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arionawrites · 13 days
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1. it’s my 24th birthday today, so my goal of being published by the time i’m 25 is now a one year looming monster, but i never specified what kind of published and am currently looking in various literary magazines that are recommended for writers who have yet to be published, so i’m surprisingly confident that i can make it work? and tbh even if whatever i write isn’t officially published before my 25th birthday, if i have someone in the process of being published then i’ll be happy!! no matter what though, i’m gonna try to be proud of myself for at least giving it my best shot!!
2. i honestly love that my birthday is on the ides of march because the ides of march meme shitposting is only a thing on tumblr but it also being my birthday makes it easier to like. be excited about the ides of march outside of tumblr. like even in person i can be like “it’s my birthday! i’m an ides of march babe (:” and if someone is like oh what’s that? or if they say something along the lines of oh like julius caesar? i can be like yep!! and even if it’s a small thing outside of tumblr it brings me immense enjoyment and amusement being able to bring it up off of tumblr
3. transportation situation has been very rough since june 2023 when i totalled my car, my gap insurance are being assholes and i ended up putting my foot down on the phone with them yesterday which i’m pretty proud of because i am NOT a confrontational person (something i’ve been working on this past year, so seeing some improvement with my ability to hold my ground and not be a pushover yesterday was very cool!!) i was told i’d get a response from them by friday next week no matter what, and if i don’t then friday of next week i will continue to wreak havoc upon them. but my moms car which i’ve been using since my accident broke down yesterday, hopefully it’s fixable but my parents were saying it might be done for, so trying to think of how i’m gonna get to work next week is kind of stressing me out lmao, but for now i’m just gonna focus on enjoying my birthday the best i can because i don’t want to start off being 24 with an overwhelming anxiety for something that won’t be a potential issue until monday. plus i already messaged my boss today to let her know that i’m going to do everything i can to make it work out but just so she’s in the loop and knows of the potential of me not being able to make my morning shifts (one of my coworkers said she’s more than happy to give me a ride for our afternoon shifts which does help relieve some of the stress!) and i told her i’d let her know for sure sunday so that if necessary she can have time to figure out someone to fill in for me in the mornings!
overall: life is weird and i ended being 23 yesterday with a shitty situation but a positive outlook and i am going to enjoy my first day of being 24 no matter what because honestly i fucking earned it. happy friday everyone, i hope it’s a good day for you and me both!
#aritalks#i did cry a little bit when i first woke up because i dont really know what to do about work and also i hate not having a car i can use#not only because of the work aspect but also getting my license when i was 18 gave me a freedom i didn’t have before#and i don’t like having to rely on other people just to like go to the fucking store or something yk#but then my best friend/roommate messaged me happy birthday and i was like fuck it! today is going to be a good day!#the stressful uncertainties can wait until tomorrow#also one of my best friends who hasn’t said happy birthday to me the past two years#(not intentionally im p sure they were just busy on my birthdays the past two years#and then had that moment of ‘oh shit i didnt send a message fuck i think its too late now’ which i totally get bc anxiety things yk)#was one of the first people to message me happy birthday!!#i’m also hoping to still be able to go see my mom and then stay the night at my dads tonight#so i can see both my parents and also my baby siblings for my birthday#my dads working today but after he texted happy birthday i sent him a text asking if he thinks we could still make it work#my mom is asleep still i think (she called me at midnight and left a voicemail singing happy birthday!! but her sleep schedule has been all#over the place recently so i’m waiting until 11:30 to call her which is in like 30 mins)#but she said something yesterday about driving out to me to give me a hug and also bring me my diabetes stuff that got delivered#(her house is my mailing address because i know it’s not going to change bc it’s my great grandparents house that she’s partially inhereting#when my great grandpa dies but since i have moved out of my dads my address has changed twice and i didnt have a mailbox at my last place so#just for the sake of consistency and not having to worry about important shit getting sent to the wrong address i’ve had her house as my#mailing address since i moved out of my dads at 19)#so i think i’m gonna ask her if she can just pick me up instead so i can go to her house w her and hang out with her#and hopefully my dad will be able to at least stop by with my siblings so i can see them too#i’d like to stay the night with them but if we can’t make it happen then i can also stay the night w my mom and hopefully tomorrow figure#out the car situation. might have to rent a car for a week if i can afford it? best case scenario is my moms car can be fixed but i still#dont know whats wrong with it ik there are two potential problems and one is fixable the other is not#the fixable one would cost like $150-$400 to fix depending on if we get a used part or a new one#if its $150-$200 ish i can probably afford to pay for the whole thing or at least most of it#but if its more than that hopefully my dad or one of my family members can help#and i can just pay them back in like $50 increments with my next few paychecks#just realized i said i wouldnt worry abt the car thing today and also i think im at tag limit to i’ll stop now lmao xoxo gossip girl ❤️
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westernsunshine · 6 months
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I so badly do not want to do my homework omg. But who else is going to do it? Nobody
#keep trying to tell myself that it’s not even anything really bad but like… i couldn’t get one of the main elements to work last time#i tried it and now i’m really nervous#i’ve planned it out already and i have most of the info i need. i just need to actually code the fucking webpage#i hate it heeeere#and then i have even MORE homework to do tomorrow AND i have class today and wednesday AND both of those classes will give me homework#it looks like less homework than i was given last week though. hopefully#can i just say like.. the workload is so uneven. like why last week did i have to basically code up 3 webpages#and this week i only have to do one. it doesn’t make sense#i had plenty of time to do it tbh. i just didn’t want to#i think i’ll make a start after lunch. yesterday i started right after breakfast but i didn’t actually get anything done until like noon#because i spent over 45 minutes trying to fix one tiny problem and then i had to go for a walk to clear my head#and then i went to the shop and bought snacks and then i came back and immediately discovered my selectors were wrong#after i’d fixed that the entire rest of the project only took an hour and forty minutes. so#and that was a replication task… this task is my OWN page. i decide how it looks; i don’t have to dig around trying to recreate#someone else’s code. so theoretically it shouldn’t take too long because i should just be able to get all the elements working; put them#where i want them and slap some sort of style over the top of the structural code#but in practice i feel like it’s going to be terrible lol#i think i’m going to go in with an idea of how i want it and not be able to get it to look like that and i’ll be SO mad#but anyway. i’ll start in an hour or so because honestly i don’t think my brain is fully on until i’ve been awake for several hours#personal
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winchesternova-k · 2 years
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as has been the case so so many times, mcr managed to get me out of a panic spiral
#i’m going to be able to see my ma tomorrow and hopefully she can come up w something#if not i’ll just have to call him while i’m there and be completely honest#which will bite me in the arse bc it always does but idk what else to do#and in case ur wondering being truthful w him abt my disabilities in the past has only led to him being manipulative ableist or trying to#take over even more (he even tried to say i wasn’t fit to look after my ma)#i just wish i could scream at him i don’t want ur help! i don’t want anything from u! except to be left alone!!#he never asks he just does and assumes that what he’s doing is the best course#and heaven forbid u disagree bc then ur Ungrateful and deserve to be homeless#(yes he’s actually said that)#i feel so guilty abt the fact that the day he dies (which won’t be far off bc he’s terminally ill) will be nothing but a relief to me#i don’t wish him dead but i want him to leave me alone and since that’s the only way it’s happening#and i don’t WANT to feel relieved or look forward to the day a family member dies but he’s keeps doing so much harm#like i literally can’t do anything at ALL rn and he expects me to be able to clean an entire house so long as three of the ppl who i hate#the most still living on this earth are in the house!#(i don’t hate them rlly but holy fuck they make it hard not too)#sorry i just need to get this out#but at least mcr are keeping me from spiralling while i think this out#i can’t wait to see my therapist on tuesday holy shit#literally this just makes me want to run away and hide in my room at the motel#it’s the safest place i’ve ever felt bc they didn’t know i was there#i want to feel like that at home again#alex talks#vent tw#abuse tw
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formulaforza · 1 month
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miss americana and the heartbreak prince
—08. It's So Sweet —word count: 5.2k —warnings: none :) love, mackie... um... yeah. yeahhhh. sorry sorry sorry if you still read this fic. surprise I guess! its NOT as dead as you thought it was. See you guys again in four months. hopefully sooner if there is a God.
Charles, teeth dug into his tongue so hard he can taste copper, manages to keep from slipping up for the remainder of his time in Georgia. He swallows it down, chokes on an I love you everytime she looks at him for days that feel like an eternity. 
The flight out to France that marks the end of his stay had spent weeks serving as a dreadful backmarker, but now it was one of solace, saving him from himself. He knows better than to spit out “I love you” two months in. He knows better, but he also knows. Simple as that. He just knows. 
He’s good at keeping it down during phone calls and voice memos and FaceTimes because there’s no fucking way he’s stupid enough to say it over the phone. Whenever he does finally deem the time to be right, it’ll be inches from her face, with all the time in the world ahead of them. Her smile will be there, just waiting to be kissed. 
It definitely will not be while she’s grading papers or reviewing a movie or putting purple refills in her pen, even though he finds himself thinking just how plain and simple he loves her when she’s doing those things. 
– – –
Charles spends the holidays with his family in France, coming pretty much directly from his time with Chris and her family in Georgia. 
They quiz him like there’s no tomorrow about all of it; on Chris, and her family and her city and her life. He thinks he does a half-decent job at keeping his cards close to his chest; hiding his tells and acting completely normal and regular and plain about it all. 
Well. He can be coy and secretive to everyone but his mom. Mother’s always know when their sons are in love, and Pascale has always been particularly apt at seeing straight through her boys and the bullshit they try to feed her. 
He’s helping with dinner dishes—working hard to get those extra points towards being the favorite son this weekend—when she confronts him about it. He knows he’s in trouble. He’s never been able to lie to her in a way that was even sort-of convincing. 
“So, Chris…” she hums, drying three two forks at once with a damp towel. “Is this going to be something?” She asks. Charles shrugs, squeezing more blue dish soap onto the plate in his other hand. “That’s too much,” she remarks. 
He ignores the comment, moves the scrubbing sponge over the plate in small circles. “It’s new, still.”
“But you like her?”
He chuckles. Of course he likes her. He wouldn’t be dating her, traveling to see her, introducing her to his family if he didn’t at least like her. That’d just be cruel. “I like her a lot,” he says. I like her the most, he bites his tongue. He rinses the soap from the plate. 
Pascale nods, soft smile on her lips when she takes the plate from his hand, drying it carefully. “Just like, is that right, Charles?”
He knows what she means, what she’s implying. They both know she’s right, too, but he can’t stand to admit it. He feels like if he does, if he actually speaks the words out loud, there’s no way he’s going to be able to keep it in anymore. It’ll be breaking the seal, and he can’t. Not yet. He doesn’t have it in him yet. “Maman,” he says, and his tone is laced with her answer, soft and sweet and pleading in a desperate way. 
She smiles, sets the plate down onto the counter gently. It still clatters against the marble. “I know,” she hums, hand finding his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.
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Charles spends New Year’s Eve in London. He’s with his brothers and his friends and like, all of their girlfriends. He’s been pathetically texting her the entire trip going on about i’ll buy your ticket if you want to come and it would be so much more fun with you here.
What Charles doesn’t know is that Chris is on her way, and that she’d been planning the surprise with Joris for three weeks. After a red eye flight from Atlanta that lands a little before two in the afternoon in London, Joris manages to sneak off from the group to meet her at the hotel and give her a key to his room. She hides out there for most of the afternoon while Joris tries to convince the group to head back to the hotel for a few hours without spoiling the surprise of why they should go back to the hotel in the middle of the day. 
When he finally gets them back to the hotel, he waits fifteen minutes to text her the all clear, to let her know that she can come and execute the surprise. 
It takes her an almost comical amount of time to find his room, considering it’s in the same hallway as everyone else’ rooms, and only ends up being three or four doors down from where she’d started. When she finally finds it, she’s hit with a sudden wave of anxiety. 
What if he doesn’t want me here? She worries. Her hands get clammy and she stands there in front of the door like a complete idiot just waiting for her body to do something, to do anything. Finally, she brings her fist to the door and knocks. 
Voices are muffled and heavy feet shuffle on the other side of the door before finally, after what feels like an eternity of loud bickering from the boys about who’s going to open the door, Chris is face to face with Charles, stupid, toothy grin on her face. “Oh,” he says. 
Behind him, the guys jeer in French, but neither of them are paying any attention. Chris can't stop laughing, standing there, staring at Charles in the doorway. He stares right back, his eyes a window into the gears that turn behind them, processing… processing… processing so incredibly slowly. “Are you gonna hug me, or just stare at me?” She finally asks, and he laughs, snapping into reality, pulling her into a tight hug. 
“What are you doing here?” He questions, pressing a hard kiss into her hair, and then he laughs even harder. “How did you get here?”
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Chris isn’t there for more than a couple days—she has to be back at work as winter break winds to a close, and Charles has training camp in Italy at the end of the week. It’s a quick visit, but they make the most of it, and they do get their new year’s eve kiss. 
It’s been, like, a month and a half since Chris was last in Monaco, but it’s been just two and a half weeks since someone posted a TikTok of Charles and her walking around Monte Carlo together. That means, it’s been two weeks of Chris stumbling upon, and falling down rabbit holes of, Charles’ fan accounts desperately trying to put a face to the back of the head of the girl in the video. 
She’s less interested in are they going to figure out who I am and more interested in are they at least, like, close? The answer is no. No, they are not even kind-of close to connecting Chris with him. It’s all models and friends and people he follows on Instagram and even one ex-girlfriend, but definitely no American kindergarten teachers. 
The fire is only fed, though, when on New Year’s Eve, drunk on Moscow Mules and equipped with the world’s most fashionable LED glasses, Charles is posted showing off the look. Under his arm, equally as drunk off espresso martinis, is Chris, engaged in conversation with Joris beside her. 
It’s been two-thousand twenty-three for fifteen minutes, and Instagram explore pages across the world are already filled with pictures of the side of her head and Charles’ goofy heart-eyed glasses.
Chris is too drunk to know, much less care, but when she does find out about it, she won’t be bothered. She thinks that maybe she never will be a big deal—certainly not as big of one as he seems to think it is. Nothing is going to happen, she tells him so many times it doesn’t even sound like a sentence anymore. Who cares if everyone figures out who I am?
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January isn’t much but settling into a routine. They’re both busy with a million and one different things—just a little peek into any sort of future they hope to have together—and it’s the end of the month before they see each other in person again. 
Every post he makes on social media—every video, photo, story, mention, and repost is run through a microscope, carefully dissected searching for a repeat like and commenter, for an unfamiliar woman’s voice or a hand or a coat or a head of hair. Names fly around in a tornado of guesses, and none of them are correct. 
It’s an easy routine to fall into; scheduled phone calls, FaceTime dates twice a week, and sneakily sent texts in the middle of the workday. Sometimes it feels like they aren’t all that far apart, like he could walk out the front door and get into his car and drive for fifteen minutes and be at her house, eat dinner at the same table, fall asleep at the same time, in the same bed. Other times, they can feel every step of the four-thousand, six-hundred, ninety-five miles that separate them, when it’s all pictures of dinner and goodmorning texts seen three hours later and delayed, laggy FaceTime calls. 
It’s on one of those calls, where her face is frozen mid-conversation, that she’s gushing about how excited she is for some school event at the end of the month, the Art show, she’d called it, and when—after sorting out the camera issue for the time being—he’d asked for clarification on what exactly an Art show is, she’d explained the whole event with a big, excited smile on her face. 
“Oh my gosh!” She’d laughed, pulling her legs underneath her. “Okay, so, it’s the coolest thing. Basically, the art department displays all of the art the students have made so far this year all throughout the year, and the kids get to show it off to all their family. They set up a book fair in the library, and they serve ice-cream in the cafeteria,” she explains, “All the teachers go, and they bring their families, too,” she nods. “It’s really cool. I like to see how proud the kids are of their work.”
He decides then, in that very moment, that he doesn’t want to hear about this in text messages and photos and Facetime calls. He wants to be there—feel her energy, her pride, her smile. It just pours out of his mouth, what if I came? And then, before she can even come up with a response, If that’s okay, obviously. If you even would like, want that, you know. 
She bites down on a smile. “I thought you wanted to keep things quiet?” she chuckles, “be all protective of me and stuff?” 
Charles shrugs. “I don’t think anyone would believe I’m at a primary school’s art-fair in the middle-of-nowhere America.”
“I mean, I don’t care,” she explains, tucking her bangs behind her ears. “But you do. I’d love it if you could be there.”
He smiles. “You’d love it?”
“I would!” She laughs, leaning forward, closer to the camera. “You’d better come for more than just a day though,” she continues, slumping back against the couch behind her, picking at the cuticles on her thumb, raising her brows when she quietly adds: “I can think of lots of other things I’d love to do with you.”
He shakes his head, dimples digging into his cheeks. “You’re a tease, Christyn,” he taunts, and her head shoots up from her cuticle. 
“You have such a dirty mind, Charlie!” she laughs, and his cheeks burn at the nickname, at the accusation. 
“Don’t call me that,” he mutters, and she only laughs harder, smiles bigger. 
“Why?” She teases, crossing her arms over her chest, cocking her head to the side playfully.  “Because it makes you blush?”
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There’s really only one of Chris’ students that Charles knows by name: Quinn. Or, as Chris usually refers to her, my sweet, sweet, little Quinnie. Quinnie is not at the art show. Chris goes on to explain that she and her family are  never at any of the school events—no open houses, no field trips, no choir recitals or art shows or parent teacher conferences. If it’s not a free event that takes place during school hours, neither Quinn or her siblings will be there, and their Mother will never be there because she’s always at work. 
So, no Quinn to win over. He does, however, meet what may be the cutest kid he’s ever been face-to-face with in Landry, a little girl with two long brown braids and a strawberry patterned dress on. Landry is the first of her students to find their teacher, and completely ignores him to tug Chris’ arm towards the little girl’s artwork hung in the hallway. 
“I’ll be right back,” she says hurriedly, over her shoulder, letting the little girl pull her away. Charles nods and flashes her a quick wink before she’s properly whisked away, leaving him with nothing better to do than shove his hands deep in his pockets and analyze the artwork of primary school students. 
When she finds him again, no Landry in tow, she links her arm through his, leaning her head against his shoulder. “She told me I have a cute boyfriend,” she says.
“No, she did not,” He laughs, but his ears blush pink. 
“She did,” she nods. “She said you were ‘oh my goodness he is soooooo cute,’” Chris repeats, in a sing-songy tone. “I said, ‘I know right! He’s the cutest.’”
“Whatever,” Charles mutters, running his other hand through his hair. “Where’s the ice-cream at, anyway?”
Two styrofoam bowls of vanilla ice-cream slices—one covered in rainbow sprinkles, the other with chocolate syrup and a maraschino cherry—later, and Chris and Charles are sitting at Chris’ desk in her classroom, him in the green spinning chair, her on the desk itself. 
Two boys, who Chris refers to after they leave the room as Nash and Wyatt, are bouncing off the walls with excitement when they turn the corner into Chris’ classroom, their faces lighting up when they find her there. “Miss Elliott!” One of them shouts, half-out of breath. “The book fair has posters of your brother!” He explains. 
“Yeah!” The other chimes in. “I see-ed it when my sister was getting a poster of,” he takes a big breath, “of, uh, a princess poster or something.”
“Yeah, and I get-ted this one!” The first kid adds, unrolling the paper in this hand to reveal a black and white Fortnite poster, demonstrating the dances from the game. “Cool right?” He asks, and Chris nods. 
“So cool!” She says, “where are you going to hang it?” 
Charles leans back in the chair, spinning slightly side to side, eating his ice-cream and just observing the interaction. 
“Um, probably in my bedroom.”
Chris nods again, “perfect place for it,” she agrees. 
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He’s in Georgia for three days; Friday to Sunday, and spends all of it with Chris, almost entirely at her house. The art show is on Friday night, but he finds himself playing sleepover host with Chris on Saturday when Reid appears with a backpack, a pillow, and a baby blanket Chris tells him not to refer to as a baby blanket. 
Chase is racing in Los Angeles this weekend, and left town on Tuesday, leaving Hannah alone on Mom duty. That would be all fine, if the weekend didn’t fall on the one weekend a month she works. Bill, Cindy, Chris, and Hannah’s mom have been helping to pick up the slack left in Chase’ absence. 
It all comes together to result in him sitting in the middle of the living room, on the floor, surrounded by every blanket and pillow in the entire house on a Saturday night—a four-year-old boy sitting across from him, hanging on his every word, and his girlfriend in the other room making popcorn. 
He’s been tasked with coming up with, and executing the plan for a super, super, cool boy-fort that Auntie Chris can come into, I guess. 
A fort that fits into that description is a lot easier in theory. In Practice, however, he’s faced with the nephew he desperately needs the approval of, and a pile of purple and pink and sparkly and fluffy blankets and pillows. 
It takes all four of the dining table chairs, a curtain rod from the screened-in porch, a fitted sheet, and a box fan, but the fort is quickly commissioned, and gets Reid’s stamp of approval when he moves his pillow, favorite blanket, and definitely not a baby-blanket, baby-blanket into the build. 
Chris is behind them momentarily, knocking on the seat of one of the dining chairs before Reid permits her to enter. She crawls in, laptop and big bowl of popcorn in either hand. Reid is sandwiched between the two of them, Cars blanket covering his little frame, eyes glued to the screen while buttery fingers bury themselves in the popcorn bowl. 
Reid is asleep about five minutes after the popcorn bowl is empty, Chris running her fingers through his short brown hair while soft little snores leave his lips. Her head rests on his pillow, just above his head, and she watches the movie. Charles watches her, arm propped up at the elbow, holding his head up. She’s so soft. So sweet. It ties him up in knots. 
He feels like a child when she catches him staring, her eyes glancing over to him and making unexpected contact. His cheeks burn and his eyes dart away, back to the screen, to the movie. She giggles softly, barely loud enough for him to hear over his sudden mortification.  “Beautiful fort you’ve built here,” she says, and he looks back at her, meets her eyes properly this time. 
“Thank you,” he chuckles. “I’m thinking maybe I will make it my new career after racing.” Charles nods. Chris nods. A smile dances its way across her lips, turning the corners up gently. It makes him smile, too. “Charles Leclerc: Professional fort builder.”
“Oh,” She chuckles. “I can hear it now. You’ll be a household name.”When Charles wakes up, credits are rolling on the laptop screen and Chris’ hand is moving softly over his shoulder. He’s the bridge of his nose and picking the sleep out of his eyes and trying to get his bearings. All he’s sorted out so far is that Chris is here, he’s fucking boiling, and there’s a sleeping kid between them. He squints his eyes—like the dim light from the black credit screen is too bright for him—until she comes into focus. She points to the exit of the fort. “Bed,” she mouths.
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“Well,” Chris shrugs, bringing a forkful of salad to her mouth. “I think you’ve won Reid over.”
Charles laughs on her phone screen. He’s in Italy… or Monaco… or… she’s not really sure, to be honest. It’s hard to keep track sometimes, when he’s always somewhere new. He’s in bed, wherever he is, the lamp from her kitchen casting the only light in his dark room. “Is that right?”
“Oh yeah,” she nods. “I had the pleasure of  reminding him you weren’t here this afternoon. He wasn’t happy with me.” She remembers it well, his declaration that Charles and Me are going to play games today, and remembers better the little, defeated oh, right after she had to remind him Charles had left the day before. 
Charles chuckles, shaking his head and rolling his eyes playfully. “I told him goodbye!”
“I know!” She says, taking another bite, her hand covering her mouth while she talks around the lettuce. “He thought you meant goodbye for the day,” she explains, swallowing. “Not goodbye for a while.”
Charles frowns. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize!” Chris laughs, poking her fork around her bowl. “I love that he likes you so much, it’s adorable,” she hums. “He’s absolutely devastated you won’t be at his birthday party, though.”
Charles scoffs, his mouth dramatically falling open. “No way. You didn't tell me it was his birthday!”
“Because it’s not for like, two weeks!” She defense, laughing. “I wasn’t even thinking about it.”
“When is it?”
She cocks her head to the side, already knowing what he’s about to say, and unscrews the top of her water bottle. “His birthday’s the sixteenth, but the party is the eighteenth.”
“I’ll be there.”
“No you won’t. You have testing.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Yeah,” she insists. “On Monday you have to be in Bahrain.”
“Monday is not Saturday.”
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Chris doesn’t tell anyone outside of Chase and Hannah that Charles is flying in, and they definitely don’t tell Reid about it, just in case it falls through for any of the million reasons it could possibly fall through because of. 
It was a last minute-trip, after all, and it seems like every second of Charles’ time is accounted for right now, so  Chris is prepared at any moment to get a text or a call apologetically explaining that he got pulled into something else. That call never comes, and she picks him up from the airport late Friday night, just in time to bicker in the middle of a liquor store about wine. 
“Absolutely not, baby.” He says, shaking his head, a truly horrified look on his face. 
“You don’t even drink wine!” She insists, holding a three-liter box of Franzia. “This is perfectly fine.”
His eyes go wide, brows raising like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “It’s in a box.”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s for a fifth birthday party.”
“It’s not for the five-year-old,” he argues, picking two bottles of overpriced chardonnay from the shelf. “We’ll get these.”
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Much to the dismay of the other, they show up to the party the next afternoon with one box and one bottle. 
Reid is upstairs playing with some kid that Chris is related to somehow, she’s sure, so their arrival goes unnoticed by the birthday boy. Instead, Chris is heaving the box of wine onto the kitchen island, greeting a visibly stressed Hannah with a hug. Charles follows closely behind, setting his bottle down next to her box, following the hug train to Hannah. 
“Look great, as always, Hannah,” He says, and Hannah laughs. 
“I’m a mess, the house is a mess. Reid,” she looks to Chris, “Lord have mercy on me, your nephew has dressed himself.”
Chris scowls, and then shrugs. Charles laughs. “He can be Chandler’s nephew, today,” she says. 
“He’s still your godson, though,” Hannah reminds. 
“Oh, don’t I know it!”
Charles takes Chris’ coat with his own, hands them both up in the mud room that’s just off the kitchen. He hears Hannah calling for Reid while he does it, telling him to come down and say hello to your auntie. Auntie Chris. He loves the way Reid says it—Annie Chris—or, when he really wants to stir some shit up, which Charles has come to learn is just about all of the time, Reid will call her Miss Elliott. 
Everyone hears him before they see him, little feet making heavy noises as they hurry down the stairs so quickly he might as well have just jumped off the landing and tuck’n’rolled his way into the kitchen. He’s bouncing on his feet, talking to Chris animatedly with his back turned to Charles when he appears in the mud-room doorway. Immediately, Chris is glancing up to him and covering Reid’s eyes with her hands, turning him to face Charles. “I have a surprise for you, Reidy.”
“What?” He squirms. “What is it?”
“More like who is it?” Hannah says, and Reid gasps. 
“Chucky?” He asks, and Chris is grinning at Charles, adjusting her hands over the boy’s eyes so one hand covers them both. With the other hand, she pokes Reid’s side right where he’s ticklish and makes him giggle. 
“Who?” She asks, his belly laugh making her laugh, too. 
“Sharles!” Reid exclaims, breathless from laughing so hard. “Sha-rle,” He laughs out, enunciating the poorly mocked accent.
“Wrong,” Chris says, and then takes her hand off his eyes to reveal Charles. 
Reid is slamming into Charles’ legs before he can even squat down to give the kid a proper hug, settling for just hugging his legs. “You comed!” He cheers. 
“Come on, Mate!” Charles says, ruffling the little boy’s hair. “You didn’t think I would miss such an important birthday?”
Chris watches the whole interaction with a giddy smile on her face. Hannah watches, too, while she stirs a crock pot full of nacho cheese. Reid fills Charles in on everything that’s happened to him since Charles left, and is already asking if Charles wants to go play catch outside with the football he’s gotten from his dad earlier that week, on his actual birthday. When Hannah slides behind Chris, between her body and the cabinets, muttering a quick behind you and grabbing a ladle from a drawer, she gives Chris’ shoulder a soft squeeze. 
– – – 
Chris is MIA when Bill and Cindy turn up, arms full of food and gifts for their only grandchild, but Charles is in the backyard, standing around a smoking fire pit with Chase and Reid and other people he remembers meeting from the wedding, but who’s names he wouldn’t be able to remember if there was a gun held to his temple. 
Bill and Cindy wander out shortly after they arrive, looking for the birthday boy, and Charles handles the introductions all by himself—a handshake to Dad, a compliment to Mom, and hugs for both of them. He knows how to charm. Knows he’s going to be working at it for a while, probably. He’s more than willing to put in the hours. 
“I didn’t know you were comin’, son,” Bill says, and Charles is nodding, hands in his jacket pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels.
“Yeah, it was a kind of… last minute choice.”
“Aw,” Cindy hums. “What a sweetheart. How long are you in town for?”
“Just a couple days,” he explains. “Chris is off work this week, but I have to get to Bahrain in a couple days. Get used to the timezone and everything.”
“Ah,” Bill nods. “Season’s starting up again, that right?”
“Eh,” he shrugs. “It never stops, it feels like,” and Bill nods. 
“Don’t I know it, boy.”
“Is Chrissy planning on coming out to any of your races?” Cindy asks, linking her arm through Bill’s, leaning against him around the fire. “I know she told us that y’all are keeping it pretty hush-hush for now.”
“Eventually, I hope she can,” he says. “I don’t want to have her come if she doesn’t feel comfortable.”
Cindy nods, smiling to herself. “Smart answer, honey,” she says, and Bill laughs. “You’re a good egg.” Charles chuckles softly, if only because he doesn’t know what to say to that. He’s been called a lot of things over the years, but good egg might be a new one. 
Just then, Chris is pushing open the sliding door on the back deck, stepping out with her coat on, the hood pulled up over her head, her hands hidden in the sleeves. “Well, speak of the Devil,” Bill says, greeting his daughter with a tight hug. 
“Uh oh,” Chris laughs, following suit with a hug for her mom, too. “Y’all are talking about me?”
He’s come to learn that her accent is never anywhere as strong as it is when she's around family. He’s familiar with the pattern of it, and does the same thing after long breaks away from speaking English or Italian. It takes a while to settle back into translating your thoughts. He thinks it’s probably pretty similar, even if she’s not translating from another language. He thinks it’s cute, when the southern twang gets extra prominent. It’s cute, and it’s sweet, and she sounds like a movie character sometimes. 
She slots into her comfortable position at Charles’ side, and his arm is tossing itself over her shoulder before he even realizes it’s happening. It’s habit, almost, to keep her close. “Always,” he says. 
– – –
They’re cute and annoyingly couple-ey all night. He doesn’t care if she’s related to or friends with almost everyone here, he’s never not amazed at just how easily she can find home in any conversation. Sometimes he wonders if he looks as awestruck about it as he feels, watching her put on this masterclass with everyone she talks to—from passing, brief conversations about how good Hannah’s food is and how old Reid is getting, to the long, sit-down chats about work and her life and their lives. It’s so crystal clear that she makes everyone feel important—the most important person in the room—and he;s even starting to remember names. 
There’s a lot of names to remember. 
There’s nobody that feels quite as important to Chris as Charles does, though, he’s sure of it. In fact, he’s not sure there’s another person on Earth that could manage to make a social event into something so… recharging for him. She just radiates energy, truly. It’s in the atmosphere, just being in her proximity, just having an arm around her or their fingers intertwined or the smell of her perfume on his clothes is enough. 
He loves her so horribly that he’s almost sick with it. He’s biting his tongue all night. Hell, he’s even trying to talk himself out of the now months old revelation. 
Like, she drinks wine from a fucking box. A box. Of wine. And she sees absolutely no problem with it. She wants to drag him around to every person, to engage in every conversation. She changed her perfume or her shampoo or her laundry detergent or something, because she smells different than the last time he was with her. She drives like an elderly woman—Jesus fucking Christ, she takes the speed limit so seriously it’s hard to sit in the passenger seat and let it happen. She cried three times on the way from Atlanta. Three times, because she saw some roadkill that wasn't even identifiable, and couldn’t stop thinking about it.  She’s covered in glitter, like, all the time. And so is her stuff. It’s on her face and her hands and her clothes and every surface of her house. Glitter and spelling tests and like, six variations of the same travel coffee mug. She listens to country music as if it’s the only genre of music that exists, and she listens to it all the time. He doesn’t love her. He doesn’t. If he did, he wouldn't have been able to keep it in for so long. 
He doesn’t love her, and then she laughs and he can feel it in his fucking gut, feels the urge to laugh even when he doesn’t get the joke, even when he misses entirely what is making her so happy. He wants to laugh because she’s laughing and her laugh makes the world a better place and he loves her so bad it hurts.
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ch-4-eri · 1 month
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LOVE POTIONS — Jill Valentine.
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best friend’s mom! jill X female reader.
warnings: 18+ mdni!! age gap (don’t say i didn’t warn you) oral, dirty talk, hints at the reader being a virgin if you squint. i don’t know if i’m missing anything let me know.
word count: 1.4k
i’m so sick for this, i’ll go to hell on my own, don’t fuck your friend’s mothers guys. but do enjoy this.
you couldn’t explain it, even if you wanted, the whole thing was messy from the beginning.
it was supposed to be something innocent, completely harmless and has no threat to anyone in your life or yourself.
or your best friend.
if only you never met his mother, Jill Valentine, government agent, and a former RPD S.T.A.R.S member.
but god, you didn’t think it through.
didn’t think your attitude and the way you looked at the woman were entirely calculated, jill knew.
this woman has a love for details and reading you, every time you came over; what you’d say and what’d you do, what you’re wearing.
she’d show you she’s busy, working documents and important things for the BSAA, jill to you was just a best friend’s mother.
but you both had one hell of an unspoken sexual tension.
which you tried to hide, tried to shove in the back of your mind as your age gap is fucking nuts and you always worry someone would read your mind which isn’t even a realistic idea, but still, you were too anxious to act on it, even alone, self awareness preventing you from being able to stay in your head for long.
but jill on the other hand… when every time she analysed you, how you talk, how you act, your ass in your tiny skirts drives her fucking crazy enough she finds herself unable to sleep, her hand inside her shorts as she’s pumping herself up at the thought of you with her hand covering her mouth.
surely she felt ashamed, a woman her age acting and thinking like this, she felt so much guilt and shame for operating like a damn teenage boy riling with hormones over a girls ass in a skirt.
a girl her son’s age.
she knew if he ever found her out, he’d hate her forever and she can’t afford losing him, not after fighting for his custody for many years with her ex husband.
but that’s not what she had in mind that day, when she had you splayed down her bed so late at night, her fingers in your mouth as she ate you out like no tomorrow, your legs on her shoulders, your moans muffled by her thick fingers pressing down your tongue, drooling all over them.
“taste’s so good..” jill groaned against your clit, her mouth engulfing you, sending your back arching, she pulls away and sits up, making you ache at the loss of contact and the warmth you felt between your legs.
jill removed her fingers from your mouth, wiping your saliva off them down her bedsheets, going on her knees to meet your eyes as you were so lost in the feeling of pleasure you never got from anyone else other than this woman, a woman you shouldn’t even be doing this with.
but neither of you were even thinking of that right now.
jill had your chin in her palm as you opened your eyes, your breathing shaky and heavy, drool covering your chin as you smelled like sex and vanilla to the older woman’s nostrils.
“i want you to sit on my face, yeah? can you do that for me?” jill smirked, licking her lips with the tongue you want to be inside you again so badly.
you nodded eagerly, the thought of having her mouth against your pussy again was driving you mad with chills coursing through your body. “mhm.. yes please.” you begged, your eyes staring into hers pleadingly, like a lost puppy. fucked up enough.
jill patted your legs, lying down on the mattress of her huge bed, she wasn’t wearing anything other than her lacey bra and underwear, she was a fucking sight, you’d drool on her looks alone. even for a woman her age, she was damn delicious and you couldn’t get your eyes off her as you went on your knees and crawled to her.
she prepared the seat that was her face you were going to be sitting on for the next many minutes, hopefully hours if it were up to the older woman. moving her short brown hair away from her blue eyes you’d drown in.
as you made it closer to her, you were a bit nervous, a question rolling around your head you had to make sure of, you had to ask, as silly as it made you sound to a woman with so much experience.
“do i sit or hover?” you asked, your voice betraying you, your cheeks rosy and lips red and swollen.
jill chuckled, like she was making fun of you. “sit.” she demands. “i want you to suffocate me.” jill added, taking a hold of your thigh as she brought you closer with her strong grip.
“i want you to cum in my mouth.. am i clear, sweet girl?” she demanded as soon as you gasped, raising an eyebrow at your hesitation.
“y-yes..” you nodded like the puppy you are, you weren’t going to upset her, you hated to refuse jill.
and jill hated it when you refused her.
you finally scooted up to jill’s head, placing a knee next to her head, the other doing the same as you lowered your body so your wet pussy made contact with her nose, both of you let out a sigh while jill’s hands positioned you properly on her face, and as soon as you felt her tongue lick a long stripe up your sopping wet hole you let out a sickeningly pornographic moan, your hands grabbing at the headboard of her bed.
“ah.. jill..” you breathed, your thighs squeezing the older woman’s head, her tongue sucking and licking at your hole as she made it her sole purpose for you to cum in her mouth and if she keeps this up you’re gonna do it more than once, not that jill would complain.
her strong hands gripped your ass so tight, her tongue brutally slamming inside of you, as was her nose, sliding it up and down which drew pathetic moans out of you.
jill was humming, groaning into you, making your legs shake and your thighs closing in on her, and you were worried you were hurting her even though jill was having a fucking blast, she adored those damn thighs, if she suffocateds and dies like this it’ll all be worth it.
“please.. can’t take this anymore.” you cried out, making jill just suck at your clit like a starved woman, her body humming and shivering as she was desperate to get touched as well, rubbing her thighs together while her hands reached your hips in a bruising grip.
you were shuddering and whimpering, your legs so weak as you didn’t want to put your full weight on the woman’s face. “jill..” you moaned as she flicked her tongue against your sopping walls, your thighs filled with goosebumps.
“i’m..” you start, your lower belly so tight with a burning sensation that you were so close to your release, jill positioned you right into her mouth as she knew you were close, drinking you up as you finally gushed your orgasm down her mouth like she wanted.
“mmm..” jill mumbled, swallowing every last bit of what you can give her, you tasted like heaven, fucking delicious.
you were trying to catch your breath, your heart hammering against your rib cage as jill patted your thigh.
you weakly pulled your knee away from her head, your legs were shaking like crazy, your center so sensitive and puffy.
“i bet you can’t walk now, huh?” jill joked, sitting up on her elbows, her cheeks red from the heat of being between your thighs for as long as she just was, her nose and her lips shiny and sticky from your release and you were so sick for thinking she looked so darn good with your cum on her face.
you gulped, heat rushing into your cheeks at her words. “just a little sore.” you mumbled shyly, like you weren’t just seated on her face.
“a little sore hm? come here for me..” jill gestured for you to come closer to her. “you think you can just rest without returning the favour?”
jill smirked and brushed your hair away from your face, brushing two fingers against your hardened nipples.
“i know you can’t handle me sitting on your face… i’m afraid i’d break you entirely… but you have fingers don’t you?”
she says in a suggestive tone, grabbing your nipple into her mouth, your eyes closing at the sensation, your hands going into her hair as a moan escaped you.
jill took your hand and brought it near her panties.
then she pulled away with a pop, her blue eyes staring into yours so intensely. “now be a good girl and touch me.”
oh boy you’re screwed.
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I’m Always Here - Part 1
Travis Kelce x Reader
Use of Y/N
Warnings: alcohol, language, arguing, Travis being a little shithead ( I think that’s it)
Word Count: 1088
A/N: this is a co-author story. My co-author doesn’t have a tumblr so she can’t be tagged but she is amazing. This is part of a series I have no clue how long the series will be but here is part one.
We are currently working on part five so i’ll try to get parts 2-4 posted as well. Hopefully I will be able to post a new part once a day (hopefully).
So enjoy part one of I’m Always Here
It was around one am when Y/N heard the garage door open and close. She put down the glass of wine on the coffee table. She had just put her three year old daughter, Avery, to bed. She saw Travis come stumbling in. 
“Have a good time?” she asked sarcastically. He stopped knowing he was caught red handed. 
“I know where you were Travis,” she took a sip from the glass. 
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Travis said. 
“Don’t fucking lie to me Travis.”
“I was just out with the guys celebrating the win.”
“Travis, I am not even gonna argue with you and cause a fight.” 
“I’m not trying to start anything.”
“Yeah sure you are, by coming home drunk! It’s all you ever are anymore.”
“No it’s not. I didn’t last night.”
“I didn’t even see you last night. So how do I know you weren’t?” she said, starting to yell.
“Y/N”
“No! Travis! You're not doing this to me! I’ve defended you many times! Every damn time people say I’m naive or stupid!”
Travis looked at her. “I never fucking asked you to defend me.”
“Do not yell at me. You will wake up your daughter and I just got her back to sleep.”
“I am getting tired of you telling me when I can go out with my friends and teammates and when I can’t”
“Travis, we are not in college anymore. We have a three year old daughter. I need you. She needs you. We need you in our lives. I don’t want to be with someone who clearly doesn’t want to man up.”
“Tomorrow morning pack your shit and leave with Avery.”
“You can’t be serious Travis.” 
“If you are gonna say that I don’t want to be Avery’s dad, then I don’t need to be.”
“Travis, that is not what I’m fucking saying. I just need you to be there. I can’t do this on my own.”
“Well now you are on your own. I never asked to have a child. I never asked to do this.”
“You made the decision to be a father when we slept together.”
“I’ll sleep downstairs on the couch. I don't want to be in the same room as you.”
“Travis, please come upstairs.”
“Why Y/N? You and I are over. I can’t keep being harassed by you to stay home and to raise a child I didn’t ask for.”
“I didn’t ask for her either. But here I am. I stepped up. I am having to be two parents because you won’t step up.”
That next morning Y/N woke up and grabbed hers and Avery’s bags. She put them in the suv she got herself. Y/N got Avery sleeping in the car seat. She got in the driver's seat and started the car heading to her parents. Y/N didn’t even know what to think. She was shocked about the effect of the night. All she wanted was for Travis to take responsibility not for her to be driving to her parents to be a single parent. She pulled into her parents driveway an hour later. 
“Y/N?” her mom said from the front porch.
Y/N parked her car and got Avery out of the car. “Grammy,” Avery said as she ran towards her grandma. 
“Hi, mom,” Y/N said.
“What are you guys doing here?” 
“Travis and I are not together anymore.” She told her mom. 
“What?”
“We got in an argument last night. I asked him to step up and be a father and he said he didn’t want her and told me to leave. So I did.”
“Honey.”
“Mom, I don’t want sympathy.”
“Honey, he hurt you.”
“I don’t need him.”
“Baby,”
“Mom I’m gonna just get Avery down to nap and think about everything.”
“I can get her down. You figure out what you are gonna do.”
“Ok.”
It had been a couple hours of Y/N mindlessly scrolling trying to find an apartment. She actually found a house within a budget that she could afford. Y/n owned a business and it was paying off. Y/n put an offer on the house and it was accepted almost immediately. Y/n headed to the kitchen, in her parents house, she immediately saw her father sitting at the kitchen table. 
“Hey dad, you still have Travis’ phone number right?” she asked. “I’m, I believe so. Why what’s up sweetie?” 
“I need you to call him and ask if I can come by and get the test of my stuff.”
“Oh yeah I’ll give him a call.”
“Thanks dad.”
Y/n walked up stairs to her bedroom and got ready to go to sleep. 
1 Month Later
Travis saw a newer car pull in and didn’t know who it was. Until Y/n got out. She looked good and began walking up the driveway. 
“Hey Y/N how are you? Where’s Avery?”
“I’m fine Kelce. She’s with my parents. Can you just unlock the door so I can get my stuff and leave?” He opened the door and she walked in. 
“Where’s my stuff? You said you had it all ready by the door for me.”“It’s over there.”
“Thanks” she grabbed the boxes and walked out the door. 
“I’m signing my rights over to you. I don’t want to see her. I don’t need to see her. Good luck, I'll send you money each month for her.” Y/n started to tear up, but quickly got in her car where Travis couldn’t see her. She starts the car and Sam's name  pops up on the screen. She answered. 
“Hey.” She tried to sound cheery.
“What’s wrong baby?” Sam said.
“I’m just glad that I'm leaving Travis. He is just rude to me and he doesn’t want to be a dad. He said he is going to sign his rights over.”
“That’s just…”
“Sam, can you meet me at the house?”
“Yeah I’ll be there as soon as possible.”Y/n drives back to her apartment already seeing Sam and Avery playing outside at the playground. Y/n walks over to them. 
“Thanks for getting Avery. You didn’t have to,” y/n said, eyes still red and puffy from crying. She sniffled, causing Avery to look at her. 
“What’s wrong Mama?” Avery asked as she ran over and gave her mom a hug. 
“I’m fine honey.”
“Then why are you crying mama?”
“I was just upset, baby girl. But I’m ok now.” 
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jaydizzel2844 · 5 months
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Marie x Jordan Drabble
No. 6
Hanging out with Jordan is always fun, which ever form they take. André never got peoples hang up over the gender thing was, Jordan was cool either way.
But he’ll admit that they’re easier to carry back to campus drunk off their ass when they’re a girl.
Him and Luke were easily able to hold up Jordan between them and with Cate to open doors and shit getting Jordan back to their dorm room was easy.
There was one small hiccup.
“Noooo, I wanna say good night to my beautiful amazing girlfriend with the best ass ever first .” Jordan whined.
“Buddy it’s 3am, she’s asleep you can talk to her in the morning.” Luke tried to reason with them as they got to the courtyard outside side of the dorms.
“Also your obsession with her ass is a little concerning.” Andre added.
The four of them had gone clubbing. It was a last minute plan and it wasn’t meant to be an original four night out but the other three were busy. Sam had an important assignment for his puppeteering class and Marie and Emma already had plans for a roommates movie night.
Andre probably should have realised that that meant Jordan would be fourth wheeling him, Luke and Cate leading to the shapeshifter spending most of the time out at the bar doing shots with the new friends they’d made while the 3 of them were being throuple-y.
But they all had a good night regardless and hopefully Jordan won’t have too bad of a hangover tomorrow.
“No it’s not. And she might not be asleep,” Jordan slurred out. “She was having a movie night, those can go pretty late.”
The look in Jordan’s eyes was too hopeful Andre couldn’t help it.
“Alright I’ll text her.”
“Thank you, thank you thank you. I just want to say good night and that I love her.”
“Whoa what? Is the first time you’re saying the L word?” Cate exclaimed, stopping the 4 of them from going any further.
“Lesbians?” Jordan asked, confused.
“No, love.” Luke explained “fuck you are way too drunk.”
“Oh sorry, yes I love her but I haven’t told her yet. I’m going to do it tonight.” Jordan looked so proud of themselves.
“No you are not,” Cate told them firmly. “Not when you’re too drunk to stand up on your own.”
“But..”
“She’s right dude,” Andre interrupted. “You got to make shit like that romantic, like recreate your first date or something.”
“I should recreate getting shitfaced at Dusty’s?”
“No,” Luke said with a laugh. “The dinner you two went out for the week after that. At the Korean place off campus. Or do something else romantic. Basically do tell her but not tonight.”
“Ok, can I still tell her good night?” Jordan’s big brown eyes were impossible to say no to.
“If she’s up.” Andre said pulling out his phone.
To Marie🩸
U up?
Jordan wants to say good night
From Marie🩸
Yeah ?
Are they ok?
To Marie🩸
Yep just drunk
We’ll swing by your room in 5
From Marie🩸
Cool
Actually I’ll met you at their room
Don’t want to wake Emma
—-
“When did you know you loved her?” Cate asked as they entered the dorm building and headed for the elevator. Getting Jordan to their room was going a lot quicker now that they knew Marie was waiting for them there.
“Um, she was giving me a blowjob..”
“How romantic.” Cate interrupted.
“Fuck off, anyway I switched during it by accident. I thought I majorly fucked up, like totally freaked her out but I didn’t. She just kept going. And I just knew then and there that she wanted all of me, exactly as I am and she makes me feel so happy and good about myself and I’ve never been in love before but I’m pretty sure that this is it.”
“Ok that’s a bit romantic.” Cate admits at they got out of the elevator on Jordan’s floor.
“Thank you.”
Marie was waiting for them at Jordan’s doom in slippers and a hoodie that Cate is pretty sure belongs to Jordan over her pyjamas.
Once Jordan saw her they slipped out of Luke and Andre’s arms and staggered into Marie’s.
“You got it from here or do you need help getting them into bed?” Luke asked.
“No I got it, thanks.” Marie said as she opened the dorm room door while Jordan nuzzled into her neck. “Goodnight”
***
Drunk Jordan was compliant if a bit cuddly so getting them into their pyjamas and into bed wasn’t too difficult.
“Sorry I didn’t come out tonight, it looks like you had a lot of fun.” Marie said as she helped Jordan sit on the bed so she could untie their shoes.
“Nah, it’s cool. You have fun with Emma?”
“Yep, we watched mean girls and a few other classics that’s she was horrified that I hadn’t seen yet. You?”
“Yep, it was so fun. So many shots, maybe too many.” Jordan got up and wrapped their arms around Marie, one hand sliding down to her ass before stopping. “Do you mind that I do that?”
“What?” Pulling out of Jordan’s arms so she could take their shirt off and replace it with a pyjama top.
“Me putting my hands on your ass, like you’ve joked about it a few times and Andre says I’m obsessed but does it bother you?” Jordan looked so concerned as Marie was undoing their belt.
She smiled to herself. “I don’t mind it, kind of like it to be honest.”
“Really?” They asked with so much relief and hope on their face that Marie couldn’t help but kiss them before getting back to taking their jeans off.
“Yeah, I’m been pretty unwanted all my life but I’m never insecure about you wanting me because you make it so obvious that you do, through ass grabbing.” Marie said with a laugh “you also make it clear that you enjoy spending time with me and are an all round amazing partner. Plus I know I have a great ass, I’d be offended if you didn’t appreciate it.”
Once Jordan was in their bed Marie pulled off her hoodie and slippers and joined them.
“It was really cool to hang out with they guys, even if I was fourth wheeling.” Jordan said cuddling into her side. “They give good advice.”
“Like what?” Marie asked as she started to doze off.
“They said not to tell you that I love you when I’m drunk. I’m gonna do it over dinner, make it romantic.”
Marie was suddenly wide awake while Jordan was out like a light. She just about managed to stop her self from jumping for joy or something equally as embarrassing and likely to wake up her partner.
‘Jordan loves me,’ she thought to herself self as she closed her eyes to go to sleep. ‘And I love them too.’
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Can we get ex-barracksbunny Simon from your TikTok to finally give Johnny that one chance to treat him so good?
It would be criminal to not answer this lmao. In my brain, this is og soapghost but y’all can view it how you want
Ghost sighed softly as Soap started up again. 
“Come on, LT. Bet I can treat you better than anyone else.” Soap sounded so confident. Ghost was well aware the only reason he kept pushing is because Ghost hadn’t actually said no. If he did, Soap would stop. 
“Don’t think you can MacTavish.”
“You two aren’t on a private line.” Gaz cut in. “Just thought I’d say that.”
“Fuck off, Gaz. Simon, you could at least check for yerself?”
Ghost could hear Price taking a deep breath to scold Soap on how what he was doing was borderline sexual harassment. 
“Alright. You act good on this mission, I’ll give you a chance.” 
Price started coughing, choking on his words.
Soap very slowly, accent thick as honey, “What sir?”
“Don’t get coy now. We’ll talk later. But only if this mission is handled well with no injuries.”
Soap was a goddamn angel. Every order executed with precision. 
Price looked so mad about it. 
After their debrief, Ghost went to his room, planning on a shower. He noticed his shadow quickly.
“Johnny. You’re taking me to dinner first. Tomorrow.  Unfortunately for you, I’ve gotten slightly higher standards.”
“I get to have dinner with you?” Soap followed him, looking at him like he hung the stars. Ghost rolled his eyes.
“Johnny, I’m already going to sleep with you. Now fuck off.” He hit the back of his head. “I’m going to get cleaned up.”
“Will you be taking the mask off?”
“You’ll find out.” Ghost closed the door. 
In all honesty, Johnny’s simp behavior had zero to do with Ghost saying yes. It had been four years since he got laid. After getting captured and... everything that came with it, he just hadn’t wanted to.
His therapist had suggested two days ago that he was touch starved. Normally, he’d brush it off as dumb as hell, but he matched all the symptoms. He was pretty sure she hadn’t meant have sex with the nearest person, but casual touch didn’t seem like enough. 
In his past, he slept around a bunch. It had felt nice. Gave him connection. Was a lot easier than trying to fumble through conversation. 
Who knows. Maybe Soap would be good. At the very least, they’d be pressed against each other for a few minutes. Hopefully Soap had some stamina. 
He texted him. “Dress up nice and pick the place.”
“You got it, LT. Just keep looking pretty.”
Bitch.
Ghost did dress up nice though. As nice as he could. Plain black shirt, nicer black trousers, his ski mask. 
Soap had flowers when he opened the door. Carnations. 
Ghost stared at them for a second before taking them and setting them on his desk. “Thank you.” 
Soap smiled at him and walked with him, immediately talking like it was any other day. Ghost was actually pretty thankful for it, even though he didn’t admit. They were pretending they were just hanging out. Like normal. 
Soap had picked a pretty nice place, catching Ghost off guard. “One check, please.” He told them ahead of time. Ghost tilted his head but let it go.
“So why did you want to have dinner first? Not that I’m complaining.” Soap said the second part quickly, hands going up.
“I didn’t want it to feel like a cheap one night stand afterwards.” Ghost glanced at him. “I have to work with you. I’d like to be able to pretend I respect you in the morning.” He was teasing, moving closer. “Do you mind that much?”
“No. I like that I’m getting to spend time with you.” Soap smiled at him. 
Bastard. 
Simon felt stupid butterflies in his stomach. He squashed them. 
When the food came, he lifted his mask up only slightly. Soap openly stared at him. His eyes traced every feature he could see. 
Ghost started eating a bit quicker. He didn’t normally like being observed but something about the way Soap stared at him made him feel particularly weak. 
Soap smiled softly at him and they kept talking. 
It wasn’t until much later that Soap made a comment about the thing. 
“So... You really let them call you Pretty Boy Riley?”
Ghost blushed and unfortunately Soap could see it this time. “Yes. I did for a while... When I first joined the military, it was my first time away from my family. It was... I had never really got a chance to be out and then suddenly I was not only out but surrounded by a bunch of men who were interested. It’s why I slept around so much.”
Soap smiled at him, seeming genuinely interested. “Makes sense. I came out in secondary school. It was a bit different then.”
Ghost hummed. “Hard to imagine you as a teen.”
“I was a football player too. If you can imagine.” Soap laughed, taking another drink. They’d both went nonalcoholic for today. Probably a smart choice. “I bet you were a theater kid.”
“Nope. In a band.” Ghost laughed. “I was the bassist.” 
“No fucking way. Still play?”
“Haven’t tried it in years, but I could always try to pick up again.” It had been fun. “We were awful before you ask. My brother was the singer. He had my dad’s voice.” 
“Wasn’t your dad in a band?”
“As a drummer.” 
Soap laughed immediately and paid. He drove them since he “didn’t trust Ghost behind the wheel” for some reason. Ghost didn’t really like driving so he rolled with it, enjoying getting to sit passenger. 
Soap’s hand fell on his thighs and he stared, a little taken back. Ghost was ushered into Soap’s room. 
He expected there to be an awkward pause. For Soap to realize what he was doing, but then he was lifting Ghost’s masks up to just above his nose and kissing him hard. His hands were on Ghost’s hips, backing him up. 
“Simon. Can I take the mask off?”
His mouth was too dry to form words so he just nodded. Soap pulled it off of him. 
“I see why they called you pretty.”
“I’m sure the scars are pretty ghastly. Try not to look at them myself.” 
“Still a bonnie even with them, Si. Always will be.” Soap pressed his hands against his chest and Ghost fell willingly, hitting the bed. Luckily it was one of the nicer ones. 
Soap’s mouth was on his neck before he could really think, pinning him down. 
“Told you, Lt. Best you’ve ever had.”
“Cocky.” Ghost spat out but it ended up more of a whine thanks to Soap tugging his hair. They undressed each other in record timing and Soap just wouldn’t stop kissing him, holding his face with his hands running all over him. 
Soap pulled away. “Are you okay if I...” His hands slid between Ghost’s thighs, being... gentle.
Ghost stared at him, finding it a little hard to breath. “Yes. Keep going.” 
Soap nodded and reached under his pillows to grab a bottle of lube. It was half empty and Ghost shoved down any feelings that gave him. He watched him coat his fingers before gently pushing his first finger into him.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
“Been a while.” Ghost hummed, feeling his face flush. “Should’ve prepped beforehand...” 
“Nah, I like this part.” Soap grinned at him and started to kiss along his jaw. “I’ll return the favor later, yeah?”
“Who says we’re doing this again?” 
“I’m sure you can handle a couple of rounds tonight, right?” Soap kissed him and Ghost relaxed, letting him fit another. The stretch was... fuck it was great. Their chests were pressed together and all he could think about was how warm Soap was. 
Ghost groaned at the third one and he felt Soap’s tongue lick its way into his mouth. He grabbed the headboard, panting.
“Okay, enough. Come on, show me a good time, Sergeant.”
“That an order?” Soap teased as he pulled away. He was still being gentle as he moved him around, lining up. He reached up and grabbed Ghost’s hand. “Just squeeze if you need a break, okay?”
Ghost nodded, though he thought it was a bit silly, and held his hand tighter. Soap leaned over him so their lips were almost touching as he pushed in. 
Ghost groaned before whimpering. Soap paused, looking stunned he managed to get that sound out of him.
“I swear to God Johnny, keep moving.” 
Soap immediately started to push in again as he marked up Ghost’s neck and his shoulders. “How did you hide the hickeys?”
“Never let them make them. You’re special.” Ghost grabbed Soap’s hair and tugged him back down when he went to pull away. “Keep making them.” 
Soap bit him hard and thrust into him, Ghost scrambling at his shoulders with his free hand. He adjusted them slightly and slammed into again, making Ghost whine. Ghost was just about to say some sharp retort when Soap found it, hitting his sweet spot hard. 
Ghost saw stars, moaning softly. He squeezed Soap’s hand hard to ground himself and almost beat the man when he paused.
“Please.” 
Soap didn’t need anymore than that. He started to thrust in hard, hitting the spot over and over again. Ghost’s legs went around his hips as he moved, kissing Ghost every chance he got. 
“Johnny.”
“I got you Simon. What do you need?”
“Just keep doing this.” Simon bit Johnny’s lower lip and made eye contact with him. His hips continued to snap right into Ghost’s who was loving the treatment. Soap’s chest was also very nice to stare at and he got to run his hand over it, feeling the hard muscles under soft skin.
Before long, Ghost couldn’t seem to shut up. Moaning and whimpering as Soap hit that spot over and over again. He kept his eyes closed and felt his legs start to shake. A pressure was building his core and he knew he was going to have to take Soap up on the multiple rounds because he didn’t want this to end yet. 
Soap noticed. No clue how, but the fucker knew and he sped up. His hand bruised Ghost’s hips and he purred when Ghost scratched down his back. It was all so much. Too much. The skin to skin contact made him feel half insane already. 
Ghost pulled him down for a kiss and came, squeezing Soap’s hands so hard he thought he’d hurt him. He shuddered and buried his face in Soap’s neck, feeling warmth spread through him as Soap came too.
“Sorry, i should’ve worn a condom or asked or..” Ghost shut him up by kissing him. 
“Not the best but you’re up there. Your technique needs work.” Ghost flopped back. “You’re a quick learner. I’m sure you can figure it out with experience.”
“Experience? So we are doing this again.”
“If you want...”
“Knew you like me LT.” 
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sowhumpshaped · 9 days
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Sleepless
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content: sleep deprivation, robot whumperee, existential dread
No matter how much Szoren tossed and turned, he didn’t seem to be able to sleep. His superiors wanted him to be well-rested while doing nothing to make his days restful. His future looked… bleak, at best.
What the fuck was he supposed to look forward to? Another soul-sucking day in the lab? Another secret assignment? Another murderbot to constantly be looking over his shoulder?
Sometimes he wished the dozens of robots he’d made would just take over and run things their way — unless, of course, that included getting rid of all the humans on the spaceship. In that case, Szoren did not want them to take over.
But other than that, how much worse could it get?
Szoren jolted upright at the sound of a knock on his bedroom door. It was way too late for any visitors, but it most definitely wasn’t his imagination. He’d definitely heard someone knock.
“Sir?”
Zaps?
“It’s late,” he said quietly, but hopefully loud enough for Zaps to pick up. “Go back to the sleep area.”
Szoren could hear it shuffle about on the other side of the door, and then the sound of his bedroom door slowly sliding open. He pulled the blanket tighter around his body, embarrassed to be caught in his pyjamas, even by a robot.
“Zaps! Get out!”
“I can’t seem to be winding down, sir.” It tried to match his quiet tone, more or less succeeding. “I seem to be experiencing a lot of ‘thoughts’. There’s really no input — nobody is around to give me orders. And yet there’s a lot of output.”
An overthinker robot. That was just what Szoren needed in the dead of night.
“Zaps, just go switch yourself off.” He sure wished he could just do that.
“I don’t want to.”
Szoren furrowed his brows. “What— I don’t care. Go switch yourself off, please. We’ll discuss it tomorrow, just report for maintenance.”
“Do you switch yourself off when you can’t seem to rest?” Zaps asked. “I know there is medication for such a thing.”
“I— no! But that doesn’t matter! I go to sleep when I’m told—”
“You’re not asleep right now, sir.”
“Because you woke me!”
“False. I could hear your erratic, very much awake breathing from the other side of the door.” It tilted its head to the side. “You lie a lot, sir.”
Szoren pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Okay, I wasn’t asleep. I can’t sleep either. What do you want?”
“I don’t want to be alone,” Zaps said. “Maybe we could each share what is keeping us from entering sleep mode.”
“Zaps…”
“Or not. Maybe I can just stay in the corner.”
“I don’t want you to watch me sleep.”
Szoren watched as the enormous machine stilled, then seemingly made its decision. “Yes, sir. I’ll go back to the sleep area, then.”
“Thank you, Zaps.”
“Of course, sir.”
Szoren shivered after the bedroom door had closed behind the robot, the idea of being watched in his most vulnerable state making a shiver run down his spine. What an awful idea. What an awfully strange thing for a robot to ask.
Why couldn’t Zaps enter sleep mode? Why was it acting so off all the time?
Szoren lay back down and tried to sleep, but the way Zaps was staring at him kept him up for the rest of the night. He kept startling himself awake by thinking he’d heard another knock, or the door opening without his permission.
What a stupid, stupid predicament.
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tags: @whumpsday @echo-goes-mmm @sariadragon @whimpity-whumpity @fleur-a-whump
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red-write-hand · 4 months
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Frustration
pairing -> thomas shelby x f!oc (tony bentini)
word count -> 3.5k
warnings -> sexual frustration, dirty thoughts, modernized peaky blinders, dirty texting, tony bentini's great thighs, dom/sub themes, table sex, dirty talk, dirty pet names dumification (if you squint), praise, fingering
notes -> this is not a part two to ‘worship him’, this is a different one shot. i’ll make the part two soon, i promise!
reblogs, comments, and likes are much appreciated! this writer *points to the writer, curled up in a pile of blankets while watching the 2013 Gatsby* is a lil tired, be nice to them :]
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Being sexually frustrated wasn't a good look on Tony Bentini. It made her be on edge and it hindered her focus. It wasn’t that her relationship was devoid of pleasure, but Tommy had been working much later into the night during the past couple weeks. This usually wasn’t a big deal, except for the fact that it left her feeling very satisfied. Her fingers could only do so much for her. She was never able to make it feel like it was his fingers deep inside her.
Of course she wasn’t giving up so she brought herself to her climax but it just didn’t feel as satisfying as when he did it. Maybe it was the way he would kiss her right afterwards, maybe it was the way his eyes seemed charged with some aphrodisiac energy. Like all he wanted to do was pull orgasms out of her, one after another, until she was thoroughly fucked out. She sat at her desk in her office that sat, lofted above her factory floor. She had been trying to read a document one of her business partners had sent her but her thoughts were on her tightly crossed legs and on her husband almost thirty minutes away. She recrossed her legs and tried to dispel the images in her mind. Hands running down thighs, glistening fingers, cornflower blue eyes, marks on her thighs, arched backs, dirty phrases in hoarse Romani, hair hastily pulled back so as not to interfere with making her husband feel good. She huffed and leaned back in her leather desk chair. She wasn't going to be able to get any work done at this rate. She needed him too much. Not that she’d let him know that. Then again, she did start pondering whether she should text him, see if he was able to have her jump on the tube to come see him. She lolled her head back and let it rest staring at the ceiling. She needed to do something but what exactly?
She didn’t want to get herself off in her own office, for fear of staining the furniture. She didn’t want to go to her husband, as he was probably working. What was she to do? She groaned and came to terms with the fact she would probably have to wait until she got home to do anything substantial, so for the time being, she would rub her thighs to create some idea of friction and just wait it out. Forced patience was also not a good look on Tony Bentini. She plugged in her earbuds and started blasting music to take her mind off her slightly soaked panties. She bobbed her head along to the music as she got work done, hoping this would be enough to let her have some peace from her lingering need for her gorgeous husband. It seemed that the universe just didn’t want her to have a peaceful day as she got a text from just the person she was trying not to think about.
How’s your day been going, my darling wife whom I love so much <;3
She sighed and kicked her feet up on the corner of her desk. She gave in to the universe. Maybe she could do all this work tomorrow. No, she totally could do all this work tomorrow.
I mean, besides being kinda lonely, perfectly fine. How’s your day been, my amazing husband whom I desire dearly?
She giggled as she sent the text. Hopefully, he would pick up on the fact that she needed him. They say it's better for a couple to be open with each other but sometimes it's more fun to have a bit of a chase, isn't it?
She recrossed her legs for the third time, it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable to be wearing pants, even though her pants were very baggy. She had bought them so they wouldn’t be super tight and revealing. Apparently, the super tight part was her own fault, damn her thick thighs. On the upside, Tommy did adore them. He loved holding them as he ate her out while she whimpered and whined for him to let her fall off that ledge that made her feel oh so good. She knew how much he liked when she sat in his lap, her thighs were the perfect size to fit on him without spilling over the edge. She knew that he loved leaving marks on them as much as possible, in the only place only he would see them, he liked doing things like that. It was like an inside joke for them, something only they knew was there. As much as liked being shown off as his, she loved having those things that only they knew. They sent a few innocuous texts back and forth but then she decided that she was going to play the odds.
Been thinking about you all day. Barely gotten anything done. It’s all your fault. <3
She knew this would either go flirty or sickeningly sweet. She could do both but oh how she wanted him to come and whisk her back to their big plush white bed. As if she could hear him chuckling from miles away,
Why do I feel like you’re feeling a little needy, my dear?
She laughed and bit her tongue so as not to make too much noise. She thought about thousands of things she could send to him but she settled on teasing him, at least she would get punished if she got him hot and bothered. What was that old saying about shooting for the moon and ending up in the stars? She smirked as her fingers flew over her keyboard.
Was I being too obvious that my panties are soaked? Or are you just so very perceptive?
Oh she was in for it now. Too late to back out. She then turned her phone off. No answering any of his texts. No nothing. She would leave him with that and nothing else. She was taking too much pleasure in this. She smiled mischievously. She opened her computer and started to do actual work, as she had satiated her naughty side for now. She opted to ignore her now fully soaked panties for her regular spreadsheets that she had meant to work on today. Much later, her eyes flashed up to the clock at the top of her screen. 8:16. Great! This means she could hop in her cherry red corvette and drive back to Arrow House and prepare dinner, satisfy herself until Tommy came home, then have dinner with her loving husband who loved her so very much! Except she hadn’t planned for when she came home, a very expectant looking Tommy leaning on the banister of the big dark oak stairs. He took a drag of his cigarette that had been hanging from his lips. 
“Teasin’ me like that while I’m at work. Didn’t think a good girl like you had it in you.” His voice was gruff with a slight teasing edge to it, his thick Birmingham accent just tying it all up perfectly. Obviously, he was being a bit ironic, as both of them knew she was far from being what a stereotypical ‘good girl’ was. In fact, she was counting on the fact that he knew she wasn’t good to begin with. Her heels clicked on the wood paneled floor as she slowly walked up to her husband. She ran a finger down his right jacket lapel, gently caressing the edge of it. 
“Who ever said I was trying to be good? Definitely not me.” She felt his hands wander and finally alight on her hips, which then became a much more dominant touch. She smiled as she kissed down his jaw. Her hands had been ghosting his chest as his were traveling down her back. She was delaying what she knew was coming next. She knew exactly what he was about to say. She did deserve it, but she was no bland bottom, she could be a bit of a brat if need be.
“You do know that you deserve to be punished for teasing me. Then not answering any of my texts. That’s two. Then not doing anything about those–” She felt his knee brush against her crotch, knowing exactly what he was checking for.
“Still very soaked panties of yours. You’ve always been so good with your hands Tony, why not deal with your own problem?” She could hear the slight growl of dominance in his voice. Her smirk only grew from there. She flashed her big gray eyes at him, she made them look all innocent. She hoped it looked like she would never do such a horrid thing. Her Irish accent never really gave way to anything vaguely innocent sounding but she tried. 
“But it won’t feel as good as yours does. Your fingers…just feel–” She leaned close to his ear as she moaned the last two words. 
“So good…” She could feel him getting hard. Since they were so close, she could feel him start to harden against her thigh. She brought a hand up to play with the back of his hair. She was intentionally trying to be sweet to see how long both of them could last until one broke. She was Tony Bentini, she never lost at anything. She gave a last lingering kiss on the sharp corner of his jaw before dropping her coat off and walking into the kitchen. She almost forgot to kick off her heels. He chuckled and brushed them to the side with his foot as she had kicked them off in the middle of the corridor. He followed her into the kitchen where she started preparing dinner. He knew that she was doing this to get out of her punishment, so he waited, like a cat. She was humming along with a song as she cooked. He leaned against the marble island behind her. He recognized what she was humming as she came to the chorus. It was ‘Gimme More’ by Britney Spears. His sister Ada had had the worst Britney phase when she was younger. Tony had gotten a kick out of the fact that every Shelby boy knew every word to every popular Britney Spears song from the first couple notes. She flitted around the kitchen, gathering supplies and making sure everything was perfect. Once she stopped for a full second, he snaked his arms around her waist and held her fast to chest. 
“Just because you moved locations and now you’re cooking doesn’t mean you get out of your punishment. I could just take you on my marble countertops and you know that you would beg for it just the same. You would still be a blushing and moaning mess under me while I make you cum.” Blush started to bloom on her cheeks and she turned her head just a little to not show him how much his words affected her.
“I know you’re blushing. I know that my words are affecting you. You know that you’ve been a bad girl, not taking care of yourself then not letting me do it all day.” He started to pull her jacket off her. She shrugged it off and pulled her tie off too. He chuckled. He would usually be worried why she wasn’t talking but right now, he knew that if she tried to speak, her voice would be all cracked and breathy. He smirked and didn’t mention that she was dropping her clothes on his kitchen floor. She was down to her blouse and pants.
“You’re eager for someone who doesn’t want to lose. Do you want me inside you that badly?” She knew he was riling her up and she knew that she shouldn’t care but oh, how well it was working. She laughed and kept preparing dinner with a serene expression on her face, or at least that's what she hoped was on her face. She could still feel his arms around her waist, his amazing fingers fiddling at the buttons closest to her waistband. She giggled and kissed the top of his head. He smirked, knowing that she was trying to make him all soft and gooey so she could get her release, but he wasn’t to lose either. He started to nip and bite at her neck. He was going to win. He was sure of it.
“You’re holding up well for a pretty slut who wants me so badly that she’s practically leaking.” He kissed right under her ear, his Birmingham accent thick and infectious. It had made powerful women across the United Kingdom fall to their knees, he had perfected it for one unfortunate soul in particular, who by all accounts, was holding up rather well. Even though her knees had started to feel like jelly, she needed to stay strong. She sighed and put the chicken thighs in the oven and set it to 350 for one hour and thirty minutes. She turned to her husband with a fairly triumphant smile.
“I’ve got an entire hour and thirty minutes to myself now. I can now take care of myself.” She was intentionally not saying ‘Now you can take care of me!’ That sounded a little too desperate, which  she was but she wasn't about to tell him that. He chuckled, and with little effort, set her on the marble countertop. She smirked and crossed her legs teasingly, as if to say, ‘You aren’t going to win. I am.’ He cocked his eyebrows and tapped her top knee with two fingers. She pouted and uncrossed her legs, she was a lot of things but disobedient was not one of them. She uncrossed his legs and he stood between them. He ran his hands, teasingly, down the length of her torso. 
“So obedient. So put together for a good little whore. You know, it’s rather hot in ‘ere. I think you’d fare better if you didn’t have this on.” He had been unbuttoning her blouse as he hypnotized her with his words. His words that could move millions. His words that could bring queens to their knees. His words that could stop wars. She hung on every dropped consonant and every syllable he uttered. He pulled his blouse off fully which exposed the black lace bra she had on. He nipped right where he knew she was sensitive, which elicited such a pretty moan from her. 
“What a good slut. Wearing such revealing lingerie under your work clothes. What–a–good—whore.” He punctuated every word with another mark he left on her good sized chest. She had started to let out strangled noises as well as a hand going to his hair, trying to steer him to no avail. He stood back for a moment and she knew what he wanted from her. She tugged her pants off and the expensive material dropped to the floor, neither of them caring. She shivered as now she was just in a black lace lingerie set and nothing else. He ran a strong hand down her thighs. She whimpered as his fingers came closer to her completely soaked panties. He shook his head and tutted.
“Look what a mess you made in this pretty set. How long have you been waiting to be fucked dumb?” She stuttered. She couldn’t get words out to say anything. She felt his hand, usually so soft and gentle, now hard and commanding come up and tilt her jaw to look at him. 
“It would be wise to answer my question, my darling. Just because you’re my pretty wife does not exempt you from not answering when I ask things.” They both knew that she was much more than his pretty wife but currently, he was talking about who was right in front of him. Sitting on the counter wasn’t strong and powerful Tony Bentini, it was Thomas Shelby’s pretty wife who would do anything for him, which included sitting around and looking pretty for him. She smiled weakly. Her voice was breathy and was right on the edge of a whimper. 
“Almost two weeks.” She felt his hand move up her thigh as his other hand brought her face up to look at him. She flashed him her obedient gray eyes. His voice was commanding and dominant, but had that edge of teasing that she loved so much. 
“Two weeks, what?” He was teasing her even more now. She blushed and tried to instinctively rub her thighs but his hips stopped her efforts. She whined and tried again to the same result before she registered that she was supposed to say something. 
“Two weeks, what?” He repeated, to drive home a point. He had two fingers under her chin. His cornflower blue eyes bore into her gray ones. His with that touch of dominance to them and hers with that hint of submission.
“Two weeks, M-Mr. Shelby.” She stuttered out. She couldn’t steady her voice out at all. He nodded and gave her a sultry kiss. A kiss that lingered and gave her a fleeting taste to something that she wanted so badly. Something she knew she wasn’t getting until he was satisfied.
“I was going to make you get on your knees and put that pretty mouth to good use but I think a good girl like you who’s probably wound so tight-” He flicked a single finger over the soaked part of her panties. She let out a whimper and buried her face in his neck. She could hear him sigh and kiss her jaw. She could feel him bending her onto the cold counter. She didn’t even register that her panties were being gently pulled off her. She only felt his fingers glide down and dance exactly where she needed them to be.
“I do apologize for leaving you so needy. The company has been so swamped and I don’t trust anyone else to do any of the important work, but right now, it’s just us. I’m going to make you feel so good. I promise, my pretty little slut.” She bucked her hips immediately when she felt two of his slender fingers enter her. She let out a few broken moans when she heard his chuckle. He kissed her right under her sensitive chest.
“You’re so wet. So needy. So good for me.” He leaned over the countertop and kissed her as tenderly as he possibly could. He did want her to tell him when he had been forgetting to make her feel good. He would gladly skip work to fuck her stupid.
“O-Oh Mr. Shelby…” She had one of her hands behind her head to make sure she didn’t hurt herself. He kept pumping his fingers into her at a sickening pace that made her back arch, one climax after another. All while he whispered sweet nothings in Romani. She had lost track of how many times she had finished on his fingers when she heard him chuckle.
“I would say your punishment is to clean up the absolute mess you’ve made on my expensive counters but I think I've been too hard on you my darling. Let’s get you up to bed and clean you up. I’ll even clean you off myself then you can fall asleep in my arms.” She nodded sleepily. She heard him walk over to the oven and turned it off. He chuckled and walked back between her legs. He kissed one more time between guiding her legs around his waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He walked both of them up to their master bedroom and set her down gently in the tub in their spacious bathroom. He kissed her forehead and as he stripped her fully. 
After they had settled themselves in bed and she had come out of her Shelby-drunk stupor, she kissed his jaw.
“You know, I never did make you feel good. I’m supposed to be a good wife.” He laughed and kissed her hairline. His eyes were full of adoration and lust. A perfect combination for them.
“You’re a perfect wife. You still love me after I took your needs for granted for two weeks. I’m surprised how you’re even in my arms right now.” She giggled and squirmed a little to find a better position in his arms. He pulled her close and kissed her tenderly. Tender and full of love. Love with a dash of lust. Lust filled with all the love in the world. Her eyes were full of love and serenity.
“It’s because I’m such a good wife. The only woman who will put up with you.” He nipped at her neck for that comment. She laughed and they fell back into their normal rhythm. A joke, a flirt, an innuendo, a touch here, a touch there, a hand there, a shared hungry look. It was easy for them. Absolute peace. Absolutely perfect. 
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moonxmagix · 11 months
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My School Bully
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Pairing: Revenge Frank Iero x Fem Reader
CW: bullying, enemies to lovers, fucking
Summary: After months of anguish and bullying from Frank Iero, your bully, you’ve decided you’ve had enough. One run in with him and your whole world changes, for better or worse?
A/N: Wrote 8 pages on google docs lol.
I started at a new school in New Jersey, previously being from the south, I was nervous. I did have a more alternative style but had that country twang. I was hoping my style would make up for the voice but I don’t think it’ll work. I can’t stay silent for long. 
I timidly walked through the halls of my new school as people were friendly with one another. Seemed like everyone was already familiar with each other, which means it’s gonna be harder for me to make friends. Thankfully we had uniforms so if someone wanted to bully me they couldn’t bully me for how “emo” I dressed. 
I got to my locker and as I opened it a random boy popped out of it, I screamed. This guy had blonde and black hair, a nose piercing, a baggy uniform, and was rather short. He looked at me right in the eye with a smirk on his mischievous face. “Who’s this creature?” he said while his friends laughed, flicking his finger on my forehead. 
I let out an “Ow” and rubbed my head. I tried to ignore him but they persisted in bothering me, “Did you even wash your hair? Could fry a fucking egg with that shit,” they laughed. I hid my face from them with my locker door, but all he did was slam the door shut hitting me in the head. “Can you just stop?” I asked softly. 
“What was that little mouse?” he said, leaning down, cupping his ear to pretend he didn’t hear me. “Nothing..” I said quietly. After that he and his little posse walked away. I peered at them before I went to class and caught the strange boy staring at me. 
As soon as I got home I went online to see if I could find out who that guy was. I went to the school's Instagram page and scrolled through their followers list to see if I could find his name first. No luck, so I clicked on a random person's account and looked through their following and followers list, AHA! Found it. I clicked on his profile and scrolled through it, lots of music related stuff, skating, smoking, drinking, typical edgy teen kid stuff. I clicked on a photo to examine it more but accidentally double tapped on it. I panicked and immediately un-liked it, I just messed up big time and I knew I was going to pay for it. 
I threw my phone across the room and screamed into my pillow annoyed with myself. I’ll just go to bed and pray I don’t run into him tomorrow. 
The morning came quickly and I got myself ready, dreading the day ahead. I said bye to my dog before leaving and waited at the bus stop. There was only me standing there, using my hand to block the sun. Out of the corner of my eye I see a group of loud boys approaching. My eyes widened as I realized who they were, I put my hand to the other side of my face to hopefully shield their eyes from recognizing me. 
It worked and I was able to eavesdrop on their not very quiet conversations. 
“Someone has a crush!” one teased. 
“It’s not a crush! I just think she’s pretty. I can be mean to her and also think she’s pretty,” the one who sounded like Frank said. 
“You’ve done this before Frank, you’re mean to them and then you fuck em’,” they laughed. 
I got on the bus in a flash and found an empty seat next to a window. I stared out the window, shrinking myself down so I wouldn’t be seen. But, at the same time it felt like a giant arrow was pointing at me saying, “LOOK AT ME! I’M RIGHT HERE!” 
They all got onto the bus and walked past me, I sighed realizing I was safe. The bus ride went completely fine until I got off, I pushed past everyone so I could get away from them. Before I reached the entrance the back of my collar was being grabbed, I squealed. “Piggy got something to say?” Frank said in my ear. I shook my head no repeatedly. 
“Are you sure? Liking my instagram photos last night says otherwise, you stalker,” he said, throwing me to the ground. His friends walked past laughing at me as I tried to get myself off the ground. I went to my locker but made sure he wasn’t there and put my stuff away. I stood there for a moment and let a few tears fall from my eyes. I sniffled trying to pull myself together shortly before walking to my class. As I walked down the halls I saw Frank pass me and turn back to look at me. 
I made eye contact for a few seconds but felt more like minutes. He had a random girl wrapped around his arm who looked like she had been around. For a moment, for a hopeful moment it looked like he had an ounce of remorse on his face. I doubt it though. 
I was able to go through the day without any more problems. 
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Today the weather was nice and wasn’t terribly hot so I decided to walk to school. I saw no sign of  Frank and his posse. I made it to school in a great mood and headed to my locker, then again no sign of them. I thought it was strange and just thought that they skipped school or maybe he’s sick. 
It was weird that I was just expecting to get bullied and ready for it. I’m just glad they have not terribly hurt me, at least yet. Gym class arrived rather quickly and before it started the gym doors slammed open, here they fucking are. I  groaned and rolled my eyes as the teacher told us to gather around on the floor. 
All he told us to go get changed and what we’d be doing today. I hurried to the bathroom and got changed in a stall and not around everyone else because it was just…uncomfortable. At this school even though we had uniforms we were still able to wear “normal clothes” as  gym attire. 
I had a The Cure shirt and some black jean shorts, definitely not in dress code but the teacher is a creep so he lets it slide. I threw my hair up in a ponytail but quickly took it down realizing it could get pulled. Class officially started and we were playing dodgeball, great. The team leader was a popular girl named Emmy and…Frank. 
One by one they picked people and I was the last to be picked. The popular girl said my name hesitantly but I’m surprised she even knew it. We got started and Frank had his eyes on me the entire time, instantly he threw balls at me. And he threw them hard. I threw the balls right back at him not taking my eyes off him, the teacher caught on and said, “Hey you two lovebirds! Stop targeting each other, that’s not how you play.” 
I started targeting other people, getting them out easily. Frank on the other hand had no plans on trying to target others. For a second I saw him gather the others and whisper something to them. In a matter of seconds I was being attacked with balls. I fell to the floor guarding my face with my hands. 
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Lunch thankfully was right after gym and I was starving. I got in line and as I had my headphones in I felt my skirt lift. I swung my body around and saw Frank’s friend towering over me. He had black hair that was a lot longer than Franks. “The fuck do you want?” I said in my lil country accent. He laughed and smirked, “I’m just admiring you, that's all sugar,” I scoffed in disgust. 
“Come on, don’t ignore me like that,” he said, wrapping his arm around my waist. I tried removing his arm but he had a strong grip. “I don’t even know your name. Not to mention you and your little friends decided to team up against me during gym,” I said matter of factly. He dug his head in my neck, “It’s Gerard. And it’s nothing personal baby, don’t be such a prude,” he whined. I rolled my eyes, “Whatever,” I said, getting away soon as possible. 
I found a spot outside where I knew I wouldn’t be bothered. I let out a few tears but was rudely interrupted by THE ones. I was stiff and didn’t want to move like a possum playing dead in the road. If I didn’t move they didn’t see me, “We have to find her. I need to be around her,” Frank said. Was he talking about that one girl I saw? Did he have a girlfriend? Does his girlfriend not like me? I don’t even know this girl!
I heard my surroundings get quiet as I had my head on the table, my eyes on the ground below me. I saw feet sit at the table and my eyes widened, really? Fucking really? I thought to myself. “What’s wrong baby?” Gerard said to me pitifully, but he didn’t care. I know. 
He rubbed his hand on my back, I pushed his hand off me and lifted my head avoiding eye contact. “What the fuck do you want?” I said annoyed. “I just wanted to ask you something, that's all,” Gerard said. “Well?” I said with an attitude. 
“Do you wanna maybe go out with me? Y’know, be exclusive with the one and only,” he smirked. God he was a douche. I didn’t even respond and just looked at him with disgust, “I’m just kidding jeez! I don’t know a single person who would want to touch you with a 10ft pole.” His friends laughed in unison. 
“You just fucking did but you don’t wanna tell them that do you?” I said scoffing. “You gonna tell them?” I said, while his friends asked him what he did. He didn’t want to respond so I left. 
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It was the beginning of December now and the bullying never stopped. I was shoved in lockers, held against the wall, food and drinks thrown on me, pushed to the ground, bullying in the gym, them stalking my social media, etc. 
One day as I walked home I noticed Frank walking in front of me, I gasped and covered my mouth immediately taking a different turn. When I looked up from the ground Frank stood in front of me, “What the fuck do you want?” I said to him inches from his face. 
Frank smirked, “Wanted to see to my favorite punching bag.” My blood boiled and I saw red. I’m tired of being this “punching bag”. 
“Y’know what, Frank? I’m SICK of this,” I yelled. “The FIRST day at this pretentious shit school you tormented me. What did I ever do to you? Of course you just have to pick on the new girl,” I splurt out in a fit of rage. He stepped back and softened his gaze, he looked back at me with guilt and regret. “I don’t fucking know,” he said shaking his head. “I guess I just…I don’t know. I like you and thought you were pretty, I didn’t understand how to convey my emotions to you. You just seemed…different from everyone else,” he said tearfully. 
He got down on his knees in the snow, holding my hands. “I’m sorry Y/N. Please let me make it up to you,” he said begging. I sighed, biting my lip unsure what to do or say. “I need a little bit to think about this, I really do. I’m sorry I can’t give you an answer now,” I proclaimed, getting away as soon as possible. 
~^~^~^~^
Weeks went by as Christmas break was approaching. I still hadn’t said anything to Frank but anytime we had interacted he was beyond friendly. I saw him and the guys sitting at a table in the far corner, so I decided to go up to him. “Hey Frank,” I smiled nervously. 
“Hey,” he said, tone cautious. “I just wanted to thank you for apologizing to me. I appreciate it,” I said. He shrugged, “It’s nothing, I was such a jerk.” 
I stood there for a moment hesitant to talk, “I really admire your ability to change and admit you were wrong. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m here.” I smiled, giving him a hug. Before he could say anything I left, my cheeks were bright red and hot. 
Later that day I texted Frank on Instagram:
Me: hey sorry for leaving so abruptly earlier 
He replied within minutes. 
Frank: it’s no worries, i’m sorry for not saying much
Me: Do you wanna hang out this weekend? Just us? 
Frank: Can I come over now? I’m already on my way
Me: what? I mean go ahead but my room is a lil messy
Before I knew it Frank was knocking at my door, I shoved the stuff that was on my floor into my closet and vigorously brushed my hair out. I ran to the door as fast as I could and opened it smiling, he embraced me in a tight hug. 
I led him up to my room, “Sooo, this is my room,” I showed him around. I stood in front of my bed and Frank pushed me onto the bed, hovering over me. “Wha-” I began to speak but was cut off by Frank pressing his lips to mine. It took me a couple seconds to adjust under his kiss but I wrapped my arms around his neck. 
“I’ve waited so long to do this, Y/N,” he said, lifting my shirt up. “Just shut up and fuck me,” I said to him which made him blush and push his hips into me harder. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans. 
Our clothes came off in a matter of seconds and Frank was shoving his fingers inside of me. The way he worked his fingers in and out of me made my hips buck and head go back. I moaned his name and just prayed hoping no one was home. “God you’re so hot Y/N,” he said, shoving his mouth into my soaking wet cunt. 
“Frank, fuck me, please,” I begged. “You dirty girl,” he said with a chuckle. He grabbed me forcing me into a doggy position, he grabbed my hair pulling hard. He slammed himself into me making me scream in pleasure, it was like all the anger he had was being taken out on my pussy. He flipped me over into missionary and slowly shoved his entire cock inside me, going slow. 
He stopped and started fucking me rougher, “Frank you feel so fucking good,” I moaned. “Is that right baby? Does daddy feel good?” he groaned in my ear. He stared at me right in the eyes, am I kinda glad he bullied me? I mean, if he didn’t I wouldn’t be getting the best dick around. 
I came several times on his cock and he finally came all over my boobs. We both got cleaned up and I got curled up in bed. “Are you staying the night?” I asked, hoping he’d say yes. “Of course I am, how could I leave you after that?” he smiled. He turned the lights off and got in bed with me. I was the little spoon and he was the big spoon. 
He nuzzled his neck right into my neck leaving small kisses, “Can I ask you something?” he said. “Always,” I replied, turning to him. He stroked my face with his thumb, “Will you be my girlfriend?” My eyes lit up and a wide smile grew on my face, “I’d love to.”
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Lovers Lake
Eddie x (fem)reader
Warnings: S M U T, degrading kink, slapping, hair pulling, besties with extra benefits (that’s pretty much it)
Summery: your best friend Eddie and you decided to go to lovers lake for just a swim but turns out to you both fucking after that you both make a some what big decision. Hopefully it not destroyingyour friend ship. 
A/N: this was my first time actually finishing a smut story so I’m sorry if it’s bad.
WC: 2k
“Hey y/n you wanna go to ‘lovers lake’ whore?” Eddie says yelling making people look at him with weird looks.
“I sure do you slut.” You say back laughing as Eddie comes over to you and leans on the locker next to yours.
Eddie nods and just looks at you.
“You okay?” You ask laughing and shutting your locker.
“I’m just so done with today. I couldn’t imagine it only being Wednesday.”
“Oh well too bad because you are dreaming and it is Wednesday.”
Eddie scoffs, and you, too, start to walk outside as someone tells Eddie to fuck off and get off his locker, making the both of you laugh.
“Okay, well, I’ll pick you up at 9?” Eddie asks, walking to his van.
“Maybe you will.” You are say when you turn around and walk toward your house.
Eddie yells something to you, but you pay no mind to it as you are too far to find out what he said.
When you get home, you decide to go thru your bathing suits deciding whether or not to pick a one-piece or a two-piece.
After deciding on a one-piece or two-piece, you go with the two-piece because why the hell not? Plus, it’ll only be you too.
You take off your school clothes and put on your bathing suit and put a dress on so that it’ll be easy to take off and put back on.
You are nervous to ask your mother to go over because you can’t tell her that you’ll be going to ‘lovers lake’ with a boy. It wasn’t your first time lying to her, but it was your first time lying to hang out with Eddie somewhere other than his trailer.
You walk out knowing it is now or never, and you see her sitting down watching the news.
“Hey, mom, is it alright if I go to Lauren’s house tonight?”
That wasn’t too hard, you think to yourself.
“Yes, that’s fine. Are you going to be back tonight?”
“Tomorrow. If that’s okay.”
“Of course, it’s okay. I won’t be able to call and check up on you tonight, though. I hope that’s okay.” Your mom says, making this the best news you have ever heard.
“Oh yeah, that’s okay. We are probably going to watch movies and eat food anyway.”
Your mom nods her head “when will you be going?”
“I’ll be walking to meet up with her at eight-thirty.”
“Okay, be safe.” Your mom says and turns her attention back to the television
Your mom isn’t that strict. She has rules, and you try not to break them so often, but when you do, it’s only a little one like now.
Once it hits eight-thirty, you say goodnight and I love you to your mom and get your bag that way, it doesn’t seem suspicious.
You wait about 20ish minutes when you finally see headlights in your driveway.
“Jesus, you couldn’t take any longer.” You say to Eddie when he parks and gets out.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t say I’d pick you up at 9.” Eddie says, laughing. “Now get in loser. I wanna go!”
You roll your eyes even tho Eddie can’t see and get into his van.
“So, what did you do when you got home?” Eddie asks when he’s been driving for about 10 minutes or so.
“Went thru my bathing suits, got dressed, and then talked to my mom.” I laugh at how boring I must sound.
“What bathing suit did you pick out?”
“None of your business.” You say back, making Eddie take his eyes off the road for a second.
“I guess I’ll see when we get to ‘Lovers Lake’ then.” He says, making you shrug and taking his attention back to the road.
“Maybe.”
The rest of the car ride is silent, but not a sinister silence.
Eddie parks his van, and you didn’t realize that you guys made it already.
Eddie just made things go by so fast, and you had no idea why but it was a good thing.
“Are you going to get out? Or stay in my van all day, loser?” Eddie asks, standing by his open door.
“I think I will stay in your van while you have all the fun.” You say, laughing while getting out.
Eddie laughs and rounds his van standing next to you, and you both start to walk to the lake. Once you both get to the lake grounds, you begin to take your clothes off and shoes.
Once you take your dress off, you see Eddie staring at you, and you feel your face heat up.
“What are you looking at?” You ask, a little shy now.
“It’s just your bathing suit... it’s Metallica, and Iron Maiden, my two favorite bands, and their albums are on your bottoms. It’s just so fucking awesome.” 
You start to blush because you know Eddie loved these bands. You wanted his attention, but not in just a friendly way attention. You don’t know why but you just wanted him to look at you, and it seemed to work.
You smiled at Eddie, knowing damn well that you wore this two-piece because you knew he loved these bands.
When Eddie took off his shirt, you couldn’t help but look at him. He was just so handsome and fuck.. you didn’t want to think about your best friend that way, but you couldn’t help it when he looked like a god.
“When you finish staring, we can start walking,” Eddie says, catching you red-handed and making your face beat red. 
You and Eddie walk together into the water, making you stop as it’s freezing, making Eddie walk farther into the water by himself.
“What, are you cold or something?” Eddie says, teasing you when you don’t walk further with him.
You flip Eddie off, walking further in so he would stop teasing you. “Better asshole?”
Eddie walks over to you, smiling. “Do you want me to carry you? It’ll be easier in a way.” Eddie says Mockingly.
You shake your head, yes, and Eddie lifts you out of the water, making you wrap your legs around his waist just above his dick.
“No, no, wait, it’s too cold.” You protest, putting your face into his neck, trying to warm up from his body heat, but Eddie keeps walking anyway, making you feel defeated because anything you say or do, he’s not going to listen.
“Okay, I’ll set you down in a second. We’re almost there.” Eddie says, looking at you.
You don’t say anything but nod your head because it’s too freezing to say anything. Eddie finally stops walking and lets you down, making you yelp at how cold the water is and with no warning.
“Jesus, it’s cold, but it’s worth it.” You say, looking in awe at the moon reflecting off of the water.
“It is.”
You and Eddie look at each other, and both laugh at how awkward it has gotten.
When you look away, you hear a splash in the water, making your head whip to the noise.
“Holy shit, that was nice,” Eddie says, coming back from the water and laughing at how scared you looked.
“I bet-” before you could finish, Eddie starts to splash you and laughs hysterically at how you flinch.
“Stop it, Eddie.” You say pretending to be mad, but you weren’t angry. You loved the way Eddie teased you.
When Eddie wasn’t paying attention, you started to splash him as if it was only fair. Eddie looks at you, and you both start to splash each other, laughing like you never have before, making the night unforgettable.
You and Eddie stop splashing each other to regain your breath, and you start to swim closer to Eddie and stop in front of him.
“What do you want?” Eddie asks, making your roll your eyes.
“What, I can’t stand in front of you anymore? Fine then.” You say, turning around, but Eddie grabs your wrist and pulls you against him. 
“I didn’t say that, did I?” He ask in your ear, making you shiver.
“You didn’t..” you whisper.
Eddie lets go of your wrist and slide his hand down to your hip bone, making you whimper. You melt into Eddie’s body, even more when he begins to slide his hand up to your chest and slowly plays with your boob making you moan.
“Mm fuck Eddie.” Your body reacts, and you start to grind on his dick, making him groan.
“C’mer,” Eddie says, turning you around and picking you up.
Eddie wraps his arms around you and holds you up, looking into your eyes. “Is this okay?” Eddie ask.
“It’s more than okay.” You say, kissing down his neck and making him moan.
Eddie takes one of his arms away from you, making you grip onto him harder with your legs making him chuckle. Eddie reaches your bottoms and pulls them down the best he can without putting you down.
“Fuck I might have to put you down,” Eddie says, making you moan in protest.
You nod anyway, and Eddie sets you down and takes your bottoms and top off; Eddie takes off his bottoms also and picks you back up when you both are good.
When you both are situated, Eddie picks you back up, making sure to touch your pussy on his dick, making you moan.
“Oh fuck.. I’m going to put my dick inside you, okay?”
You are a little nervous, it’s not your first time, but it’s your first time with him.
Your best friend since second grade. The man you had always liked but didn’t know how to tell him. And now you two are about to have sex in lovers' lake. 
“Fuck me like a whore Eddie Munson.”
Eddie growls and sits you on his dick without warning, making you moan loudly.
“Oh fuuck, Eddie.” You moan loudly.
“Feels good?” He asks, making you bounce harder.
You can’t speak with all the pleasure going thru your whole body, so you nod, making Eddie slap your face lightly but enough for you to moan.
“Words. I need fucking words.” He says, gripping your cheeks.
“I-it feels so fucking good.” You moan out when Eddie makes you hit the spot, and he lets go of your cheeks.
Eddie moans in your ear, making you tighten around his dick.
“Oh god, Eddie… I’m not going to last. I need to cum.” You cry out, bouncing on his dick harder and faster.
“Not yet, baby.. cum with me.”
You cry out and start to suck on Eddie’s neck, making him grip your ass hard, leaving scratch marks.
“Oh.. fuck, I’m going to cum fuck.” Eddie moans in your ear just for you to hear.
“Cum with me.” You moan in his ear, making him groan loudly.
Eddie starts to rub your clit, making you bury your head in his neck.
“Let me hear you, baby,” Eddie says, pulling your hair so you are looking at him.
“I can’t last much longer.” You cry out, scratching his back.
“Fuck.. cum for me, baby. I wanna feel you.”
That’s all it takes for you to cry out and cum on Eddie’s dick, making him cum with you and groan in your neck.
Shrivers run down your body when Eddie doesn’t pull out yet and stands there looking at you.
“You are so beautiful when you cum.” Eddie says, making your face heat up.
“I could maybe say the same thing.” You say, laughing.
Eddie glares at you but laughs it off, knowing damn well he is very handsome when he cums.
———————
“Sooo.. can I come over and stay the night at your trailer?” You ask, walking back up to Eddie’s van.
“Hmm, I guess that could work,” Eddie says, making you slap his arm.
“You want me too.. and who knows, maybe you could get some more sex.” You say quietly, getting in his van.
“What was that smart ass?” Eddie asks starting his van and driving away.
“Hm? Oh, nothing.” You say, looking at Eddie.
Eddie shakes his head laughing.
“Do you want to have sex again? Not right away.. or right away but without being in a relationship?”
“Like friends with benefits?” He asks, looking at you for a second before turning to look at the road again.
“Yes..” your a little nervous. Despite everything that just happened, your still a little nervous.
“What happens if we fall in love with each other? I wouldn’t want that to stop us from being friends or anything.”
You don’t know what to say to that because you are already In love with him. But you want to take it slow. You want to see where the future takes you both.
“Let’s just have the future handle that.” You say, looking at him.
“Let’s be friends with benefits then.”
You and Eddie smile at each other when he pulls into his driveway and sit there in silence for a few minutes before Eddie starts to speak. “Let’s go inside so we can take a shower and cuddle.”
You nod your head excitedly in agreement, and you both get out and walk into his trailer.
(if there are any mistakes, I'm sorry, I fixed everything I saw was wrong with it)
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Climbing The Ladder
This is a special story dedicated to the big man of the day, the one and only @thegreatstoryteller! Happy Birthday bro. I hope you have an amazing birthday and upcoming year.
July 8 2022  9:30pm:
TheGreatStoryTeller:
Hey there man, can we talk? Just had the worst week at work today and could use a friend to talk to.
TheUndergroundStories:
Oh damn. I’m sorry to hear that. Yeah we can talk. What happened that you need to vent about buddy?
TheGreatStoryTeller:  
Well it all started on Tuesday July 5th, I was driving to work like normal when this obnoxious speeding car cut me off. Now I’m normally calm and don’t get road rage   but this guy pissed me off a lot. He was blasting loud Bollywood music and cutting people left and right and when I caught up to him, cause of a red light, the guy obnoxiously revved his engine like a jerk to taunt people!        
TheUndergroundStories:      
Wow that guy does sound like a jerk..........Was he hot?    
TheGreatStoryTeller:
Dude! I’m trying to vent here. His dreamy sexy brown looks have nothing to do with this!But anyways here comes the worst part. I try to ignore him but he’s taking the same turns as I am but he’s just further ahead. I’m relieved that he’s gone and soon arrive at work, only for there to be an announcement that, that arrogant bastard is our new boss!
TheUndergroundStories:
Oh damn. That’s not too bad is it? I mean do you have to interact with your boss that often? And his looks are important, makes for good eye candy and keeps the blood pumping to your........ well you know what I’m talking about.    
TheGreatStoryTeller:
Yeah I thought so too since our last boss never came out of his office that much and only talked to us when it’s a really urgent or important situation but this guy comes out all the time and just chats with all of my jock co-workers and even encourages them to dump their work on to me and the other smaller nerdier workers! He’s like a total alpha douchebag and picks on me the most. Calling me names, taunting and flaunting his huge tall muscular body and not to mention he does kind of smell sexy. His rich Indian musk is mixed in with a manly cologne for the perfect masculine smell. You would absolutely love having his smell.                                              
TheUndergroundStories:
Damn he sounds like the perfect alpha. Well beside his rude douchebag attitude but even that is a bit hot. I’m sorry work has been rough for you but you have your birthday vacation this weekend right? I’m sure you’ll have a great trip and your next week of work will be better. Call it an intuition. 😉
TheGreatStoryTeller:
Yeah I do! I’m heading to Disney World this weekend. I’ll let you know how it goes. Maybe I’ll even get a picture and meet Nick Pulos! Anyways thanks for listening to my rant and hopefully you’re right and work will be better next week.
TheUndergroundStories:
Anytime buddy. Have a great and safe trip!
July 10 2022 10:00am:
TheUndergroundStories:
Happy Birthday my buddy!!! I hope you have a great birthday.
TheGreatStoryTeller:
Thanks man! I’m about to actually head back to Disney World again before I catch my flight back. Still haven’t seen Nick Pulos but wish me luck. I might not be able to talk much today though.
TheUndergroundStories:
No worries man just enjoy your birthday. Good luck on finding Nick. I’m actually finishing up the final touches on your birthday gift actually. Not to sound cocky but I know you’ll love my gift and will use it well with good intentions.
TheGreatStoryTeller:
Hahaha you’re always cocky my friend but I’m sure I’ll love  the gift no matter what. You didn’t even need to get me anything. Anyways got to go. Bye
TheUndergroundStories:
Okay bye. Talk to you tomorrow.
July 11 2022 7:00am:
TheUndergroundStories:
Rise and shine sleepy head. You got a big day today Mr. Boss sir. 😉
TheGreatStoryTeller:
Huh what do you mean man? I’m not the boss? Wait why do I feel weird? Heavier? Fuck what’s that smell and fuck my voice is deeper and I have an accent?
TheUndergroundStories:
Hahaha yeah you should stand up and head to the washroom my friend.
TheGreatStoryTeller:
Ummm okay. Fuck I....I....I look like my Indian jock boss!!!
TheUndergroundStories:
Yeah YOU are. Surprise this is my gift. I swapped your body with his. Now go get ready and enjoy your new body. You still have to get to work on time despite being the boss................................Ummmm buddy? You still there?
TheGreatStoryTeller:
Oh umm yeah. I...I’ve just been flexing my muscles. Fuck they’re huge! Gosh this is the best present ever. Are you sure that I should keep this body? I mean what about my boss? Shouldn’t I return his body to him?
TheUndergroundStories:
Don’t worry about that. Besides he was such an arrogant douchebag. Why does he deserve that body. I know you’ll enjoy showing off but treat everyone, young, old, fat, skinny, buff, with respect! Now go to work and enjoy your new life friend.
TheGreatStoryTeller:
Yeah you’re right! He didn’t deserve this body I do! It’s his karma and I’ll use this body for good and better than he did. Thanks friend for everything.
TheUndergroundStories:
No problem friend. Have a good day
July 11 2022 8:00am:
TheGreatStoryTeller:
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TheUndergroundStories:
Looking good my friend...... or should I say sir.
TheGreatStoryTeller:
Being this tall, muscular and in charge just feels right man! I can’t say  thanks enough. I’m 6′10 and my feet are size 16 now! Fuck I’m such a sexy brown stud. Maybe next time you visit me it’ll be in MY office.
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alittlebitgoofy · 2 years
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BESTIE
for the prompts, could i get some daya being protective over bosco at a club?
absolutely! i got a bit excited and finished this one to lengthen it out a bit past the 15 min mark, set it in the neighbour au but a bit after they first hook up, tw for use of the d slur
“If you so much as look at her again I’ll break your arm,” Daya growled, staring down at the pathetic man in front of her, Bosco stood behind her with a grimace. As much as they appreciated her jumping to their defense, her rage was slightly worrying. She could see the bouncers eyeing them up. Hopefully, this wouldn’t end in them getting kicked up.
“What are you going to do? I’m not scared of some whore. ” Bosco saw Daya beginning to shake slightly, she was about to blow up in this guy's face and honestly, they felt no sympathy
The guy punctuated his response with a shove, that was enough for Daya to snap, throwing a punch and knocking him onto the floor, not stopping and swiftly delivering a kick straight to his groin (word?) that made him let out a scream of pain.
Bosco slowly came behind her, whispering to her softly to not provoke her further. Daya whipped around at the sound of Bosco’s voice, letting them take her hands and pull her into a quick kiss to calm her fiery temper.
“Fucking dykes!” Daya whipped back around at the remark, grabbing the guy and slamming him up against the bar, she could feel eyes on her but couldn’t give less of a shit. Someone like this had to be taught a lesson and she was seeing red.
“Say that to my fucking face!”
“You heard me, disgusting fucking dy-” Daya cut him off with another swift hit to the jaw. In the blink of an eye, she was being pulled off, the guy held by a bouncer as she felt herself being restrained by another. Bosco shouted something, though her heart was racing too fast to make it out.
“Daya, you fucking idiot.” She muttered, grabbing the taller woman's hand and practically dragging her out of the bar at the behest of the bouncers. “I can’t take you anywhere.” They continued, smirking as Daya huffed in response. “He was insulting you was I supposed to just let it happen?” Bosco rolled her eyes, stopping in their tracks to cup her face and press a kiss to her cheek. “No, I appreciate it. Maybe don’t get kicked out of bars though, this is the third time that’s happened.” Bosco shook their head recalling the previous occurrences. It happened the same every time, someone would look at them for too long or make a move and Daya would be there in an instant protective as all hell. The one time one of them actually touched her, Daya had broken his arm at the very least and possibly his nose by the time she was dragged out. It was a miracle she didn’t get arrested. “The real problem is drunk guys keep making a move on you.”
“I’m just too hot, can’t expect people to not look at this ass.” Daya moved closed, clutching Bosco by the waist and hovering, her face barely an inch apart from theirs. “That ass is mine,” She growled, grabbing their ass, Bosco just smirked, raising an eyebrow as Daya pulled her in for another, more passionate kiss.
At that point, Bosco knew she wasn’t going to be able to go out tomorrow without getting a lot of stares. Daya was going to make it clear who they belonged to and they were content to let her, something about angry Daya was too hot to say no to.
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Ravi Records | Del Sol Valley, Simerica
Fiona:  Kalama Llama’s streaming numbers are increasing considerably. We’re going to release one more single before the album release.
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Fiona: We also had the final walk-through for the album release party, so expect an email from Ava with the details. Good work, Ava and the rest of her team.
Ava: Thank you, Mrs. Castellanos.
Fiona: Penelope, where are we on getting the Blue Simvy feature?
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Penelope: We have a meeting scheduled with her team tomorrow to review her track. So, we should be able to finalize it then.
Fiona: Excellent. Thank you, Penelope. Bella Donna’s concert performance at The Valley Arena is going viral on SimTok. There seems to be a dance challenge starting to her song, “Since You Been Gone” so we’ll need to keep an eye on that.
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Fiona: Hopefully this will help her streaming numbers because we need to get them up if we want to release her album. We’re not going to put money into an artist who can’t get people listening to her music. 
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Gianni’s thoughts: No, thanks for me, I guess. I should talk to her, right? Yeah. I’ll just chat her up after the meeting. Okay, yeah. That’s a good idea. Hopefully I don’t barf before then.
Fiona: I believe that’s all for now. Let’s make it a good week, team.
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Penelope: Excuse you, Gianni.
Gianni’s thoughts: Okay, it’s go time. You got this, Gianni. Just talk. Just say words. Now. Say them. Say something. Say hello!!!
Gianni out loud: Uh, Hi-
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???: Hi, honey!
Fiona: Luis! Hi, dear. I didn’t realize you were coming.
Gianni’s thought: Who the fuck?
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Luis: I had a meeting this way and just wanted to see if you had time to grab some lunch. 
Fiona: Oh, really? That’s... that’s so thoughtful of you, dear. No, I’m not busy. My meeting just ended. 
Luis: Great! Caught you at the perfect time, then.
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reader topping carlos 😋?
absolutely. this one could be a part 2 to the cockwarming fic or it could be a standalone. i just liked the idea of reader getting him back for being a little shit
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“Spending a lot of time on my back these days,” Carlos said as you pinned his wrists above his head. “If I didn’t fuck up my hip, I’d be able to hold my legs up too.”
“Oh, your hips won’t have to do a goddamn thing,” you assured him. “Besides, at least you’re walking a little better now.”
“You’ve been motivating me to recover so I can get back to what I do best,” he said. “Being your boyfriend.”
“That’s sweet, honey, but I think you and I both know why we’re here tonight.”
Carlos was fully aware you’d be getting him back for having you cockwarm him for so long and being a little shit every minute of it, but he had no idea what was in store for him. One thing was clear: “you don’t have to move your hips” meant “don’t move your hips.”
“You know, Carlos, in situations where sex or orgasms can be difficult, it’s nice to have a toy to help you out,” you said. “Why don’t we spice things up a bit? You want me to pick out a toy for you?”
“Surprise me,” he said.
You already knew what you had in mind for “surprise me.” You immediately reached for the thickest vibrating dildo in the box under the bed and presented it to him. His eyes got enormous.
“Something else?” you offered.
“No, I said surprise me, and I’m definitely surprised. Been a while since we played with that one.”
“You want it?”
“I’m all in.”
Never one to back down, Carlos took the thick toy like a champ. You turned the vibrations all the way up and began to kiss down his body, caressing his muscles and pinching his nipples. You covered him in hickeys and love bites and praised him for his sounds and the way he writhed under you. Since you’d be spending a lot of time on top, you wanted to make the best of it.
You could never fit his entire cock in your mouth, but you had him needy and pliant under you, so you held all the cards and you showed him exactly what that looked like by only licking and sucking at the head. Carlos started down at you as you teased him, passing your tongue over his slit, around the tip, then taking him into your mouth. The vibrator buzzed inside him, hopefully providing more stimulation than your cruel teasing.
“Okay, (Y/N), I get it,” he joked.
“You think that’s gonna stop me from making you my pretty little plaything, Carlos?” you asked.
“Nah, not really,” he said. “But I’ve learned my lesson and I’m just gonna enjoy myself.”
You chuckled darkly. “It’s cute how you don’t realize how much I’m gonna enjoy you too.”
“I’m aware, trust me.”
You sat on his cock and began rocking your hips back and forth, making sure Carlos didn’t try to grab them and move you faster. His moans were music to your ears and you made sure to call him a good boy plenty of times.
“I like being on top,” you said. “Maybe if you’re feeling up to it tomorrow I’ll fuck your ass real good. Maybe it’ll be more payback and I’ll just make you cockwarm me for a good fifteen minutes.”
Carlos bit his lip in response to that.
You stopped moving once you came, earning a whine from Carlos. Maybe he’d been close, but you didn’t mind edging him a little bit, and you were counting on the toy in his ass to help him along. As you sat there for a moment to catch your breath, Carlos lost control of his hips, erratically thrusting up into you and cumming deep inside. Yep, that toy was an excellent choice.
“Good boy, Carlos,” you said as you stroked his cheek. “My good, handsome boy.”
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