#he went to eat toda

[spnkakashi]

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#ok me and my bf officially broke up #im moving out tmrw #we will spend tonight together #we both keep crying its not ok #he went to eat toda #y #he ate rice i made #and he cried #and then i cried #and im currently at work trying not to cry #and i finish in 2.5h #at 2am #then i will see him #probably for the last time hahaha #funny #mine #personal

[itsharleystuff]

╰─▸ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

‘ I just wanna be one of your girls tonight ’

— 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Rockstar!Joel x afab!fem!reader (no outbreak alternative universe).

— 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.7k

— 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your best friend’s boyfriend has an older brother that turned out to be the guitarist of a famous rock band from the 80s. You meet Joel by accident before his concert and things take an interesting turn.

— 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content (minors dni!), age gap (Joel is 48, reader is said to be in college tho her age isn’t specified), sex, p in v sex, porn with barely any plot, sex with a “stranger”, a bit of dirty talk, oral sex (f), use of ‘slut’, praise, mirror sex, fingering, some oral (m), cum eating, reader calls Joel an ‘old man’, smoking (they share a cigarette), pet-names (sweetheart, darling, honey). Also, I know nothing about guitars or concerts so this is probably very inaccurate. This one’s roughly edited, forgive meee. No use of y/n.

— 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: One of the girls - The Weeknd, Lily Rose-Depp, Jennie. Breakin’ dishes - Rihanna. Todas mueren por mi - Cartel de Santa.

Third-wheeling has now unintentionally become your most recurrent hobby since your best friend started dating Tommy Miller. Not that either of them minded, given that it was their idea.

Tonight was different, however.

"I could've been a part of it, y'know?" the man boasts, "I just didn't know how to play any instruments or how to arrange tunes... I have a nice voice, though. If that counts for anything."

Ary, your friend, giggles at his statement and replies with a comment that you didn't quite listen. Tommy's car stereo is currently blasting The Clashers' latest album— Joel Miller's rock band, that is. Two days ago, you had no idea who the eldest Miller was –only that he existed–, much less that he was the guitarist of a very popular 80s band. Now his brother is taking you and his girlfriend to their gig, to which he was given front row tickets. Nice.

Their music was actually pretty good, though some of the songs sounded more country than rock. Tommy explained that those were most definitely written by his brother, due to his love for the genre. Apparently, The Clashers have had a recent comeback with their newest album and a small tour, all after a long, undefined hiatus that went on for nearly a decade and a half. "Joel's fault", the younger Miller said, "he became a father. A single one, to top it off. But he's the best at it, don't ever doubt that."

"How old is he again?" you wonder, suddenly curious about the age gap between the siblings.

"Forty-eight. His girl Sarah just turned nineteen a couple months ago." You nod absentmindedly at the response.

You met Tommy almost a year ago, when Ary and you used to work at a cafeteria outside of Dallas' university. She'd graduated a few years ago, but needed money to pay her rent and coincidentally, you did too. You hit it off right away, becoming friends but also roommates in further time. Though you were still in college and she was a bit older, that never seemed to be an issue with your friendship or your schedules. Tommy came along shortly after, turning up every day at the café with his charisma and nice manners, making his intentions with Ary very clear since the beginning.

"D'you think there'll be a crowd?" your question makes her raise a brow quizzically.

"Most likely," she retorts thoughtfully. "Why? Are you regretting your own idea?"

Her boyfriend chuckles at that, knowing perfectly well how much you disliked loud, cramped places. It's not that you didn't enjoy this sort of events once in a while, but being someone who gets easily overwhelmed around people, you mostly prefer the sort of lay-back dates. Nevertheless, it was you who came up with this plan for today. With college giving you such a hard time and your colleagues being tremendous assholes lately, you needed something out of your comfort zone to fully unwind. Some action to pull you off the dull routine.

"Are you subtly implying that I'm a boring person?" you ask, falsely offended, crossing both arms over your chest. "Cause I swear I know how to loosen-up, I just need time to... Get used to it."

Tommy seems to be holding back laughter, but Ary doesn't even try to hide her amusement. "Girl, you're lucky I'm your friend, or else you'd be rotting in our local library," she scoffs.

You roll your eyes playfully, a smirk pursing your lips, "Yeah, cause that'll be such a tragedy. Who'd support you financially if I didn't study, huh?" you turn your head to her boyfriend. "Tommy?"

The man shrugs his shoulders, fighting against the urge to grin. "Oh, dear," she glances over her shoulder to look at you from the shotgun seat, bright smile painting her face. "Don't give him any ideas. He might just marry me."

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Whilst Tommy went looking for a place to park, you and Ary walked to the nearest convenience store to grab some beverages. You were still running early anyway, which only meant a quick stop wasn't going to imply much trouble.

"I'll wait for you out here," with a head tilt, you silently indicate your friend to go ahead. "I need a cig."

She nods understandingly, "Want me to grab something for ya'?"

"No, I'm alright. Don't worry about it."

Ary stopped at the entrance to look back at you, staring intently for a weird extent of time, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Did I mention you look stunning?"

"You might've had, but that doesn't mean I don't love hearing it," the reply widened her smile. Once she went inside the store, you took a chance to peer at your reflection in the showcase.

This whole eighties vibe was certainly not something you were used to, but there was no denying how hot it made you appear. Aiming for a 'rockstar girlfriend' kinda look, you went for that smudgy, dark eye-makeup; as for the clothes, the mini skirt, low-cut bustier and oversized leather jacket paired with some nice boots kept the whole outfit together.

You blinked away, stunned by how confident you suddenly felt in your own skin. Chuckling to yourself, you started digging in your purse for a smoke. And as if the gods decided to toy with your faith, you luckily found a single one sitting at the very bottom; putting the filter between your lips, you then turned your bag upside down to search for the lighter, only to find that you hadn't brought it with you.

"Damnit," you spat in frustration, closing your eyes to picture in your mind where the last place you'd left it was.

Maybe it was next to your bed, on the nightstand; or perhaps in front of the stove... No, it definitely wasn't in the kitchen. The blurry image in the back of your head resembled more of a–

"Hey," a low, masculine voice called from beside you in a mellow tone, almost as if this mysterious man had a naturally sly nature but wanted to cool it down. "Need a light?"

He had a deep, soothing ring; raspy, profound and very southern-like. Frankly, you didn't know what you were expecting before setting your eyes on him, but it definitely wasn't a man such as he was. A wave of emotions washed over your body as you pried on him; big, broad, rugged and devastatingly handsome. Not to mention older than you— however, how much older is not a detail you care to find out. Your skin felt ticklish and warm, added to the sudden acceleration of your pulse.

First thing you noticed were his big brown eyes, shiny in sort of a childish way, regardless of the wrinkles that surrounded them when he politely simpered. You could tell he was a total heartthrob by the way his lips quirked and his head tilted downwards when addressing you.

He's thick in the arms and wide in the shoulders, something that was noticeable despite the black leather jacket he was wearing over a plain white t-shirt, tucked into a pair of worn-out denims. The cowboy hat on his head casts shadows upon his face but you're still able to make up his features: aquiline nose, strong jawline, soft lips under a styled mustache and a patchy, graying beard. Tall and handsome as hell.

"Yeah," you answer as soon as your mind allows you to, suddenly feeling your mouth dry when realizing you were staring. He bit back a smirk as he gauges at your reaction. "You've got one?"

"Lucky for you, I do." His left hand disappeared in the pocket of his jacket, taking out a simple red lighter. "I don't suppose you've got a cigarette to spare, do ya'?"

"Sorry," you frown apologetically, "this is my last."

He closed the gap between you, but instead of handing the lighter, he hunched down to lit the end of the dart still hanging from your lips, caging it with his big hand. And fuck, he smelled good. A mix of cedar and sandalwood, fresh and manly.

"No worries, doll." Dizzy with his presence, your eyes unconsciously bored into his. You can't move away, diving inside his pupils like you're hypnotized. "I'll just buy a pack for myself."

Caught up in that urge of keeping him near, you take the dart between your fingers and hear yourself say: "Unless you wanna share."

It was impulsive, not to mention irrational. Yet, all of the rational thoughts inside your brain had unforeseeably vanished in thin air, replaced by a strange need that rested in the pit of your stomach, a wicked desire that rushed through your veins like a drug. His brow shot up in surprise, giving you a subtle, pleased nod. He realizes there's something else behind your proposition, nothing that could be hidden with the way you're shamelessly looking at him.

"Let me guess," he commences, his calloused fingers brushing against your own when he takes the cig, orange end stained with your lipstick, "you're headed to the concert."

Your eyes squint with a crooked smile, "Are you that perceptive or am I just that obvious?" he takes a short drag, holding the fag with a nonchalant attitude and a mannerism that expressed experience.

"Bit of both," the shadows of smoke surround his face, hiding his features behind a thick, mysterious fog. "You've got that groupie vibe to ya'. The kind of girl that has her walls filled with boy-band posters," he jokes.

"Oh, is that it?" you ask playfully, mirroring his action to let the nicotine circle your system. "Cool it, cowboy. I ain't trynna get in trouble for fighting an old man."

He chuckles at your sarcastic remark and you can see the spark of a thin chain around his neck, along with the soft curls that gathered at his nape. Jesus, his side profile was divine.

"What's your name, darlin'?" he asks. You tell him, that southern drawl of his being more noticeable when echoing it. "You from around?"

"Yeah," you blow the smoke away from him, though he takes back the dart while you're at it. "Been here my whole life. You?"

He shakes his head lightly, "Austin. But I've been all over."

You can't help but smile inwardly, "That explains it."

"What thing?" the man asks with a certain intrigue.

"Nothing... You've just got that particular vibe." He's already laughing when you point at the cowboy hat, rejoicing in the way you played with his own words.

"I see that, groupie." He takes the almost consumed cigarette between his teeth and removes the hat from his head, running a hand through his soft curls. "Let's trade."

You watch in awe as he unexpectedly places the hat atop your own head. It sits well there and the way his eyes grow dark and his lips curve upwards can only mean he likes it too.

"What'cha think?" you inquire, slightly adjusting it.

"I think..." he eyes you up and down, ashing the cig with a tap of his index, "You should keep it. In exchange, I'll just take what's left of this lung-junk."

"Well, that doesn't seem like a fair trade," you cross both arms over your chest. "Isn't there anything else you want apart from that half-burnt smoke?"

His head tilts to the side as he meditates his answer, his chocolate hair now messy and a couple of those brown curls hanging loose across his forehead. For a moment, you're worried you might've sounded too raunchy for the occasion, but he looks pretty pleased. His eyes lock with yours and you feel your knees wobbly just from that undeniable tension that lingers in the air.

"I'll tell you what, sweetheart." Sweetheart. Damn, he's good. "Find me after the concert's over. You can repay me then with whatever you might find convenient."

Your brows crease at the scheme, curious, "How will I find you, though? I'm certain there'll be a lot of people."

He laughs darkly, like he knew something you didn't –which, to be fair, was probably true–. "Just ask for Joel. I'm sure someone will point you to the right direction."

Joel.

Joel...

Joel?

Could it be...?

"See ya' around, groupie." He sets off with a subtle head gesture, waving back at you.

Your mind was spinning so fast that you didn't even notice when Ary reappeared beside you, rambling something about a woman being annoying over the prices and fighting cashiers, too worked up to even notice your distraught— or your new acquisition.

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The venue was crammed with people and there was a heady scent of pot all over the place, not unusual in these sorts of businesses. Thankfully, Tommy had arrived earlier to guide you through the masses.

"Here," he said, taking you and his girlfriend by the wrist. "We've got VIP seats, no need to go all the way down there." He pointed the barricade, where a ton of people were congregated to get the better spot.

The area in which you were located had a better view of the stage and was way more comfortable. Only till you finally sat down did Ary notice the new addition to your outfit.

"Did you buy that outside the store?" she wonders, sorta screaming to make herself heard over the mass. Tommy's eyes land curiously on you.

"Yeah, something like that."

"Funny," the man mumbles to himself, shaking his head lightly. "Very funny."

"What?"

"Well," he clears his throat and licks his lips nervously, "I just think it's funny that you'd get a cowboy hat in one of my brother's gigs."

Still in the shadows, you raise your shoulders to beguile him into spilling the details, "Why's that?"

Tommy taps his knee anxiously. "You see, when Joel was younger he'd often 'gift' his hats to any girl that would catch his eye. It was a way of... I don't know, making them one of his girls, you could say. By doing so, the other band members would see her and no one would dare to make a move."

His words fell upon you like an ice bucket. Joel, Joel, Joel. It just had to be the same Joel, because honestly, what were the chances?

Before you can retort, or even form an answer in your brain, the lights go out and the crowd bursts in cheers and shouting. But you can't for the life of you pay any mind to them, too focused on Tommy's story ringing in your ears. Seconds prior to the lights going on again, the sound of a single guitar key reverberated through the venue.

Did Joel Miller just mark you like cattle so no other man would approach you? Was that some kind of sick game he liked to play? If that were the case, you can't really say you're mad about it... Mostly thrilled, so to speak.

"So what would happen afterwards?" you asked, leaning to his ear, so you could make yourself be heard.

"Huh?"

"He'd make his move and then what?"

The man slightly winced as if you had just asked him the dumbest question in the book, "I think you know the rest."

You knew.

Of course you knew.

There's a voice saying "Goodnight, Dallas" and the spotlight is now on the five men standing on stage. You didn't even need to search for his image, your eyes immediately attaching to him like a magnet. A feeling of beguilement settles in your bones as you realize you've achieved that excitement you hoped to get tonight, at last. 

Amidst chaos and loud screaming, he stood there in all his glory, perfectly aware of the impression his sole presence could cause. Messy brown hair, sun-kissed skin and that patchy, graying beard. Convenience store Joel turned out to be rockstar Joel.

The only thing that was different about his appearance were the dark aviator sunglasses that gracefully framed his face, a belt with a big, round buckle and the black Epiphone Wilshire guitar that was strapped to his shoulder with a sash. All of this new fashion somehow made him more physically appealing, if that was indeed possible. He looked like the type of man you'd rip off from a magazine and stick up in the corners of your vanity; the kind of star that girls and women would salivate over.

You could totally see the fascination and understand why it was easy for him to simply pick out someone he liked and take them back to his dressing room for a nasty time. Joel Miller was that guy.

In the back of your mind you register the fact that you're probably eye-fucking him whilst his younger brother and your best friend are both standing at your right. But you can't really help it— he was just so electrifying, such a magnetic force of a man. The whole world seemed to stop as the concert carried on, though you can only make out the melodies when you're far too distracted by Joel's charisma and mysterious air.

The way he moves on stage, too focused on his own act, fingers tugging at the strings and metal vibrating underneath his touch... It's fascinating how he makes it look easy and like a tremendous labour at the same time, pulling it all off with a wolffish smile on his face. The other band members had their own charm too, but your preference was undeniable.

They played the songs that you had been previously listening to, and the fact that they're being played live just amplifies the feeling of intimacy regarding the lyricism and musicality. Songs that talk about life's hardships, love, heartbreak and carnal desires. They all just hit different.

Towards the end of the concert, Ary started feeling dizzy, the amount of people and sudden dehydration giving her signs of a posible migraine. She tried not to say anything for the sake of your fun, realizing just how much you're enjoying yourself tonight. But at the end she truly couldn't, deciding to tell Tommy she needed to step back for awhile and go get some fresh air.

"I should go with her," you said in concern. His boyfriend shook his head and patted your shoulder.

"I'll go. You can stay if you want to, just call me if something feels off and I'll be back in a sec," he said reassuringly.

It took a few seconds to agree, although you eventually did. The event was almost over anyways. "Tell me if anything happens."

"F'course."

You watch as he leaves behind her with a certain remorse in your gut. The Clashers play three more songs afterwards, turning out to be much more emotional and heartfelt than you could've expected.

One by one, every single band member thanked the audience before the lights went out completely and the crowd stopped their clapping and cheering.

In order to avoid getting stuck at the exit from the people storming out, you decided to stay back and wait. You intended to reach your friend via message, sending a short "everything alright?" that did not deliver due to the awful signal. Only then did you start to grow nervous and more worrisome.

"Excuse me," out of nowhere, one of the security guards called for you when no one else was around –aside from the scattered people that had the same idea as you did–; a tall man with a 'staff' pin on his shirt. He asked for your name, but something about the way he worded the question made you believe he already knew it. "You've got a backstage invitation."

"A backstage invitation?" You tried holding back laughter. "From whom?” your eyes narrowed at a new clue. “Wait... Did Tommy meet up with Joel?"

The staff member furrowed his brows in surprise, "You came here with Miller's brother?"

"Huh? Yes... Isn't that why you approached me?" the stranger gave you a kind, slightly embarrassed smile.

"No, but you should come with me. Joel's in fact the one that asked."

"Oh..."

So, it was him after all.

'Someone will point you to the right direction', turned out to be quite literal.

You agreed to follow the guard. Maybe Joel could just reach Tommy and tell him you were fine. Although that'll mean you'd have to explain how you two had met. Well, shit... It’s not like it was a bad thing, right?

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Backstage dressing rooms tend to be different depending on the facility where an event is held. In this case, there were rooms with the artist's names hanged on them and a handful of people moving around, spitting orders and following instructions. Everyone was so involved in their own affairs that no one really seemed to notice you, specially standing next to the security guy, who knocked twice on the guitarist's door.

It didn't take long before he appeared before you, that post-concert glow brightening up his features. His cocky smirk told you just how certain he was that you'd end up here eventually and how glad he was for it. You gave a quick nod to the man that guided you here and he disappeared just as quick as he came.

"Hey there, groupie."

"Joel." Your lips unconsciously curved, too. "I believe I owe you something." His hair was ruffled and the sunglasses rested atop his head, looking better up-close than he did on stage.

"Wanna come in?" the question sounded so genuine and innocent, it almost made you believe there wasn't a meaning behind it... Yet, you knew; you were both aware.

"Sure, but-" there was something you had to tell him... God, he smelled good— what was it you had to tell him? "Won't they scold you for having me here?"

His dressing room was fairly spacious, with a small leather couch, a coat stand with a couple of jackets and shirts hanging. His guitar rested on the corner, tucked inside its case; facing the couch was some kind of vanity where celebrities could get their makeup done, the lights around the mirror reflected a warm light.

"Don't think so, darlin'. I'm way too old for a scolding," he joked, closing the door behind you.

The very moment you were left alone, away from any prying eyes, the air shifted entirely; as if this whole space was your own private setting. That same feeling you experienced outside the store somehow crawled under your skin once more, adrenaline rushing through your veins in a crushing expectation.

"Did you enjoy the show?" you nod distractedly.

"I did. But I ain't gonna lie, it was a total shocker to find out that the hot guy I'd just met was actually a part of the group." Joel's eyes gleamed with an unfamiliar simplicity that invited you in and provided a certain comfort.

"I wish I could've seen your face," he retorted, his voice smooth and low.

"Why?" you bicker, "So I could further boost your ego? No, thanks."

He chuckles softly, his eyes squinting to reveal the tiny wrinkles that form around them; a sign that he's always been the type to laugh without remorse. Those are the small details that make him even more attractive in your perspective.

You lean against the makeup board, giving your back to the mirror and crossing both arms over your chest. The heel of your boots had started to feel uncomfortable, so you placed one leg across the other to shift some of the weight whilst his gaze followed your every move intently; the unfathomable depth of his eyes stirred something inside you, an urge to unleash your impurest thoughts.

"You've got quite an attitude, don't ya', groupie?" the man questions with humor. "But I'm pretty sure you just called me hot, so, either way, my ego was boosted," he pointed out smugly.

"Joel," you click your tongue, subtly shaking your head. "I bet there's tons of women saying that about you, and there's no doubt in my mind that you’re aware of it already."

That could not be denied. Throughout his life, Joel had always been aware of his charm and good looks, which eventually brought him popularity amongst the group. After having Sarah, he saw himself forced to tone down the amount of affairs and adventures he'd have, specially as a single father, always trying not to get his daughter's hopes high if she saw him with someone.

Honestly, despite him being back on track with the 'celebrity' lifestyle, he still wasn't planing on keeping up with his old tricks of bringing women backstage and giving them something to gush about with her friends. He really hadn't gotten involved with anyone during the tour until now... And it wasn't something he'd intended to do either. Everything happened so spontaneously, the way you two sort of bonded and just met out of the blue. Joel's goal wasn't any of this at first, he merely thought of how gorgeous you were and how comfortable he felt in your presence.

However, logic and good sense abandoned him the minute your eyes gaped at him; dark and alluring, with a spark in them that he could not escape, an intriguing verve that entranced him and crept under his skin. From that moment forward, he could only think about you while being on stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of your skin amongst the crowd but having to settle with the fresh image of you on his mind: your confident mannerisms, your striking smile and how good your legs looked in that mini-skirt. He tried to put on his best performance just to impress you.

"Yet, your perception of me is the only one I currently care about," he declares, taking a few decided steps towards you.

You beam, keeping your head held high, "I gotta give it to you, Joel. The hat thing, your whole performance... Very clever."

He's taken aback by your words, surprise written all over his face. "What d'you mean?"

"Come on, Joel," you reply with a roughish grin. "You really thought I wouldn't hear all about your schemes? Oh, here I believed I was special," you joke.

The man gets rid of that 'respectful' distance that kept you apart, slowly making his way to you, exuding that perpetual arrogance he naturally carried and never breaking eye contact. You returned the same energy; piercing his soul with those siren eyes, barely tilting your head back to expose your throat and unhooking your arms to give him a better sight of your breasts. Intentional or not, those little details were driving him insane.

"You are special, sweetheart," he murmurs, emphasizing the second word. "All of my girls are."

He was quite close now, his scent dazing your senses and the warmth of his body, plus that southern drawl of his, formed goosebumps on your skin. With boosted confidence, you reach out to softly grab the lapels of his jacket. You wait for him to push you away, scold you or react negatively... though he never does. Instead, his eyes fall from yours to your lips, licking his own distractedly. You motion to remove the shades form his head and place his hat back on, adjusting it lightly. In the meantime, you take your time to run your fingers through his hair, drag them along his jaw, feel the raspy sensation of his beard scratching your fingertips.

"S'that so?" you whisper, your breath fanning across his cheek. "You know what I want...?" His eyelids shudder, a muscle twitching on his neck as you lean to pour the next words into the shell of his ear. "I just wanna be one of your girls, Joel Miller..."

Those words have an immediate effect on him, his eyes darkening with blown away pupils. Your hand lowers to his chest, conscious of the strength with which his heart was beating, the heat of his feverish skin there where you touched him. His palms land on your hips, caressing the covered skin as they make their way to your waist.

"We'll see 'bout that, darlin'," he hushes, cupping your face with his right hand to keep you steady, restrain your control over him. His face is barely inches away from yours, practically breathing each other in. "You know what's gonna happen now, don't you?"

You gulp in suspense, eyes glued to his lips, waiting, wishing he'd just kiss you. "Yes..."

"Good," Joel's thumb swipes across your bottom lip, slowly coaxing your mouth open. "Is this what you want?"

You can barely muster up the courage to speak, nearly falling from the tension. "Please..."

"Mmm..." his nose rubs against yours and your eyes close instinctively. "That's not an answer, sweetheart."

Your hands fist on his shirt, desperate to touch him. "Yes, Joel."

"That's my girl," he praises, effectively creating a pool of arousal that smothers your underwear. But you've barely got any time to process it before his lips are finally on yours.

The kiss knocks the air out of your lungs, his plump lips molding against yours. Your fingers play with the curls at the base of his neck, your nails scratching his skin deliciously. Everything feels hot all of the sudden, the need to get rid of your jacket latent on the edges of your body. Joel holds your waist and quickly sits you fully on top of the board, making you squeal from the abruptness of the action; this way he can settle himself between your legs and flush his chest to yours. His lips never part from yours, swallowing down any noise that escaped your mouth.

The coarse fabric of his jeans feels rough against your exposed skin, his hands coming to grab the back of your thighs, sliding them beneath the hem of your skirt as you wrap your legs around his waist. The kiss is breathy and intense, you taste him when your tongue drags inside –a mix of mint and cigarettes–, your teeth crashing when he tries to assert his dominance by pulling your body closer to his. Your perfume, sweet and floral, lingers around him in a way that makes him want you even more. When he slowly licks your lower lip, you moan faintly and the sound makes him throb.

His fingers splay on your asscheeks, prodding you to feel the weight of his hardening cock against your inner thigh, consequently setting a fire in your lower belly. You catch his grunt in the kiss, the feeling of his mustache tingling on your skin whilst you grind your hips just to experience that friction once again, relishing in the familiar sensation of your arousal spilling into your panties, wet and warm. And fuck, part of you doesn't believe that this man is hard for you. Joel suddenly backs away, just enough to stare blankly into your eyes, casted with desire, and regain a bit of composure.

"Not a word about this, 'aight?" something you had figured he'd state sooner or later.

"Yes, sir. It'll be our dirty little secret," you grin right as he whispers a goddamnit.

Before he pulls you in for another heated kiss, you struggle to take your jacket off, taking your phone out of the pocket and hastily throwing it to the floor as he mimics your action. Joel uses this moment to fully take in the sight of you; the way your tits sit perfectly in that top, chest rising and falling from drawing ragged breaths, your exposed neck and shoulders, flushed skin ideal for him to nip at and trace with his lips. So he does just that.

He ghosts your mouth, towering over you but ignoring the need to reattach your lips to his. Alternately, he gently kisses your chin, making his way down your throat and between your collarbones. You're a panting mess under his touch, trying to keep yourself collected for the sake of not getting caught, yet failing when his teeth sank onto the pillowy flesh of your breast. You audibly gasp, holding onto his arm for dear life; though he simply huffs a laugh that vibrates through you.

"Don't worry, darlin'. In here, you can be as loud as you want to," he assures.

Joel descends to his knees in front of you and the image is far too erotic for you to hold back a whimper. He coaxes your knees farther apart, your denim skirt hunched up around your hips so he can peek at the red lace of your underwear. He grabs your calf and places a kiss to the side of your knee, looking up at you hungrily.

"Should we take this off?" he taps on your boot, calloused fingers tracing random patterns on your leg.

"Let's keep them on," you say, your hand stroking his cheekbone. "I want to wear them when I come on your cock."

His eyes glint with lust, "Fuck..." he rumbles, almost pained. "Who would've thought a pretty girl like you would have such a filthy tongue."

You can't help but smirk as his lips roam upwards, "You think I'm pretty?"

His gaze scorches with intensity, both his hands languidly sliding up your sides till his fingers hook on the edge of your panties, pulling them down your legs to take them off, "I think you're beautiful," he murmurs amidst. Your heartbeat hammers in your ears at the time he leans into the apex of your thighs, one of his brows quirking up at the sight of glistening slick sticking to your swollen skin.

"Poor thing," he coos, taking off the hat like a cowboy who's worked his whole shift and comes home to eat the best dinner he's ever had, placing it beside you. "You're so sensitive, baby..." you inhale sharply when he lays a teasing kiss on your inner thigh. "Been a while?"

You nod, though even if it has been a while since the last time you slept with someone, you're certain that most of your responsiveness falls onto Joel's doing. He tsked, shaking his head in the meantime and using his thumb to barely spread your folds. Your eyes look at him beneath heavy lids, lips parted as his mouth explores the area, his breathing tickling the sensitive skin.

"I'll take care of you, sweetheart."

Without warning, his tongue darts out to lick the slick around your entrance, ravishing on the sweet taste of your juices. Your fingers thread through his curls, swallowing hard at the new sensation. He takes his time with you, leisurely allowing your wetness to gather on his tongue, his nose nudging at your clit when he moves his head a certain way. It all makes your brain spin, overcome by the pleasure you're experiencing, actually permitting you to loose your cords and spill uninhibited whimpers that only egged him on.

"Shit, you're doing great..." you can feel his smile against your dripping core.

"You just taste amazing, darlin'," he's not lying. Joel's enjoying himself far too much as he buries his tongue between your folds, holding you tighter. "So fucking good..."

The back of your mind registers the brief pain of his fingertips digging in your flesh, thinking it may bruise in the morning. The other part can't even form a rational thought. You moan his name, calling out for something to ground you; but he's just as gone, if not way worse. Joel is bewitched by the headiness of you, clogging his senses entirely. It's been so long since he gave head, but he doesn't remember it like this— like he couldn't get enough, so eager to make you feel good, to hear those pretty sounds spill from your mouth.

"Oh my god..." you mewl when his lips close around your puffy clit, gently flicking his tongue over it whilst you run your hands through his locks.

He flattens his tongue against the bundle of nerves, tracing delicate circles that make your whole body shudder. You're messily dripping all the way down to the wooden surface as he selfishly alternates his attention between your aching bud and your hole.

"Look at you, honey," he mumbles, voice laced with desire. "Doin' so good for me."

His fingers swipe across your slit, making you squirm. "Joel, please-"

"I know, baby, I know..."

Though when he's about to dive in again, you catch the light of your phone through your peripheral vision: an incoming call. The ID read the name 'Tommy <3'.

Tommy???!!!!

"Shitshitshit," you quickly reach for the device, swiping the green button and muttering a wary wait to the man before you. Joel simply gawks at you with intrigue, the pads of his fingers still roaming around your core. "Hello?"

On the other side of the line, Tommy says your name with utter relief, "Thank god. I left you a thousand messages. Are you okay?"

More than okay. Your brother's tongue was inside my cunt just a few seconds ago, actually.

Obviously you can't say that.

"Uh... Yeah, everything's fine." You clear your throat, trying to mask the gasp that threatened to escape when Joel started rubbing tender circles on your clit. "The signal's just really bad."

"Yes, I noticed," he mutters, a bit frustrated. "Should I go get you? There's still plenty of people at the entrance and I don't want you to get lost."

"No- no..." you have to bite your bottom lip in order to muffle the unholy moan you were about to slip out. The bastard had just sinked one finger inside you experimentally, watching your face contort in pleasure as he reached for that particular spot. "I- have... Is Ary alright?"

"She took a pill and is knocked out in the backseats of my car right now," you can practically hear his smile as he speaks. "But... Are you sure you're okay? You sound... Agitated."

That was a way of putting it.

Joel is a greedy, jealous man. He wants all your undivided attention and will make sure to let you know. He decides to add a second finger, watching your eyes screw shut and your mouth gape as he curls them, your slick covering all the way to his knuckles.

"Yes, I met with a friend-" you tug at his hair hard enough to make him groan, his cock twitching with interest. "She's taking me home."

Your thighs start quivering and your body feels hot all over, an abrasive feeling of bliss rushing through every single nerve ending. You're close, and judging by the way you clench around his fingers, he knows too.

"Oh... Well, in that case just let me know once you get home. Please?" You think you answer, but you're not entirely sure. The call ends and your phone slips from your hand.

"Joel, I can't..." you whine when his lips latch to your nub once again, his fingers still working you open.

"Yes you can," he vows. You clutch at his curls with enough strength to work him up. "You're a big girl, you can take it."

And it's right then, when he repeatedly hits your g-spot, licking and sucking at your delicate clit, that your hips get a mind of their own, barely kept in place by Joel's strong grip on your hip. The coil finally snaps. You're not sure what you say, what words fall from your mouth... But they do dawdle on his mind. You shake from the magnitude of your orgasm, muscles starting to relax as Joel licks up every drop of your release, absolutely lost in the sweet taste of you. Your grasp on his hair loosened as he rose to his feet, letting you catch your breath.

He's on edge, his voice a hoarse rumble when he spoke. "Didn't anyone tell you," his left hand came up to brush his fingertips over your lips, "how rude it is to answer phone calls when this pretty pussy of yours is getting eaten?”

You lick your lips nervously. "I'm sorry..." he hums in response, "I'll make it up to you."

There's no time for him to reply since you crash your lips to his once again, frenetically searching to feel his weight pressed on top of you for a second time. This kiss is messy, rushed and needy. You can taste yourself in it as he pushes his tongue past your teeth.

Amidst the fuss, your hand snakes between your bodies to tug at his belt, fumbling to pop his pants open. Once you do, you can feel how warm and heavy his cock is, rock hard beneath your touch. He hisses at the flick of your wrist, moving up and down his length over the thin fabric of his boxers. Joel rests his forehead against yours to even his breaths, his chest heaving with a lustful sigh.

"Fuck," he grumbles, swiftly manhandling you so you're facing the mirror. His hand holds your face for you to stare back at your own reflection. "Aren't you a sight to behold?"

And you're certain that for a man like him, those words couldn't be truer. Sweat beads around your neck and sticks a couple hairs to your temples, eyes teary in the corners and lipstick smeared from the make out. Here and there your skin displays signs of his presence, part of you wishing they'd stay there till the next morning. If there was an accurate way to describe how you looked, that'll be wrecked.

"You should see yourself, Miller," you smirk, gesturing in his direction. His eyes reflected a prurient nature that added to his sex appeal, hair messy from your doing and an eager expression that gave him a downright pornographic aura. "Not bad for an old man."

His lips caress the back of your ear, hands driving the denim skirt farther up your hips. You cling to the edge of the work desk, making an effort to stand up in your weak knees, chills running down your spine when he gently nibbles at your earlobe.

"So much for not wanting to boost my ego, huh, sweetheart?" his gruff voice is both soothing and stirring, making all the blood rush straight to your pussy.

He parts your legs, spreading them with his knee and forcing you to bend forward a little. Your head turns to peek behind your shoulder, his every move being closely monitored by you, eyes widening when you finally fathom the sheer size of his cock. Your lower body pulsates with anticipation, another wave of arousal sticking to the inside of your thighs.

"Holy fuck-" you ramble as you watch him expertly roll a condom on his length. He's long and visibly thick, a prominent vein running from base to tip; your mouth waters just from the idea of wrapping your lips around it. "Shit..."

"Don't be getting all shy now, honey. Tis' what you wanted, then you're getting it," he rasps, lining himself between your legs.

"M'not shy," you retort, staring back at him through the mirror. "Was just thinking about how badly I wanted to blow you."

Joel stifles a groan, his hands snaking to your front to pull down the top and expose your tits. There was no need to wear a bra with a bustier, which you were glad for, cause it made it easier for him to pinch the peaked buds of your nipples. The head of his cock glides across your folds, coating it with the slick that keeps dribbling each time he bumps against your clit or makes you watch as he gropes your breasts.

"You talk like a slut." Your cheeks soared red and your pussy fluttered at the name-calling. The heat of his body on yours was simply intoxicating, making it difficult for you to think. "Is that how you want me to fuck you?" he whispers in your ear, nudging his cock at your entrance but not quite going in yet. "Nice and hard until I make an absolute mess out of you? Mmm?"

You nod, "Yes, god- yes. Please, Joel..."

He takes that plea as his cue to press himself inside you, slow and steady, allowing your body to adjust to the intromission. Your mouth falls ajar, nails scratching the wood under your fingers, vaguely squirming at the sharp sting of the stretch.

"That's it, takin' my cock so well," words of encouragement fall hoarsely form his lips like a chant and your body willingly melts into his. "See? I knew you could take it."

His thighs plunge to yours when he bottoms out at last, letting out a few pants and groans, his fingers pushing stray hairs out of your face. You can feel him jerk inside you, your walls enveloping his girth tightly, a wave of pleasure licking his spine at the feeling. He doesn't waste any more time, finding a pace of his liking as soon as he started moving and being relentless with it. The way his neck chain hits your shoulder blades with each thrust, the scrub of his beard when he kisses your temple and the dirty praises that he murmurs in your ear, somehow make the situation grounding; like it's really happening and you're not dreaming about it.

As Joel cradles you in his arms, your hand skirts to his nape in order to bring him in for a kiss. Each roll of his hips is calculated, deep and unswerving, knowing exactly how and where you liked it, studying your reactions. When he kisses you, he does so earnestly, almost affectionate in contrast to the rhythm in which his dick drags inside you– but it's short, the need for oxygen overpowering both. At this point, not even your stilted whimpers and his soft moans can mask the lewd sound of your squelching pussy or the sporadic noise of skin slapping against skin.

"Good fuckin' slut," he locks your jaw in place, pushing you to keep eye contact with your own reflection. "Sneakin' behind your friend's back to get fucked by a stranger –shit– an 'old man', nonetheless..."

Your stomach tenses each time the head of his cock grazes that sensitive spot within you, legs shaking at the way he speaks to you. Through the mirror, you see the way his thumb digs into your cheek, his hand cupping your breast as he twists your nipple in his fingers and the worst of all: that haughty fucking smile that suited him perhaps too damn well.

"I always did like them older," you utter, out of breath.

He chuckles darkly, heftily, letting his hand coast down your abdomen and reach your clit to tease it while he takes you from behind. The feeling was so intense that all you could do was claw at his bicep and let a hushed whine slip past your lips, knowing that a second orgasm was approaching faster than you had expected.

"Fuck, Joel- It feels so good..." your moans are like music to his ears, a syrupy melody that he wants to maintain on replay.

The way your pussy clenches around him, squeezing his length with every push, has his head fuzzy with sheer pleasure. And god- you look beautiful coming undone for him. No; because of him. He sees you looking at him through the reflection, pupils dark with an obscure desire, feels your cunt soak him every time he tells you how good you are, with each sound he makes just for you.

"I'm so close-" you warn, white sparks blurring your vision at the building of your crescendo.

"C'mon, come for me," he purrs, skillfully teasing your nub. "Wanna feel it— oh fuck, wanna feel you live up to your promise..."

Joel fucking whimpers, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck as he pulls your hips to meet his pace. The sound is so enticing that it throws you off, wanting to engrave it in your mind. Your thighs waver and your back arches, an overwhelming sense of euphoria partaking your body. "I've got you, let me hear you," he fucks you through it, slowing down but never losing precision. "Right there, you did so good..."

In your state of frenzy, you feel his cock throbbing inside you, his grip on your body tightening: the classic telltale of his own climax looming. Through it all, with your heart thumping so loud that it's almost deafening, you blurt out a dulcet: "Come in my mouth..."

God help him.

He nearly loses it right then and there.

"As you wish," he sighed, his deep voice raspy with passion.   

But he's an indulgent man, so he musters up the strength to pull out and snatch the condom away, throwing it to the trash can. You fall to your knees with no hesitation, arms stretching to reach the outline of his hips. Joel guides the ruddy head of his cock to your lips, spreading precome all over them before you fully take him in your mouth. You suck him earnestly, focusing on the tip and tracing the vein on the underside of his dick. He's so worked up that it doesn't take him long to start panting; head thrown back and hand grabbing firmly the back of your neck.

Your gaze stick to his, knowing perfectly the power of looking into his eyes. You love the taste of him, musky and strong; all man. All you can think of right at this moment is how you want more, so much more of him.

"Perfect," he slurs through gritted teeth. "Perfect girl."

You can't contain the hum that reverberates through him, pushing him over the edge whilst you massage his balls. A deep, guttural groan claws its way from his throat, hips stuttering and thighs trembling as he comes in thick, hot spurts down your throat. You swallow instantly, not thinking much about it and stroking his shaft unhurriedly until he's whimpering from overstimulation; though he doesn't tell you to stop or pushes you away, letting you work him up to the time of your choice. Once you're content, you straighten your posture and rearrange your top, roughly registering when he tucks himself back in his pants.

"You okay?" he asks, helping you get on your feet. His thumb swipes around your lips and chin to clean the smeared lipstick, a sweet concern dithering in his eyes.

“Feelin’ great,” you say with genuine joy, pulling your skirt downwards and grabbing your panties from the floor, laying next to your jacket and his guitar. “Thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” he lends you a hand in putting your jacket back on. “It’s been a while since I’ve… Uh, well, you get it.”

You turn to face him, beaming radiantly. Gosh, you’re stunning. He’s certain he won’t forget those mesmerizing eyes of yours.

“Joel, let’s be honest with each other…” your hands shot up to caress his cheek and thread at his curls. You don’t believe him one bit. “We’ll meet again. You know we will.”

You didn’t really mean it, merely wanting to make an impression. But there was a minuscule possibility that your paths would cross for a second time; after all, you did know his brother. Though you never mentioned that. Deep down, you were scared that he wouldn’t want to make a move if he knew of that connection— specially after seeing Tommy’s reaction when he saw that hat on your head.

“Hope that’s true, groupie.”

Joel insists on calling his chauffeur to take you home, arguing that it was past midnight and it was dangerous to take a cab. Eventually, you let him, making a quick stop to the bathroom to set things right with your appearance. He waits for you patiently, the cowboy hat presented to you as a gift when you walked out.

“Keep it,” he sways, “as a little souvenir for if we don’t end up meeting again. Besides, it suits you better.”

“Won’t you have another pretty girl to gift it to?” he rolls his eyes at your inquiry.

“I can always buy more,” he laughs. “I want you to remember I sent you home sore and aching each time you look at it.”

You giggle, getting on your tippy toes to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry, Miller. I’ll be thinking ‘bout it… About you. That’s a promise.”

And he truly hopes you mean it.

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[luveline]

Omg Jade, I’ve been LOVING the asf resurgence ☺️☺️ It hits my heart in all the right ways!!

I was wondering if would please write something showing more of the burrow from asf? Would love to see Molly (alongside Fred ofc!) doting on the reader. Maybe she feels poorly during a gathering? Just an idea - no pressure ofc to respond or to go in this direction. Thank you either way!!! 😊

tysm for ur request!! sorry this took me a whole month ♡ fem!reader, 1.5k

cw mental health issues/ poor eating habits

The popcorn is greasy between your fingers. You look down at a slightly burned kernel without much feeling, giving it a squeeze to listen to the styro-foamy groan as it breaks. 

The crumbs fall down the front of your hoodie. The mess is enough to make you feel something other than tired, blinking to attention while you pick tiny bits from your tummy. 

Fred's hand reaches over to help. "Whoops," he says, flicking them off of the sofa onto the rug. 

"Don't do that," you chastise without any heat, nudging his knee with yours. "Your poor mum will have to clean it up." 

"No she won't." 

"Are you going to hoover before we go?" you ask. 

Fred puts his hand on your thigh for an unapologetic feel. "No. She'd be offended." 

It's hard to describe how something as simple and as normal as Fred's hand on your leg can make you feel. Suddenly, you aren't alone in your head, feeling all sorts of awful. There's someone with you. 

Fred often laments (with sympathy) that you live in the past. He's not wrong. There are things that haunt you without pulling punches, stuff that makes you feel sick even though you can't remember how it all went anymore. It's like your body has caught hold of the way you felt at the time and is now throwing you into the deep end, no warnings. 

George takes the popcorn bowl from your lap, a lazy heist from his positioning on the floor. He, Ron, and Harry play a game of exploding snap that smells like no one's winning by your shoes. 

Bill and Fleur sit on bean bags by the fire, their legs interlocked, and the baby (who isn't a baby anymore, actually, a brand new toddler) waddles around the room in footie pyjamas. Every time you see Victoire, you wonder if she's an easy baby, and if you'd be a good mom. If you're even capable. 

Things tend to twist from there. Capable in any capacity? You're sure there are a hundred different things that Fred wants from you that he will never be able to have. A girlfriend who doesn't shut down when she's worried. A partner who pulls their weight. You let him down pretty much every day though he doesn't say, in your uselessness. You're awful. He deserves better than someone who's clinging to the bad things that happened to her (though you don't want to cling, you can't seem to make yourself stop). 

Fred's hand abandons your thigh. He sits up in his seat on the sofa to wrap his arm behind your neck instead, encouraging your head under his. With the side of his chin pressed to your temple, he doesn't say a word. 

Molly appears from the garden with a handful of fresh lemon balm. "Who wants a cup of tea?" she asks. 

Her eyes flicker straight for you. Fred told you once that Harry used to be her favourite child. It confused you —family is much more than blood, but still, there's so many to choose from and they're all brilliant, so why Harry? 

He was the one who needed the favouritism most, Fred says. Mum has a built-in pain detector. She knows when people need love. 

"We'll have a cup of tea," Fred says, rubbing your shoulder. 

"Obviously," Molly says, though what's obvious about it escapes you. "Anyone else?" 

There's a chorus of requests, most of which you can't keep straight. Molly's brilliant, she doesn't miss a beat. "Lovely," she says with a smile. 

"I'll come help you, mum," George says, using your legs as a brace to get up. 

You kick him without force in the leg. He turns to you, shooting you an adoring, saccharine smile with hands at his chest curved into a heart shape. 

"He's in a mood today," Fred says. 

Your sleeves bunch under his hands with every upward swipe. You sit there for a while feeling off. Something is wrong, some pit sucking you in, but nothing's happened. It's been a while since you felt this suddenly sick —you're better than you were, but you aren't better. 

"It's okay," Fred says, like he can read your mind. His reassurance kisses warm over your cheek. "Do you want to go home?" 

He doesn't seem upset with you. If anything, he's chipper, like he'd love to go home with you. It's a charade for your benefit to erase the guilt that comes with yanking him out of family time, and you don't fall for it. 

Yet you can't make yourself smile. You aren't as good of an actor as he is. "No," you mumble, pulling away from his loving embrace to meet his eyes. 

He inches closer, hand sliding down your arm. 

"I love you," he says very quietly. He's at risk of being heard by three different brothers, each of which might rip him to shreds for being as whipped as he sounds. 

You don't not want to say it back. Sometimes it's hard. Fred isn't telling you for a parroting, anyhow, and he doesn't care when you fail to answer. 

"Let's go help make tea," he says, standing up. You don't want to move, but you'd rather not stay by yourself. You've no choice but to follow him through the living room and into the kitchen. 

"Hi, dearie," Molly says. You realise she's talking to you, not Fred. "You look like you need something to eat. I'll make you something sweet, how does that sound?" 

It sounds like a bad idea. "That sounds great." 

She nudges George off with his tray of tea to stand in front of you. "There's a good girl," she says, squeezing your elbow. "Fred says you're not eating, but you were fine at breakfast. Feeling better?"

"Mum," Fred says, sending you an apologetic look. "Sorry, I don't mean to gossip about you–" 

"No, it's okay. It's nice, it's… a privilege to be worried about," you say, though you wish he wouldn't. 

Molly shakes her head, ginger kinks swishing over her shoulders. "It's not a privilege, lovely. That's just what family does, mm? You worry about Freddie, he worries about you, and I'll worry about both of you." 

"You don't have to worry about us, mum." 

"I know. It's a privilege, though, to be the one worrying," Molly says, offering you a gentle smile. 

"Right," you say. 

"So stop pretending you're okay and have a seat. Freddie, you better go and get her one of your blankets, I think." 

Fred grins and exits the kitchen quickly to avoid giving you time to protest. Ever a people pleaser, you sit down at the table in one of the chairs with a tall back. Molly puts down a cup of tea in front of you, swiftly followed by a plate of biscuits, a toasted, buttered currant scone, and a blueberry muffin sliced down the middle. 

That's what gets you. The muffin cut in half, paper peeled away. Molly has no reason to like you; you make Fred happy, but you know you've made him so, so sad, sometimes. You've weighed him down. You're not the best he could've had, but his family don't care. He doesn't care. He loves you enough to breeze into the kitchen with a throw blanket, wrap it around your shoulders, and nestle a kiss behind your ear. 

You scramble to grab his arms rather than let him stand again. He startles at first, but he recovers, and his arms curl around your front with enthusiasm that can't be faked. 

"I love you," he murmurs. Words slid together like he's tipped them out, impossible to deny. "Try not to wind yourself up, alright? It's a normal day. The only people who matter are you and me, yeah?"

"Yeah," you say through a lump. 

"I'll be just in the living room if you need me," Molly says. 

"Thanks, mum," Fred says, perching his chin atop your head. 

He waits for her to leave and plants a kiss on the highest point of your cheek. When you smile, he tracks them all over. Kiss to your head, your ear, the soft line of your jaw.

"Do you want to talk about something? Or should we think about other things?" he asks. 

It's a strange, coddling way to ask if there's something in particular that's upset you, but it's nice to be coddled. Truthfully, there's nothing concrete that hurts. A little bit of everything. The world is busy and life is hard and people aren't always kind, and you'll always be unbalanced by that. Luckily, Fred's there to hold you up, together, whatever you need. 

"Do you want half of my muffin?" you ask. 

"I'm eyeing up your scone, honestly." 

"You can have it if you want it." 

Fred hugs you tightly. "And deprive you? No way. I'll settle for the muffin if you feed it to me," he says hopefully. 

You twist in your chair, holding a bit of the muffin up for him to eat.

"I love you," you say. In a horror story, a nightmare, your nearly constant thoughts, he scoffs in your face. 

Fred swallows roughly. "I know. S'why you're gonna let me have half the scone, too." 

It's awfully cheesy, but you'd give him much more than a scone. You'd give him anything he asked you to give.

"Greedy," you say. 

"I resent that, ghost."

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #a special friend universe

[lovelive-animequeen1029]

Persenting ; Hua Cheng and Xie Lian from heaven official's blessing

A/n: took soo long to do so but any way i don't think this makes any sense or whatever so have fun understanding ;). also this is a yandere shit i wrote so yeah but it's not that bad maybe 5/10

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“Here please eat it” Xie lian said, putting down a tray of fried fish in front of you in hopes you would eat; but sadly you pushed away the tray looking back at the picture frame. “Won’t you at least take a bite or drink water?”you shook your head. Xie lian sighed before frowning and patting your head.``you know Hua cheng will be back in less than two minutes'' you nod  “Ok so why don’t you be a good girl and finish  your food so he doesn't have to force you to.” you stop glaring at the wall looking him in the eyes but when you did the amber-eyed man wished you just accepted their love.

Your eyes which once used to shine with hope and light now looked dark and gloomy,no not just your eyes but your entire self. You’re not the person you used to be;maybe it was all their fault or maybe it was your’s. Lost in each other’s eyes, you did not hear hua cheng entering the room. It wasn’t until he slammed the door shut that you realized he came in. “ Is something wrong ? San lang? '' Xie Lian asked, worried laced in his tone. The black-haired ghost king looked at you with piercing eyes,before grabbing a chair out of thin air. He sat on it as he looked between you and the untouched food again.” why haven’t you eaten?” he questions, his tone cold. You don’t respond;looking at anything other than him. angering him further wasn’t something you wanted but you couldn’t give up so easily not when you went through so much, Not when you had lost loved ones and not when they had broken you so so many times without a hint of mercy. You had always wondered what was wrong with you,if it was normal to…” why are you spacing out? I asked you a question didn’t I?” hua cheng demanded, grabbing your wrist and forcing you to stand up and stumble your way to him. You stood in front of him but you did not dare to look at his eyes no matter how painfully he held your wrist. You start shedding tears and look at xie lian when it all becomes too much for you to handle. Taking pity on you xie lian stands up from his kneeling position and carefully walks towards you but as he reaches a hand out to help you, the ghost lord stops him.” you treat her kindly, if you want her to obey you then you should punish her for every mistake she makes” hua cheng says pulling you to sit on his lap as he grabs a closed box (from his clothes?) and opens it. Inside are some rice-balls and fish and a pair of chopsticks. hua cheng takes the chopsticks and grabs one of the rice-balls,taking it towards your closed lips and tapping on them. You shake your head and turn to the other side. He sighs before saying “ you don’t have to eat i won't force you to” you look at him shocked at what he just said ‘was he really telling the truth?could you believe him? He won't be hurting you toda..”but i will not take any sort of disobedience from you ever again.” he stated. “ Now will you be good and eat or do you wish for me to treat you like a child?” hua cheng asked you to look into your eyes.  You felt exposed, unable to deny him afraid that he would hurt like he once did so you nodded. Hua Cheng smiled when you took the chopsticks from his hand,but just as you were about to put the rice-ball in your mouth xie lian took the chopstick from you and put the rice in his mouth. which left you and hua cheng surprised and then he lent down and connected your lips to his as you felt something entering your mouthing. you gagged when you realized he slipped the rice from his mouth to yours and as you were about to spit it back you heard a “swallow it” from hua cheng and so out of fear you did. Both men chuckled at your obedience.seems like you won’t be saying no any time soon.

#heaven official's blessing #xie lian #hua cheng #hualian #yandere hua cheng x reader #soft yandere xie lian x reader #yandere heaven official's blessing x reader

[barcalover86]

A fic about Pedri who’s girlfriend works in corporate finance and has insecurities about herself when she hears from one of his exes about his playboy lifestyle before he met her

Pedri One Shot

Insecure- P.G. x Reader

Hola a todos, so happy for my first request!❤️ Hope you like it!!

Be free to send me requests, I will answer you all!!!

I've been with Pedri for 7 months. He is my first boyfriend. I trust him more than anyone, I gave myself to him. Since the beginning, I knew that he had a few relationships, but he always says that I am his first love.

I am no one special, just a 20 year old girl who works as a corporate finance. I've been doing this job for some time, my family not being as rich as they would like to. All the time, I tried to help them with some money, and now me dating pedri helped their situation a lot.

People know about our relationship, but they don't see as often together. We try to be as private as possible so that we can enjoy each other truly.

We have pretty busy schedules and only see each other after 7 p.m. (19:00). I work a lot and enjoy what I do, but being so far away from my boyfriend isn't the best thing.

When we see each other at home, he is really tired and wants to sleep. We started to talk so little, only hellos and how was your day, and that's all. I try not to let these bad feelings affect me, but every day, it's starting to be harder and harder.

I miss my boyfriend a lot, but try to understand him. After all, he is a famous football player for Barcelona. Not everyone can achieve that.

This morning, I woke up early having a bad feeling about this day. Pedri has training at 12 p.m. today (12:00), so at this hour, he is still sleeping peacefully next to me, his hand being around my waist. I smile at his beautiful face, kissing slowly his forehead.

I am so in love with him and can't believe how lucky I got having a boyfriend like him.

I get out of bed and get ready to leave for work. After I ate some eggs, I went once again to kiss Pedri's face, who was still sleeping, probably dreaming.

When I arrived at the building, I said hello to everyone I knew and went to my office. I had a lot to do today, so I didn't even realise that it was already time for lunch break. Pedri must be training now, so I hope everything goes alright for him. I decided to go to one supermarket that was near me to get some food for me to eat and a drink. When I left the building, I heard someone pronouncing my boyfriend's name. I look around to find one of his ex-girlfriends, the prettiest one, in my opinion.

"No se, chica. Cómo pudo dejarme por... ella!? Has visto cómo se ve? No puedo decir lo que le gusta de ella." (I don't know, girl. How could he leave me for her? Can't tell what she likes about her.) you heard her saying.

You start to feel really, really bad about herself.

"No te preocupes. Él la dejará pronto como lo hizo con todas las chicas. Tal vez todavía tengas una oportunidad con ella. de verdad eres la mas linda" (Don't worry. He'll leave her soon like he left all the girls. Maybe you still have a chance with him. You are really the most beautiful one), her friend told her.

I trust Pedri with all my heart, but right now, I start to overthink. Am I good enough for him? Does he still love me? These days he is very distant, but it's only because he is stressed about the next matches that are really important...right?

"Si, probablemente. Como si se fuera a dormir con chicas todo el tiempo. Todo el mundo sabe que tuvo sexo con muchas chicas solo para sus necesidades. Este hombre no tiene sentimientos, simplemente perfecto para mí. Somos exactamente iguales. Y, Dios, echo mucho de menos su lengua. Realmente es un <magician>." (Yes, probably. Like he goes to sleep with girls all the time. Everyone knows that he had sex with many girls just for his needs. This man has no feelings, just perfect for me. We are exactly the same. And, gosh, I miss his tongue so much. He really is a magician.) his ex said to her friend.

I walked away in tears. My mind was only on his ex's words. First of all, I can't believe he was with that girl, and second of all..does he cheat on me? I couldn't eat anymore, so I went back to my office with only one bottle of water. I had to stay here another 5 hours. I tried not to think about the worst and concentrate on my work, but my kind wouldn't let me.

I didn't know what to believe. I felt so heartbroken, and if pedri was seeing someone while being with me, I couldn't blame him. I wasn't a model, an influencer. I didn't know how to do a pretty makeup for me, so mostly I only wore mascara. I didn't have an athletic body like other people he slept with, and now my mind was on, "what was he thinking when he saw me naked for the first time?".

The rest of the time, I was silently crying. Didn't even finish my work, so my boss got mad at me but eventually forgave me. I really appreciated that.

When I got home (7:30 p.m/ 19:30), I was surprised to see that Pedri wasn't home. I started to panic really hard. Maybe he was with a girl? You two didn't have your moment for almost 2 weeks now, and maybe he was needy? But why wouldn't he tell you that, you could have helped him.

When your boyfriend came home was 8:46 p.m. (20:46). He never came that late without telling you. You tried to call him several times, but he didn't pick up the phone nor answered your messages. You were worried that he might have gotten into an accident, but somehow managed to calm yourself down when you saw him standing in front of you.

"Hol-" he wanted to say, but you interrupted him. "Dónde estabas?" (Where were you?).

He looked into your eyes and saw that you had been crying. "Amor, estas bien?" (Love, you okay?) he asked, worried. "Paso algo? Estabas llorando, mi niña?" (Something happened? Were you crying, my girl?)

He quickly went to hold you, but you stepped back. He heart ached. Did he do something wrong?

"Me repito Pedro. Dónde estabas?" (I repeat myself, Pedro. Where were you?) you asked again, now a little bit more angry.

"En el entrenamiento, mi amor. Te dije hace unos días que tengo una entrevista a las 2 p.m.(14:00) y luego mi entrenamiento empieza a las 5 p.m. (17:00)" (At training, my love. I told you a few days ago that I have an interview at 14:00 and then my training starts at 17:00)

You suddenly remembered that he told you that. You start to feel so bad that you forgot about him. You felt the tears forming but didn't want to cry. You still weren't sure that these days he hadn't seen any other girl. You were a shy girl, but you really wanted answers, so you spoke what you felt.

"Te sientes caliente?" (Do you feel needy?)

"Que?" (What?) he answered, really confused. "Qué quieres decir?" (What do you mean?)

"Te hago sentir satisfecho? Si estuvieras caliente, ¿vendrías a mí? Me lo dirías? Soy lo suficientemente bueno para ti? Soy al menos la mitad de sus estándares? Todavía me amas? Me amaste alguna vez? Si quieres tener sexo con alguna chica, dímelo. Nos separamos y luego-" (Do I make you feel satisfied? If you were horny, would you come to me? would you tell me? Am I good enough for you? Am I at least half your standards? Do you still love me? Did you ever love me? If you want to have sex with a girl, tell me. We break up and then-) you started but he interrupted you.

"No no no no. No te atrevas a decir algo así! No te atrevas a pensar tan bajo de ti mismo!! Eres mi primer amor, y me duele muchísimo cuando te escucho hablar de eso. No quiero a ninguna otra chica excepto a ti, mi amor. Te quiero a ti y solo a ti. Por supuesto que estoy necesitado de ti. Quiero cada minuto para estar contigo. Me haces sentir tan bien en la cama y nuestro amor es el más fuerte." (No no no no. Don't you dare say something like that! Don't you dare think so low of yourself!! You are my first love, and it hurts so much when I hear you talk about yourself like that. I don't want any other girl except you, my love. I love you and only you. Of course, I am needy towards you. I want every minute to be with you. You make me feel so good in bed, and our love is the strongest.)

In that moment, you started to cry. He hugged you, and when you were ready, you told him everything. He listened carefully, making sure to leave kissing all around your body.

"Déjame mostrarte lo bien que me haces sentir. Déjame mostrarte lo hermosa que eres, mi dulce vida." (Let me show you how good you make me feel. Let me show you how beautiful you are, my sweet life.) he told you and carried you to your room where you spend the night together.

I hope you like it. Let me know your opinion on this.🙌

Have a great day, people!

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[lazybutsmexy]

Happy Valentines day! I saw your blurbs post and since I really like Al rn, what about an Alejandro and fem reader? Thank you😚😚💐💐

I get you nonnie, Alejandro is sooo dreamy 🥺😩♥️ uuuh I think it got a bit longer than intended, but whatever, he deserves it 🥰

Warnings: Alejandro is a bit sad in the beginning, but it's all fluff in the end ♥️

Alejandro shut the door to his home behind him, and let out a tired sigh as he toed off his boots.

The day had lasted forever, and he had been unable to spare even a minute to escape from his post at a more decent hour. He had to be in so many interrogations, and had grown more irritable the longer they went on.

It was now past midnight, he confirmed with a wry glance to his wristwatch. Valentine's Day had come and gone, and he was now mentally ready to grovel at her feet for forgiveness.

His wife deserved so much better than spending Valentine's Day without her husband there to spoil her rotten, like she deserved.

A soft music interrupted his train of thought with a screech, and he stepped into the living room, where the candlelight illuminated a lavishly set table I'm the middle of the room.

"Bienvenido a casa, Señor Vargas,(1)" his wife cooed, and he followed her voice until he finally spotted her by the staircase. His mouth hung open in shock, eating her up with his stare. She looked absolutely ravishing, the cocktail dress hugging her figure deliciously, "tienes hambre, mi amor?(2)"

Alejandro had to shake himself out of his stupor, and force himself to pull his thoughts in order, before he decidedly stepped up to her, an apology ready in his lips.

"Mi vida, cielito mío, lo siento tanto, yo-(3)" he was interrupted by soft, creamy lips sealing his own chapped ones shut, and Alejandro let out a groan. He never liked to be interrupted, but would never mind it if it was done like this, by her - only by her.

His hands found her waist and pulled her closer, hoping to pour every possible apology into every move of his lips. She pulled away, however, and chuckled softly when he pursued her. Her hands cupped his cheeks with a tenderness he was still getting used to after so many years in the army, and her eyes searched his in the dim light, shining like jewels.

"I know, mi amor, and I understand," she hummed softly, stroking his stubble and placing a soft kiss on his chin, "that's why I prepared this, and waited for you," she pulled his face lower, her lips leaving butterfly kisses on his cheeks, his nose, his lips again, "siempre que vuelvas a mí, esperaré toda la vida si es necesario.(4)"

Alejandro pressed his forehead against his beloved, and pulled her flush against him. His heart drummed loudly against his ribcage, and he felt himself falling in love with her all over again. "Ni el Diablo podría evitar que vuelva a tus brazos,(5)" he promised, pulling her back in a deep kiss.

She smiled into his lips, knowing he meant every letter, every word. He was her Alejandro, after all.

Translations:

Welcome home, Mister Vargas

Are you hungry, my love?

My love, my little sky, I'm so sorry, I-

As long as you come back to me, I will wait all my life if it's necessary

Not even the Devil would be able to prevent me from coming back to your arms.

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[bellabeth]

MY FAVORITE FOOD

Bertie siempre se había considerado afortunado. Era padre de dos niñas hermosas y talentosas. Llegó a ser Rey, aunque nunca lo quiso, pero no fue tan malo como parecía. Estaba casado con una de las mujeres más bellas de toda Gran Bretaña y estaba muy enamorado de ella. Desde el momento en que vio a Elizabeth Bowes-lyon, se había enamorado absolutamente, estaba seguro de que ella podía ser luchadora y de alguna manera hacer que un tigre dientes de sable pareciera un gatito inocente, pero no la aceptaría de otra manera.

So the reason that Elizabeth was laying naked and sweaty on the bed, tired and almost unconscious with a heavily panting and sweaty Bertie on her side was one that had truly and utterly surprised him.

He had come back home After some visits to the outskirts of the city, he sat at the table where a wonderful meal had been prepared for him. He dug in and savoured every bit of flavour as he looked around looking for his wife, He found her looking at one of the large windows, She looked amazing from there.

Her back faced him and Bertie was faced with the desirable view of her backside beneath her dress. He checked his watch and saw that it would be a couple of hours before Margo and Lilibeth would arrive home. He stood up and made his way to his wife

“Pumpkin,” he called, his pet name for her had always embarrassed her so she preferred it when he only called her that in private. He embraced his wife from behind by wrapping his arms around her middle, She pain him no mind simply continued looking out the window. “Why don’t you sit down to eat?”

“I’m not hungry, Bertie,” she said stiffly. Something was definitely wrong, years of marriage and dealing with mood swings and anger fits told him that.

“Well, did you eat anything before I came home?” asked Bertie. Lizzie stayed quiet for some moments taking a deep breath

“I’m on a diet,” she said. A diet? When in the world had she come up with that barmy idea. Lizzie took Bertie’s silence as a silent question as she explained her reasoning. “Honestly Bertie, it’s just a meal. I mean according to Violet Evans a woman could lose a couple of pounds if she… Well, it’s not that big of a deal Bertie.”

Bertie simply looked at her from the side. Then he turned around and saw the new number of Violet Evans, and if glares could kill that magazine would be burning hotter than anything. It was usual for Bertie to witness this sort of insecurity in Lizzie, even in their younger days she had always doubted her own attractiveness, which was barmy really, when she was young she had been a beauty for absolutely everyone . Plump in all the right places with the right amount of flesh in her hips.

Remember your private moments at Glamis Castle

The first time she had ever touched his cock it had absolutely been fantastic. They had been snogging and Lizzie’s hand had drifted downwards until she was groping the front of his trousers, she lowered his zipper and started to stroke his cock. It was clear that it had been her first time, as she didn’t grip him with the right amount of pressure or stroked him at a correct pace, yet she managed to get an orgasm from him in less than five minutes.

And there are also her tits. He didn’t like to think he was a vulgar or perverted man,But every time I saw her with a neckline ohhh he would have to excuse himself to the bathroom as he imagined himself fucking her sweet breasts as they bounced. And the first time he had actually done it he hadn’t even lasted more than ten minutes, they were magical really.

So yes, the years had done what the years do and aged them. Lizzie had gained a bit of weight, but the weight always went to the right places. Even in their recent years their sex life had never deterred from their physical changes, Windsor men simply weren’t like that. Bertie’s father loved his mother and despite the fact that in her later years she had gotten wrinkly. Edward had always felt entrapped with every girl that would eventually break his heart no matter her appearance. Even George who was absolutely in love with who was his best friend and now wife.

So he had never had any problems with Lizzie’s appearance changing over the years, in fact he had only grown more attached to his wife. As such he felt quite offended when anyone insulted any member of his family including Lizzie by calling her foul names that made his blood boil. And when Lizzie believed it, it made his heart break.

“Pumpkin,” he almost whined. “You don’t need a diet. You’re beautiful the way you are.”

“Yes,” she said, but she didn’t sound confident at all. “But losing a few pounds never hurt anyone.”

“It’ll hurt me,” he said, and Lizzie stood still. “It’ll hurt me to know that my wife is making herself less of what she truly is.”

“A cow? cookie??” she scoffed, her voice sad and strained

“No,” he added immediately. “The most beautiful women in England.”

Lizzie turned around, there were tears running down her face, she wrapped her arms around Bertie’s neck and he had to bend down and strain his neck because of their height difference. He let her cry on his shoulder for a while before he handed her a handkerchief. She wiped her tears and cleaned her snot.

“I-I’m sorry, B-Bertie,” she said while she hiccuped. “I just- i-it’s difficult. Whenever I turn around and look at a new poster all I see is another advertisement telling people that women that look like me are undesirable.”

“Oh, but my beloved you are the opposite.”

“I know,” she said adamantly. “But it’s getting hard to ignore them. And you don’t have to worry, you’ve always been the more handsome of the two,” he laughed out loud.

“As if,” said Bertie. “I’ve gained weight just like you.”

“Yes, but yours isn’t even that noticeable,” she said with almost mock disdain. And she was a bit right, he had been in good shape, the weight that he gained normally went to his middle creating a less than adequate belly. If he wore the right clothes it was basically imperceptible and people would think that he was just a tall man with a bit of muscle.

“I’ve lost hair,” he said.

She burst out laughing

"that's not true darling"

Berrie looked at his wife’s cheerful expression and decided to use another method, to make her laugh. “No, seriously Lizzie. I'm losing it"

“Bertie- ha ha ha- please- ha ha ha,” she said in between laughter. After some time she wiped the remaining tears from her face and smiled up at her husband. Bertie kissed the places where her cheeks had gotten wet from her tears. Her expression changed to a more smitten one.

“I love you,” she said simply.

“I love you too, Pumpkin,” and their lips attached in a soft kiss. Bertie could feel her big and soft breasts touching his body, making his cock jump inside his pants. Bertie knew that Lizzie could feel it and he grinded his hips against her making her moan against his mouth.

“Sometimes I forget just how much you like my body, Bertie,” she said and her hand drifted downwards snaking its way inside his underwear where she fondled his balls and stroked his cock.

“You’re a barmy for thinking I would ever stop,” he went to kneel on the ground, ready to devour her, but Lizzie stopped him. He looked at her with an arched eyebrow clearly confused, she loved it when he licked her down there and he was more than happy to do it. Her hand left the inside of his trousers and instead started to tease him from the outside, she stroked his member making him hiss and moan under her touch.

She kissed his neck as he exposed it with his head thrown back. She licked and bit trying to leave marks that he could easily hide under a sweater, she began to kiss all of him following an invisible trail downwards as his eyes darkened realizing what she was going to do.

“Lizzie,” he said panting. “You don’t have to–”

"You asked me if I had eaten, Bertie,” said Lizzie, her mouth breathing against the tent in his pants. She kissed it through the cloth making Bertie watch one of the most arousing things ever. She was the more prude of the two, always trying to make him feel playfully ashamed whenever he tried to be more than the appropriate amount of flirty with her. So seeing Lizzie down on her knees as she teased his cock through his clothes with her mouth almost made him go cross-eyed.

She lowered his trousers revealing the sight of his rigid and hard cock. The head of his cock leaked pre-cum, and as a drop drooled from his slit Molly caught it with her tongue wetting her lips in his arousal.

She pulled the bottom of her dress over her head leaving her in her bra and nothing else. I had stopped wearing underwear at home a little request from Bertie that she used to spoil him with very naughty things. She lowered the cups of her bra revealing her massive jugs. One of his favorite parts about her physique, how she could ever think she wasn’t basically the embodiment of Aphrodite, was beyond him.

She licked the head of his cock, teasing him with the image of her tongue leaving a bridge of spit connecting her tongue and his cock.

She began to suck on his cock while her tongue swirled around the head of his manhood. It felt unbelievably good and Bertie had to remind himself that he hadn’t died and gone to heaven.

She managed to take him all the way to the base, which according to Bertie’s hook-ups before dating Lizzie was impossible, her nose burying in his curls. He couldn’t resist it as his hand went to grab her hair and his hips began to move on their own, it was like a spell, she had him bewitched and under her complete control at this point.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled her to her feet and locked his lips with hers. She mewled against his lips as he grabbed her ass roughly.

He turned her around and took her bra completely off, revealing her massive tits. He grabbed them roughly and pinched her nipples making her shriek in pleasure. She shook her body making him see them bouncing from side to side.

“Biggest tits,” he said as he huskily whispered against her earshell sending shivers down her spine. He licked and sucked on her earlobe making her moan. “You know how many blokes were dying to fuck these?”

A lot,” she moaned

“Everyone,” he said. “There wasn’t a single bloke that wouldn’t have killed to get their hands on these massive jugs of yours. They’d all wanted to kiss them, grab them.”

“Oh Bertie,” she moaned, thrusting her naked arse against his hard cock. Bertie quickly got rid of his shirt and robes and began to massage her tits. He made sure to use the right amount of pressure, he pinched her nipples making her support herself by wrapping her hands around his neck from behind her. He liked doing this, teasing her until she was almost begging for him.

"And I’m the only that gets to do it, aren’t I Lizzie?” he pinched her nipples a bit harder making her squirm around him.

"Bertie, please,” she pleaded.

“What love?” he asked before his mouth started to suckle on her earlobe.

“I want you.”

“You’ll have to be more specific, Pumpkin,” he whispered huskily.

"I want you to fuck me, Bertie,” she said desperately. “Now sit on that sofa and wait for me!”

Bertie was not surprised at all, by Lizzie’s sudden change in demeanor. Whenever she needed it she might as well had become a veela in heat. He obeyed her order and sat down on the sopha, his cock standing tall, proud, and spewing pre-cum. She kneeled down stroking his thighs when her hand began fondling his balls. Bertie moaned in pleasure, his head thrown back.

She wrapped her thick tits around his cock and began pumping up and down.

"You like fucking my tits, Bertie Bear?” Oh and now she was using her pet name for him. How was he supposed to not cum when she was being so sexy?

"I love fucking them, Pumpkin,” he said as her pace began to speed up. “I remember when I first got you pregnant with Lilibeth. Your breasts had gotten so big and plump there wasn’t a single day they weren’t in my mouth.”

Her pumping began to speed up as Bertie felt his climax approaching. His cock throbbed between Lizzie’s pale mounds.

"Fuck, Lizzie,” he moaned. “Fuck! I’m going to cum! I’m cumming!”

"At that moment Lizzie Bertie’s cock and began jerking it at a fast pace in front of her mouth, his dick erupted and a spurt of cum flew to Lizzie’s mouth.

She swirled her tongue around in her mouth before she swallowed Bertie's seed and proceeded to show off her clean tongue. Bertie picked her up and started to climb up the stairs entering the closest room, Margo.

He threw Lizzie onto the bed and began to lavish her body with kisses. He sucked on her nipples hard enough to leave love bites on them. He dipped his tongue inside her navel and lowered himself until he was in front of her pussy. He gave her mound a dew licks making her moan under his mouth.

"Oh Bertie!”

“Yes, Lizzie?” asked Bertie innocently.

“Please, fuck me,” her pleading tone made Bertie get on his knees on the bed. He fisted his rock-hard cock and began to pump himself with his hand as he admired the beautiful view of his naked wife laying in front of him, needy, randy and soon full of his cock.

He put his cock at her entrance, teasing her clit with his gland, before he pushed in the head of his cock. He stayed put enjoying the feeling of her heat and warmth surrounding the head of his cock.

“Bertie,” she whined in a way that reminded him of when they were teenagers. “Please. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Bertie fully thrusted into Lizzie’s pussy, jamming his cock all the way to her womb. Lizzie moaned and her eyes seemed to bulge, but Bertie didn’t give her time to relax as he pulled his cock out, leaving only the head before thrusting in again.

He repeated the process fucking his wife to his content. Her breasts jiggled and Bertie couldn’t help it as he groped both of her massive jugs with his hand.

“You like that, Lizzie?” he said with a husky tone. “You like my cock fucking you?”

"Fuck, Bertie,” moaned Lizzie. “Keep fucking me, please. Don’t stop.”

“I’m not planning to, Lizzie. In fact, I’m planning to cum inside your cunt. Can you imagine? Filling you with my seed just for you to get knocked up again? Your body always got so fucking sexy when you got pregnant.

“Bertie,” she moaned as a blush settled on her cheeks. His words were clearly having an effect on her.

“Oh yes, Lizzie. I’m going to fill your womb with all of my cum, I’ll paint your insides white with how much cum I’ve got for you. Fuck! You’re so fucking sexy! How did I get so lucky with such a sexy bloody wife!”

His pumps became harder, deeper and faster. Lizzie was sure that Bertie was bruising her cervix as his dick kept pounding against her womb. She sensed her climax approaching and began to rub her clit as Bertie’s pace sped up.

His cock throbbed inside her, and Lizzie felt the knot in her stomach unravel making her orgasm. She practically screamed as Bertie continued to pound into her even after she had just come undone. He was relentless, it seemed as if he had been possessed by someone else.

She just laid limp as she let him continue to use her body for his pleasure. The way his face scrunched up as the lust overcame him, nearly made her cum again. Bertie didn’t stop for a second not letting Lizzie rest as his cock went in and out of her, with Bertie pulling out just before the head of his cock left her cunt before diving inside again.

He hit her g-spot again and again until finally.

“OH FUCK, BERTIE!” Lizzie screamed as another orgasm racked her body, making her slightly convulse around Bertie. She panted tiredly as Bertie stilled, she wondered if perhaps he was ready to cum, when suddenly he picked her up as if she weighed nothing, making her blush, before she turned her around and laid her on her stomach.

He took his cock and rammed it inside her again, and began to pull in and out more forcefully than fast.

“My sweet Pumpkin,” said Bertie in an equally husky and sweet tone. “How could you ever think of yourself as unattractive?”

Lizzie just moaned as Bertie bent down and lightly bit her earlobe before licking up her sweaty neck from behind.

“With your beautiful hair,” he said and kissed the top of her head. “Your giant breasts,” he held onto them like an infant. “Your big fat arse!”

“Bertie!” She tried admonishing, but it came out as a moan.

“Don’t even try me, Lizzie,” he said as his hands pinched her nipples. “You’ll never know how many times I ogled your arse. How many times I wanked myself to sleep thinking about sinking my face into these magnificent globes of yours.

He grabbed both of her arse cheeks and began to pump himself in and out.

His fat cock began to throb and Lizzie knew that Bertie was close, her husband began to touch her clit as his hand snaked beneath her body and she writhed on the bed as he pounded himself powerfully inside her cunt.

Bertie suddenly picked her up and began fucking her with a furious energy as he filled Lizzie with the enitrey of his cock.

Just for him to pump his seed inside of her moments later, before pulling out. He still held her, and Lizzie was glad for that. She didn’t know how long it would be before she could use her legs. His seed escaped the confines of her pussy and dropped onto his cock, before slipping off, as a result of their combined fluids.

Bertie let her down on to the bed as she laid limply on top of the soft cotton covers, completely exhausted she fell asleep contented and with her heart full of love for her husband.

Margo and Lilibeth arrived and saw his parents being their usual lovey-dovey selves. His father was snuggling close to his mother as he seemed to whisper things in her ear while his mother was trying to go to the living room, but failed as she continued to giggle. They tried to sneak away to avoid the embarrassment, But their father caught them

“Oh,” he said, stopping his cuddling, his mother I look at them and she tried shaking off his dad, now with a red face. “Hi Girls! How did it go?”

“It was good,” said Lilibeth. “Met a nice girl, I think we will be good friends .”

“That’s good my pride,” said his dad. “Sit down, Your mother will tell them to prepare dinner right now.

“Why?” Said Margo. “I mean don’t get me wrong Mum, I can wait, but you usually have dinner ready by the time I come home.”

“Well,” said his dad, looking a bit flushed at his mum. “Your mother and I had a nice meal before they arrived. Didn’t we Lizzie?”

"Hmmm,” she hummed in agreement, her face reddening even further. “My favourite.”

Margo looked at his parents strangely, before shrugging his shoulders and sitting down on the table missing as his father groped his mother’s backside.

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(Of course he didn't see his father do that)

KAHAJAJAJ That's all I guess, goodbye

#king george vi #fanfic #queen mother #couple #sexy content

[newhectorroso49]

After the episode with my aunt in her room, she was in a bad mood for several days, and she tried not to agree with me, she didn't look me in the eyes; This confused me, I didn't know how to act, I got close to her a couple of times trying to touch her, but she walked away, being in the kitchen I stood behind her and placed a hand on her waist asking her what she had to eat, and giving me a She slapped my hand and answered me angrily — there's going to be food — and I left. The next morning, as I had been dreaming about her all night, I woke up very hot, I went to the door of her room, I opened it quietly and I could see her in her panties, I opened my pants and took it off, it was huge, the I grabbed it with my hand and shook it at me, she turned around and when she saw me she ran out to close the door while she said to me in a low voice: — Are you crazy, Hector? Please be still and put that away - but I noticed that she was not very convinced, as I placed my foot in the door frame I couldn't close it, leaving a gap where I put it, she remained silent, I'm sure he was looking at her eagerly. , I shook it a little, moving it up and down, inviting it to pick it up, and that's what he did, he grabbed it while opening the door and told me, "Come in and close the door, you naughty guy." He bent down, tied his hair up with a rubber band, and Fucking her, he pushed me against the door, his mouth felt extremely hot and wet, it was very fast, I couldn't take it anymore, but he swallowed it all, got up, and giving her a loving pat on my cheek he told me - you're crazy, we have to have Be very careful—he opened the door after I was buttoned up and didn't give a pinch on the ass on the way out. She was very smiling all day, and she showered me with attention while she smiled at me...

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Despues del episodio con mi tia en su habitación, estuvo varios dias de mal humor, y trataba de no coincidir conmigo, no me miraba a los ojos; esto me confundio, no sabia bien como actuar, me arrime un par de veces a ella tratando de rozarme, pero se alejaba, estando en la cocina me puse tras ella y le coloque una mano en la cintura preguntandole que habia de comer, y dandome una palmada en la mano me contesto enojada — comida que va a haber — y me retire. A la mañana siguiente como habia estado toda la noche soñando con ella me levante muy caliente, me fui hasta la puerta de su habitación, la abri sigilosamente y la pude ver en braguitas, me abri el pantalón y me la saque, estaba enorme, la cogi con la mano y me la agite, ella se dio la vuelta y al verme salio corriendo a cerrar la puera mientras me decia en voz baja: — estas loco Héctor?? estate quieto y guardate eso por favor— pero la note que no estaba muy convencida; como coloque un pie en el marco de la puerta no puedo cerra, quedando un hueco por donde la meti, se quedó en silencio, seguro que la estaba mirando deseosa, la agite un poco moviendola arriba y abajo invitándola a que la cogiera, y eso hizo, la agarro a la vez que abria la puerta y me decia — Pasa y cierra la puerta travieso— se agacho, se recogio el pelo con una goma y coguendola me enpujo contra la puerta, sentia su boca estremadamente caliente y humeda, fue muy rapido, no pude aguantar más, pero se lo trago todo, se levanto, y dándole una torta cariñosa en mi mejilla me dijo — estás loco, tenemos que tener mucho cuidado— abrio la puerta despues de que yo me abrochara y no dio un pellizco en el culo al salir. Estuvo muy risueña todo el dia, y me colmo de atenciones mientras me sonria...

[stillxnunpxidintern]

James 'Bucky' Barnes x Reader Imagine - Knocked Down

You were just getting home after a long day at work, and also having stopped on the way home to get some shopping, as your fridge was looking a little bare at the moment.

So as you were about to open the door to your apartment, you could hear a commotion but wasn't paying attention as you just wanted to get inside and relax, but the universe had another idea, as you were tackled to the ground, with your food now over the floor.

Opening your eyes you stared in to in a pair of blue eyes and face, that you knew too well by now.

While laying on the ground you said 'when I said wanted to be swept off my feet this wasn't what I meant' to what ever deity was listening, before saying with a groan 'Oi Barnes do you want to get off me now, you're heavy' as he wasn't getting off you and kind of crushing you a little

Once you said that, he was off you and holding his hand out to you, which you happily took, as he pull you to your feet and apologised, as you looked at the your on the food.

You heard someone, it sounded a lot like Barton, call Barnes name and you shooed him away, told him to go and save the city, and then watched he left, calling out to Barton for his location.

When all the fallen food had been picked up, you entered the apartment and was greeted by your black cat, rubbing herself around your legs. The other cat that was your partner seemed to be napping somewhere, so left them be for the moment.

Entering the kitchen, you began to put away the food away you have brought, and then started to make a proper list of food and other household items that was need.

Putting the Tv on, you turned it to the news channel, listening to the updates about the Avengers current battle. You did wince when you heard Stark was getting thrown around like ragdoll, he was gonna be feeling that tomorrow.

After getting changed out of your work clothes and into loungewear, you grabbed yourself a can of soda from on the fridge as you sat down on the couch, watching the news trying to spot all the Avengers.

You started working on dinner, just a simple dinner of pasta with chicken and some vegetables, in the pot with some sauce that you added some chill to just give it a little kick.

Once dinner was cooked, you poured yourself a glass of wine, then went back to the couch with your drink and dinner. Upon seeing that the battle had finished, you changed the channel to some nature documentary.

It was about hour and half later when you heard the front door unlock and heard your partner called out to you. As soon as they spoke, a white flash was suddenly came spiriting out.

Standing from the couch and making your way into the kitchen, telling them that pasta was dinner tonight, as you turned the stove on, and mentioned that there was beer in the fridge, they wanted one.

While at the stove, focusing on the pasta, you were unware of the impending doom until it was too late, when a cold metal palm was placed on your nice and toasty warm back, making you jump and cry out, at the sudden change in the temperature.

You jumped away and turned to glare, with your finger pointing at at them, before telling them off by saying 'Just cause you saved the city, doesn't mean I won't make you sleep on the couch, Barnes'

Hearing that, made him laugh as he held his hands up in defeat as he back away, before reaching down and began stroking Alpine under her chin, and watched you from the corner of his eye, before moving into the living-room.

Grabbing a bowl from the cupboard you filled it full of the pasta and brought it out to Bucky, who was now relaxing on the couch with both cats laying on him, as they were both getting stroking behind their ears.

After handing the bowl to him, letting him eat his dinner in peace, while you were trying to stop your cat from eat stealing any of it, as her bowl was fill with food.

Once Bucky was with finished you curled into his side, to enjoying the rest of the evening together.

While watching the Tv, you asked him if he beat Barton today, or if he was down by 1 now, he just gave a little grumble and then said it was a draw, as they were still on the same number of points.

You gave a chuckle while reaching up and kissing his cheek, saying he'll beat Barton next time.

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #James Barnes x Reader #Marvel imagine #Avengers x Reader #Marvel #Mcu x reader #Avengers imagine

[jamescarioca]

meu país, sua mídia e uma cucaracha pernambucana

um cadáver podre de um escritor de novela folhetins fajutos, sujos e incultos de uma mídia porca ultrapassada pautada por postagens de subcelebridades em uma rede social prostituída a mesma mídia porca à beira da falência cujas bolas o plagista escritor não se cansa de chupar a mesma mídia porca que elege presidentes fascistas mídia imunda golpista com hype de ditadura militar estruturalmente racista

o tempo passa o saco enche e estoura e a mídia porca continua comendo milho na mesma estação o escritor senil que se dizia progressista assina um contrato para um novo folhetim com a mídia fascista e logo ele que se diz viado? que se exilou em sessenta e quatro? comendo milho na mesma estação no comedouro da mesma mídia golpista escritor pernambucano com ares lusitanos uma cucaracha brasileira em portugal

logo ele que se diz viado? sua figura é o estereótipo escarrado da mais pura homofobia eu gosto de cara de travestis eu gosto de bundas de travestis esses projetos de escritores viados gostam mesmo é de homofóbicos eu sou gay sem papas na língua e cago e ando para reputações não frequento restaurantes nem escrevo novelas essas modas cafonérrimas sou um poeta heterosexual porque travesti pra mim é mulher

o tempo passa o saco estoura e escorre a minha porra toda desavergonhadamente nas caras e bocas de mulheres e travestis elas, todas elas gostam da minha piroca alada pra afrodite o escritor de folhetim também mas o caso em questão é que eu o odeio odeio para morte todos os homens só gosto de travestis e mulheres e o escritor é um filho da puta que copia meus trabalhos

mercenário plagiador preconceituoso escritor homofóbico de folhetim barato classista nordestino que ofende trabalhadoras domésticas igualzinho à mídia porca, sua patroa essa puta velha arrombada que elege seus representantes para governar o meu país uma mídia piranha velha que só reproduz excrementos e um escritor puto velho que só escreve bosta e asneira deve ter morrido caduco e esclerosado descanse em paz

rio de janeiro, 19 de novembro de 2O23.

my country, its media and a pernambucan cucaracha

a rotting corpse of a soap opera writer fake, dirty and uncultured novels from an outdated pig media guided by posts from sub-celebrities on a prostituted social network the same pig media on the verge of bankruptcy whose balls the plagist writer dont get tired of sucking the same pig media who elects fascist presidents filthy golpist media with military dictatorship hype structurally racist

time passes the bag fills and bursts and the pig media continues eating corn in the same season the senile writer who called himself progressist signs a contract for a new novel with the fascist media of all people, he who calls himself a fagot? who went to exile in sixty-four? eating corn in the same season in the cow feeder of the same golpist media pernambucan writer with lusitan airs a brazilian cucaracha in portugal

so he calls himself a fagot? his figure is a blatant stereotype of the purest homophobia i like transvestite faces i like transvestite butts these projects of fagot writers they really like homophobes im openly gay and i shit and walk to reputations i dont go to restaurants i neither write novels these tacky fashions im a heterosexual poet because transvestite is woman to me

time passes the bag bursts and flows all my cum shamelessly in the faces and mouths of women and transvestites they, all of them like my winged cock to aphrodite the writer of novels too but the case in question is that i hate him i hate all men to death i only like transvestites and women and the writer is a son of a bitch who copies my work

prejudiced mercenary plagiarist homophobic writer of cheap novel northeastern classist that offends domestic workers just like the pig media, his mistress this broken-in old bitch that elects its representatives to rule my country an old whore media that only reproduces excrement and an old bum writer who only writes shit and nonsense must have died caducous and sclerosed rest in peace

rio de janeiro, 19th november 2O23.

#poesia #poetry

[safic4-m]

🚬🦁Are you going to finish me?

Pairing: Sally McKenna x Fem Lector

Author’s Note: Request made byPerraPeroNoLaTuyawho requested romance, smut and count #29 on the smut list.

Word count: 1441

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

The place was a mess, papers everywhere, instruments on the floor and empty pizza boxes. The last few weeks Sally had spent a lot of time in her music booth and only went out to eat; today your girlfriend had gone out to get a new microphone and you decided to take the opportunity to clean up her work place, it had taken several hours but finally the place was clean.

You took the small trash can to empty it, but it was so much that a ball of paper fell out, you got curious and read its contents.

Ella es una dama, y ​​yo soy solo una línea sin gancho

She’s a lady, and I am just a line without a hook

T/n, soy un desastre cuando estoy sin ti

Y/n, I am a wreck when I’m without you

Te necesito aquí para quedarme

I need you here to stay

Me rompí todos los huesos ese día que te encontré

I broke all my bones that day I found you

Un corazón roto es todo lo que queda

A broken heart is all that’s left

Todavía estoy arreglando todas las grietas

I’m still fixing all the cracks

Dime lindas mentiras

Tell me pretty lies

Mírame a la cara

Look me in the face

Dime que me amas

Tell me that you love me

Incluso si es falso

Even if it’s fake

Pero tal vez eres demasiado bueno para mí T/n

But maybe you’re too good for me Y/n

You check the rest of the papers and the rest of the songs are the same, saying that you are too much, that she doesn’t deserve you and about why you are with her. Your girlfriend had never been good at expressing how she felt, so music was her method of release.

The last few weeks Sally had been distancing herself a lot and now you knew why, you had tried to talk to her before but always avoided the subject and ended up fighting. Your alarm goes off, reminding you that you have to go to work.

If you could you would stay to work things out with Sally, but this was a scheduled surgery and you couldn’t miss it.

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The sun’s rays come through the window illuminating the whole room, the blonde moves on the bed and buries her face in your pillow, your scent was impregnated in her, she had missed you so much during the night. She decides to stay in bed a while longer, but her plans are ruined when she hears the bedroom door open.

She quickly gets up and finds you holding a tray of food.

-Good morning sweetheart,- you greet, falling in love with his newly risen self.

-Morning,- he replies, settling into bed.

You place the tray on her legs and see her inspecting her breakfast, which consists of waffles with bacon (strange combination but very good), freshly ground coffee, a bowl of strawberries and toast.

-What’s all this?- she asks, popping a strawberry into her mouth.

-How did you sleep?,- you ask, ignoring her question.

-I missed you,- she answers pouting.

-Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to take so long but some things got complicated,- leaving a kiss on her forehead.

You both share breakfast in bed, as you move the sentences Sally finds a piece of paper, you pretend you didn’t see anything and wait for her to read it.

-Are you going to finish me?- she asks crumpling the paper you read the day before.

-Of course not,- you hasten to say, knowing that she tends to overthink things.

-So?- looking at you with teary eyes.

-I don’t know,- quickly regretting your words, -every time I tried to talk to you to find out what was going on we ended up fighting… and I don’t want that..

-Where did you find him?

-When I was cleaning your cabin…I had to read your garbage to know what was going on,- you say carefully, not wanting to scare her.

You wipe away the falling tears and pull her in for a hug.

-You can talk to me when you have these thoughts,- she says, rubbing her back.

-But it’s true… I don’t deserve you, I’m a fucking addict who doesn’t….

-Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, Mackenna.

-You’re a doctor, you save lives, and I’m just a mistake.

-Then you’re my mistake, yes, I saved lives, but you saved mine.

-What do you mean?

-The first time I saw you you were singing in a bar and I was determined to end my life, but listening to you singing…it was like you were talking to me,- remembering that dark moment of your life, -so when I saw you when I was completely sober I knew that my heart was already yours

-I didn’t know,- she says hugging you tightly.

-It’s because I didn’t want our story to start that way- she lets out some tears -I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you Sally- pulling you away from her to stand next to the bed.

-Yes I will marry you,- throwing herself on top of you.

Luckily for her your body cushioned her fall and you were the one who received the full blow, you place the ring on her ring finger and kiss her passionately.

-I love you with every fiber of my being Mackenna.

-It’s Y/L/N,- she says with a wide smile.

*****

Las Vegas hadn’t been a bad idea, Sally said she wanted to get married there, so they went to one of those chapels and got married. They spent the day gambling in the casino and left before they realized I was counting cards. You had gone out to buy a pack of cigars, but the image Sally greeted you with made your mouth go dry.

She lay on the bed with her eyes closed and her right hand rubbing slow circles between her legs, you ran your gaze down her body, her pale legs to her hips that squirmed in place, her heaving breasts and her parted lips.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, followed quickly by your name.

-I’m here baby

The blonde’s eyes snapped open, instinct taking over and she sat up in bed as she pulled the sheet to cover herself.

-Don’t hide from me, I want to see you,- you say in a husky voice.

Hearing you Sally can’t help but clench her thighs, as you looked at her with a hungry look in your eyes, you approach her leaving the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand before sitting next to her.

-Go on with what you were doing.

But Sally didn’t move, you took her hand gently and slowly guided it down between her legs, giving her time to pull away. Her breath caught as your fingers found her clit and you moved so you could leave kisses on her neck, while she was pleasuring herself.

-I love you- sucking on the skin of her neck.

The blonde let out a moan in response, moving your hand to caress her legs, as her hand gained speed and her hips sank into the bed. You whisper words of love as you mark her neck, watching as her movements went from circular motions, to pumping up and down.

-Keep it up, you’re doing great,- running your nails up and down her leg.

A moan escaped Sally’s lips and it didn’t take long for her body to tense as her breathing and moaning became faster and louder. her hips contracted, guiding your hand in and out, slowly, to drag her pleasure.

You felt her body relax as you settled in beside her, wrapping her in your arms, after a few seconds she lazily shifted in your arms to look up at you, dark, loving eyes meeting yours.

-Hello

I kiss you, as you squeeze her to pull her closer to you,

When you broke the kiss, you took her hand she had used to bring it to your mouth, you held her gaze as you closed your mouth around her fingers, humming for her taste, you watched as the black of her eyes turned a little darker. When you were done, she kissed you, a little more forcefully and greedily, sliding her tongue inside your mouth, to prove herself.

-That was quite a show you greeted me with- you tease, playing with her hair.

-Just for my wife…plus I was feeling needy,- as a casual remark.

-You’re always needy,- brushing your nose against hers.

Sally was frowning at you but it looked more like she was pouting, but you were able to laugh at her.

-I love you Sally,- you smiled kissing her again.

-And I love you

#american horror story #ahs #ahs hotel #hotel #sally mckenna #hypodermic sally #sally #sally mckenna x reader #sally x reader #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

[thesims4-adventure]

Not So Berry Legacy Challenge

Generation  Two: Rose

EP. 21

With the little inheritance money, I was at least able to make a separate room for Cody.

Com o pouco dinheiro da herança, consegui pelo menos fazer um quarto separado para Cody.

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Apparently he loves yellow.

Pelo visto ele adora amarelo.

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There was no money left to buy a rug that could cover all the crime marks on the floor.

Não sobrou dinheiro para comprar um tapete que conseguisse cobrir toda a marca do crime no chão.

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Right after Cody left for preschool I went to get something to eat, I love having these stalls around, cooking is a waste of time.

Logo depois que Cody foi para a pré-escola eu fui comer algo, adoro ter essas barraquinhas por perto, cozinhar é uma perda de tempo.

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Is she seriously going to start making noise?

É serio que ela vai começar a fazer barulho?

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As today, Tuesday, I was off duty and it was very hot, I thought going to the park would be the best option.

Como hoje, terça-feira, eu estava de folga e estava muito calor, achei que ir ao parque seria a melhor opção.

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Chanty agreed to go with me, apparently he was off duty too, but I don't know what his job is. Actually, now that I've started to think about it...

Chanty aceitou ir comigo, pelo visto também estava de folga, mas não sei qual o trabalho dele. Na verdade, agora que eu comecei a pensar sobre isso...

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Is that the ugly one who rejected me? What does he want now?

É aquele feioso que me rejeitou? O que ele quer agora?

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I got something sooo much better today.

Eu tenho algo muuito melhor hoje.

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Here is a very beautiful place, sometimes it's hard to imagine that there is something like that in the middle of so many buildings.

Aqui é um lugar muito bonito, as vezes é difícil de imaginar que existe algo assim no meio de tantos prédios.

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I got tired of waiting to be kissed.

Cansei de esperar ser beijada.

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It was a great ride, but I had to leave.

"Sentindo uma conexão (de se sentir próximo de alguém) É ótimo passar um tempo com alguém com quem Charlotte sente uma conexão profunda"

Foi um ótimo passeio, mas eu tinha que ir embora.

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But not before having a real kiss.

Mas não sem antes ter um beijo de verdade.

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My mom had booked me into a so-called geek festival.

Minha mãe tinha marcado comigo num tal de festival geek.

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I think I'm in the right place, it's in front of the building where I live.

Acho que estou no lugar certo, é em frente ao prédio que eu moro.

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They were there, Mom, Baltazar and Bartolomeu and...

Eles estavam lá, mamãe, Baltazar e Bartolomeu e...

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There was a beautiful girl cosplaying, I needed her phone number.

Havia uma garota linda fazendo cosplay, eu precisava do telefone

dela.

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Baltazar looked like a child trying to play with all his toys at once.

Baltazar parecia uma criança tentando brincar com todos os brinquedos de uma vez.

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Speaking of kids, Cody was fresh from preschool.

Falando em criança, Cody havia chegado da pré-escola.

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He was enjoying watching my mom doing geeky stuff.

Ele estava adorando observar minha mãe fazendo coisas de nerd.

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My beloved watcher, all that's missing is my dear son becoming a nerd.

Meu amado observador, só falta meu querido filho virar um nerd.

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As it started to get cold we thought it best to go up to the apartment. I couldn't leave without my t-shirt, I have a little problem with collecting things...

Como começou a esfriar achamos melhor subir para o apartamento. Eu não podia sair dali sem minha camiseta, tenho um pequeno problema em colecionar coisas...

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Arriving at the apartment I discovered that someone else had come to visit me.

Chegando no apartamento descobri que mais alguém havia vindo me visitar.

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Crystal! How I missed her.

Crystal! Que saudade que eu estava dela.

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Baltazar and Bartolomeu seemed to have solved their problems and were getting along well.

Baltazar e Bartolomeu pareciam ter resolvido seus problemas e estavam se dando bem.

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My mother seemed to have forgotten how hard it was to be poor.

Minha mãe parecia ter esquecido como era difícil ser pobre.

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The day was going great.

O dia estava sendo ótimo.

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My mom took care of everything Cody needed for me.

Minha mãe cuidou de tudo que Cody precisava para mim.

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We stayed talking until later, until the neighbor decided that the whole building must like the same music as her.. Crystal and I have very sensitive hearing.

Nós ficamos conversando até mais tarde, até a vizinha resolver que o prédio inteiro devia gostar das mesmas músicas que ela.. Eu e Crystal temos a audição muito sensível.

━━━━━━ • ✿ • ━━━━━━ And so they all fled.

"Vizinhos Barulhentos! (de situação do vizinho no mesmo andar) Os sons estridentes do apartamento de um vizinho são suficientes para inspirar insonia e raiva.

E assim todos que tinham para onde fugir, fugiram.

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[littlemsmushroom]

22/08/23

20:57 pm

Today I went to the doctor after college. Indeed, I have sinusitis, the pain is horrible....

Today that person accompanied me to my doctor's appointment. I was so excited when I found out that he would be on the bus with me. I tried, I really tried to approach him in a more affectionate way, but I felt that it bothered him, anyway I can't be bothered, his company is enough for me. I even fell asleep when we were on our way to the Mall, because he gives me peace of mind... he helped me a lot with my mood today. I bought us something to eat and it was great. I insist, seeing him makes me happy.

On the other hand I just got discouraged because I just saw my grandmother (I live with her) and she wouldn't even look at me, nothing. We argued in the morning over an issue and now she doesn't even want to see me from what I see... That situation doesn't help my mood problems and wanting to motivate me.

I hope tomorrow will be a better day... no discomfort, no pain and no crying.

Hoy fui al doctor después de ala universidad. Efectivamente, tengo sinusitis, el dolor el horrible…

Hoy me acompañó esa persona a mi cita con el doctor. Me emocioné tanto cuando supe que se subiría conmigo en la micro. Traté, enserio traté de acercarme de forma mas cariñosa a él, pero sentí que le molestaba, de todas formas no me puedo molestar, me basta con su compañía. Hasta me quedé dormida cuando íbamos camino al Mall, porque el me da tranquilidad… me ayudó mucho con mi ánimo hoy. Nos compré algo para comer y fue genial. Insisto, verlo me hace feliz.

Por otro lado me acabo de desanimar porque acabo de ver a mi abuela (vivo con ella) y no me quiso ni mirar, nada. Discutimos en la mañana por un asunto y ahora no me quiere ni ver… Esa situación no ayuda a mis problemas anímicos y querer motivarme.

Espero que mañana sea un día mejor… sin incomodidad, sin dolor y sin llorar.

[spidernerdsblog]

Hey honey! A blurb request for MMIH can you write abt the kids fighting with eachother and it got a little serious that they stopped talking with eachother for a while and eventually made up....I mean wt r siblings if they don't fight😂.... love ur writing 💖💕

That's so true lol. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think. Also here football implies to soccer.

Match made in Hell (series)

Twin trouble

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : none

After working for an hour in the office you are finally done with scrutinizing all the documents Tom required for tomorrow's meeting. You stand up from the chair and stretch out a little bit before going to check on your twins. It's been quiet for some time in the house which only happens when they're upto some mischief.

You look around the house but they were nowhere to be found and then you remember Nathan carrying his football out to play in the lawn. So you step outside and your eyes widen with shock at the sight in front of you. A serious squabble has broken out between the two precious little terrors of yours. Nathan had a fistful of Nailah's hair in his hand while she clawed at his face. 

“Jesus! What is going on?!” you run towards them warily. None of them budged at all snarling at each other angrily. “Nathan! Nailah! Stop it, both of you.” you somehow separate them holding each of them on either side of you. 

“Nate pulled my hair.” Nailah says and tries to scratch him again.

“Leah scratched me.” Nathan retorts scowling at her. 

“Timeout you two. Go inside now.” you say sternly as they stomp their way into the house. 

You remember how they used to fight when they were little and as per your parenting books and your mother-in-law it was normal with twins as they adjusted to each other. You really thought they were past that phase but now it seems that isn't the case at all. 

You take some calming breaths and make your way back to the house to find them in the living room sitting far away from each other at the opposite ends of the couch. 

“Now may I know what on earth happened out there?” you ask with your hands on your hips.

“Nate will not let me play with the ball.” Nailah says with a sad pout.

“Nathan, why would you do that?” you look at him with disappointment.

“She never lets me play in the playhouse!” he complains.

“Because it's mine! Daddy made it for me.” Nailah bellows.  

“Leah, what did I tell about sharing?” you remind her and sit between them gently stroking their hair with your hands. “C’mon now say sorry to each other and then you can go back to playing football together.”

“NO!” both of them shout together.

“No? What do you mean no?” you frown as they slide off the couch and sprint up the stairs.

“Guys, wait! Come back!” you call out and then hear the doors of their rooms slam shut.

You pinch the bridge of your nose letting out an exasperated sigh. You thought of going to their rooms but then decided otherwise. It's better to give them some time to cool down as you hope they are soon back to being friends like all the other times they fought before. 

You were proved wrong when they didn’t talk to each other at lunch. On any other day there would be so much laughing and constant bickering at the table that you had to force them to eat but today they just ate silently and then went back to their rooms.

Tom returns in the evening and is taken aback at the very peaceful environment in the house which is very rare. He hangs his coat on the rack and goes around the house to find the three of you in the library. You were sitting on the armchair reading a book while Nathan and Nailah sat on either side of the centre table busy finishing their homework. 

He gives a gentle knock on the door and you look up from the book a smile instantly finding your face.

You set your book aside and walk up to him. “When did you return? Sorry I didn’t hear you.”

“Just a few minutes ago.” he dips his head to place a chaste kiss on your lips. “What's the matter? Why is it so quiet in here today?” 

“Don't ask.” you sigh and glance back at your kids. “They got into a huge fight today and now they won't talk to each other.” 

“That looks like a serious problem.” He raises brows amused. 

“It is. I tried everything but they’re been stubborn.”

“Wait, let me try.” he places a reassuring hand on your shoulder and walks inside the room. “Well what are my lovebugs upto?” he says with a cheery tone.

“Homework daddy.” Nailah replies glumly. It is indeed some serious fight Tom thought and gives another try. “So who wants to go out for pizza and ice cream?” 

That gets their attention as they both perk up leaving their homework and come walking around the table excitedly. You shake your head smiling.

“I’ll have chocolate ice cream daddy.” Nailah says, looking up at him with sparkling eyes.

“I know my little princess.” He smiles and sits down. “But before we go I have a condition,” he says. “Whatever fight you two got into, I want you to call it a truce.” all the excitement they had drains away as they look at each other pointedly.

“C’mon guys it's enough now.” you too sit down beside Tom. “You’re twins. You're best friends for life.”

“I don’t want to be a twin.” Nailah crosses her little hands pouting.

“Yes mommy me too.” Nathan frowns deeply.

“Why?”

“Because we have to share everything.” Nailah says with a serious look on her face which makes you stifle a smile.  

“Ok I see that’s a very big problem but you share your toys with your cousins when they come over right?” you try to make them understand. “And do you know how special it is to be twins? I wish I was a twin. Tom, don't you wish to be a twin?”

“Absolutely not, have you seen my brothers? They are a menace.” Tom laughs.

“Tom! Not helping.” you smack his arm lightly.

"But you two are the cutest and sweetest twins in the world," he adds. 

“We don’t want to be twins.” Nathan grimaces.

“You don’t have a choice sweetie, you were born on the same day.” you say cupping his face. “You know we were so happy when we found out we are having the two of you. But when you two fight like this it makes mommy really sad. Do you want me to stay sad?”

“No mommy.” they mumble, shaking their heads.

“Then can you please give each other a big hug and say sorry?”

They slowly turn to each other and put their hands around each other in a hug smiling.

“Sorry Leah.” 

“Sorry Nate.”

“Well now that everything is settled let’s go out for ice cream and pizzas." Tom announces.

"Yayy!!" Both of them squealed excitedly. 

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[pietros-love]

Cheater!Pietro Maximoff x gn!reader ||Angst||

Warning, TW!!: Cheating, mentions of su!cide and mentions of dr!gs

Also! @justfuckyouandleavemealone

Thank you for the amazing idea!

Finally home Y/n thought as they fumbled with their keys standing outside of their apartment door. They had a rather long and stressful day. The only thing they wanted to do now was cuddle with their boyfriend, which they had been thinking about through out the whole day. Oh and how they missed his snarky little annoying comments. In the end he always managed to make them smile with them.

"I'm on my way home Pietro!"

Was the last message Y/n had send Pietro before leaving their work place. But for some reason Pietro hadn't even read it. Usually around that time he would be spamming Y/n asking when they are coming or if he should speed over to pick them up, which Y/n always refused. They always preferred coming home and having Pietro greet them at the door. Also, with how fast Pietro went Y/n was pretty sure they would throw up on the way back home-

Like said earlier, today has been extra stressful. Y/n's boss seemed to be in a bad mood or something with how much he had bothered them today. It's not like Y/n didn't like their boss or anything like that, he just could be... Well, a little thick headed and very energy straining too. Overall, he was an okay guy. But on some days, it was just a nightmare with him. And it seemed like today was a day like that. Y/n would even have preferred to stay with Clint the entire day instead of their boss. Finally opening the door to their and Pietro's shared apartment they sighed a sigh of relief. "Pietro-" They started but noticed he wasn't even at the door greeting them. Huh weird They though. But shrugged it off, maybe he was just at the toilet? Or went out and send Y/n a message they haven't seen? Or left a note, he does that a lot too. Y/n shrugged to themselves as they slipped of their shoes and put their bag down. Making their way into the kitchen they grabbed a cup and filled it with water. Maybe Pietro was sleeping? I mean, he stayed up pretty late the last night as far as Y/n remembers. Quickly finishing their water they made their way to the bedroom. Wanting to surprise their boyfriend they tip toed through the halls. Until they finally stopped in front of the said bedroom door. "Pietroo- I'm home earlier toda-" They stopped mid-sentence. A gasp escaped their mouth. This couldn't be real could it? Hah Y/n you must me hallucinating Y/n tried choking back tears. There he was, Pietro... their boyfriend. Laying in their king sized bet. But not with them.. With someone else. Y/n's eyes were starting to fill with tears. This couldn't be true could it, must be a prank right? Jep all just a silly prank. Heh. Right on cue Pietro seemed to stir. He twisted a bit before waking up grunting and pushing of the blanket a bit. Which only showed Y/n his naked well trained stomach. That only worsened their thoughts.

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God they were a mess. Sitting in their new apartment drunk. Their head was spinning from drinking all that liquor. Maybe it was too much? Y/n sighed and gripped their pounding head. They were starting to remember it all.

"Pietro..?" They asked trying to choke back their tears. Their throat was hurting too, like someone was trying to suffocate them with a rope. "Wha- Y/n why are you home already- Don't you have a long shift today?" Pietro nervously looked around and started cursing under his breath. "I think. I think you should go Pietro.." "Y/n but- No. You should just go.." they mumbled under their breath. Pietro looked at Y/n with an unbearable expression.

After that everything went by blurry. The last thing Y/n remember from that day is. Pietro leaving with that person. And them finally breaking down after that

The following weeks went by with a flash. They hadn't heard from Pietro ever since then. It broke them, it was slowly eating them from the inside. Weren't they good enough? Did they do something wrong? Should they maybe have given him more attention..? Those thoughts were swirling through their head from time to time. It made them depressed, to the point they tried hurting themselves multiple times. And even had... Some pretty bad suicidal thoughts. Which lead them to this moment. Drunk in their new apartment, since they couldn't stand staying at their old one after what had happened..

"God what am I doing to myself.." Y/n slurred out slowly sinking deeper into their sofa. I miss him I miss him I miss him I misshim Was all that was going through their mind at the moment. God it hurts so much... They just wanted it to end. All the pain. "Pathetic aren't I? And this all over one guy.. Y/n get yourself together will you. This won't be the end... Hopefully." They kept on rambling and rambling until they eventually tired themselves out and fell asleep.

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Weeks had passed by again. Y/n was doing slightly better. They still haven't heard a word from Pietro though.. Even after all that. They couldn't help but miss him, miss all the things they did together, all those good moments they had. They kept telling everyone they were over him. But that was just a lie.. Walking down the streets on their way home. Y/n couldn't help but think of him again. He seemed to be always on his mind. Even at moments it seemed like where they had finally forgotten about him, he seemed to linger in the back of their mind. Always. Looking through the full crowds of NYC. Y/n could have sworn they saw a familiar face. The person that just passed them.. Looked like him. Their heart ached when he noticed a beautiful person who was smiling walking besides Pietro. Without thinking they turned around, but as quickly as they saw them. They were gone again. Pietro! Y/n thought while suddenly sprinting full on into the direction they saw him going. They ran and ran and ran until their legs started aching. Finally coming to a stop in a lonely alleyway. They broke together. Pietro.. Please, please just come back to me I'll do anything for you! Suddenly they felt someone place a hand on their shoulder. "Pietro..?" Y/n asked with their eyes fill of tears and a red puffy nose from crying. "Oh Y/n. I'm so sorry' A familiar voice said. Immediately recognizing it they threw themselves into the same persons arm.

"I- I just miss him so much!" "I know Y/n I know. It's all going to be alright now. Your big brother is back." One last tear escaped Y/n's eyes "Yeah... You're finally back now...

Zemo"

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[realityescapee01]

Wake me

Steo | Stiles x Theo

Stiles is having a hard time accepting this successful, back from hell, redemption arc Theo. The coaxing, the cruel mind games -he could take. But the adoration, the courting, the sweetness -he can't. He doesn't believe it's real. He just finds it hard to believe that Theo will ever care about anyone else.

Maybe Theo really likes him that much? Stiles is still in doubt, but something happened that floored Stiles's doubts. 'He... really is serious about me for this to happen.'

But the one with Gabe back in the hospital. Okay, that is an evidence that he can care. But still, Theo liking him so much to court him and even ask his pack's alpha; Scott, permission for it -was so formal and serious of werewolf traditions.

"Theo, please stop being a puppy." Stiles said as he tried to get Theo out of hiding from following him around. The chimera had been stalking him since he came back.

"Sorry. I just wanna make sure you're safe. Can't have my mate getting hurt." Theo declared. Ever so smug. Ever so confident. Ever so Theo.

Stiles rolled his eyes as he continued shopping for new clothes. "I'm not your mate."

"Not yet." Theo threw back, emphasis on yet.

Theo tagged along in his shopping and gave some suggestions too -picking pants and shirts for Stiles. Stiles looks at Theo's suggestions. And they were all good. So he takes them. Theo saying:

"I want you to wear this on our Saturday date."

"We do not have a date this Saturday, Theo."

"Sunday, then."

"No. Want me to say it in Spanish? Noh!"

Theo just scoffed and continued walking with Stiles in the shopping mall. Stiles then felt thirsty. Theo pulled him into a coffee shop and ordered for them. They sat in a booth at the far back. Making it pretty private. Theo knows Stiles doesn't like crowds that much. Theo started a conversation about Stiles's new series obsession right now.

Stiles knows Theo is just baiting him to talk with him, but Theo does it so well that Stiles was talking and smiling non-stop about the series. Theo knows what he's talking about too. Even having some same opinions and theories about the show. Stiles found himself having fun now. It's been a while, so he just let it. He continued the conversation with Theo.

Theo then said something about a movie showing right now. And Stiles wanted to watch it too. So they did. Went in the cinema together and watched it. Then ate dinner afterwards. Even checking out some game stores and other geeky Stiles's stuff. And spent an hour in dessert shop, eating parfaits and talking some more. Then Stiles rode with Theo back home because his jeep is broken. Stiles hopped out of Theo's truck.

"Good night, Stiles. We had an awesome date today." Theo smirked.

"We didn't date toda-" Stiles thought back on their day together... it does looked like a date. It was kind of a date. "...you little... that was your plan from the start, huh?!?"

"Sweet dreams, Stiles." Theo then drove off.

Stiles couldn't believe he fell for that. The chimera outsmarted him.

Stiles huffed and puffed on his way inside the house. Scott was waiting for him. He was listening. "You had a date with Theo?"

"No! He tricked me!"

"But did you have fun?"

"...Yeah. Lots." Stiles admitted. He sets his new clothes on the desk. "...it wasn't so bad."

Scott just smiled. He could smell Theo's scent on Stiles a little bit. Maybe Stiles doesn't know or doesn't wanna admit, but they do look good together. They do feel right together. And Theo can take Stiles's sarcasm and even throw some back at him. He handles Stiles pretty well. And Stiles handles Theo the same. When Stiles hopped off of Theo's truck, his chemosignal was happy. None of anxiety or anything else. Just happiness. Scott just wished that Stiles would admit to himself and be happy with Theo already. But Theo needs to do more to convince him. Stiles is still doubtful.

"I smell like him, huh?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, he kept brushing on my side or my arm or my hand. And I sat in his truck too."

"Of course, he's scenting you. Stiles. It's okay. If you're developing feelings for Theo. He's so much better now."

Stiles just kept silent. Then he got a chat from Theo. It was a photo of him, in the cinema. Looking at the screen, with cyan and magenta lighting from the movie they were watching. It looks so beautiful. So artsy. Stiles smiled. He saved the photo. Then replied: Agh! Theo just made an lol emoji to that. Then Stiles changed his profile photo to that one. Theo reacting heart emoji on it. And commenting: lovely 😘. Stiles replied: 👀 stalker. to which Theo just lol'd react on it.

Scott smelled that happy scent on Stiles again. "Is that Theo?"

"Y-Yeah." Stiles put down his phone.

"By the way. We have some intel on that creature we're investigating."

And they're back on business. Scott needed eyes in Mexico and he has Stiles and Theo set to go there this Saturday.

"Wait!... So this is what Theo's talking about. The Saturday date."

---

And so they drove down to Mexico. Stiles awoke from his nap. The drive is long.

"Good morning." Theo greeted him.

Stiles groaned, he's not ready to banter yet. "Are we there yet?"

"We're having a stopover. I'm hungry." Theo pulled over to a gas station with a diner. Nothing fancy. But good for being so far off from anything else. They only offer coffee, pancakes, and bacon and eggs. They stuffed themselves and started driving again.

The Calaveras agreed to host them while they're in Mexico. They arrived in the same place they went to when they were looking for Derek. A club upfront, but a hunter's base in the back. Good thing the room is soundproof enough to not hear the club upfront. Stiles was exhausted. The drive is so long. He went straight to bed. And thankfully, there are two beds on opposite ends of the room.

"Don't you wanna party, Stiles?" Theo took his clothes off to change into fresh ones.

"Nah. Ohmygod! What's with you and getting naked?!?" Stiles said, but he never did look away.

"Come on, dance with me out there." Theo said as he proudly stood naked in front Stiles.

"Dude, just-" Stiles blushed and turned around. "I'm not dancing. And will you get dressed, dammit!" Stiles was pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm tired from the travel. I wanna rest. Can you give me that?"

"I'll give you anything, Stiles. Okay, I'll let you sleep." Theo is all dressed up now and headed out to the club.

Stiles went to sleep. But he woke up a few hours before midnight. He decided to go check the club. And saw Theo dancing with girls and boys, huddling around him. Some clearly flirting with him. "Of course." Stiles said, a little irritated. Theo then must have sensed him because the chimera looked over at him and headed straight to him.

They met each other on the bar. Stiles ordered a drink. Theo did too. Pouring a little bit of wolfsbane in it to get enough kick.

"Hey, Theo." Stiles was antsy.

"Don't worry, just enough, babe." Theo then gulped the shot down.

"Babe?!? Really now?" Stiles downed his.

Theo laughed. "You don't like that?"

"Think of something else." Stiles drank another one.

"Okay." Theo was smiling. Stiles did not completely shut him down about picking and calling him a pet name. Theo took another drink to that.

They did kind of a talk and drink. For every exchange, they drink. Stiles got drunk pretty quick.

"Okay, that's enough." Theo took Stiles off the stool and led them back to their room. Theo held Stiles's hand and draped Stiles's other arm around his neck -carrying/dragging him back to their room.

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Morning came and Stiles suddenly sat up. Looked at himself. He has a new shirt on.

"Good morning." Theo greeted with coffees at hand.

"Did you do something to me, Theo?"

"I changed your shirt." Theo set the coffee in front him. "It was sweaty."

"You didn't... you know..."

Theo shook his head. "I didn't." Stiles was still doubtful. "If I did, you'd know the moment you wake up. Because you'd feel and see it. Might have some bruises. Lots of hickeys. You'd be very exhausted, coz I went hours on you. And you'd be sore because I'm sure I would've knotted you." Theo described perfectly.

"Okay okay. Enough. Too much details!" Stiles knew it was right. He would definitely know if something happened. He sat up and took his coffee. Then they discuss business for the day.

How they'd go about their purpose there. Practically just observe the place. Don't engage. They finished their coffee and headed out. Escorted by 2 Calavera hunters. They stayed there for hours. And they confirmed that a Skinwalker had gone rogue. Stiles reported it back to Scott. They headed back for the day as they await Scott's orders.

Theo was silent the whole ride back. Stiles knew it must be because he remembered his time under ground. Dragged by the skinwalker. "Theo." Stiles shook him. He's not used to Theo like this. Theo just looked back at him, eyes a little unfocused for a while, and honed in on his eyes. "Stiles." Finally, Theo spoke. "Are you okay?" Stiles asked. He wanted to hold Theo's hand but he hesitated. "I'm fine. Thanks, babe." Theo replied playfully. Stiles punched Theo's arm.

On the way back, Scott said that he would be heading there with Kira. And the next thing Stiles knew was his phone flying off, their vehicle tumbled to it's side. Everyone was disoriented. And him, he was sinking to the ground. The skinwalker attacked them. Stiles kept sinking to the ground. He held on but he was speared to his stomach. Weak, he was dragged faster underground.

"Stiles!!!" Theo jumped to reach his hand but Stiles has gone beneath the ground. "Fuck!!!"

Theo wolfed out, growled and strangled the skinwalker. "Bring him back. Bring Stiles back to meeeEEEEE!!!" Theo screamed at the top of his lungs.

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Stiles was looping a scene down there. That scene on the rooftop with his mom and dad. And that scene in Lydia's party with his dad. Over and over. He tried to not let it get to him. He knows this is an illusion. But he can't. He was slowly being shaken out of his resolve. He closed his eyes shut, thinking of how he could get out of this.

---

Theo threw the skinwalker towards the two dead hunters. It put up a pretty tough fight. But Theo intentionally let her hit his side with a side sweep of the spear to catch it. He then pulled her towards her, and forced her to open the ground again.

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Stiles was going through the hell loop for the 4th time. Enduring the harshness of it. Then he heard Theo shouting: open it!!! There was quaking and Stiles is above ground again. Before the ground closed, the skinwalker escaped Theo's grip and disappeared in the ground.

Stiles winced and fell to the ground, he remembered he was stabbed through on his stomach. He's bleeding out.

Theo ran to him. "Stiles!" Theo held him and then checked his condition. It's bad. "No no no!" Theo took his hands and started taking his pain. Stiles is dying and they're nowhere near a hospital, no transport too. They're in the middle of the desert.

Stiles coughed. "Hey Theo, listen...I like you. I do. Maybe I was just scared to admit it. But I really do." Stiles gasped out.

'"Stiles, save your breath. I'm trying to heal you."

"Only Scott can do it, you know that."

Theo sighed in defeat. "Where the fuck is Scott when you need him?!? Shit!!!" Stiles was slipping away. "No no no. Stiles! please!" Theo was more than desperate.

He closed his eyes so tight, hugged Stiles closer, thinking; 'Get well, Stiles. Don't die. Please.' over and over again. He kept chanting it for what seems like foreveer.

"Theo." It was Stiles. Stiles is okay. Stiles is healed.

Theo opened his eyes. "Stiles, you're okay. You're okay." Theo kept inspecting Stiles's previously mortally wounded body. It's all healed now.

"Theo... they're red."

"W-What?" Theo couldn't understand.

"They're red. Your eyes!"

"That's... I became an... but I'm just a chimera."

"Maybe the dread doctors really are geniuses."

"Y-Yeah...mayb-" Theo passed out. The weight of transitioning and spending all that power to heal Stiles took its toll.

"Theo!"

"Stiles!"

Scott and Kira arrived. Scott looked over and saw lots of blood around Stiles and Theo. "What happened here?"He ran towards the two. "Are you okay?"

"Hell happened, Scott. I was dying. Theo saved me."

"How-We'll talk about it later. Get in the car. We'll take care of the rest."

Scott helped both of them to the car and headed out with Kira to take care of the skinwalker.

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They got back to the Calavera base where Stiles told Scott everything. Scott couldn't believe it. And kept telling Stiles: I hope you believe now that Theo is for real. And Stiles answered: yeah.

"He willed it so much to save you that he's awoken as an alpha. Damn, Stiles!"

"Couldn't believe it at first." Stiles just rubbed his neck and blushed.

"Well... let me check on him. We do have to talk too."

---

Scott sat beside the bed where Theo lies asleep. Theo shot up suddenly.

"Stiles!"

Scott held him by the chest "Calm down, Theo. He's okay. Hes out front, eating."

Theo sat back down.

"Theo... show me your eyes."

Theo closed his eyes for a while and then opened it. They really are red.

"Welcome to the club, Theo."

"Y-Yeah. It's insane."

"So... uhm, Stiles... what do you plan to do? You're an alpha now. You could go and make your own pack." 'Are you taking Stiles away?' was what Scott wanted to ask.

"... Stiles would want to stay with you." Theo looked at Scott seriously. "So, we are staying."

"Really? That would be great!"

"How about you? Are you okay with another alpha alongside you?"

"Yeah. You always come up with better plans anyways. And hell, there was a pack where they're all alphas!"

Theo just smirked. "Right. Excuse me while I go get my Stiles."

Theo walked out front and saw Stiles stuffing himself. Theo smiled. 'Right. He almost died.' Theo stalked towards Stiles, so quietly that Stiles didn't notice him until he was hugging him from behind. "Babe." Theo whispered to Stiles's ear.

"Woah!" Stiles was surprised and almost fell off the stool from it. Theo just held him in place. "H-Hey, Theo." Theo just kissed his cheek then his neck. Stiles tried to fight off the giggles.

Theo sat beside Stiles. They spent moments just staring at each other.

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