Tuesday morning at work when she came to me with the crazy idea.

'Chapter meeting.' she texted. That was the signal that she had something to say. Someone, or something, to gossip about. In past meetings, we had discussed creepy coworkers, breakups, and the like.

So when I walked from my desk to hers, the last thing I expected to see was an apartment listing on her desktop.

'What is that?' I asked, prompting a smirk to form on her face.

'An opportunity. A new start.'

So off we went. I put up a fight, I truly did. I had never moved in my life and I was NOT prepared to. What about a job? Our families? The deal was to try it for a year. So reluctantly, I agreed.

Now, for another factor in all of this: I'm newly single. And so is she. My longtime boyfriend and I broke up when I broke the news that I was moving. Annie's boyfriend, too.

I get where they're coming from, I do. Long distance is impossible. But all I knew was that relationship. It had been so long, I forgot entirely how to be myself. He was my everything, and now he's gone. and I have to cope.

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The only thing I know is long-term. That's why the situation I'm in is so foreign.

How was I to know that the party I was showing up at was at a celebrity's house? Annie made all the plans, and I just followed. You'll learn that about me. I follow.

The party was in some sort of swanky apartment building. A bit upscale from what I was used to, but again, Annie knew what she was doing. As she always does.

We opened the door to an apartment on the 5th floor and were immediately met with faces and bodies clogging the main artery of the entrance. The small hallway opened into a larger common area with high ceilings and gorgeous windows. Outside was a decent view of the city. The buildings were illuminated by the lights inside them.

'Fuck,' I turned to Annie, 'this is some rich asshole's place.'

'I know, that's why we're here,' she replied and ventured further into the space.

Loud music filled the room, much like the individuals that continued to stand in the way of us joining the fun. That is if there was any fun. I couldn't tell. I couldn't see over the sea of people.

Finally finding a kitchen, I think, we nestled into the crook of a counter. Right next to the fridge. As soon as we settled, we had to move multiple times for droves of people getting drinks. The spot was a hub, and we were in the way.

'Great,' I shouted over the music, 'this is just great...'

'Oh, loosen up. I promise there's a reason we're here,' she shouted back, 'It's an afterparty. I want to see who I can spot!' Annie loved celebrity spotting.

'Afterparty for what? How the hell did you get an invite?!'

Instead of answering, she turned to the fridge to make a drink. She practically threw a glass in my hand. I winced as I sipped it. Tequila. she knows me too well. Tequila always made me happier.

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After many drinks, and hearing a few songs we both liked, both of us (so basically me) loosened up enough to enjoy the party. Finally. We had relocated to what I guessed was a living room. There were couches. I don't know. I was drunk and there were too many people.

Annie still hadn't spotted anyone she knew of, at least. But I don't think she cared anymore. She was too faded.

I lost her at some point. I think she went to the bathroom, leaving me alone to stare at my phone and awkwardly sip my drink. I looked up and began to look around for her. It was getting late and I wanted to leave.

As if on cue, I locked eyes with the most enchanting pair of brown eyes I'd ever seen. His lips curled into a soft smile. I mustered one back. I was actually so flustered.

I was so sure I looked HIT. Possibly the worst I'd ever looked. It was busy, I was drunk, and I turn red when I'm hot and drunk. It simply wasn't fair that I was in the presence of the most beautiful human I'd ever seen. I'm still not used to having to mind what I look like in public. After being taken for 4 years, you start to care less about how you look to others.

Immediately self-conscious, I turned on my heel. After all, I still needed to find Annie.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I silently died inside, screwing my eyes shut and pursing my lips. Drawing a big sigh, I turned around, trying to look as chill as possible. I was met with a curly mop of brown-blond hair and a pair of the sweetest eyes.

'Hey," he started.

I couldn't help but giggle. How is this my life?

'Hi," I breathed.

'I don’t think we've met,' he said.

'No, I'm sure we haven't,' I replied, embarrassed. 'I'm nobody. I mean- you just- you wouldn't know me.'

He smiled wider. My stomach fell out of my ass. Why is he still talking to me? I'm being weird. Please just leave me be, beautiful man.

But he didn't. 'I'm Evan,' he laughed.

'Y/N. Uh, I'm here wit-' I started

'Y/N? That's a really pretty name.'

What the fuck, this guy is hitting on me. What is even happening right now? And where the fuck is Annie?

'You're funny. I always thought it kinda sucked. Boring. I don't know...' I shrugged.

'No, I like it, seriously,' he replied. His eyes tracked my face, looking from my lips, to my eyes, back to my lips. 'You know, it's really loud in here...' he started. His left hand reached back to scratch the back of his head. He looked around slyly as if to say, 'Let's go somewhere more private.'

Once again, my stomach dropped. No idea if it was the tequila or Annie's influence getting to me, but I simply giggled and nodded.

Being newly single, it's nice to feel like someone's interested in me. Even after all these years, I still got it.

He stuck out his right hand and motioned for me to grab it. What the fuck was I thinking? I shoved my phone into my pocket and switched the hand my drink was in. Then I grabbed his palm and began to follow him.

The crowd seemed to part for him. He led me through the sea of people further back into the apartment. Down a small hallway was a door, then a set of stairs. There were far fewer people back there. The lights were even dimmer. Even, still, there were bodies on the stairs, all engaged in various activities. That was when I spotted Annie. Making out with some rando. Typical.

'Annie!' I exclaimed. Her head snapped up.

'Hey baby,' she drunkenly slurred.

'Oh, hey Annie,' Evan said. And my mind was thoroughly blown.

'Wh-what?' I began to stammer, looking back and forth between the two of them. Annie threw me a thumbs up and Evan continued to lead me upwards.

In my drunken stupor, I quickly stopped caring.

Evan led me down a hall, stopping at the second door on the left. He fumbled for some keys in his pocket and unlocked the door. Is this his apartment? What is my life?

Inside was a bedroom with another pretty view of the city. A large plush bed with a beige duvet and a dark-toned wood headboard sat to the left. Another door with an en-suite bathroom on the right. It was dark and cozy and smelled like lavender.

He shut the door and dropped his key on the bedside table, kicking his shoes off and sitting on the bed. He patted it, inviting me to come sit.

Me and my lowered inhibitions. I did it. I was in a stranger's bedroom. And I was on his bed.

'Now, where were we?' he asked, beaming his 5-star smile once again.

Suddenly super embarrassed, I looked away, laughing.

'Y/N...Y/N,' he tutted, 'you're gorgeous. Did you know that? There's no way you don't.'

'You must be blind...' I blushed.

'No. 20/20 vision, thanks. I know beauty when I see it. I knew when I saw you...I needed to have you.'

My face dropped. Subconsciously, I was super scared. This was my first time doing anything like this. With a stranger. I trusted him, but he was a stranger. He sensed the shift.

'Hey, hey. Are you okay?' he asked. 'If you're uncomfortable, just tell me. I promise I actually want to get to know you. I'm not just trying to get some. I promise.' He placed a reassuring hand on my forearm, making a point to meet my gaze. Something about his eye contact calmed me. He was genuine.

After talking for a bit, a gap in the conversation led to a natural moment to strike. Both of us seemed to just, lean in. His eyes were firmly focused on my lips. His hand reached up and grabbed my jawline, leading my face toward his. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his.

Sparks flew. It was almost in an instant that small kisses led to more and more passionate ones. His breath became heavy and uneven as he repositioned himself to face me better. I crawled onto his lap and held his face so as to say 'Don't stop.' With his face below mine I felt I had more control. So much more that when his hands reached to pull my shirt over my head, I didn't object.

I ran my hands through his curly hair and pulled. He let out a gentle moan and turned his attention to my neck, peppering kisses all the way down to my chest.

He pulled away and I whined. He began fumbling with the hem of his own shirt, trying to get it off. I looked down and helped, pulling his shirt over his head and pushing him into a laying position on the bed.

He continued to kiss me as he pushed his way on top of me, gently maneuvering me onto my back.

'You are so fucking beautiful,' he breathed as he looked down at my form.

And you will have to imagine the smut from here...maybe I will write it some other time. I still need more practice...

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And now here I lay. Remembering it all. Playing it all over in my head. I turn my head and see the mess of curly hair I came to know sprawled across a pristine white pillow. His head is turned away from me, but his steady, even breaths remind me he's real. I watch his bare chest rise and fall.

My heart swells. This was a mistake. I'm catching feelings, but we both know this was just a dumb hookup. I panic internally and begin to gather enough courage to bolt. As soon as I sit up to grab my bra, though, he stirs.

I cover myself with the duvet, red in the face. He smiles softly up at me.

'Good morning,' he rasps. His morning voice. God. 'Going so soon?'

'Uh, haha, I guess?' I reply.

'No,' he whines. He sits up. 'Stay?' His puppy-dog brown eyes plead with me.

'A-are you sure?' I ask. There is no way this is happening.

'I think we both know this wasn't a one-time thing, Y/N. I need to see you again. But for now, please don't run? Just, stay here?' He extends his arm and snakes it around my bare waist.

I smile and give in to his gentle touch, laying down and resting my head on his chest. His fingers run through my hair idly.

'Wait, how do you know Annie...?' I began.

Maybe this is the start of something good.

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OKAYYYYY HAHAHAH thanks for reading. Much love. Sorry if this sucked. Suggestions are encouraged and requests are open! Love ya!

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[takenbypeter]

Food Not For The Fainthearted

Adam Warlock x reader

Words: 1378

“Okay sit down, but keep your eyes shut,” Adam instructed as he placed you in front of a chair.

Your smile deepened as he did so, clear excitement audible in his words. 

Adam has only been on this skull planet for a year now but he hadn’t really made a true friend on this planet until a couple months in when he met you. You made him feel welcomed here. With you he wasn’t at all embarrassed or fearful that you would judge him if he didn’t know a common thing, being that he was only taken out of his pod recently. 

One of the things he enjoyed about you was that you truly took the time to explain things to him and then let him analyze things. One of the things he explored with you was food. Now of course Adam knew what food was and its purpose. He just wasn’t aware there was such a variety of sustenance. With you he discovered his likes, dislikes, how to mix some foods together in recipes, it was truly all new to him. But after some time he gained the hang of it. 

He was so grateful towards you, which is why he wanted to express his thanks. And he thought, what better way than to cook you a meal. Which is what brought you to where you are now, sitting in front of a meal with your eyes closed. He had no help from you and didn’t even give you a hint as to what the meal was, clearly wanting the dish to remain a surprise…until now.

“Okay open your eyes,” he encouraged and as soon as your lids opened, (after blinking at the sudden light), they shifted downwards towards the plate placed in front of you. 

“Chicken stir fry?!” You asked not expecting this type of dish.

“Not just any chicken stir fry. Spicy chicken stir fry,” he corrected, proudly. At the mention of that the crinkle around your eyes relaxed while you tried to keep your smile on display, “oh wow, spicy chicken stir fry…” you repeated. 

Yes, you and Adam had tried different foods together and you were the one to introduce him to different spices and such but it seems that he didn’t notice how you never actually ate any of the spicy foods. It wasn’t the fact that you just didn’t like it, it was more of the fact that some of the spicy items would inflame your taste buds which just wasn’t exactly your favorite feeling in the world. 

But were you going to tell this poor man who looked just so eager for you to try the first dish he’s ever made? Of course not.

“It looks appetizing,” you stated, which was the truth. 

“Thanks, I can't wait for you to try it.”

After making sure you had a glass of water sitting beside you, you stuck the utensil into the dish making sure you got enough. Lifting up the portion you smiled at Adam who was watching you eagerly. And with that final glance you put the portion in your mouth. 

It took all of your acting skills, (which wasn’t exactly the best), to give a smile and pretend it was all okay. Granted the food was delicious but you could already feel the heat sticking to the back of our throat. 

“Mmm, delicious,” you said, mouth hiding behind your hand as the food just hovered in your mouth. Adam grinned widely as he looked down to take his spoonful. In the split second that he does you're already breathing out hot air, trying to do so subtly. 

Obviously there’s no real way of breathing out subtly and Adam picked his gaze back up, looking at you questionably. 

You waved your hand at him, “it’s just a little hot.”

“Oh, yeah I added extra sauce cause I really liked the kick it offered when we tried it awhile ago.”

Your eyes widened at the word extra before you composed yourself, “yup that explains it.” You could practically feel the taste buds on the tip of your tongue starting to appear bumpy, while your nose felt as if it had begun to run. 

Placing your utensil down you take a sip of water, which of course barely helps, if it does at all. Setting the cup down you mentally give yourself a pep talk, he went to all this effort to make you a meal. 

You got your utensil ready taking one more small amount in, of course this just causes more damage to the scene. Quickly swallowing the food, figuring that was better than spitting it out you then grabbed the water before gulping it down leaving just about less than half. 

It was when you placed it down and met Adam’s eyes that you realized just how crazy you probably looked. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, looking concerned. 

You debated for a split second if you should just tell him the truth or pretend everything was okay. You didn’t want to crush his feelings but you didn’t want to burn yourself as well. 

You placed your utensil down, a little more aggressively than you expected, but you blame that on the burning sensation, “Adam this meal is delicious. It’s beautiful, so well put together, I love it.”

His body physically perks up at your words, his shoulders straightening out. 

“But my body just doesn’t get along well with spicy foods.”

Judging from the expression that overcame his face this seemed like news to him, “what do you mean? We’ve had spicy foods together.”

“Yes…but no,” his eyes looked up in thought clearly trying to recall that day while you continued, “when we tried spicy foods, you ate all the food, I just sort of recommended and watched.”

Adam’s jaw dropped. 

“Oh that’s just terrible.”

“It’s fine,” you coughed out, throat hot, “it’s still delicious.”

“No, not the food. The fact that you are always being so kind to me, teaching me my likes and dislikes, and I clearly haven’t been paying any attention to you!”

“Oh please Adam…” you tried to brush off it wasn’t really a big deal.

“No it’s true. I don’t know your likes, your dislikes, I don’t even know you!” 

“You know me—“

Adam’s eyes turned into an intense shade of yellow before they practically lasered your plate into dust.

“How dumb must I be that I didn’t even notice you don’t like spicy food!”

Apparently this was hitting him a lot harder than you expected.

“That’s it…” you pushed your napkin to the side as you slammed your hands on the table standing up while you did so. That caused his own tantrum to pause.

 “You are not dumb! The fact that you say that infuriates me! You were just excited in trying new tastes that’s all.” 

It wasn’t much but that seemed to do the trick as his next words seemed less angry and more disappointed, “I’m just upset because I want to know you. I want to know your likes and dislikes. This whole time I thought we were getting closer but you’ve just been getting closer while I’ve been standing in the same exact spot.”

You hadn’t realized he felt so deeply about this—about you in that way. Maybe he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t noticed things. 

“Just cause you don’t know my likes doesn’t mean you don’t know me. You know me Adam…” he still looked dejected, obviously upset about his lack of awareness. “Okay look, you can start learning things about me right now. Better late than never right?”

Adam pondered this over. “Plus you just found out something I don’t like, spicy food!”

His head shifted from side to side mulling this over before ultimately agreeing, “…okay,” he said, a sly smile sneaking its way onto his face.

“There we go, now that's a better attitude,” you grinned before your eyebrows pushed together suddenly focused on the burnt ash on the table. “I know you were upset but you didn’t have to go and burn the food you’ve made, it was still delicious.”

Adam’s smile turned into a more bashful one, “yeah it was a bit dramatic…But come on, let me make you something you will like.”

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[firstofficerwiggles]

Can I plzzzzz have commander Wolffe admitting his feelings for me after getting jealous seeing me with someone else because he never admitted his feelings till now after months and months of secret meetings be as spicy 18+ as you like 😜😜😜😜🔥🔥🔥🔥

Ooh, I like this idea, especially because it allows for grumpy and jealous Wolffe, which is an intoxicating combo. He’s a bit of a dumbass in this too, but I think it’s fitting because he is such a guy about things.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x female reader

Rating: Explicit/Mature, 18+ only

Warnings: SMUT!, little bit of an angsty beginning, swearing, explicit descriptions of sex

Word count: ~3200

Message to Cmmdr Wolffe: Be my date for the Chancellor’s Gala? Might be nice to see you outside of the supply closet for once ;)

You stare at your comm, holding your breath and waiting for him to respond. You’re taking a big risk here, asking him out for a real date. So far all of your liaisons have been nothing more than quick hook-ups in whatever dark space you two can find. You can’t deny that the moments you’ve shared with him, pressed against his firm body, hands groping at whatever they can get, lips entwined, have been insanely hot. Yet, after months of secret meetings, you’re craving more. You want a chance to talk to your moody commander, to flirt with him, share a meal, maybe even dance with him, anything that tells you this is more than just sex.

Incoming message: I wasn’t planning on going to that nonsense.

Message to Cmmdr Wolffe: Oh, really? 

Incoming message: Sounds like a boring night of overblown politicians

Message to Cmmdr Wolffe: You don’t think we could have some fun there?

Incoming message: Not really

You look down at those two words and feel your heart sink. Looks like you were wrong, it is just sex to him. Your shoulders slump and you slip your comm back in your pocket. There’s no point in responding. You guess this means your little hook-ups are over too, you can’t imagine wanting to get down and dirty with him again after that rejection. You sigh and head back to your workstation, passing Comet as you do.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greets you with his usual smile and flirty compliment.

“Hey,” you reply, glumly.

“Bad day?” he seems genuinely concerned, and puts a hand on your shoulder in comfort.

“Sort of, something just didn’t work out like I planned,” you tell him, obviously you can’t give him any details but it’s enough that he can tell you’re disappointed.

“Well, hey, I know what might cheer you up, you wanna go with me to that gala thing? You know, be my date?” He looks at you eagerly, his eyes lighting up with his suggestion.

You consider him for a moment, he is handsome, all the clones are of course, and he’s always been sweet and friendly to you. Why shouldn’t you go out and have fun like you planned?

“You know what, Comet, I’d love that,” you respond with a smile of your own. 

“Great!” He beams at you, his cheeks are even a little flushed with excitement. 

Fuck Commander Wolffe, you think, If he doesn’t want to go out with me, fuck him, here’s a great guy who does!

You’re already planning the killer outfit you’re going to wear, you bet it will blow Comet’s mind.

Comet is whistling and carrying a flower corsage as he walks down the corridor to your quarters. 

“Where are you off to so jolly and carefree?” Wolffe asks him, in a slightly mocking tone.

“I’m meeting my date for the gala,” he replies, ignoring the snide tone. He shoots a wink at Wolffe, “Can’t wait to see what she’s wearing.”

Wolffe rolls his eyes, and moves to turn away, but then notices that Comet is stopping at your door. His lips pull into a frown as he watches your door swish open to reveal you in what has to be the sexiest look he’s ever seen you in. The gown you’re wearing hugs all your curves perfectly and it shows off a tasteful amount of cleavage. It makes his mouth water and all he wants to do is rush over there, pull you into his arms, and kiss you until you’re both breathless. Instead you’re flirting with Comet and oohing over the stupid flowers he brought you. 

That stupid, stupid gala, he could kick himself. You caught him completely off guard when you asked him to go. He didn’t think it was any big deal, just a dumb night for the politicians to pat themselves on the back for work they didn’t do. He thought it would be a boring waste of his time and he couldn’t understand why you were asking him to go. Seeing you now, all dressed up, looking so stunning, he realized that your little invitation had been much more.

And now I’ve fucked it all up, he chastises himself. No wonder you haven’t spoken to him since those messages. Now instead of kissing him with those soft, perfect lips of yours, you’re pressing them to Comet’s cheek. And those beautiful eyes, the ones that could send him a thousand sultry messages across a crowded room, those are locked solidly on Comet, twinkling at him like the man hung the stars. You don’t even say anything to Wolffe as you walk past.

You notice Wolffe there, of course you do, but you try to keep your attention on Comet. He’s made a nice effort to look great in his freshly pressed dress uniform and a new haircut. As far as you’re concerned Wolffe made his feelings clear, you might as well move on, you tell yourself. You pretend it doesn’t sting as he moves away without so much as a hello, just stands there with a permanent frown on his grumpy face. A part of you still wants to run back to him and kiss away that frown, but that’s over now.

Wolffe can’t drag his eyes away from your form as you move away from him, your hips swaying and your head tipped in towards Comet, laughing at something he’s saying.  

“Dammit!” He stalks to his own quarters and yanks his dress uniform out of the closet. Stupid, stupid gala, stupid Comet.

Comet has been the perfect date, you decide, as you sway in his arms on the highly polished ballroom floor. He’s brought you drinks when you needed them, pulled out your chair for you when you wanted to sit, and now he’s happily dancing with you, smiling and twirling you about. He’s friendly and carefree, and you’ve been enjoying how nice and easy your evening has been, no brooding moody commanders anywhere to be found. Still though, a part of you wonders how much more romantic this night would be if you had come here with Wolffe. For as nice as Comet is, there just isn’t that same spark.

“May I cut in?” Wolffe’s deep voice slices through your thoughts.

Apparently you spoke too soon.

Wolffe’s expression is thunderous. He looks like he’s ready to storm into battle, not waltz with you to the beautiful music coming from the orchestra.

“Of course, Commander,” Comet replies, passing your hand to Wolffe’s.

“I’m not so sure I still feel like dancing,” you say, a little frost in your voice. 

“Oh yes you do,” Wolffe tells you, wrapping a strong arm around your back and pulling you close to him, much closer than Comet was holding you. Without waiting for any other objections, he swiftly turns you away from the other man.

For a few moments, you dance without speaking. While you tell yourself, this is no big deal that Wolffe is here, you steal glances at him looking unbelievably gorgeous in his dress whites. It sounds silly but somehow Wolffe is even more attractive than all the other clones. You sternly remind yourself that you aren’t interested in Wolffe and his stupidly handsome face and say to him cooly,

“I thought you didn’t care for galas?”

“I don’t.” 

“Then why are you here?” You question as you spin away from him.

He pulls you back to him, a bit roughly , “Because you decided to come here with Comet.”

He says the other man’s name like Comet has just announced he’s joining Count Dooku.

“I would have been here sooner, but I got caught in Coruscanti traffic,” he mutters. 

He’d spent an hour berating a speeder droid and feeling sick to his stomach at the thought of you laughing and flirting with another man all night.

“I don’t see why my being here with Comet should concern you, after all you made it very clear you weren’t interested in being my date,” you huff to him.

“Just because I wasn’t interested in this stupid gala, doesn’t mean I’m not interested in you,” he seethes. 

“And how exactly was I supposed to know that? I asked you on a date and you turned me down flat,” you state, frustrated at him and his obvious jealousy.

“How were you to know? You don’t think maybe the hundreds of hours we’ve spent fucking in supply closets and storerooms made it clear?” He demands, quirking his eyebrow at you.

“It hasn’t been hundreds of hours,” you demure, “But look, I was going out on a limb asking you to this. I’m tired of just being some little secret, a quick screw to relieve stress, something meaningless.”

You pull away from him, tired of dancing. You look into those beautiful brown eyes, “I wanted to have a romantic night with you, something special, so that I could finally tell you how much I care about you. When you blew me off completely, I knew there was no way you could feel the same way about me.”

Your eyes feel suspiciously wet and you try your hardest not to blink because if you do, those tears will spill over onto your cheeks.

Wolffe sighs, and reaches for your hand. You’re too weak to pull it away from him even though you know you should.

“Did it ever occur to you that I’m an idiot?” he asks, but then doesn’t pause for you to answer, “Come with me.”

“Where are we going? Shouldn’t I say something to Comet?” You ask as Wolffe has already started strutting through the crowd, towing you along.

“He’s fine,” Wolffe says, not even bothering to check.

He tugs you along down a corridor, moving you into the Chancellor’s private residency area. He swipes a special card that gives him access to a quiet hallway and stops at a door labeled “Linens” with a gold plate no less.

“Look, I don’t care how fancy the Chancellor’s linen closet probably is, I’m not going in there with you,” you state. 

You had pretty much handed him your heart out there on that dance floor and all he’s done is drag you away from the party without any indication of what he’s thinking.

Wolffe turns you around and points you at a grand set of double doors on the other side of the hallway. They’re the doors to the Chancellor’s bedroom.

“I’m not taking you to a linen closet,” he explains, “If I’m going to show you how much I care for you, it’s going to be in an actual bed, and a luxurious one at that.”

He pulls you through the doorway and then locks the door behind him. His hands come up to cradle your face, holding you there in front of him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring you to the gala. I’m sorry I didn’t realize how important it was when you asked me. I’ve never felt like this about anyone and I don’t know what I’m doing, I hope you’ll give me a chance to make it up to you,” he apologizes, his voice gravely with emotion.

“I’ll give you that chance,” you reply, your voice just above a whisper, and slightly surprised that you haven’t melted into a puddle at his feet.

“Good,” Wolffe says, as he closes the distance between you and claims your lips.

This kiss is different from the others you typically share. Those are usually heated and rushed, with a frantic need to get down to business. But now, Wolffe’s kiss is tender, sweet, and full of passion. He kisses you as if he has all the time in the galaxy.

You snake your arms around his neck and bring your body flush with his. You always love feeling his hard, muscular frame against you. You entwine your fingers into his hair and open your mouth more to him, giving him the opportunity to brush his tongue with yours. You shudder a bit from the sensation and you can feel the satisfied groan vibrate through his chest just as much as you can hear it. 

Wolffe breaks away from your lips but only so he can drag kisses down the column of your neck. He follows the outline of your dress, his lips chartering a path to your cleavage. 

“When I first saw you tonight, I thought this dress was going to kill me,” he tells you between heated kisses on your skin, “But then it was the thought that you wore this for Comet and that threatened to do me in.”

“I bought this thinking of you, you big lunkhead,” you tell him.

“If I wasn’t hard already, that would have done it,” he replies, looking up at you with a cheeky smile. 

He pushes the neckline of your dress open more, revealing one of your breasts. His hot mouth instantly attaches to your nipple, licking and sucking as you moan your delight. Wolffe’s other hand is behind your back, having found the zipper on your dress and tugging it downward. He peels the dress away from you, his lips and tongue never letting up on pleasing you.

Your own hands can’t seem to say still. They run through his hair and across his powerful shoulders, trying to feel as much as you can through his uniform. It gets harder to touch him as he lowers himself down your body, finally kneeling before you and kissing just above the waistband of your panties. He looks up at you with a wink, and then grasps the panties in his teeth and yanks them down. It’s so hot it makes you giddy with anticipation.

“Sit down on the bed for me, beautiful,” he instructs you after getting you naked.

Somehow he maneuvered you over here to the bed without you even realizing it. You plant yourself on the soft duvet, as Wolffe pushes your legs open to make space for his broad body between them. 

“Lie back now and let me show you how special you are,” Wolffe’s deep voice rumbles across your core.

Before your head hits the million thread count sheets, he’s already on you, his tongue gliding through your folds, licking from the bottom of your opening all the way up to circle your clit. He pays plenty of attention to that sensitive pearl, his tongue dancing around it before he sucks it between his lips. Your hands tug at his hair, nails biting into his scalp just a touch. It only seems to make him hungrier for you and he kisses and licks his way all over your pussy. Your hips buck up from the pleasure until his large hand holds you in place, giving him the control he wants to have you exactly the way he likes. You hold a hand up to your mouth muffling your moans, just the way you always have with him.

“Uh-uh, beautiful, we’re not sneaking around anymore, I want to hear all those pretty sounds you make.” With that command given, his tongue thrusts into you, tasting your arousal straight from the source, while his fingers take over on your clit.

“Wolffe!” you cry his name, a wave of pleasure running though your body. With each move Wolffe makes the wave grows, turning it into a building tsunami that plans to gloriously ruin you. 

He shifts his position, plunging two thick fingers into you and flicking your clit with his tongue. He curls those fingers upward, always able to find that magic spot that makes you whimper for him right away. When you hear his resounding moan, telling you how much he’s enjoying this too, it breaks you and the wave finally crashes over you. Your thighs push together as much as they can and you keen for him.

Wolffe pulls away with gentle kisses on your thighs. He stands up and divests himself of his uniform in record time before helping you move up the bed. As much as he wants to indulge in every moment he has with you in this bed, he can’t wait any longer.

“I need you right now,” he tells you, his mouth crashing into yours in a consuming kiss.

Wolffe rolls over on top of you, his weight feeling delicious as he presses you into the plush mattress. You bring your legs up to cradle his hips and hold him close. You rub your body against him craving the feeling of his skin on yours. Moaning into your mouth, Wolffe pushes himself inside you. You’re so wet from his earlier ministrations that he glides into your body with little effort. There’s still that welcomed stretch as your body accommodates his sizeable cock. He breaks the kiss so he can look at your face, 

“Beautiful, my beautiful girl, you’re all I want,” he breathes out as he starts to move inside you.

You moan his name in response as you rock your hips with his, matching his rhythm. The push and pull of him through your tightness is so perfect. Wolffe is more vocal than he’s ever been before, his groans are accompanied by tender words that you never thought you’d hear from his lips. Your voice joins his, and through the moans you try to tell him how you feel. The two of you are so in sync that everything feels better than it ever has. You throb around him, and his body answers yours by tilting up to hit sheer heaven inside you. You wish it could last forever, but you’re also so desperate for your release. As you clench harder around his cock, Wolffe gets impossibly harder.

“Oh, Wolffe, I’m gonna come again,” you cry, clinging to his arms.

“I’m right there with you, baby, come on, come with me, that’s it, good girl, that’s my good fucking girl,” Wolffe praises you as your pleasure spikes and you both fall over that devastating edge together. 

He kisses you again, slow and tender, turning you both so that you’re lying on your side, half on top of him as he keeps you joined. You bask in the intimacy of the moment, so wonderfully content and filled with emotion. You are happy to lie there and not talk, but Wolffe has other ideas. You look up at him as he speaks,

“I know it might not seem like it right at this moment when I'm still inside you, but I want more than just sex from you. You mean much more to me than that. I like our moments in the closets, but I want you in my bed too. I want you to sit with me in the mess hall, or invite me to your quarters to watch some dumb holofilm. I want to get goofy little messages from you on my comm that make me smile, and I want to hold your hand when we walk through the ship. I want to do all we can to be together. ”

“You really mean all that? It would have to be for you too, not just because I want it,” you ask, hoping for the best.

“It would be for us,” he states, “Because we both want it.”

Then he chuckles.

“What’s so funny?” you wonder. He seemed quite sincere a moment ago.

“It might be a little bit for all my brothers too, wouldn’t hurt for them to know you’re taken.”

You giggle in response to that, “I do like being taken.”

“Oh I know you do,” Wolffe replies, his voice full of promise, “Let me show you again just how well I know.”

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TBB Incorrect Quotes, Part 3

Hunter: Knock, knock.  Omega: Who's there?  Hunter: Boo!  Omega: Boo who?  Hunter: Why are you crying?  Omega: I'm not crying Hunter: Hello notcrying, I'm Hunter. 

Wrecker: There’s no “I” in team, but there is one in pizza.  Tech: So, you’re not going to share?  Wrecker: I’m not going to share.

Echo: What happened?!  Hunter: Do you want the long version or the short version?  Echo: Sh-short??  Hunter: Shit's fucked.  Echo: Okay, long.  Hunter: Shit's very fucked.

Crosshair, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast.  Wrecker: You're kinda ugly. 

Hunter: Be careful about succumbing to these sorts of destructive... urges. Addiction can be a powerful thing.  Crosshair: So am I. Bow down before your new supreme overlord, bitches.

Tech: We might have gotten into a bar room brawl back in the city.  Omega: Well, that was entirely predictable.  Tech: One of them punched a gang member.  Omega: Echo?  Tech: Crosshair, actually.  Omega: Oh, that was going to be my second guess. 

Wrecker: How’s practice going?  Crosshair: Terrible. I want to stab everybody there.  Wrecker: Okay, just don’t get any blood on your clothes.  Crosshair: …you shouldn’t be condoning this.  Wrecker: Don’t tell me how to live my life. 

Tech: What's two plus two?  Omega: Math.  Tech: ...I will accept that answer. 

Echo: If you water water, it grows.  Omega: ...What.  Hunter: He’s got a point.  Crosshair: And here we see Hunter and Tech in their natural habitat. Texting each other variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh.  Hunter: Gaelic bread.  Tech: Grueling brad.  Hunter: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

Crosshair: You're a lying piece of shit!  Hunter: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!  Wrecker: I'm leaving and I'm taking Tech with me!  Echo, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

Echo, to the Squad: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go. Tech: But how- Echo, ignoring him: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”.

Omega, texting Tech: I’m a theif.  Tech: Thief.  Omega: Theif.  Tech: I before E except after C.  Omega: Thceif.  Tech: NO.

Echo: What’s your body count?  Crosshair: Do you mean sex or murder?

Tech: I hate taking off my glasses, because without them, my vision goes from Full HD all the way down to buffering at 240p and I just can't handle that.

Tech: *yawns*  Phee: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.  Tech: Then you must be exhuasted.  Hunter: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

Crosshair: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!  Echo: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.  Crosshair: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?  Echo: Somehow that's worse.

Tech: *accidentally eats something too spicy so his eyes start to water*  Omega: Tech, look at me. It's okay. I would die for you. I love you so much. You're the best person I know.  Tech: I'm not crying?  Omega, hugging Tech's head: Shush baby, it's okay. Hunter is here and he loves you with his whole heart.

Hunter: The clock is ticking! We don't have time for this asinine tomfoolery!  Crosshair: This unmitigated poppycock?  Wrecker: Extravagant hogwash!  Hunter: Okay, stop.

Wrecker: So… I’ve seen you’ve been spending a lot of time with Phee recently.  Tech: No, Wrecker, it's not what it looks like, I swear.  Wrecker: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?  Tech: No! You’re the only one for me.  Wrecker: Is that so?  Tech: I promise! Phee and I are just dating, okay? She’s my partner.  Wrecker: So there are no best-friends-feelings involved?  Tech: You are still my one and only best friend! She’s just the love of my life, nothing more!  Wrecker: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right?  Tech: Of course bro!  Wrecker: Bro...  Phee: What the-

Wrecker: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.  Omega: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

Hunter: When do you usually go to sleep?  Echo: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to the gods.

Crosshair: What are you doing here?  Wrecker: I could ask you the same question.  Crosshair: I live here. This is my house.  Wrecker: I should probably ask you a different question. 

Hunter: What’s the status up here? Crosshair: Fucked up, about to die, Tech's a nerd. The usual.

Wrecker: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it.  Wrecker: And I started thinking.  Wrecker: Like, it was just trying to get food.  Wrecker: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck?  Hunter: Are you ok?

Echo: *out cold on the ground*  Hunter: Oh my god, do you think he’s okay?!  Crosshair, holding a bucket of ice water: Who cares?! *dumps all of the water on Echo’s face*

Crosshair: What do I get?  Wrecker: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death.  Crosshair: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one.  Wrecker: It won't be you.  Crosshair: I'll get my coat. 

Tech: I think I need a hug...  Wrecker: Good thing I'm hug shaped!  *45 minutes later*  Tech: You... you can let go now.  Wrecker: No, I absolutely cannot. 

Hunter: Why are you drinking?  Echo: I drink when I'm depressed.  Hunter: But you're always drinking?  Echo: *smug grin* 

Hunter, texting: Wrecker, will you please go to sleep?  Wrecker, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up?  Hunter, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!  Hunter, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon?  Wrecker, texting: I’m trying  Hunter, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH  Hunter, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :) 

Omega: The time to act is now.  Omega: Wink, wink.  Tech: Don't say "wink wink". Just wink.  Omega: Oh, sorry.  Omega: Wink. 

*Wrecker falls over* Hunter: Wrecker! Are you alright? Wrecker: Is that you, God? Hunter: What? Wrecker: It's just, you sound a lot more like Hunter than I expected.

Echo: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces.  Echo: *waves his finger and sings like he’s in a Disney Channel intro*

Crosshair, trying to comfort Omega: What’s the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I’ve been there.

Wrecker: Look, Tech, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and it's Monday.

Echo: :) Crosshair: >:( Echo: Turn that frown upside down! Crosshair: ):< Echo: Not sure what I was expecting...

Hunter, texting Tech: *sends a voice message* Tech, texting back: I’m a little busy, is it urgent? Hunter: No, don’t worry, just listen later. *later* Tech: *presses play* Hunter's voice message: THERE’S A FIRE-

Tech: I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult here. Hunter: Wrecker is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Tech. Wrecker: I feel like Tech is the more responsible one of us two though. Tech: We are both 70% of each others' impulse control. Wrecker: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.

Omega: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them? Hunter, watching Echo screaming, Crosshair trying to set a sleeping Tech on fire, and Wrecker choking on air: I don't know either.

Crosshair, laying in bed: Get out of my room. Hunter, standing just outside of the door frame: I’m not in your room.

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