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fruity-mega-coconut69 · 1 year

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One More Chance

[pairings] : Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

[Summary]: You and Tara broke up after what happened, but multiple months later, she realizes what mistake she had made and try to fix it.

[Warnings]: Swearing, kissing, hooking-up

A/N: Wow, this turned out even shittier then i expected. But i'll post it anyway.

You and Tara were the perfect couple in Woodsboro high. Your friends supported you guys whenever. You were living your best life, it was like a dream. Until, it all turned into a nightmare. Tara was attacked by some psycho and you weren’t there. Later when you found out, you did not waste any time and ran to the hospital. There, you promised her that you will always be there to protect her.

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And you are still there. But you can’t really make your whole life about her. It wasn’t fair. After she broke up with you, claiming that she needs some time, she still asked you to go to New York with her. Although you were a complete wreck, you tried helping her through the trauma.

On this specific day the whole group went out for a little time together. You guys are sitting in a lovely cafe, just talking. Well, most of you were. Tara and Chad were sitting beside each other, a little too close. Tara was looking up at Chad with a small twinkle in her eyes, as he was telling her some shit story about something. You looked away from them with a sigh.

‘I need some time’ my ass. She just wanted an excuse to break up with you. You put your coffee down and rub your face with your hands. You lean over to your new-found best friend and whisper to her.”I’m going to the bathroom” Quinn nods, but puts a hand on your arm to stop you. “Everything okay?” She asks with furrowed eyebrows.

You give her a quick smile and nod then get up and head towards the bathroom. As you get out of the stall you were in, you notice a woman standing in-front of the mirror, fixing her make-up. Going over to the sinks, you nod at her in a way of greeting her. She smiles at you then turns sideways to look at you.

“Are you alone here?” You look at her from the corner of your eye with a slight furrow in your brows, but shake your head nonetheless. “Oh, are you on a date?”

You finish washing your hands and take a piece of paper towel to dry them. “ No. I’m out with some friends, why?”

The woman takes a step towards you. She reaches into her purse and takes out a piece of paper and a pen. You tilt your head as she writes down something.”Well, I personally found you really….sexy and I'm in need of a good-time, so would you be up to it later tonight?” You purse your lips as you look down at the piece of paper with her number on it.

“I don’t even know your name.”

The woman chuckles.”Oh sorry, my bad. My name is Victoria. You?”

“Y/N” She hums and holds the paper out for you once more. Biting your lip, you hesitantly take the paper. Victoria smiles at you then heads towards the door.

Swallowing, you head out of the bathroom and back to your table. Sitting down beside Quinn with a smile on your face. She laughs at you. “What’s got you suddenly in a happy mood?”

You just hold the paper up to her face and she gasps. “Ooh, is she hot?”

“Very” You guys continue laughing as Tara’s attention is turned towards you. She bites the inside of her cheek as she notices the piece of paper with the number on it on the table.

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Later at home, you decide to dial Victoria’s number. It rings for a couple of seconds then her raspy voice answers. “Hello?”

“Uh, hi. I-it’s Y/N? From the cafe?”

“O, yeah. Hey, should I give you my address or….?” She trails off.

“Yours is fine. I have a couple of roommates.” You laugh lightly at the end of your sentence.

“Alright, see you in around a half an hour.” With that she hangs up and not even a minute later, you get a message with the address.

You get ready and head out. After about 15 minutes, you arrived at the address. Getting out of the taxi after paying, you go up to the door and ring the bell. Victoria opens the door with only a robe on and two glasses of wine in her hand.

“Well, you’ve got quite a big house”You laugh nervously as she smirks looking at you up and down. Suddenly, she grabs your shirt and pulls you inside.

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The next morning, you wake up with the worst headache of your life. Sitting up in the bed, you look around and your eyes land on a sleeping form beside you. You almost choke on your own spit then try to quietly get out of the bed. As soon as you do so, you notice your lack of clothing. After gathering your clothes and dressing up, you pick up your phone to see the time. ‘ 4:29 ‘. You shut your eyes as your headache somehow gets worse.

Walking out of the room, you are met with the inside of a fucking mansion. You gulp and start walking down the stairs. Downstairs, you see some wine spilled on the beautiful white carpet and your face crunches up in pain. Putting on your shoes and walking out of the mansion, you call a taxi. It arrives and you get in, telling the driver your address.

By the time you arrive it’s almost 5 in the morning. Hopefully, everyone is still asleep.

As you walk inside silence welcomes you and you let out a sigh of relief. You go to the kitchen for some pain killers then after swallowing them, you let your body fall onto the couch while turning on the TV and turning the volume down.

Around an hour later you hear multiple footsteps. A few seconds later, you feel a presence behind you. You look up and see Mindy.” Y/N! When did you come home last night?” She says, sitting down beside you.

“Uhh, late.”

She laughs and looks back at her girlfriend, who is currently in the kitchen making breakfast with Tara. You glance at her then follow her line of sight. As soon as your eyes land on Tara, you can’t look away. Her hair was messy and she was wearing an oversized T-shirt with shorts, while talking to Anika. You and Mindy stare at the two girls in awe, until she tears her eyes away from Anika and looks at you.

“Are you coming to the party tonight?”

You look at her with a confused face. “ I thought we weren’t going?”

“Oh, but we are. Come on! It will be fun.”

You bite your lip and take a quick glance at Tara once again, only this time Chad is there. And they are laughing and giggling. Again. You clench your jaw, but suddenly an idea pops into your head. “ Alright. I’ll go”

Mindy cheers and holds her hand up, waiting for you to high-five her. You shake your head at her childishness while giving her a high-five.

In the evening you head over to Quinn's room, first making sure she is alone, then knocking. Quinn opens the door and smiles. “Heyyy, what’s up? “ Then she gasps. “Are you going to the party?”

Grinning back at her, you reply. “Yep. And I need you to help me get ready. “ She raises her eyebrows. “ What? You can’t put on a fucking costume?” You glare at her before answering.

“No, I just need you to do my make-up.”

“Oh, okay. Come in” You do so and go to sit on her bed, but remember what she usually does and choose to sit in her chair instead.

While she looks for her make-up supplies, you decide to tell her about Victoria. “ Sooo, I hooked up with the woman from the cafe. “ She turns to you.

“Really?” You nod

“But I fell asleep and had to come home quickly. And she had this fucking mansion! “ Quinn looks at you with wide eyes. “What?!” She nearly shouts. “I mean all I ever get is, dump college dudes with barely 5 dollars in their pocket and you pull a motherfucking mistress? “ You laugh.

“Just do my make-up already!” She Puts up her hands and steps closer to you.

After she is done, you leave her room and put on your costume in yours, walking out, you notice that everyone was already in their costume lingering around the living room. “Oh, were you guys waiting for me?”

Mindy speaks up.” Yeah, but not for that long. Come on, let’s go.”She gestures towards the door and slowly every one of you leaves. As you are looking at each of your friends' costumes, your eyes land on Tara. Your jaw drops slightly. She was fucking breath-taking in her pirate costume. For the rest of the walk, you stay a little behind just so you can admire her.

When you arrive at the party, the music is blaring and a bunch of college students are dancing and drinking. The mixed smell of sweat and booze fills your nose as you step inside, immediately you feel suffocated by the amount of people in the small apartment.

Your friends go over to the couch in the middle of the room, while you excuse yourself to get a drink. Grabbing one of the red plastic cups, you pour some beer in it.You stand there for a while, drinking a couple cups of beer and taking shots of tequila. When you are done, you turn around only to bump into someone. Luckily, your beer didn’t spill. Letting out a grunt before looking up, your eyes widen at the tall boy before you.

“Oh my god, I am so fucking sorry! Are you okay?” You look at him and smile slightly while taking a sip of your drink. “Yeah, I-I’m fine.” He laughs nervously, looking down at you.

He bites his lip and thinks for a moment. “How can I make it up to you?”

You look at him with a confused face.”What would you have to make up for? Nothing happened!” You let out a breathy laugh. He just shook his head. “ Please “ Glancing back at your friends, you see Tara whispering something into Chad’s ear and he smirks and chuckles at her.

“You know what? I would really like to dance” You quickly chug your drink and take his hand harshly.

“O-Okay, b-by the way I’m Asher! “ He shouts over the loud music. You start moving your body to the beat. “Y/N!” He grins and starts dancing with you. At first, it’s light touches while you are rocking your body, then he starts grabbing your waist and hips. You push your body closer to him.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this. Coping with the break up with hooking up and drinking. But you couldn’t help it. Back then, she was basically all you had- and of course your friends- and she left, well not really. But you don’t really talk anymore and it’s killing you.

Soon, Asher feels your body tense up and he stops dancing. “Are you okay?” You just nod mindlessly at him, trying to pull a smile on your face. You can see he isn’t convinced, but could care less as you continued moving your body. Asher sighs softly then grabs your hand and pulls you aside where the music is quieter.

“Listen, I can’t do this if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” He raises his eyebrows at you. You bite your lip and look at the floor.”I-......I’m sorry, okay? I just..” You sigh while looking up at him. “ I just can’t bear the sight of her with someone else. Even if they are not dating and I try to cope with it by….whatever this is.”

“Oh………okay.”There is a long pause as he takes in your body with your arms crossed and your fingers tapping the side of them.”Look, we can go to my dorm, clean you up because you are obviously drunk, then talk, hmm? I think I can help you, but only if you want me to.” You nod hesitantly and he smiles at you, taking your hand while heading towards the door when you remember your friends.

“Wait! What about my friends,”

“Well, you could just text them after we got to my dorm?” You nod and continue walking, a little dizzy.

— —

Asher opens the door to his dorm and lets you inside. He goes in after you and closes the door. You look around and note that the room has a rather comforting vibe. He gestures to his bed and you sit down. He goes to his closet and takes out a hoodie. Asher tosses it to you then walks over, sitting down next to you. You put on the hoodie.

“So, tell me the whole story.” You look at him, hesitation and fear in your eyes. He huffs.”Come on! I won’t tell anyone. “ His reassuring smile makes you give in.

As you finish your story, you look up at Asher to find his eyes wide and jaw dropped. A couple seconds of silence later, he speaks up. “ Oookay. So do we agree that she definitely did not break up with you because she needed some time. Like, girl, What the fuck? That either was an excuse or…” He claps his hands together. “ She was afraid of you breaking up with her and she did i instead!”

You laugh at him and nod. “Right, right, but now give me your idea so that I can win her back again?”

He scrunches his nose” That sounded weird, but sure. I think maybe we could make her jealous by ….uh,...” He trails off as he thinks of something. You are looking at him waiting for him to continue. Suddenly, he gasps. “You could spend the night, then the next morning we could go back to your apartment and just go in your room, and I don't know, like put on music and do our thing, but they don’t know that!” He smiles proudly as he finishes telling his plan.

“Well, I mean…It could work”

He grins at you and wraps an arm around your shoulder from the side. “Then let’s do that!” You laugh and pull out your phone to text Mindy.

— —

The next morning you, once again, wake up with a headache. Groaning, you sit up while holding your head. Asher walks in with two mugs. “Morning!” He sits down beside you and hands you a mug and some pain killers. “So, you fell asleep on my bed so I slept on the small couch” You look at him apologetically, but he just shakes his head. “ Anyway, you should hurry. We have to get our plan into action!” Asher throws his free hand up in the air.

Later, you are sitting in Asher’s black Dodge Challenger, heading towards your apartment. You fidget nervously with your hands as you look out the window. Before you know it, you are met with the familiar sight of your apartment building. “Is this it?” You turn to Asher and nod. Sighing, you open the door and get out, Asher following suit.

You walk in and start going up the stairs. When you arrive, your shaky hands drop your keys and you look at Asher behind you and laugh then pick them up, unlocking the door.

As soon as you step inside, you are met with an angry Sam and your eyes widen. Asher looks over your head and gulps at the sight of the furious woman.

“Where the fuck were you?!”

“A-at a friend’s” You stutter out.

“ And you could not fucking tell the others about that before going?!”

“I did! I texted Mindy that I’m staying at a friend’s dorm and that I don't know when I’m getting back. “ Sam just shakes her head and walks away. You don’t even look at the others, just walk towards your room, Asher following you.

Shutting the door behind you, you turn to him. “You sure this is gonna work?”

He shrugs and you scoff. “Hey! It usually does!” You just shake your head and turn on some music on your speakers.

A couple hours later, Asher had to go. He wished you good luck then headed out. Now you were gathering the courage to go out of your room for a drink. When you think you’re ready, you open the door and take quick steps to the kitchen. As you are doing your drink, you could feel the others staring at you. When you’re done, you just simply go back to your room.

In the living room, Mindy watches as Tara’s eyes follow you. She scoffs and groans. Suddenly pulling Tara aside.”I really don’t know what the fuck you two are doing, but you should stop it now! You seriously like two children! Just fucking talk to her, T!”

“But-”

“Don’t even say it. That random guy and her have no fucking chemistry! You two did…fuck that, still do. So just go” Mindy pushes Tara forward and she starts walking to your room.

Mindy goes back to the others as they stare at her. She looks at them”What? It had to be done.”

Tara knocks on your door and you open it. You smile at her. “Hey, Tara! What’s up?” You hope she can’t hear the nervousness in your voice. “Hi, can I come in?” You nod and let her in.

She sits down on your bed and you sit beside her.”Look, I-...’m sorry”

You furrow your eyebrows. “What for?”

Tara closes her eyes then opens them to look at you. “ For everything. I mean, we went through some deep shit together, that I dragged you into, and then broke up with you, started ignoring you, although you were also going through some shit. But by the time I realized this, it was too late.”

You shake your head and take one of her hands. “It’s not your fault”

“Oh, stop with that bullshit. It is and you have to know that I want to make it right. I–.....I just want another chance” Tara looked at you with pleading eyes.

You smile at her and your eyes jump between hers and her beautiful red lips. She smirks as she notices and pushes her body closer, taking your face in her hands. The music is muffled by the sound of your own heart beating in your throat. You start leaning in and when your lips finally meet hers, you let out a sigh of relief. You missed her so much. Your hands traveled up her shoulders and went to her face. Tara hummed into the kiss. Butterflies were flying around in your stomach, making you nauseous. Tara had them too, and she smiled into the kiss.

After a minute, you pull away as she smiles at you, then says. “Sooo, is this a yes?” You just giggle and nod your head, leaning in once again.

You finally can be with her again. It feels unreal. To have her back in your embrace after all this time. Getting to kiss her soft lips again. She was just as happy as you and she made sure you knew that in the future.

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mrsjellymunson · 6 months

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Happy Halloween, Love ❤️

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!reader

Summary: Joe raids the costume department at work and conspires to make this Halloween your most memorable yet.

WC: ~4.4k

CW: 🔞MDNI!🔞, NSFW, RPF, PWP, smut, porn with a little bit of plot, established relationship, role play, dressing up, slightly dom!JQ, choking (referenced), oral (everyone’s a winner), fingering, unprotected p-in-v sex (always wrap it irl), tiny bit of mutual masturbation, squirting, maybe a touch of overstimulation, Eddie and demons are referenced, pet names (numerous, including references to reader as a pet, minion and servant), no y/n or descriptions of reader’s appearance, demon fucking (sort of). Please lemme know if I’ve missed anything, and don’t read this if you’re uncomfortable with real-person fics or any of this content.

A/N: Inspired by the anonymous comment, “It’s as close as we can get to having Joseph Quinn dress up in the Eddie wig and have demon horns”, a scenario which got stuck in my head and wouldn’t leave. This might well be the only RPF I’ll write (they still weird me out a little). I hope this doesn’t put anyone off checking out my Eddie and Steddie stuff 😬 I wrote this fairly quick and it’s not beta-d. It’s also my first time sharing smut, so (constructive) feedback is most welcome!

You knock on the bedroom door gently, having slipped into your new outfit in the bathroom. Halloween season was always fun with your boyfriend Joe, both of you loving to dress up and create spooky scenarios that would inevitably lead to sexy shenanigans. You’d thought you were the only one dressing up tonight, but you were wrong.

Unbeknownst to you, Joe had raided the prop store at the studio he was currently working at, claiming he needed something for a Halloween party, and he had plans...

“Come in, darling.”

You open the bedroom door, sleeping in slowly, wanting to tease Joe with a slow reveal of the short, ivory satin robe you had on, something innocent-looking belying what was underneath.

A deep, velvet-smooth voice greets you, slowly murmuring, “Happy Halloween, my love.”

It’s Joe. Your Joe. Your kind, generous, loving and silly Joe, but there’s something else about him tonight, something you can’t quite place just yet.

He’s surprised you - the bedroom is dark, lit only by a pair of spice-scented red candles and a small, warm lamp. It’s intimate, but also somewhat lair-like, and the ambiance goes really well with the red and black skull-patterned bed linens you’d bought especially for this time of year. You love it.

Your eyes rake over your man, drinking him in. Clothes-wise he’s wearing nothing but a pair of snug black jeans and a studded belt.

Fuck, he looks so hot.

He’s looking down at the floor, hands clasped loosely behind his back, putting his delectable torso on display for you.

In addition, he’s wearing The Wig. That wig.

You’ve role played with this before; he knows how much you love Eddie’s luscious, chestnut locks, and how when he puts on the voice it all combines to rile you up. One time you even got some fake blackwork tattoos and put them on his arms and chest. That was a very fun evening.

But this time there’s more…

Amongst the curls he’s also wearing a pair of long, spiralling, ridged, red and black horns. They’re beautifully detailed. They nestle amongst the soft kinks, and the curls hide the ends of the horns and however they’re attached, making the effect all the more realistic.

God, he looks amazing.

You’re not can’t determine why he’s been looking at the floor since you came in. Is he being bashful? You’re confused, that doesn’t seem to fit the narrative…

Your question is answered when he slowly looks up at you, with a menacing, Kubrick-like stare.

He’s wearing contacts. Not just any contacts, but full-sclera, black contacts, completely obscuring his natural eyes.

You swallow, hard. Your fingers toy with the sides of the slinky robe you’re wearing, and you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together, trying to provide just a little friction to the area between them. Joe notices.

“Fuck Joe, I mean Eddie, you look-“

He cuts you off.

“There is no Joe here. No Eddie either. Only… your Master.”

You gasp at his voice, how it’s even deeper than usual and slightly menacing. You’ve always been impressed by the way he can control his voice, the timbre, volume, pitch, cadence. You’re momentarily distracted by how you’re not surprised he’s always been in acting work.

“Tell me you’re mine, my loyal minion.”

You’re broken abruptly from your reverie by Joe’s commanding tone, and you willingly play along, knees weakening and a pool of wetness forming surprisingly quickly in your underwear.

“Yes, my Master, all yours-”

You gasp as his strong hand reaches forward towards your throat, wrapping loosely around it. Not squeezing (not tonight, anyway), just demonstrating who’s in charge of this scenario.

Joe your Master smiles in that familiar way you know and love, but he keeps the sinister stare, giving everything a much darker edge.

“Well done, my precious. Now, would you like to have some fun with your Master?”

You bring one hand up from your side and gently drag the the tips of your fingernails along the inside of his forearm, a place you know is sensitive.

He breathes in quickly through his nose, trying to stifle a gasp, though you hear it. His grip on your neck tightens ever so slightly, and he tilts his chin up, narrowing his eyes and looking down his nose at you.

You surprise yourself as you reply, “Yes Master, I’m yours to command.”

Ever the consummate professional, none of Joe’s excited internal monologue shows, and he simply looks at you and murmurs, stretching out the syllables,

“Good girl...”

That’s it, you’re gone. He could do almost literally anything to you right now and you most likely wouldn’t stop him. You let out a small whimper.

Even with the dim light and the darkness of his denim, you can see the bulge in your Master’s jeans.

Releasing your throat, he moves his hand to the back of your neck, gripping firmly but not harshly, bending towards you and pulling your face to his. He crashes his lips against yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth in a passionate, messy kiss, which you eagerly return.

Breaking the kiss, he grins at you again, before removing his hand from your neck and flicking the edge of your robe near your collarbone.

“Take this off.”

You obey, slowly undoing the robe and slipping it off your shoulders. As the fabric slips to the floor you’re left in nothing but the new set that you bought especially for tonight.

Joe’s eyes caress your form, taking in the sheer, red, rose-patterned lace decorated with tiny bows.

But what’s really catching his eye is the fact that your bra is peek-a-boo style, and the ribbon ties are already undone, your nipples on display.

He hisses an inhale, and runs a thumb pad gently over one of your hardening nipples.

“This all for me?”

“Yes, Master, only for you.”

He takes a step towards you and glances to your panties.

“Are these…?”

“Crotchless? Yes, Master.”

He lets out an involuntary growl and brings his other hand to your core, pushing one finger between your thighs and swiping its tip through your already-damp folds.

Feeling your wetness he can’t help but drop his head back and moan.

It gives you a perfect view of his gorgeous neck, and you want to lick it, like you have so many times before.

Seeing Joe dressed up like this and regarding you with such obvious hunger leaves your whole body tingling, and the anticipation of him touching you more makes you feel like tinder about to combust.

You need him to have fewer clothes on too.

Biting your lip, you slowly bring a hand up between you and trace your fingertips over his solid torso, tracing shapes on his skin, touching the fine, soft hair and moving down towards his happy trail, finishing at his belt line. As your fingers reach his belt buckle, you ask,

“Please, Master, may I..?”

Your Master drops his hands to his sides and, with a lascivious grin, tongue peeping out at one corner running over his teeth, he gives you a tiny nod.

You undo his belt and jeans, running your hands inside the fabric and around his abdomen until you get to his hips. He’s not wearing anything underneath, just how he knows you like it.

You push the fabric downwards, dropping to your knees as you go, just how you know he likes it.

His cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen, fully hard already, and you drool at the sight.

Stepping out of his clothing, he positions himself in front of you, abs tensed and legs slightly apart, looking down at you with those completely black eyes, a curtain of dark curls framing his face.

“What are you gonna do for me, my servant?”

“Whatever you want me to, Master.”

You stick out your tongue as far as you can and languorously lick a broad stripe from his balls up the base and shaft of his cock, past his frenulum and all the way to the tip, where you pause at his slit, swirling your tongue and collecting a bead of precum that’s collected there.

Glancing up again, you notice he’s pursed his lips and his breathing has become uneven, all signs you’ve learnt are indicative of him enjoying what you’re doing.

Lifting both hands you gently grasp his base with one, pulling his tip slightly towards you, and caress his balls with the other, as you open your mouth and slide slowly down his length. Pausing after a couple of inches you return the other way, repeating and going further each time until your lips are touching the fingers you have wrapped around him.

He’s fully panting now, lips parted and brows gently furrowed.

“Fuck, precious, you’re gonna fucking kill me one day.”

Taking this as an indication to continue, you hollow your cheeks and suck, earning you a deep moan from his chest.

You move up and down at a slightly faster pace, sucking and licking, enjoying having your face stuffed full of him, until he’s suddenly grasping your chin and pulling you up towards him. His cock leaves your mouth with a soft pop, and you’re soon standing in front of him, eyes locked. Gruffly, he mutters,

“That’s too good, sweetheart, and I’ve got plans for you. Get on the bed.”

You obey, sitting your bottom on the edge of the bed and shuffling backwards until you’re in the centre, leaning back on your elbows.

He climbs on behind you, and using his hands and his knees he roughly pushes your knees and thighs apart, slotting himself between them.

He bends low towards your thighs, inhaling deeply and pausing for a moment, humming and enjoying the scent of your arousal.

At any other time you might be embarrassed, but his behaviour fits so well with the whole demon vibe and you find yourself heating up even more at the action.

He exhales a long, hot breath, which fans over your core, tantalising you further.

Dropping his upper body between your legs, he lets out a series of low growls as he sucks wet, biting kisses up your inner thighs, pausing occasionally to suck hard on the soft flesh. You moan at the sensation, wondering if he’ll leave bruises, excited by the idea that he might.

You use the opportunity to touch the horns for the first time, feeling the details and ridges, enjoying the contrast with the soft, flowing curls.

He eventually reaches your centre, and marvels at the lingerie framing your delicate, glistening folds.

With a gruff, animalistic hum he licks a stripe from your shining hole all the way up to your begging clit. You cry out, the most sensitive part of you finally receiving the attention it’s been craving.

Wasting no more time, he sticks his tongue out as far as it will go and pushes it inside you, moving and licking and devouring you like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

You watch him with hooded eyes, trying to sear the image of this demon-god between your legs into your mind, before your arms give out and you flop backwards onto the bed, just about managing to vocalise,

“More, Master, want more of you.”

He takes the hint, bringing one hand up and pushing two fingers easily inside you, and moving his mouth to lick and suckle at your clit. You moan loudly, pushing your hips down the bed and grinding into his hand and face. He moans at this, and the vibrations start to drive you towards your peak.

He chooses this moment to curl his fingers towards your front wall, hitting that spot inside you perfectly, and you begin to see stars. He keeps up his ministrations, your moans eventually turning to wails as he gradually increases the pressure on your clit, and you can hold off no longer. Your vision turns black, your limbs lock, and for a moment you stop breathing, a bubble of euphoria bursting within you as you come undone with a scream.

He reduces the pressure on your clit but doesn’t stop, forcing you to ride out aftershock after aftershock on his face. Eventually he removes his fingers from your swollen cunt, replacing them momentarily with his tongue, before pulling off entirely. Looking down at you he lets out a feral growl. Licking his lips, he wipes his chin with the back of his hand before licking it clean, before muttering,

“Fuck, so fucking beautiful…”

As soon as he thinks you can manage, he’s pulling at one hip, assisting more than forcing, as he says, “Turn over, baby, stick that beautiful ass in the air for me.”

You do your best to manoeuvre onto your front, keeping your face and chest on the mattress and putting your knees on the bed, lifting your butt. He kneels behind you, parting your knees a little further, running his hands over the globes of your ass, fully exposed and framed prettily by your red thong.

He lets out another, “SO fucking beautiful”, before slapping one palm hard cross one cheek, making you whimper, immediately moving in to kiss the stinging flesh, laving it with his lips and tongue.

He notches his tip at your hole, and, remaining in character, murmurs, “I’ve gotta fucking have you, my beautiful little -uh- pet!”

On the last word he sheathes himself fully inside you, no consideration given for the usually slow and gradual way he’d enter you, animal passion taking over and both of you more than ready.

You groan loudly as he bottoms out, adoring the feeling of him filling you up and how he rearranges your insides every time he does.

He moans as he remains seated within you for a few moments, groaning gutturally and gripping your hips harshly.

You don’t have much of a respite, as after only a moment of acclimation he’s setting a brutal pace, pumping in and out of you with feral force and abandon, wet and breathy sounds filling the room, his cock jolting your cervix with every thrust.

He starts to mutter almost unintelligible phrases in his demonic voice, but you make out,

“So fucking perfect, so fucking good for me, taking me like the cockvessel you are, my good little minion, my pet, my beautiful, beautiful pet.”

It’s all so exquisitely overwhelming, and you start wailing into your pillow.

He chooses this moment to slip one hand around to your front, immediately finding your sensitive, sopping wet bud and pressing small, form circles into it.

This brings you almost immediately to another precipice, and you cry out, “Ohgodohgodohgod!”

You can feel yourself clench down on his length, and he growls out,

“Jeezus fucking christ, squeezing me so tight, fuck!”

Euphoria washes over you again, a tingling heat beginning in your pelvis and spreading through your entire body. You go limp, but your Master holds you to him with one strong forearm, fingers continuing to circle your clit until you move and twitch, body trying to deal with the dissonance of wanting to get away from the overstimulation but enjoying the aftershocks.

As he continues to help you ride out your second orgasm he’s desperately trying to stave off his own, and eventually pulls out abruptly, your sweat mingling as he rests his forehead on your ass, breathing deeply.

You whine at the sudden emptiness and loss of contact, but are grateful for the opportunity to slump onto your side, enjoying the potential for a short rest.

He comes to lie behind you (if you’re honest, one of your favourite positions in which to get railed), but you realise something.

“No Master, not from this angle. There’s no point in you looking like that if I don’t get to enjoy it.”

Growling again (and seeing your logic) he deftly flips you over onto your back, slotting himself between your plush thighs, tip nudging your entrance as he stares into your face.

He moves both of your arms above your head, running his hands up the soft skin of the undersides and holding them there, hands clasping your wrists and pushing them into the mattress.

He seems to consider something for a moment.

“Hmm, I haven’t given these lovely tits nearly enough attention, my love. Especially considering you decorated them so prettily for me.”

That lascivious smirk is back, and with his free hand he opens the slit in the lace on one side and hums as he licks the flat of his wet tongue over one nipple. As he moves away he lets out a sigh through his nose, cooling the flesh delightfully and causing your already hard nipple to peak even more.

He massages each breast with his free hand, but decides that’s not enough, so commands you to, “Keep those there for me, my pet”, letting go of your wrists and starting to use both of his hands on your soft mounds. He’s enjoying pushing his fingers under the holes in the lace, pushing it to the side to expose your soft flesh, squeezing and squashing, pinching your nipples and licking and sucking on your sensitive nubs. You arch your back and moan with delight at the sensations.

Eventually satisfied that he’s given your tits enough attention, he licks a wet stripe all the way from your sternum, up the side of your neck all the way to your jaw, making you shiver in delight and anticipation.

He hovers over you, tips of his curls tickling your forehead. He plunges his tongue inside your mouth again in another passionate kiss, and you can taste the musk and salt from your own skin combined with the unique taste of him.

He returns his focus to getting himself seated inside of you again. He leans forward, holding your wrists with one hand, with the other lining his member up with your hole as he moves his hips forwards.

He slowly slides into you, filling you up yet again. He fucks you slow but ever so deep, the languid pace a welcome change that allows you to feel every vein and ridge of him against your sensitive walls. You’re both trembling, all of your nerves alive with sensitivity.

“Like me fucking you like this, my pet? Want your Master to -mmm- make you cum again?”

Though you know without doubt that would be an absolutely delectable option, you decide you want to do something for him now.

“I want to be good for you, Master. I want to sit on you, wanna ride you so bad.”

His eyes widen and that signature grin spreads across his face.

“Well, what my pet wants, my pet gets, doesn’t she?”

He slowly pulls out of you and releases your wrists, and in an attempt to conceal his excitement, languidly moves up the bed to lounge on a pile of collected red and black, silk and fur pillows. Abs tensed, knees spread wide and slightly bent, cock in hand and giving every appearance of being cocky and arrogant, he’s the perfect vision of a commanding demon. He’s sitting like he’s on a throne, like he deserves this. It drives you wild.

He lazily tugs at himself as he watches you crawl up the bed towards him, though he furrows his brow slightly as you pause halfway to sit on your heels, knees wide apart, displaying yourself for him.

“What’re you doing, my pet?”

You start touching yourself, parting your folds and sinking a finger easily into your dripping cunt, your free hand coming to massage one nipple.

His eyes widen and his mouth opens slightly, and you see his grip on his dick get tighter. You know he loves to watch.

You mumble, as innocently as you can,

“I couldn’t wait, Master.”

He watches for a few moments, entranced, but then remembers what’s on offer and points to his lap, raising his voice a little, aggressively muttering,

“Get up here, minion. Obey your Master!”

His domineering tone sends tingles up your spine and to your core, and you instantly comply, clambering the rest of the way up the bed and straddling his hips.

He holds his cock steady underneath you, running it over your slit, the wet noises exciting you even more.

You place your hands onto his shoulders, stabilising yourself. You take another moment to admire his outfit and presence, holding his gaze before starting to sink down onto him.

As you seat yourself into him fully, that delicious stretch and feeling of fullness returns. You take a moment to enjoy it, before starting to move, lifting up, slowly at first and not too far, before lowering yourself back down. He’s at a fantastic angle, and feeling him so far inside you is intense. You whine out,

“Fuck, Master, you’re so deep…”

He bends his legs behind you and plants both feet on the bed, encouraging you to prop yourself against them. He knows you love to lean back, giving him not only a delicious new angle but also an exquisite view of your tits jiggling as you move, and it also gives him purchase to occasionally buck his hips and slam into you from below.

He’s full-on panting again, and, huffing, he breathes out,

“That’s my good little pet, fucking me so well. You gonna make us both cum, my sweet little thing?”

Wanting to do a good job, you use your thighs to bounce up and down on him, his cock hitting that spot inside you and rocketing you towards yet another high. He’s grabbing at your tits, your ass, your hips, anywhere he can reach, grumbling and growling and clearly desperate to feel every inch of you.

His pelvis is hitting your clit in just the right way, but you need more, and you grab one of his hands and bring it to your front. He immediately begins rubbing his thumb against your clit, and you start to whimper, already close. Before you lose the power of speech he asks,

“Do you trust your Master, baby? Gonna let me try something?”

You trust him implicitly and, although you have no idea what he has in mind, you nod. He moves one hand to your sacrum, stabilising you. The other thumb continues circling your clit, but he pushes the flat of that hand against your belly, like he sometimes does when he wants to feel himself inside of you, except this time there’s more pressure.

You’re rolling your hips against him now, all the different sensations combining to bring you closer to your release. You can hear him panting too, feel him tensing, and you know he’s not far off either. But there seems to be a different kind of pressure building in your abdomen.

You try to say something, but full sentences won’t come out. All you can manage is parts of words, like, “Wait-, no-, someth-, it’s diff-, oh fu-“

Unable to control anything anymore, your release washes over you in a searing wave, but there’s something else too - you feel a hot, wet gush coming from you and soaking his hand, wrist and abdomen.

Unable to process what’s just happened, you simply look at him, open-mouthed but still euphoric.

That’s it for him, he can’t hold off anymore and his release hits him, hard. He pulls your hips down onto him at the same time he slams up into you, face slack and breathing ragged, and you feel his hot, sweet release paint your insides, simultaneously letting out a long, low, broken groan.

Unable to process anything else, his eyes close and his head drops back against the headboard. You get another glimpse of that delicious neck, and run your hands over it and his collarbones as he comes down. He always looks so beautiful like this.

You both need a moment to let your heart rate and breathing come back to some semblance of normal. Evaporating sweat leaves you both with delicate goosebumps on some of your exposed skin, but the change in temperature is welcome.

You’re the first to speak as you look down at his wet belly and ask,

“Uh, Joe. What the fuck was that?”

His face turns slightly pink as, voice back to normal, he bashfully admits,

“I, um, just wanted to see if I could make you squirt, that’s all.”

He looks a little sheepish as he continues, slightly concerned,

“Was it ok? I mean, did you hate it?”

“God no, it felt… amazing! Just, y’know, maybe warn me next time?”

“Of course my sweet. Anything for my baby.”

He plants some wet kisses across your cheeks.

As if wanting to illustrate how much he enjoyed it, he brings his wet hand up to his mouth, sucks his fingers, and slowly shakes his head in delight as he adds,

“Mmm-mm, it was really fucking hot though!”

You slap his chest playfully, rolling off him to settle in the crook of his arm, your head against his chest, running a hand up and down it.

Ever the considerate lover, after a few moments he inquires,

“How was it overall, baby? Did you enjoy it?”

Full of endorphins and the love of your man, you gush,

“Fuck yes, Joe, it was incredible.” As you toy with some of the ends of the wig, you add, “Thank you so much for doing this for me. For us.”

He replies, “Oh love, it was, and I mean this quite literally, my absolute pleasure. I’m such a fucking lucky bastard.”

You both giggle a little at this. Joe delicately removes the horns and wig, laying them reverently on your bedside table so as not to tangle or damage them, another testament to his devotion to his craft, and you snuggle into each other, continuing to murmur sweet nothings and enjoying the afterglow.

After a few minutes Joe admits, “Sorry, I’ve got to take these bloody things out babe, they’re really sodding uncomfortable.”

You both laugh again, as he rises from your shared bed and makes his way to the bathroom to remove the contacts, returning with a warm washcloth, which you take gratefully. As you clean up he picks up the horns, examining them and twisting his fingers around what you now see is a sturdy headband.

He takes the washcloth from you, retuning it to the bathroom. As he comes to sit by you on the bed once more, you spy a small smirk on his lips. You know that look, devious yet playful. He’s got some kind of plan.

“What is it, my treasure?”, you goad, using your fingertips to gently tickle his happy trail and tease at his exposed belly.

He replies,

“I was just thinking, next time, maybe you could wear the horns…?”

Thanks so much for reading!

Comments and reblogs make my world spin, please let me know what you think!

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bloodynereid · 6 months

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Scream for Me | Halloween Headcanons for Scream Killers

pairings: stu macher x fem! reader, billy loomis x fem! reader, mickey altieri x fem! reader, jill roberts x gender neutral! reader, amber freeman x gender neutral! reader, quinn bailey x fem! reader, ethan landry x fem! reader

tw: slight smut (nothing too graphic but yeah it's mostly fade to black stuff), mentions of horror movies, kissing, alcohol, nothing much else? it's not that crazy honestly.

description: what do killers get up to during the spookiest time of the year? well spend time with their s/o's ofc.

a/n: part 1 in my halloween double feature project! i've been meaning to write for scream for agesss so hopefully i'll do that more now that i've actually taken a stab at it (you see what i did there). anyways these are just my personal preferences so if you want a specific killer or scream character that isn't in here you can request something cause my requests are currently open! hope you enjoy <3 and have a safe halloween!

STU MACHER:

You are obviously going to some type of Halloween party (maybe even hosting one??).

You spend the night cradled in Stu’s arms as horror movies play in the background and beer flows almost like it’s falling from the sky.

You had decided to do a couple’s costume that year. So Stu obviously chose Jack The Ripper and you went as one of his victims.

He had convinced you it would be sexy.

So you lay splayed on the couch in a corset and long flowy skirt with fake blood on your neck while Stu wore a flowy cotton shirt splattered with fake blood and tight pants.

It may not be totally period accurate but you guys looked hot.

Throughout the party you and Stu could barely keep your hands off each other, something that made the rest of your friend group groan.

The tension finally became irresistible when Stu did that particular thing with his tongue which had you pulling him quickly away from the couch and up to one of the unoccupied rooms.

Stu would later tell you that was one of the best Halloweens he’d ever had and you would readily agree.

BILLY LOOMIS:

You and Billy always went all out for Halloween - ever since you were kids.

Childhood best friends to lovers. Stu always teased you for being too tropey.

But you loved each other. Even when Billy started to pull away after his mother left his father.

That Halloween you knew you had to do something special, just to try and cheer him up.

Your plan started with watching a few horror movies before going over to Stu’s for the customary Halloween party.

You had decided to go as Hannibal Lecter and Clarice Starling, since you were both obsessed with the movie ever since you had sneaked into a showing when it first came out.

It was just the right level of insane and scary.

Your plan came to fruition during the middle of the party, when you swiftly pulled Billy away from your little group of friends and towards one of the bedrooms.

You may or may not have suggested an idea to spice up the bedroom - with some role play.

And well… let’s say that Stu had to push the volume of the music up so people wouldn’t hear the screams of pleasure coming from upstairs.

MICKEY ALTIERI:

You were both movie fanatics, which is actually how you two met - through the film studies class at Windsor College.

You had become fast friends and when October had rolled around you had spent nearly every day watching a horror movie in either your dorm or his.

He also liked to film you, he always teased you that you were his muse whenever he pulled out the movie camera just to capture your laughing face.

On Halloween night is when things actually changed between the two of you.

You had gone as one of your favorite characters from Pulp Fiction, Mia Wallace and Mickey was dressed up as Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks.

You had met up at one of the many frat parties that the campus hosted but had ended up leaving because even if insanity was reining on a night like this, having sweaty guys crowd in around you wasn’t your vision for a good Halloween.

So you had settled in on your bed since your roommate was busy making out with someone on your couch and put on the newest episode of X-Files.

However, instead of actually watching the tv show the two of you got into some weirdly deep conversation about aliens that definitely made you sound high on something.

That was when Mickey kissed you, before he pulled away quickly - blushing intensely that made you sort of glad that he had made the move you had been thinking about doing the whole length of the conversation.

You pulled him by the collar and kissed him deeply, leaving him slightly stunned before he relaxed in your hold and pulled away a few minutes later.

After confessing the fact that he had literally been in love with you since he met you, you basically pounced on him and the rest of the night was spent with Scully and Mulder in the background as you two kissed.

JILL ROBERTS:

Jill was definitely one of those people who didn’t really love Halloween, sure she loved watching horror movies and putting on a cute outfit but that was it.

So it basically took all of your persuasive ability to get her to come out with you, even if it was just for a walk to see all the decorated houses.

Jill pretended not to enjoy seeing all of the incredible decorations and the fall leaves but you caught her smiling and watching you with sparks in her eyes a few times.

Since she wasn’t all that big on Halloween you both wore pretty understated costumes.

You went as the moon - covered in all silver and glitter placed strategically on your face.

Jill went as the sun because let’s face it, she’s literally the sun in her day to day life.

After completing your autumn walk, you grabbed two hot chocolates from one of the coffee vendors at the town center before you both walked back to Jill’s place.

You spent the night watching some random tv shows and making out.

Even if you didn’t really do anything Halloween-related it ended up being one of the best nights you had ever had with your girlfriend.

AMBER FREEMAN:

STAB MARATHONNN

Tara had tried to drag you to one of the many Halloween parties that were happening that year but you knew you had to be around for your girlfriend’s yearly tradition - especially since it was the first year you had been officially dating.

You had gotten a bunch of snacks that you both loved and dressed up as your favorite characters from the franchise.

Amber obviously went as Ghostface.

You sat cuddled up on the couch right after getting to her house when school finished and watched each Stab movie, one after another.

Amber spent a lot of time explaining certain parts of the movie or added fun facts from the actual massacre.

Most of the time you couldn’t pay attention to what was going on in the movie but it was so worth it to hear Amber rave about random details.

You thought you were more than lucky to be able to have her as your girlfriend.

Obviously you only watched up until Stab 7.

DO NOT mention Stab 8 around Amber - you had learnt that the hard way.

The date night ended with you both having eaten all the snacks and slightly over exhausted.

But that didn’t stop you from kissing the life out of your girlfriend and having some definitely not PG-13 fun.

The mask was particularly attractive, okay?

QUINN BAILEY:

Being with Quinn meant that you had to live with constantly being surprised by her.

For Halloween you had decided that you would hit a few frat parties before going to an escape room (which was her suggestion surprisingly enough).

So you rocked up to the escape room place in your Harley Quinn (you) and Poison Ivy (Quinn) costumes and were led by a member of the staff towards one of the many rooms.

Since Quinn had picked everything out, you didn’t know what to expect.

You two ended up doing a noir version of an escape room, with dramatic music and every aspect in the room was bathed in black and white.

Even with being slightly tipsy (from pregaming vodka and the parties) and horny, you somehow made it successfully through the maze of rooms… with a lot of intermissions for fumbling in dark corners.

All Hallow’s Eve concluded with you carrying your escape room certificate back to Quinn’s apartment where you probably kept Tara and Sam up for the rest of the night.

ETHAN LANDRY:

The first time that you met Ethan was on Halloween night, even if the day fell on a weekday there were still parties raging in and around Blackmore.

Of course you had seen him around campus because you knew Chad from the random times he had asked you to tutor him in the mandatory chemistry course you both had to take but you never actually got to talk to him.

Decked out in your Carrie costume you were drinking cherry schnapps (not wanting to get too drunk) in one of the many corners that the frat house had.

Your friends were either busy dancing or were flirting incredibly badly since they were drinking wayyy more than you were.

You had been so focused on the red liquid in your cup that you didn’t realize that someone had joined you until you nearly jumped at the sight of a rather cute boy in a cardboard knight costume.

Ethan had stuttered out that this was a dare and that he was sorry to interrupt your night but you only laughed and stayed talking to him for basically the remainder of the party.

You were even able to crack his shy facade and get him to dance with you in the corner when your respective favorite songs came on.

Halloween night ended with a promise for more and a phone number after you gave him a soft kiss, tinged with cherry.

hehe those were fun to write - i'll definitely be doing more in the future.

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emmarobertsslut · 1 year

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Hiya! Hope you’re doing well. So, I was wondering if I could request a Love Quinn x Fem Reader.

I’m thinking a story with Love and her hot gym trainer, Y/N. Over the months that Love has been training with the reader she comes to see that the reader is actually a huge softie, despite being rough around the edges. Love starts to follow reader around town and watches her interact with others, she then starts to find herself obsessed with reader and wanting to have her rely on herself. Honestly, I can imagine Love using her money to hire some thugs to break into the reader’s place and trash it so that the reader thinks someone’s out to get them, only to slowly start to rely on and fall in love with Love.

Maybe a dom/sub relationship with a service bottom!reader. All other kinks and any smut are up to you!

You can rely on me

Love Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: stalking, breaking and entering, usual ‘you’ stuff. Masturbating in the open, smut, mommy kink, overstim, fisting. Receiving (R), hair pulling, squirting.

Request: Yes

Summary: Love starts falling for her sexy gym trainer, Y/n. She can’t help it when she hires people to break into her home. Only wanting Y/n to be codependent on her.

“So we’re gonna start with doing squats. Try and get to 10 reps today.” You state as you look over at Love to make sure she understood what you were saying.

But Love was too busy looking at your glistening abs, all sweaty from your previously shared 5 mile run.

“Love?” She looks back at you, and nods, going on the floor starting push ups. You smirk, “Love. I said squats. Not pushups.”

She glances up at you and stands up, cheeks reddening a bit in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“Its okay. Try not to stare at me too much next time.” You wink at her and she playfully rolls her eyes.

A few weeks ago, you started warming up to Love, and she hasn’t stopped thinking about you since. You weren’t always the most open book, but Love respected that about you.

So when your blank stares and talk less workouts turned into happy smiles and small turns of flirting (or she thinks) Love couldn’t help but want to be around you more often.

She’d start with the little things first. Like bringing in some small pastries, offering you some before you guy’s do a workout. Then wanting to have more trainings with you.

Which led to your training right now, where she accidentally embarrassed herself, she just couldn’t help it when you flaunted yourself in a sports bra and the tiniest of shorts on your body.

Although you were with her right now, you’d be off to train some other girl or guy who’d also lust over your gorgeous body.

When the training session ended, you both parted ways, well you thought you did. Love ended up following you, wanting to keep track of your daily routines.

Now you were at some random restaurant with another girl, maybe a friend? Possibly more. Either way it didn’t stop her from glaring at the woman sat across from you.

The woman was all over you during the lunch, obviously not just some friend but a threat to Love. Suppose she’d worry about that later though.

You didn’t seem to interested in her, smiling slightly and telling her you have to leave, another training session that started shortly.

Who knew you’d be a liar? Love followed you close behind, watching you walk into your home. She peered into your window, watching you undress and hop into the shower. You cleaned yourself off and got out 10 minutes later.

Love sat down behind god knows what, checking her surroundings, making sure no one was close by. She let her hand creep it’s way into her pants and start making slow antagonizing circles around her clit, staring at your plump breasts, that anyone could see if they just looked at your window.

She imagined it was your fingers that slowly entered her slit, she sped up the pace hurrying to reach climax before you were to get dressed.

Love decided when you two got together she would make sure to get you curtains for the windows.

She moaned loudly as she came all over her fingers, not caring if somebody was near or heard her.

Her hand was shaky from the pleasure, she dialed a number and put the phone up to her ear. “I need you to break into this women's house.”

You walked into your home after a quick walk to get coffee and gasped when you saw your place was trashed. Broken plates and ripped up furniture in your house.

You started tearing up and looked at the time seeing you have a training session in 5 minutes with Love. You might have to cancel.

You shot her a quick text saying something came up and you guys would have to reschedule soon.

Love frowned when she received the text, she knew you had just stepped into your house, and probably saw all of the broken things.

She only did this so you would want to be closer to her, not have you start being distant. She texted you back: Everything alright? I can come over.

She didn’t think it was too forward, she considered you both to be friends, of course she wanted more, she just had to be patient.

You replied to her text saying someone had broken into your house, and she could come but she shouldn’t feel obliged to help out with the mess.

Love smirked. You took the bait. Luckily for her, she was already outside of your house, deciding it’d be best to wait a few minutes, not wanting it to seem like she was already at your house.

She ringed on the door bell sometime later, and you opened it, mascara running down your face from tears, yet Love thought you still looked fucking beautiful.

“Hey.” You muttered, rubbing your eyes. You opened the door more and welcomed her in. She fake gasped, acting like she wasn’t expecting this.

“Oh my god. What happened.” She demanded, pulling you into a long hug, breathing in your vanilla scent.

You pulled back after a few minutes, “A break in. I still have to call the police, but I don’t know what I’m gonna say.”

“It’s alright. Maybe you could come over to my place for the rest of the week.” She suggests

“I don’t want to be a bother.” You begin, starting to decline her offer. She cuts you off rather quickly.

“Not a bother at all! I love spending time with you..” You smile at her. “Thank you, Love”.

It had been 2 months after your crazy break in and well you and Love have started dating. Love finally got what she wanted. You.

And you are so head over heels in love with her, and she loves it. You guys are always with each other and needless to say, Forty’s been a bit jealous. But, he’s overall happy that his sister finally found someone to love.

You both are always all over each other, so codependent.

Which one thing led to another and now your whimpering under a thirsty Love Quinn.

“Good girl.. keep going, just like that princess.” You slur, high off the feeling of her going down on you. The way her fingers curled in a ‘come hither’ motion inside of you, hit your G spot perfectly.

Love whimpered at the pet names, your praises only keeping her fuel going. Wanting to please you.

“Fuck, making mommy feel so good..” She kisses from your neck all the way down to your clit, giving your sensitive bud small kitten licks.

“Mommy, wanna shove my whole hand in you.” You moan and frantically nod, panting when she adds a fourth finger.

She keeps fingering you with the four fingers, feeling you tighten around her fingers. “Gonna cum for you, doll. All for you.”

She wraps her mouth around your nipple, sucking and biting as hard as she can. You cum all over her, soaking the bed with your wetness.

She doesn’t stop, wanting to get her whole fist in you, like she said. You feel the pain from the overstimulation and her actually getting her whole hand inside you.

You grab her hand, bringing her to a hault before she can start moving, “Give me a minute, hurts.”

She groans in dissatisfaction, waiting 30 seconds before slowly moving in and out of you, her stretching you out so much.

Your already close and she can feel it, you start gasping and moaning louder and louder, you grip Love’s hair and scream her name as you cum, squirting on the sheets.

Love smirks, never seeing this happen before. Your eye sight is hazy and your chest heaving up and down.

“Fuck I love you so much.”

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angelled-art · 3 months

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Half-human Windshear redesign concepts :0🤲

I'm pretty proud of this, I must say👀

I see Windshear as this type of character, in just one look of whom, you can read the phrase: "I would like to damn kill you right now, but don’t want to get my hands dirty, so just f*ck you!"

The original says that Razorwhips don't mix well with other dragons and not only dragons.

She seems to me a distant, closed and hot-tempered person. She loves and is devoted to Heather, but doesn’t always want to even give others chances.. She's also quite arrogant, which is why other dragons had a lot of conflicts with her in the beginning.

But I like to think that she still became a little friendlier later)

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My old designs of her, for some reason, was inspired by Harley Quinn.. (I really don't remember why.. Perhaps bc I always saw Windshear as sexy-looking and pretty toxic character)

In the new versions, I moved away from this almost completely and the only thing I want to keep is the name Harleen as Windshear's real one. Idk why, but I think it suits her))

#Anthro Dragons by Angie~#httyd #how to train your dragon #rtte #httyd rtte #dragons race to the edge #httyd fanart #rtte fanart #httyd fandom #windshear #heather the unhinged #httyd au #au #heather httyd #httyd heather #concept art #character design #humanisation #antropomorphic

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larakb117 · 11 months

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LONDON ADVENTURE

Joseph Quinn & female y/n

Summary: You and Joe meet Jamie in New York…

Content Warning: rpf, drinking (don’t worry, Jamie is okay with it!)

Part 13

When you came out of the bathroom, Joe sat in the middle of the bed, still completely naked and obviously waiting for you to come back and lay between his legs, your back to his tummy. His happy trail tickled your lower back. “I think I will text Jen, just to let her know I’m good.” You tapped on your phone revealing the lock screen, which showed the time and date. “Oh love, we met a week ago!”, Joe gasped. “Yeah, we did.” “Best week of my life.”, Joe laid his arms around you even more tight than before. “Joe, don’t exaggerate.”, you looked at him with a straight face. “I don´t.”, he had a sudden serious facial expression. “Joe.”, a wave of self-doubt caught you right by your feet and threw you face forward on the ground. He could not be serious, he just could not be serious. Why would a person like him be attracted to a person like you. You moved away from him and grabbed the blanket to cover you up a bit. These moments came all of a sudden, self-doubt was a big part of your life. The fact that no men had shown the slightest interest in you did not make it better. You always asked yourself what was wrong with you, if you didn’t deserve love. And now it happened again. “What is going on love?”, Joe looked kind of scared. You tried to avoid his gaze. “I´m… I… I´m just….” Y/n! Stop!”, Joe grabbed your wrists and looked you deep in the eyes, he focused so much, that you could not escape his stare. Now Joe could see the tears in your eyes. “I know what is going on. Love, trust me. I´m not joking, you are the best thing that happened to me in a very long time. I love you. I told you yesterday and I´m going to tell you tomorrow, in a week, and in five years. I can´t describe how much you mean to me, how you make me feel. I never felt like this before. I understand that you are sceptical. The things you told me about you, it makes sense to me, but you have to believe me: You are an amazing human, you are beautiful, you are sexy and hot. You are a great story teller, I love how passionate you are about things you love. And that’s just what I can say about you after 7 days of knowing!” You were shocked. “I´m sorry.” That’s everything you were able to say. “Why are you sorry now?”, Joe chuckled. “I don’t know.” “Y/n.” “Thank you.” “For what?” “For blowing my doubts away instantly.” “I love you.” “I love you too.”

You woke up the next morning, Joe wasn’t there with you. On your nightstand you found a little message written on a piece of paper: “Doing press all day, I let you know when I´m done. Enjoy NYC, my love!” It was 9:30 am, the sunlight streamed into the room. You jumped into the shower, washed your hair and got ready to explore some more of New York City. Most of the day you spend in Brooklyn. You started your day trip at Coney Island, took the subway back to the Northern part of Brooklyn and visited the Green Wood Cemetery, the largest one in NYC and ended up in the heart of Dumbo. The last thing you did before returning to the hotel was crossing the Brooklyn Bridge back to Manhattan which was breath-taking, probably one of the best things you had done during that trip. It was already 7 pm when Joe called you, you were on your way from the subway station to the hotel. “Love, I cant believe it!”, he giggled into the phone uncontrollably. “What is going on?”, you loved his laughs and giggles, you just had to join him. “One of my best friends is in New York right now! Can we meet him later?” His question sounded a little bit like begging. “Joe, of course we can! Remember what I said about Gaten?” “Okay, love! Can you come to the Brandy Library, like right now? He´s there!” Joe sounded so excited, which made you excited as well, because damn, this person must mean a lot to him. “Yeah, I get there right now, I´ll text you when I´ll be there.” “Love you!”, cartwheels in your stomach. You googled the way and texted Joe that the way would take about 30 minutes with the subway. You turned around to go back to station and arrived at the bar at around 7:35 pm.

Joe stood in front of the building and greeted you with a tight hug and a loving kiss. “I missed you, y/n.” “You hugged him back trying to pull him closer, but it was simply impossible. Joe was so nervous, he made mini jumps when he loosened your hug and took your hand rapidly to pull you into the bar. He took a look around and when he saw who he was searching for he squeezed your hand even more than he had did before and walked up to the table in a fast speed. On the table there sat a thin man, with shoulder long and ash blonde hair, dressed all in black. He stood up and threw himself at Joe with a big smile, they tightly hugged, like you had did with Joe just a few seconds prior. They clapped each other on their backs, kissed their cheeks and couldn’t stop the chuckles. What was going on? Out of a sudden, Joe interrupted the cuddles and turned to you. “Jamie, that’s y/n.” Jamie gave you his hand and smiled politely, as if you hadn’t experienced that moment which had gone on with Joe. “I´m Jamie, hi. Heard a lot about you.” He was British. You knew him. “Hi, pleasure to meet you.”, you smiled too. Jamie waved his hand to show you both to sit down with him. Joe took your hand right away when you placed it on the table. Jamie looked at you and created a face expression which probably should tell Joe and you that he was happy for you. “Joe, finally!”, he said. “Yes, Jamie, finally!!!” They burst into laughter.

“Let me get us something to drink, I invite you! What do you want?” “Oh, I don’t know. What do you get?” “Probably just some water, I don’t know why I chose this place, they basically don’t have anything else.” You looked through the menu: “Well, Brandy must be good at a Brandy Library Bar.” “Jamie doesn’t drink, love.” “Oh, I´m sorry. Is it okay if I get something alcoholic?” You made a side eye to Joe, who thought back to your date at Sky Garden just like you did. Joe smiled. “Yes, I´m sober for 9 years now, I can deal with alcohol near me.”

You ordered your drinks which came really fast to your table. Joe and Jamie started to chat a bit, why they were in New York right now, how Jamies girlfriend Jess was and some more stuff. “So what do you think about Joe, y/n.” That was a surprising and direct question. “Eeehm.”, you could feel the heat rising in your head, your cheeks blushing. “He´s the best.” Joe pressed your hand a little tighter. “I had the best week of my life with him, not because he took me to New York. Just…” You looked at Joe, he looked at you. “A week? When you told me about her earlier on the phone I could have sworn you know her for at least half a year.”, Jamie chuckled. You still looked at each other, with pure love in your eyes, both of you.

“Oh, damn, Joe, you´re in love.” That teared you out of that little moment between you and Joe. “Yes, I am, pretty madly.”, Joe said to Jamie. “That’s great, I´m happy for you.”, he truly meant that. “So, y/n. You love him too?” “Yes, I really do.” “Did you know him before?” “Yes, to be honest. Heard of him before, but couldn’t figure out from where. It was more his name, than his face.” “Stranger Things?” “Yes.” “So you know me too.” “I think so. You were in Stranger Things too?” Joe interrupted your chat: “He´s Vecna. You should definitely recognize him, they basically have the same face.” Jamie laughed, it was a loud and heart warming laugh like Joe had. “Oh yeah. I did not have to sit in make up for 7 hours to get that face, it was all natural!” Joe burst into laughter.

You loved him even more like this, he seemed really happy. “Oh, Jamie, I missed you so fucking much. How long have we not met now, like at least half a year.” “Well, Mr. Quinn, Man of the year 2022, you´re kind of busy!” “But I don’t understand why we don’t get booked for the same conventions anymore.” “I don’t know, sucks, really, sucks. Give the people what they want I’d say!” “Where are you from, Jamie?” “London, like Joe, that bonds.” “But why can´t you meet some time in London?” Joe explained: “So Jamie´s working in the states a lot, the only times he was in London in the past few months, I was in the states at that time.

“Oh.” , realising that you probably had to go through this at one point in your relationship as well. “But it’s the same every time we meet. It´s like we see each other every day.”, Joe says. “Yeah, we keep in touch over our phones too. But it’s not the same.” Yes, its not the same. How would being intimate look like in a long-distance relationship. Not just the sex, but the cuddles, the kisses, the hugs… Joes love language was physical touch. Would he miss it and fall out of love with you? Again, anxiety creeped up in your stomach, creating a knot in your throat. Joe noticed your nervous face expression and squeezed your knee under the table.

You weren’t able to follow most of the conversation, Joe and Jamie wallowed in memories: the stranger things promo in Brazil, spending time in Tokyo together, and some conventions they did together, but also, some more private stuff, Jamie talked a lot about his relationship. After some drinks and finger food, you three left the bar and said goodbye in front of it on the sidewalk. “It was lovely to meet you, y/n.”, he smiled at you with a wide grin and hugged Joseph. Jamie whispered into his ear, Joe had to chuckle loudly. “Oh, shut the fuck up.”, Joe said while laughing. Jamie left with a taxi and waved out of the car window. “Should we go for a walk, love?” “Yes.”, you replied. He grabbed your hand and started walking. “What did he just say to you, Joe?” Joe grinned again: “I´m sorry, I can´t tell you.”

To be continued…

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franf94 · 7 months

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Quogan sexy/spicy headcannon

Because it is so OBVIOUS that they -of course- had sex guys. 🤣😅

-At the beggining of their Senior Year it's Quinn that begins to go further in a physical way (hot make out session, petting and hickies). Logan being a true gentleman to her was repressing his hot/flirty/touchy side. 🤣

-No good grades, no kissing. That is one of the reasons Logan's grades are raising up. Quinn finds study Logan so hot.

-Their touchy session are taking place in both of their rooms and in the janitor closet

-Again it is Quinn that speaks about doing it. She is afraid that Logan wants more, but he is so sweet and reasured her that their first time would be so special. No pressure at all.

-Finally they did it in Logan's room on Valentine Day, after a romantic dinner for two at Vaccaros. 🥰 Logan had set up everything: th room is so cozy, full of candles and soft music playing. Of course he paid Chase and Michael for a free room for the whole night. It was the first for both of them. Logan is so scared to hurt her and keep asking her if she is sure. 🥹 In the end they both want pleasure the other one and it is a magic, special night.

-Lola and Vince already did it, so both Quinn and Logan asked them advices.

-After the first time, it is all a sneaky away to do it in one of their rooms. Quinn herself is so surprised that doing it brings them even closer to one another. They were always so touchy and can't keep their hand off each other 💞. Also their friends find them even more so terrible annoying 😂

-During Spring break Logan invited all the gang at his Santa Barbara's home. It was during those nights that Quinn went to Logan's room and begin experimenting with pleasure and positions and find out what they really love in the bedroom

-Logan fav sex place: shower after working out. Quinn fav: couch/one of Logan's cars

-Also they both love doing make up sex after a fight (even if they rarely fight about something)

Anyways, that's it. Say thank you to my dirty mind.

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satellite-evans · 2 years

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What if I watch season four of You but Victoria Pedretti aka Love Quinn isn’t in it, then what?

#you don’t get it #I NEED her #she is so badass #ughh #I’ll still watch it for Joe tho #love you penn xx #penn badgley #love quinn you will always be hot and sexy!#victoria pedretti #joe goldberg

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eddieschains · 1 year

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Totally self-indulgent request of Joe crushing on his photographer on a shoot or photographer's assistant, lil fluffy, lil bit flirty, lil bit sexy...I don't mind it's up to you!! Poor baby is getting all distracted and reader is smitten with him too!!

No pressure to write this babe 🖤

Kat 😘

anything for you my love @choke-me-eddie 🤍

hopefully i did this justice

TW: 18+, rpf (don’t like it don’t read it), p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), mutual masturbation, quick consent checks, brief mentions of plan b and birth control

Being a photographer always had it’s ups and downs. You loved what you did and the creative initiative you had with it, but it wasn’t the most stable job in the world. Most of the time you had to work part time in cafes, restaurants or supermarkets to help keep up with the bills.

You were mainly shooting weddings, graduation photos, and the occasional concert. You had a decent following on your instagram, but the jobs just weren’t flowing in like you’d expect. Until one day, you got an email from a London acting agency. They said they had seen your work, and were looking for a photographer for a magazine shoot for one of their clients.

To say you were excited would be an understatement, even saying you were over the moon would’ve been. The clients name was Joseph Quinn. You heard his name flying around social media lately, knowing he was up and coming in the acting scene based on his work on the latest season of Stranger Things.

You packed your equipment and a few days worth of clothes. The shoot was only for a couple hours, but you lived a few hours away from London so you decided to make a small trip out of it and maybe go visit some old friends who had moved down there.

You check into your hotel, and pull out your laptop, going over all the details for tomorrow in your email. The excitement was definitely there, but the closer tomorrow got, the more anxious you became. You thought it might just be best for you to make some tea, pop on some netflix, and try to go to sleep.

The morning greeted you with a soft whisper of light through the window as you get ready, trying to look as professional as possible without looking like you’re trying too hard. You hop on the train, camera bag in hand, leg shaking involuntarily. You know that if this goes well it could be really big for you, and that’s the main source of your anxiety.

You watched Stranger Things, but didn’t know a ton about Joseph. Just that he was the hot new piece of meat in hollywood right now. You didn’t google him, not wanting to have any pre-conceived notions. You were just hoping and praying that he wasn’t going to be an asshat diva of a person to work with.

Walking into the set, you were immediately greeted by who you understood to be his assistant or his manager, your brain was a bit foggy at the moment and wasn’t really paying attention to the fine details.

“Hello! Welcome! You must be y/n?” The older woman smiles, reaching her arms out for a hug.

“Hi, yeah that’s me. Thank you so much for reaching out to me for this project, im beyond thrilled.” You send a soft smile her way.

“Of course! The team loved your work, we’re so glad to have you here. Let me show you where we’ll be shooting and you can get set up!” She leads you down the corridor into a large room, already set up with lights and props and a rack of clothes. She leaves you to get set up while she runs off to check on Joe.

His team provided you with a lot, so your set up didn’t take too long. About 20 minutes later you hear some chattering voices walking on to the set. Feeling a hand taking place in the middle of your back, you turn around.

“Hi, nice to meet you, i’m Joe.” Oh.My.Fucking.God. Was this man crafted by God himself? He looked different from his character on Stranger Things. Older. Bigger. Stronger. You could feel the heat rushing in your cheeks, and knew it was visible to anyone with a pair of eyeballs.

“Hi, im y/n. I’ll be shooting you today.” Stay professional.

“Yeah, i actually looked at some of your work. Very talented. Shall we get started?” He claps his hands together, rubbing them in a circular motion.

The shoot was going so well. You weren’t quite sure what you were expecting, but it was definitely better than what you had in mind. He was so fun, so charismatic, and open to any ideas you had.

It was nearing the end of the shoot, you had gotten a lot of great pictures but wanted one last pose from him. You were trying to get him to cross his foot over the other, with his knee bent out but it just was not working for him.

“Here, let me-“ You walked over to him, physically moving his legs around, and molding them to your liking. You felt a rush of heat move down his legs at your touch, but tried to push it to the back of your head.

You took your place back behind your camera, and noticed there was a bulge peeking through his trousers. A bigger bulge than what had already been there. He had a fucking boner.

“All right, i think we got some great pics. Why don’t we call it there?” You decide to end it, not wanting him to feel embarrassed. Plus, in your experience, editing boners out of pictures could be a bit of a bitch.

He scatters off to his dressing room quickly, as you start to pack up all of your equipment. The woman that greeted you earlier comes up behind you to say a few words before also packing up and leaving.

“Thank you so much for doing this, i think we got some really great shots. I’ve got a meeting i have to attend so i’m going to head out, but you can leave whenever you want to. Tony at the front desk will lock up behind you.“ She turns to walk away, “Oh! Also, Joe wanted to see you. His room is the second to the right.” She smiles before jogging out the door.

You walk up to his room, wondering what on earth he would want to see you for, thinking about everything that you could’ve possibly done wrong. You knock before opening the door slightly, “Hey Joe, Melissa told me you want to see me?”

“Yeah yeah, come in love.” You feel a throbbing in your pants at his words. “I just wanted to say thank you, and i had a lot of fun today. Uhm and,” He grabs your face and kisses you passionately. You haven’t been kissed like this in months. The throbbing grows more intense, before he quickly pulls away. “God, im so sorry. I don’t usually do this i swear. I just,” You take the initiative in grabbing his face, pulling him in for another passionate kiss.

Your lips are dancing with each other, and you can feel the hardening tent in his pants pushing against your thigh. You walk him over to the chair he was sitting in, lips never leaving each other’s, before he’s pushed back into it. You climb on top, straddling him before pulling your mouth off of his.

“Is this okay?” You ask before going any further.

“Baby, you can do anything you want to me right now. Just please touch me.” You slide off his lap, and place your knees on the floor. Your hand makes its way up from his ankle, until it reaches the bulge you were staring at all session.

He lets out a soft whimper as your hand ghosts over his crotch. You press your palm firmly into his lap, grabbing and rubbing his already hard dick through his pants.

You look up at him, asking for permission to continue, as he nods. You unbutton his jeans and slowly pull them down his legs, taking his boxers with them. His cock springs out the top, and you swear you’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. It’s big, bigger than you thought it would be, and thick. If someone asked you what the perfect cock looked like, you would point them in this man’s direction.

You don’t waste any time teasing him, sinking your mouth down fully, taking his entire length into your mouth until it hits the back of your throat.

“Holy fuck- yeah suck my cock baby. Just like that.” He moans, as his hands take place in your hair. You’re bobbing your head up and down, keeping just the right pace. He pulls your hair harder every time he hits the back of your throat, and you can feel your panties getting soaked through.

“Can i- can i fuck you baby? I’m gonna cum soon and i’d love it to be in your cunt.” You don’t respond. Instead, you stand up from your place on the floor, sliding your underwear off underneath your dress, keeping eye contact with him the entire time.

He’s sitting back, hand rubbing up and down his own member while he watched you. You lift the bottom of your dress, giving him access to your dripping pussy, and do the same. Rubbing your own fingers up and down in between your folds. You’re both staring at each other, watch the other get themselves off, as the room turns into nothing but a mixture of moaning and wet sounds filling the space.

Once you’ve worked yourself up enough, you climb back on top of him, slowly guiding his cock inside of you. It takes a second to adjust to his size, but once you do start moving, it’s as if you died and went to heaven.

Throwing your head back in pleasure, Joe attaches his lips to your neck. He immediately finds your sweet spot, and starts sucking.

“Oh my fucking god, Joe. You feel so fucking good.” You’re moving your hips in circles as he grabs two fistfuls of your ass, rubbing your cheeks as you continue to ride him. “My god im gonna cum already, can i come for you Joe?”

He lifts his head from his spot on your neck, “Yeah, come for me baby. Wanna feel your juices on my fat cock.” That was enough for you to explode. Your nails dig into the back of his shoulders, as your walls are clenching around him.

“Shit shit shit.” He groans into your ear, as you feel his hot load shooting up inside of you.

You rest your head on his shoulder, as your breathing starts to calm down. He places his arms around you, holding you in place as you try to come down.

Once you’re able to breathe normally again, you lift yourself off of him, putting your underwear back on as he does the same.

“I’m sorry i came inside you. i can give you money for plan b if you need it.” He says, as he buttons his pants back up.

“Don’t worry, im on birth control. Should be fine.” You smile back at him.

He stands up, gathering his things before walking you out the door.

“Hey do you wanna go get a drink?” He asks, jingling his car keys in front of you.

You smile, “Sure, i’d love that.”

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x fem reader #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn smut

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euphoricdreamsidreamabout · 1 year

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Mutual feelings (Tom holland X reader frat!au)

Summary: You hate the rumours flying in the air, but you don’t hate the idea of them..l..

Warnings:alcohol,curse words ,sexual stuff mentioned ,frat party,fluff.

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“Y/N! If you don’t get out of your room in 15 minutes I swear I’m gonna pull you out of your room myself!”You heard Maddie scream from the kitchen, “Oh and I will not care for how you look!”. She added.

You rolled your eyes and brushed out your curled hair the last time. You went to your wardrobe and wore your heels. After putting on the strap you looked forward in the mirror to check yourself out finally.

Today was Halloween, the day kids come knocking on your door and eat so much candy you swear their little teeth will rot. As an adult you didn’t really care about candy, your halloween was filled with going to some random party and drinking your ass off or maybe even getting laid.

Tonight though you were going to some particular house. That house belonging to Tom Holland and his mates.

Tom Holland was every girl in campus’ crush. He was in the football team and was the captain of it. He was also undeniably attractive, muscular and hot. He wasn’t a playboy and didn’t date much but there were rumours he was dating someone.

And that someone was you.

You were the captain of the cheerleading team and were pretty popular too. In the words of Maddie your best friend since junior year of highschool- literally every boy who looks at you drools so much you can swim in their drool. It was disgusting, yes, but she was indirectly saying you were hot and you appreciate her for that.

As for the rumours, as cliché it can get everyone thought the jock and the cheerleader were dating. Often while walking down the hallways you will hear girls giggling over how cute you both will be or boys saying how Tom always gets the girls but you knew it wasn’t true and you hated these rumours.

Though you and Tom do flirt with each other back and forth the rumours were not true , you were not dating him. But a part of you did want to date him, I mean there is no harm in having a crush,right?

After checking your outfit looked good you put some earrings on, took your phone off the charger and went outside your room to go to Maddie.

“Ok I’m done! I’m being an angel this year!”You said looking at your best friend who was dressed like Harley Quinn.

“Oh that’s pretty um not original but at least you look hot as fuck!”She said looking at you. You had to agree with her on this, you did feel pretty hot.

You looked down at your white off shoulder dress which ended somewhere on you upper thighs and said , “I know this is a very common idea, but you told me the party time last minute and this was the only costume I could make in my room. BUT I ran to the store and got these little props.” You put on a hairband which had a halo attached on it and clipped a pair of wings on.

“Ok now you look like an angel.” Maddie said looking at you.”But I do feel like something’s missing. Oh I know!”She ran to her room and after five minutes you heard a found it.

She came back and gave you a white choker. “Put it on, I swear it’ll look so good”.

You stretched the choker and put it around your neck. “Oh it matches with your garter.”She said.

The garter you were wearing was not attached to anything it was the just a little white lace band around your thigh you thought looked good with the outfit.

“Thanks for the choker, Mads. I really like it!, Can I keep it? Please?”you questioned while giving her puppy dog eyes and pouting your lips.

“Sure why not and your gonna smudge your lipstick if you do that”. She said with an unamused reaction.

“Thank You so much! I love you!”you chuckled at her reaction.

“ by the way you look like a very sexy angel.” She said making you roll your eyes. Of course the garter and choker made you look like the opposite of an angel and an angel but you didn’t care or maybe you did.

“Ok now let’s get out of here.”She said taking her phone.

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As you walked to the front door of the house the party was in you could hear the loud music and people cheering.

You stopped for a second and looked at Maddie. “Is this too much?”You pointed towards your outfit and continued “ I mean does the garter and the choker look okay?” You questioned her with a worried expression.

“Girl you look so good, there will be a line of boys behind you begging for your attention. And as they said in Mean Girls, halloween is the only time you can dress like a slut and no other girls can say anything about it.”Maddison said making you relax.

“Yeah you’re right, I don’t care what the fuck people think if I feel good wearing this I’m gonna wear it.”You said confidently even though you knew at the end of the night you were not gonna feel good because of your heels.

Thr lawn was filled with red solo cups and beer bottles strewn all about. Some glass shards here and there but carefully you walked to the front door.

You both walked in and closed the door. Your ears trying to get used to the loud music and all you could smell was alcohol, perfume and sweat just like a typical frat party.

People were on the floor some were drunkenly walking around, girls were huddled in a corner and were giggling and the place was pretty colourful due to the costumes. You saw people dressed as cops, superheroes, anime characters and some were not dressed at all.

You looked around the room spotting some familiar faces and waving to them. Leo who was also part of the football team winked at you. You chuckled and hoped he wouldn’t see the blush.

“Oh I see Harrison, let’s go talk to him.” Maddie said looking at her crush.”Oh he looks so good, doesn't he? "

You looked at Harrison ironically dressed like Joker. You looked suspiciously at Maddie and watched her go to harrison dragging you along.

"Hey Haz! How are you? " You asked. "love the costume"You said pointing at them both, " Oh look you both are dressed like harley and joker, such a coincidence "You teased.

You looked at Maddie who was currently trying to kill you with her eyes. You chuckled and heard harrison speak to you, "Yeah thanks, you look pretty good too." He lowered his voice and whispered " You know I heard Tom asking me if you were coming to othe party so if you meet him don't tell him I told you anything. " He said getting serious suddenly and then straightened back up and winked.

You chuckled and walked away to get a drink.

You looked around the house while going to the kitchen. Some people were playing truth Or dare while some were playing spin the bottle.

You passed a couple making out and entered the kitchen. You took some soda and poured it in a cup.You had promised Maddie that you will not be drinking alcohol as you were the designated driver of the night.

You looked at the living room through the kitchen as you drank your soda. You spotted maddie and Harrison making their way to the group playing spin the bottle. You have been having a suspicion that they are dating with the way they act but you could be wrong.

"Deep in thoughts?" A familiar voice said breaking your train of thoughts.

You turned around and spotted Tom filling his cup with beer. He looked up at you and smirked.You didn't miss the way his eyes checked you out. Possibly looking at your costume or maybe other stuff.

You chuckled and checked him out. "No costume? " You asked looking at his white button up and black suit trousers.

"I don't do costume, love, but the boys are saying i look like I'm going to a business meeting so i guess that's it. "He chuckled looking down at himself.

"So why did you wear it cause when i usually see you, you're wearing hoodies and sweatshirts?"You asked.

"i don't know guess i wanted to change my style and girls say i look pretty good in it."He said smirking and rolling his sleeves up

You had to agree he looked very fucking hot in it but you had to contain the heat going to your cheeks.

"So what are you doing in here all alone?" Tom asked sipping his drink.

"Just came here to get some soda. " You smiled.

"Not drinking tonight?"

"I am the driver tonight. " You chuckled.

"Did Maddie come with you? " Tom asked.

"Yeah she did why? " You asked skeptically.

"Oh just a question, I don't know i feel like her and haz are dating. "He said looking at the couple laughing at each other.

You looked at them too and smiled.

"By the way you look good as an angel" Tom said blushing.

You looked at him and said"Thank you, you look good too as a person who is going to a meeting. "

Tom chuckled and moved closer to you.

You were pretty sure you looked like a dressed up tomato right now.

"So not playing spin the bottle with her? "

"No it usually just ends with me kissing a random guy with the worst breath ever. " You said grimacing.

Tom chuckled and looked at the party. You looked at his features under the dim light of the kitchen. After a beat of silence you heard him whisper "Who would you want to kiss? ".

"Are we playing 20 questions? " You chuckled. You were shocked with how straightforward he was.

Tom smiled and shook his head.

"I expected the house to be dirty but you guys keep it well kept. " You said looking around wanting to change the subject.

"Yeah well Sam makes us clean the most. Cmon I'll take you on a tour. "He said leading you out of the kitchen.

You guys walked down a hallway with cream coloured walls and looked around.Tom took you through a no. of rooms telling you who lived where. Surprisingly the decor in all the rooms was pretty good. After going around the house you walked into a room which was the farthest to the living room.

The music faded though you could still feel the vibrations through the ground.You walked in and saw Toms jersey on the chair. So this was his room.

“And here’s the last room the best of them, my room.”He said putting some clothes in his wardrobe to look a bit presentable.

“Totally the best.”You said sarcastically watching him keep his hand on his chest in faux offence.

You smiled at his reaction and walked over to the mirror to check your makeup. “Funny how this party turned into a house tour.”you said looking at him staring at you through the mirror. “And I thank you for that I would’ve gotten bored anyway.”you continued.

“Well I wouldn’t let a pretty girl be all alone at a party now, would I ?”he smirked.

You chuckled and looked down.

Tom started walking towards you “Y,know me and Harry were in the living room when you came and I swear to god I saw his jaw literally fucking drop on the floor,”he said “which was also my reaction but then I saw Leo winking at you and I got jealou-“

“Jealous? Why were you jealous?”you asked turning towards him.

Tom looked at you and clenched his jaw. "Guess this was inevitable. Um I have liked you since freshman year. You know since the day you walked in with a ponytail, jeans and our college hoodie. " He chuckled, looking down. "God you were filled with school spirit, darling. " He said looking up at your surprised face.

"Please say something, anything if you want to reject me you can, I have no problem well maybe except the fact that I would be a bit heartbroken, not a bit very heart broken, though I'm not forcing you to-" You cut him off again though this time by pulling his face and kissing him on the lips. He instantly held your waist and brought you closer.

You put your hands on his chest and started pushing him to his bed. He sat on the bed while you straddled his lap.

"You know I like you too, tommy. " You said against his lips. Tom smiled and started kissing down your neck.

"Gosh you look so good,so hot today. " He said finding your sweet spot and sucking on it till the blood came up to the surface. He licked the spot to soothe the pain all while you were whining on top of him and treading his hair with your fingers.

You took your wings and headband off. Tom pulled you closer to him with your thighs and played with your garter.

"Fuck, I didn't see the garter. " Tom said his dick getting harder by the minute. He licked his lips as you pulled him to kiss him again.

You sucked on his bottom lip as he grabbed your ass.You trailed down and started swirling your tongue around his Adams apple.

"Shit, you're gonna be the death of me angel. " He grunted.

"Gosh you feel so good." You moaned while rubbing your core on his cock.

As soon as Tom lifted you to lay you on your bed you heard the door open.

You were shocked at how strong he was as he didn't lose his grip on you even when he got startled.

"Haz! what the fuck are you guys doing here?" He asked.

You saw how drunk maddie and haz were and looking at them pulling away from each other confirmed your suspicions.

"You guys are dating? " You chuckled at maddies state.

"Well i guess the cats out of the bag. " She giggled looking at you both.

"Were you seriously gonna fuck in my room? " Tom asked surprised.

"Well your room is the only one the farthest away. " Harrison defended starting to pull maddie with him.

“Well at least close the door you div !”Tom screamed angrily at him as you laughed at his actions.

After they left the room you looked at Tom and cupped his face.

“Aren’t you tired?”you asked.

“Of him, yes, of holding you up, not at all.”he smirked and finally laid you on the bed.

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This is to make up for the last fic which was pretty shitty! Hope you like it and this is my first time writing a bit smutty so don’t judge me.

#Tom holland X reader #Tom holland au #imagine #oneshot #trending

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hanasnx · 4 months

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billy quinn has BEEN a fav of mine ughh. fundamentally he sets off my voice kink LMAO

like in factory girl he always talks in such a sexy, lazy drawl. idk if that indicates either a.) he expects everyone to bow down to him, and thus makes very little effort when speaking bc his face does the talking for him lol or b.) he’s actually a lil shy softie and is in fact a lil subby king

im thinking option a.. bc i want him to whisper degrading things to me in that smokey voice (like when he said ‘kitty cat 😏’ UR KIDDINGGG HELP he’s actually so hot)

-🫧 anon

billy is so so so underrated. but also another appealing thing about him is how he talks down to edie like he's somehow above other celebrities bcos he doesnt believe himself to be a god, that all this superficial junk hurts your soul. and her little naive ass is like uh huh uh huh mr quinn. like hes so daddy tbh

i loved that you described it as "smokey" like i really like that. its super visualizing

#tw daddy kink #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon: 🫧#ch: billy

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e-dubbc11 · 8 months

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400 Follower Celebration | Song Lyric Prompts

*You know I'm a sucker for a good song lyric game. XD

Muse: Donald Pierce Song Lyrics: "I turn my back and you're messin' around. I'm not bein' jealous. Don't like lookin' like a clown." -Joan Jett & the Blackhearts ;)

If not that one, then here's another encouraging nudge from yours truly… ;)

Muse: Quinn Mckenna Song Lyrics: Runnin' just as fast as we can, holdin' onto one another's hand. Tryin' to get away into the night and then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground and then you say, "I think we're alone now."

LMAO! I couldn't resist. I figure that whole scenario would make for a great getaway scene that could lead to something hot and heavy with Quinn endin' up on top of the other muse or somethin'. LOL! Either way, I have absolute faith in your abilities to tap into both muses, sweetheart! Just have fun with it and go for whatever gets those juices flowin'! Happy 400 Followers, darlin'! *hugs tight and smooches yer cheek* MUAH! <333

DAX!!! Thank you so so much for following me and I know we haven’t had any lately (I’m sorry) but I love our little chats, they always make me smile 😊 I send you all the hugs and smooches right back to ya! ♥️

And thank you for sending in this prompt and being a part of my celebration . I chose Pierce for this one (maybe I’ll do Quinn too at some point) but I wanted to get this one out for you. But please be gentle, this is my first time writing for him. I hope you like it ♥️

I Hate Myself for Loving You

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Donald Pierce x F! Reader

Warnings: A swear word or two, bit of angst, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 2k-ish

Summary: Your new job at Alkali-Transigen has you crushing on the head of security

A/N: This is my first time writing for Pierce, I hope I did an ok job. Thank you for reading!

You accepted the job at Alkali-Transigen because it was the only place willing to hire you with little laboratory experience but you also hoped it would be temporary. You were very familiar with what they did there.

Yes, they were mutants but they were children. They didn’t have families, they grew up inside the facility, treated like science experiments, and were designed to be used as weapons.

But they were just kids and they deserved to grow up in a place where they could just be…kids, not in a holding room or being watched by armed guards outside their rooms.

Even though you didn’t work directly with the kids, you did everything you could to make them feel like someone cared like by bringing them candy, little toys, coloring books, and crayons.

You just felt bad for them and always wished you could do more.

Donald Pierce was head of security and leader of a militant group called the Reavers and when you saw him on your first day at Transigen, you were smitten even though you knew you shouldn’t be. Everyone told you to stay away from him but you didn’t listen.

You had heard he dated a couple of the nurses at Transigen that didn’t end well. And he was also the one they sent out to bring back anyone that tried to run, so you did your best to keep your head down and do the job you were hired to do.

Temporary…it’s only temporary.

He found you working on a Saturday morning in the lab, finishing up some paperwork you didn’t get done the day before.

“Oh…I’m sorry, darlin’. I didn’t know anyone else was here.” He said.

God, his accent was sexy. You played it cool though.

“Oh it’s alright, Mr. Pierce. I’m just finishing up and I’ll be leaving soon, if you need me out faster I can just—“ You stated before he cut you off.

“Now, now I didn’t say you had to leave. You just took me by surprise, is all. That’s not easy to do either. And Mr. Pierce is too formal for someone like me, so please call me Donald or Donnie is fine too. It’s nice to meet you Miss…” He trailed off.

You were hypnotized by his sly smile and southern charm but you snapped out of your trance long enough to answer him.

“Oh! It’s y/l/n…y/f/n y/l/n. I just started a month or so ago.”

One side of his mouth curled up into a slight smile.

“Oh no, I remember. You had your hair pulled back in a low bun that day and I noticed you had a little skull and crossbones pin on your lab coat there.” He said. “As you can see, I’m a fan of the skull and crossbones also.” Chuckling a little, he pointed to the tattoo on his throat.

His memory was impressive. There were a lot of new hires that started that day and he remembered you.

“You have a good memory Mr. Pierce.” You said, completely forgetting that he said it was alright you call him by his first name.

“Well, I never forget a pretty face.” He said with a warm smile, flashing his gold tooth.

Heat rose to your cheeks and warmth spread across your chest as you felt yourself turn different shades of red which is when he asked you to go out for a drink with him. It was the first of many dates with Donald Pierce.

He definitely did not look like Prince Charming, however he could be VERY charming and sweet. That slight southern drawl when he’d call you “sweetheart” or “baby,” made you weak in the knees. The bad boy type always enticed you, gripped you tightly and never wanted to let go and Donnie was no exception.

It was difficult to explain why you were attracted to a guy who had a mechanical arm, a throat tattoo, and a gold tooth but he really was handsome and his bad boy persona made him irresistible to you. He couldn’t be all bad though, could he?

But you weren’t the only one who found his bad boy image irresistible.

It seemed like everywhere you went together, women found Donnie attractive and they never tried to hide it either but what really upset you was when he would flirt back. Who knows what he did when you weren’t around. Maybe you were starting to regret not taking the advice from your co-workers, they did warn you after all.

You wondered if any of them had developed deeper feelings for Donnie so they hated seeing him with you and you hated the fact that you might be in love with him. Was he husband material? Or were you just having fun?

He hasn’t said what his feelings are toward you either so maybe it was just a fling and that’s why he flirted with other women. There was never talk of being exclusive and Donnie did seem like the guy you used as a fling between boyfriends rather than being an actual boyfriend.

He seemed to really like you too though.

“You haven’t run screamin’ for the hills yet but I’m not exactly the kinda guy you bring home to meet mom, ya know? The things Transigen has asked me to do…you don’t know the half of it, sweetheart. But I have to be a strong leader and I relay the orders I get to the Reavers. I can’t appear weak. I’m just not a good guy. I promise you, I do my best not to hurt them when I bring them back after they run.” He told you.

“I know the kind of work you do. I tell myself that ‘it’s just his job, it’s not all that he is’. You’re not a bad guy, Donnie.” You told him.

It scared you to think of telling him how you actually felt about him. He said he was surprised that you didn’t even flinch a little when he touched his mechanical hand to your skin. It was something that he was always a little ashamed of and it surprised you that he actually shared that with you.

“I’m not whole, darlin’.” He had said.

You had touched his mechanical hand, held it in yours and told him that it was just a part of him. It didn’t make him any less of a person in your eyes but he worried. He worried about hurting you, if he gripped your skin too tightly there wasn’t any sensation in his hand so he didn’t know how much pressure he was applying.

“I know you’d never hurt me, Donnie. You never have.” You had said.

But that was a lie.

True, he had never hurt you physically but emotionally, it hurt to watch him flirt with other women though and more than you cared to admit to. It wasn’t necessarily jealousy, it was just humiliating.

And it all boiled over one night when you met him out for dinner and drinks at your favorite local bar. Earlier on the phone, he said he was having a rough day and that he just wanted to relax with dinner and drinks with “his girl.”

As you stepped into the crowded bar, you scanned the crowd for Donnie and found him sitting at a low table in the dimly lit bar area. A wide smile stretched across your lips as you got closer to him but that smile disappeared when you saw the beautiful blonde in a short tight dress sitting across from him.

“There she is. Hey baby.” He waved and turned to the blonde and said, “you’re in her seat, darlin’.”

Your cheeks flamed with anger and your tightly clenched fists rested at your sides with your knuckles showing white.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ya know what? I’ll go. You can have dinner with “legs” here.” You said, turning on your heels and heading for the door.

You heard him call out after you.

“Baby wait! Y/N!”

Suddenly, you felt cold hard metal wrap around your wrist and then your body was being pulled into the coat closet.

“Let go of me, Donnie…NOW!” You yelled.

He shook his head and pressed his lips together in a straight line before saying, “No, I’m not letting go until you tell me what the hell that was all about, sweetheart.”

He gazed down at you with his sky blue eyes, standing close enough to you that you were sharing the same air and because he was holding onto you with his mechanical arm, he couldn’t feel how hot your skin was from the pent up anger you’ve been holding on to for awhile now.

“I don’t like lookin’ like a fool, Donald! How do you think that makes me feel when you flirt with other women like that? And that’s not the first time!” You said, sternly.

Still holding onto your wrist, he replied, “They flirt with me, baby. I don’t wanna be rude. Are ya jealous?” He asked calmly.

“I’m not jealous, I’m embarrassed and I am mad at you and I hate myself for it because it’s not like we’ve ever talked about being exclusive or anything, so I know I don’t really have any right to be angry or jealous but...” You said trailing off with tears burning the back of your eyes and turning away from him so he wouldn’t see the tears that were about to spill over and streak down your cheeks.

He let go of your wrist and with his other hand turned your head toward him and tilted your chin up so you were looking into his eyes.

“Baby, I don’t want you to feel that way. Why would you say that you hate yourself?” He asked.

You inhaled sharply before letting out a long exhale.

“Because…I’ve fallen for you, Donnie.” You whispered. “And I’m afraid you don’t feel the same way because of the way you are always flirting with other women in front of me.”

Your tears had spilled over.

“Well, number one that’s no reason to hate yourself, I am pretty easy to fall for. It’s the accent isn’t it.” He said with a smug smile on his face as you rolled your eyes. But his tone changed as he said, “I really don’t mean to flirt back, I am just tryin’ be polite, darlin’ but I’ll do better because…I’ve fallen for you too, Y/N.” He said, brushing the tear away from your cheek.

Shaking his head, he said. “I don’t hear the L-word very often. But that is what you meant, right?”

You snaked your arms around his neck and gave him a warm smile.

“Yes Donnie, that’s what I meant.” You said and gently pressed your lips to his. “I do love you, ya know when you’re not sitting with hot blondes in tight dresses.”

He let out a little laugh.

“Your ass is the only one I wanna look at in a short tight dress. I love you, sweetheart.” He said.

You pulled him into a tight embrace and Donald winced in pain.

“Easy darlin’, I got shot today.” He said with a slightly wicked smile.

Your mouth dropped as you lifted his shirt and saw the bloody bandage on his oblique but it didn’t look bad.

“Is this what you meant earlier when you said you had a ‘bad day!!?’” You asked with concern in your voice.

He captured your lips again, his were warm and firm as his tongue parted your lips to tangle with yours. The bristles of his beard lightly tickled your cheeks, causing you to giggle. His mechanical hand gripped your waist tightly, pulling you flush with him while his other hand tangled in your hair.

He winked and gave you a sly smile, showing off his gold tooth. “It’s just a flesh wound, baby. C’mon, I’ll tell ya all about it over dinner.”

Tagging: @munsonownsmyass @ilovewhiteroses (I know you ladies love Boyd also) feel free to ignore 🤣

#ericca’s 400 follower celebration #lovely friend Dax #donald pierce #donald pierce x reader #logan 2017

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years

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also oops i saw you had sirens!riddler in there too and i haven't read that yet but i know what he looks like and he's another one who is apparently allergic to buttoning up his shirt (not a negative) so uh, in light of him being surrounded by other super hot girls, please afab/female reader who needs a bit of reassurance and is offered the line "that's it. that's my girl." 💜 (and also ily again u-u)

A/N: omg omg asdfgghjj to be told "that's my girl" by any of the green beans asdfgghhj I'd instantly melt on the spot. I took some liberty and changed the quote a tad because I'm a rule breaker u-u but the tone is still there. And YESSS PI Eddie! PI Eddie! This was the perfect way to destress after my breakdown yesterday rip. Also this ended up being so fuckin' sweet? Like I love this set-up I have going?? I wanna write another sequel? AGAIN? (ily too thanks so much for requesting you have the best ideas I stg)

Trigger Warnings: descriptions of an anxiety/panic attack, insecurities, strong language, overall hurt/comfort, and the comfort is extra sweet and soft

Word Count: 1.9 k

Gotham City Sirens!Riddler x F!Reader - That's My Girl

You were seething.

It's a wonder your skin wasn't bubbling from how hot your blood was boiling.

You were once again picking out leaves from your hair and sweeping thorns from under your desk.

Another visit from Selina, Pamela, and Harley. A popular trio that's been dropping in like flies to their favorite dumpster.

Not a surprise there. They always came knocking on Edward's door whenever they were in the slightest bind and didn't bother to put in a single ounce of effort to solve their own problems.

Now you know that's not true. You know Pam would do anything before asking Ed for help. They're smart and resourceful, only coming to Eddie when they've reached a dead end. Wouldn't you do the same?

You huffed as you slumped back into your desk chair. You would do the same.

Besides, Selina has done a few favors for Edward before his reformation…and a couple during it. He owes her.

You lean your head back and cover your face with your hands. You were already tired from cleaning, you really didn't need these mental gymnastics going on.

He can rely on her for anything. All he can rely on you for is his paperwork being in order and to push his new image.

That is all you were just some pencil pusher in a pencil skirt.

In a city full of super heroes, super villains, super geniuses and super sexy powerful women…it was really easy to feel incredibly puny. Incredibly ordinary and insignificant.

In Gotham, if you weren't a hero or a villain..you were a bystander or a victim…

What are you even doing here? What the hell were you thinking even having a chance with Edward? Edward Nygma at that, the fucking reformed Riddler…

"What am I doing here?"

Just like that the walls were slowly caving in. The walls painted with insecurity and founded on anxiety started crumbling. Suffocating you, claustrophobia setting in.

When you leaned back from your chair, you felt bile come up in the back of your throat. You barely managed to swallow it back down.

You couldn't say the same for the tears welling up in your eyes.

Your hand started shaking on your desk. Everything was hazy and foggy around you.

What are you doing? You wasted space! To think you could hold a candle to the likes of Selina Kyle…fucking Catwoman! Poison Ivy, Mother Nature incarnate! Harley fucking Quinn, the Joker's ex boo and a 10 to boot!

You barely made out the soft shushing sounds you were making. Your hands caged around your head doing anything to cease the nagging, taunting cruel voice in your head.

You laid your head on the desk, wrapping your hands and arms over your skull. Something, anything to make it stop.

"Please…please just stop.." You murmured into the long sleeve of your black blouse that no doubt had tear stains now.

"Y/N?"

Everything came to a screeching halt. The mocking voice, the falling walls, the shakes, the tears. Everything.

Shit.

You popped your head up from under your arms like a jack in the box. Immediately grabbing the nearest and softest material to wipe your face with.

"Oh..umm…hi Mr. Nygma, I-Im sorry um..I was uhh.."

"I see Pam left a mess again. Funny, how much she wants to clean the environment but can't clean up after herself.." Ed chuckles in a remorseful tone. As he recalls the weeks she manipulated him with her pheromones and made herself at home in his apartment.

"Y-Yeah, can't…can't miss her that's for sure." You sniffle.

"Are you all right? Did something happen while I was out?"

"Oh no, no, nothing like that Mr. Nygma…I, I think I may just be having a small allergic reaction to Pam's plants."

Smooth.

If you don't shut up I swear to God…

Ed nodded but he doesn't look the slightest bit convinced. "I would have thought after a couple outings you would drop the formalities…"

You were fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. You lean back in your seat with your head hung low.

"Oh, yeah…sorry. Just force of habit…"

"We'll break that habit eventually, I'm sure."

"Hm.." You nodded solemnly.

Silence hung in the air for a moment.

Edward started walking towards his office, but not without a gnawing feeling in the back of his brain. Something upset you greatly, and he wants…no…needs to figure out what it is.

You were hesitant to divulge any information that much was certain. Your face was puffy and red, your eyes were watery. More in line with crying than an allergic reaction.

Think, Eddie, think…

She was fine this morning, bright even. Smiling and content. She brought us both coffee and she gave me some medicine for my growing migraines…things were going great. She was gonna ask you something…

Then of course Selina and the others came in with another – oh!

While the wheels started turning in his head, he already knew he couldn't leave you alone to your own devices again.

He stopped in front of his door with his hand gripped to the doorknob. He looked over his shoulder and was immediately taken aback by the forlorn look on your face.

You got up slowly from your chair and slung your satchel over your shoulder. It was five o'clock when you usually left anyway, and you needed to get out even if you didn't want to.

You did feel better with Ed around but you were worried the next thing he'd say may cause you to break down again.

"W-wait, Y/N…"

Damnit.

"S-sorry Mr.-- Ed…I'm not feeling myself, I was going to head home, unless there's something you need me to do, and I can take it with me?"

Ed shook his year. "N-No..no, umm…can I speak to you for a minute, in my office. Please, if you don't mind of course."

"Oh, ok..sure. I'll be right there."

You were cursing yourself in your head as you sat your bag on your desk and followed him to his office.

Funny, all the times you fantasized about this exact set up, you didn't imagine you'd had an emotional breakdown just before.

You took a seat in the chair in front of his desk and Ed made his way to his chair. He put down his cane and hung up his signature green suit jacket.

When Ed sat down he rolled up his white dress shirt sleeves and removed his eye mask.

You hate when he wears that thing. You understood why he did. He did look cute with it on, but you adore his eyes too much to want them hidden all the time.

You couldn't stand the silence, so you choked out. "I-I'm sorry, Edward…I just kinda got stuck in my own head. It was stupid, and I'm sorry you had to see that."

Ed furrows his brows. "You don't need to apologize for that. It's perfectly…normal, I'm even prone to that at times…sometimes more often than I care to admit."

"I can't even begin to imagine, but it was over something so…trivial..childish even."

"I can be the judge of that…If you don't mind discussing it with me?"

You felt your throat clamp up again. You wanted to talk to him, you appreciated him even giving you his time to help console you. You two have been going out, but nothing was entirely official, so he didn't have to do this.

"Can I take a guess?"

You nod.

"Was it Selina, Pam, and Harley from earlier?"

You lowered your head in defeat but muttered a "y-yes."

"Why?"

"T-They're just…they just make me feel so…inadequate. Like I shouldn't be here, in your world. I envy them, as much as I hate to admit it. They're smarter, stronger, and they're gorgeous –"

Your fingers have started tapping the wooden desk as you got lost in your anxious rambling. It wasn't until Edward put his warm hand over yours that made you stop. You gasp and look up at him.

"S-Sorry, see? It's so stupid."

"Stop. I'm gonna stop you right there…"

He reached his other hand to grab your other hand. He held both of your hands and squeezed them.

"It's not stupid. As I said it's normal, but I'm telling you now, you've earned your seat here. Why? Because you are intelligent. This world of mine with villains, heroes and crooks, it takes someone of strong will to take it on every single day. Even if you're behind a desk there's always that sliver of a chance of something happening, because of me and who I was and who I am now."

Your breathing was evening out again, despite the thumping of your heart, but it wasn't from anxiety for once.

"And you are gorgeous, you drew me on the first day I saw you. More so than any of those three, they don't hold a candle to you…"

He squeezed your hands again.

"Besides…there's one thing you'll have that they never will."

"What's that?"

He offered a soft smile, "Riddle me this…what’s extremely valuable, risky to give, hard to receive and sometimes impossible to repair once it’s been broken?"

You blinked for a moment. Your heart skipped another beat when you realized the answer.

"Trust?"

Edward rewarded you with a warm smile and kissed the back of one of your hands. "They may be acquaintances, I'll scratch their back if they scratch mine later, but I don't trust any of them as far as I can throw them. But I trust you with everything…and anything."

"You really mean that?"

Ed teasingly scoffed. "Y/N…I know I'm many things but a man of my word I'm certainly am, you should know that."

You giggled. "Y-Yeah I do…t-that's just…I never knew that, never thought of that."

"I know, I…I don't show it often how much I appreciate you and just how much you mean to me. This is fairly new territory for me…but I would like to do better."

You couldn't deny it any longer. You got up from your chair and went over to his side of the desk. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into an embrace.

"T-Thank you," you whispered in his ear. He slowly stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You kissed his cheek before you looked back into his eyes. "By the way, you're doing great."

Ed chuckled. "Good to know."

You giggled at the all too familiar lopsided smirk he gave you.

Edward leaned in and kissed your forehead. He brought his hand up to your cheek and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"Wasn't there something you wanted to ask me this morning? Before we were very rudely interrupted."

"Hmm..oh!" You had gotten so infuriated after Ivy entwined you with her vines, tossed you out of the room, and constricted you to your chair…you completely forgot.

"Umm…oh! I was wondering if you would like to have dinner tonight…at..at my place?” You smiled sweetly.

Edward’s heart swelled up on the inside. Your eyes were bright with excitement, your posture was lax and comfortable against him, and your beaming smile was absolutely precious to him.

He couldn’t resist when he tucked your chin between his thumb and forefinger and brought your lips to his in a tender kiss. When he pulled away, he chuckled at your widened eyes and cheeks dusted a rosy hue. You smiled before you hid your reddening face into his shoulder. He tightened his hold on you, before he whispered in your ear:

“There she is, that’s my girl.”

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