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moonstruckme · 6 days

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heya!! i was wondering if you could write a poly!marauders x reader where r stopped smoking..? i’m 6 months clean from smoking nicotine and i haven’t told anyone (you’re the first!! lmao) just incase i break from a stressful day and so i don’t disappoint!! could you maybe write that into the drabble or whatever you do..? tysm if you do, and if you don’t then no worries!!

i love you mae and make sure to take care of yourself and keep being you!!!!

thanks for requesting gorgeous, i really hope you're doing well!! proud of you <3

cw: smoking, reader deals with addiction

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 936 words

Remus smells like cigarettes. He’s stopped smoking anywhere near you, but you’re sure if you look out the front door you’ll see the telltale smear of ash smashed into the sidewalk from where he’d stamped one out on the way in. The aroma brings longing and self-loathing, the former more potent than the latter, and you find yourself breathing in the fibers of his sweater for a whiff of it.

Remus doesn’t catch onto the true motivation for your proximity. He takes it for cuddling, adjusting his hold on his book so he can read with one hand while the other wraps around your shoulders, encouraging you closer to his side. Underneath the heady smell of lingering smoke he smells like himself, like cinnamon and oranges, and you try to focus on that as your better sense fogs over and your fingers start itching for a cig.

“Aha!” Sirius slaps his last card down on the table.

James blows out a flabbergasted breath, leaning back on his hands on the floor. They’re playing some kids’ card game Remus learned in primary school and unwisely taught them. At first you’d all gotten into it, but after Sirius nearly took your head off for forgetting the rules and playing with two hands (“Sorry, gorgeous, you know I don’t mean anything I say when I’m trying to win…and I could have won, couldn’t I? No, I’m just saying, it’s about the principle—”) you and Remus had bowed out. James and Sirius have retained their obsession for days, each keeping a scoreboard in their own heads that seems to hold them in favor.

“Angel?”

You look up, meeting James’ knowing gaze. “Hm?”

“He asked if you’re getting hungry for dinner,” Remus clues you in, toying with the ends of your hair.

“Oh, sorry. Um…” You think hard. One of the more irritating things about quitting smoking is that now your appetite never seems to fully die down. You’re ready for your next meal all day long, and so you actually have to think about whether it makes sense for you to have it. “I had some carrots just after I got home, so I could eat whenever you want to.”

“Alright…”

You take another deep inhale, telling yourself it’s because Remus smells nice and losing your grasp on self-control all the while.

“Are you tired?” Remus asks, and you don’t know how you didn’t notice it before, that extra bit of roughness that his voice takes on after he’s been smoking. You’re so envious you could die. “You seem distracted.”

“I’m good,” you murmur. Though perhaps it’d be better if you did take a nap or something. You’re beginning to feel twitchy. You take in a breath through your nose like you’ve been practicing, letting it out through your mouth.

“Ah.” Sirius scoots closer to you, laying his cheek on the couch cushion. “You want to have a piece of your gum, sweet thing?”

You look at him guiltily. Remus makes a soft sound of realization.

“You’re picking your nails,” Sirius explains, and you look down to see that you are. “I imagine that means you’re craving one.”

It’s simultaneously sweet and irksome that none of your boyfriends will even say the word cigarette around you anymore. They’re trying to be considerate, you know, but it feels like they think your self-control is so tenuous that just one word could shatter it. You don’t have the heart to tell them.

“Sorry,” you mumble, getting the pack of gum out of your pocket. Just the act of unwrapping a stick makes you feel instantly better. “I guess I was thinking I wouldn’t need it anymore.”

“Don’t be sorry,” James says lightly. “I don’t imagine it’s easy, sweetheart, you shouldn’t feel bad about using something to cope. It’s not like having gum hurts anything.”

You hum, then turn to Remus sheepishly. “I’m really sorry, do you think you might be able to change?” He looks confused. “Your sweater smells like cigarettes,” you explain.

James gasps as though scandalized and Remus swears, grabbing the neckline of his sweater and tugging it off. He tosses it into the hall.

“M’sorry, dove.” He takes your head between his hands, mushing a kiss into your hair. He’s now bare-chested, and you laugh at the dramatics, totally unexpected from him. “I didn’t realize. Is it better now?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

He drops another kiss on your head, remorseful. “Alright, I’ll go grab something else to wear,” he says, starting to stand. Both Sirius and James protest loudly.

“I think what you’re wearing now looks great,” says James.

“Yeah,” Sirius seconds, “stay in that.”

Remus looks down at his shirtless torso, raising an eyebrow at the other boys. You can see the amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Really?” he asks.

“Come on, it’s not like the fucking Pope’s coming over,” Sirius says, looking well below your boyfriend’s eyes with unabashed enthusiasm. “Tell him, gorgeous.”

Remus turns his gaze on you. You curl in on yourself slightly, shrugging your shoulders. “This is the best distraction I’ve had all day,” you say quietly, and James’ laughter booms off the walls.

“Fair enough.” Remus rolls his eyes, grinning as he sits back down on the couch beside you. You get comfy like you were against his side, now smelling only him. He drapes his arm across your back, settling a hand on your hip. “The lows I stoop to for you, hm?”

“If you’re not up to the task,” Sirius says, “just say the word. I’d be happy to take her off your hands.”

“Fuck off,” Remus says, and tugs you closer.

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angelbarelywrites · 1 month

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♡ mine | tommy hewitt x reader

♡ fandoms; texas chainsaw massacre remake/ the beginning

♡ characters; thomas hewitt

♡ reader; AFAB body description, second person POV

♡ cw; graphic sexual content, implied voyeurism, breeding kink, light daddy kink (just calling him daddy? wasn’t sure what to tag that )

♡notes; i feel the need to apologize for this one lmao. i didn’t intend for this to see the light of day but i felt we needed more smut around here and this was already sittin in my personal folder

i don’t know that I’ve ever posted detailed smut anywhere before? so lmk how i did, i still haven’t even asked to get my friend to beta read so I’m sure There’s Issues.

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“Oh fuck, baby,” You sighed softly, letting your head roll to the side as you ground on Thomas’ thigh - the mountain of a man pushing his leg up with a huff. Luda-Mae, Monty, and Hoyt had taken a rare trip to their cousins’ place upstate, and left Thomas and yourself in a…sticky situation.

It had already become a war of attrition with you living there, each of you testing the other’s boundaries as you tried desperately not to cross the line. Thomas was allegedly a good, Bible-following boy- and you a shy little virgin . But god, something about Thomas just made you crazy. You needed him- and you’d gotten so shameless that you’d let him do just about anything to you.

That’s what landed you there, trying to entice Thomas and only ending up a squeaky mess as you rode his thigh. He was steadfast for a man years pent up- seeming to find great pleasure in making you unravel without cracking himself. Of course, you had no idea of the hours he spent fucking into his own hand as he imagined you around him, stealing your panties from the laundry bin and palming himself to the sight of you splayed out sunbathing in the yard. Even now you seemed too hazy to notice his cock straining against his trousers, or his fingers dug into the couch to prevent himself from touching your body. The way he trembled as he felt you making a mess on him, the only thing between your slick cunt and his leg your already soaked lacy panties…

His laser focus was broken by something entirely unexpected. You whimpered and hid your face against his chest, mumbling “Daddy- please—“

He wasn’t sure if it was the phrase,the tone, or both that finally broke his resolve- but either way he pinned you against the floral sofa forcefully, snarling like an animal.

“T-tommy- what- I’m sorry—?” You squeaked, seeming utterly confused. Did you even know what you’d said to him?

He growled and quickly signed ‘Again’. You blinked, perplexed look quickly replaced with embarrassment. You whined and tried to hide your face but he snarled again and made you look at him. ‘Again. Now.’

“…daddy. Please. Please I need you. Please—“ You begged, panting weakly as you writhed uncomfortably and unsated.

He rutted against you quickly, moving and kissing your neck sloppily. “Mine,” He rasped quietly, a rare sound even for his partner “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

“Oh my god Tommy- please- I need you to give it to me- I wanna feel you inside-“

He made quick work of his belt, pushing your dress up carelessly and making just as quick a job out of ripping your undies clean apart.

You yelped but replaced the complaint with a blissed out, shuddering whine as he finally rubbed against your bare pussy. “Oh fuck…please- put it in-“

He grunted and pushed your legs back, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours as you felt his weight pressed against you. Even in this moment, he tried his damndest to be gentle, looking your face over for the slightest bit of fear or apprehension. “Tommy, please. Fuck me.” You whimpered out softly.

He pushed in carefully , having to stop only halfway in as you squeezed around him. He was huge, long and girthy and a painful stretch even with you relaxed. He gave a grunt and nuzzled you, hips twitching as he reached between you. Clumsily, roughly, he found your clit and slowly rubbed, purring in approval as you mewled out his name.

He was able to jerk his hips and finally bottomed out with a low groan, face buried in your neck. He held still, taking a ragged breath to try to regain control- but you didn’t want control. You needed him to lose it completely.

“Daddy, please. I want you to fuck a baby into me,” You murmured, letting a desperate whine leak into your voice. It was a bit of a long shot- but he was so possessive. Why wouldn’t he want to breed you?

Thomas’ eyes darkened at the thought and he gave a low noise you could barely classify as he pulled nearly all the way out and snapped his hips, setting a brutal pace.

“Oh god-“ You yelped, bracing yourself on his huge arms as he pounded into you, the entire couch creaking and slamming into the wall at the force. You lost any coherence you had as he again teased your clit, mind blank. You got exactly what you wanted, and it was too much in the best way possible.

You came first- you didn’t know if it was because of his stamina or because even in a frenzy he still needed you to feel just as good. You were almost crying as he continued, overwhelmed and overstimulated - and wrapping your legs around his waist to make sure he didn’t stop for a moment. “Baby please- inside- I want you to finish inside-“ You mewled out in your haze- but damn if you didn’t mean it.

That was all it took, unsurprisingly, for him to thrust one last time and fill you with a snarl. He peppered your face in soft kisses, giving a heaving sigh as he relaxed. You tried to move but he growled, keeping himself firmly inside of you. You blushed a bit as you saw his intense expression “You ah…you really liked when I asked you to knock me up, huh?”

He nodded, huffing at you.

“…you know we have all night to try again, yeah?”

He grunted and finally relented, pulling out and smirking at the sight of his seed dripping down your thighs.

“Tommy baby? I love you.” You sighed sleepily

He looked up quickly and seemed shocked. Man of few words that he ways- and never having dreamed he’d need to learn the sign, he took your hand and pressed it against his chest. Right above the heart. In your mind, there was no better way he could have said it; he loved you too.

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slashers-and-rats · 6 months

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sweethearts

thomas hewitt x gn!reader | nsfw |

rat chat: this was supposed to be cock warming but it just became comfy fucking your big boy after a long day so. yaaaaaaaay!!

it had been a long day for thomas.

he had woken up at the crack of dawn. he had to peel himself out of your arms, trying his best to ignore your soft spoken protests. he would’ve stayed if he could, but he had things to do. luda mae wanted to do some spring cleaning at the gas station, and he couldn’t leave his mama to do it all by herself. he knew you understood. but, the way you whined at him, and momentarily patted around at his side of the bed for his body made him ache a bit.

that was on his mind for the rest of the day. him and luda rode up to the gas station that morning, tommy eating breakfast on the way and staring out across the dried up farmlands. his focus was still on you when they arrived at the small store and began their work. luda washed windows and swept the front area, while tommy gutted the insides and scrubbed shelves and floors. luda mae said that if the place looked prettier, more hospitable, that they’d get more people coming through and stopping by.

tommy didn’t really care about any of that, though. he tried to seem like he was listening to her talk, and usually he would be, but he was so lost in his own head. he wanted to go home to you. it had become the highlight of his day. it made him feel like the men in the sitcoms and soaps his mama watched. they’d come home after a long day, burst through the door, and their sweetheart would be waiting there for them with smiles and kisses. you were his sweetheart now, and every day when he came home, you’d greet him with open arms and some pampering to soothe him after his hard work. it was a good routine you two had made, and he wished he could just fast forward to the end.

still, despite his yearning to just be home, tommy worked hard that day. he made everything spotless, organized the stock with his mama’s help, and even fixed up one of the old freezers in the back. by the time they were driving home, his muscles were sore and he was exhausted. he barely listened to luda talk, just staring out the window again, watching the familiar scenery pass by as they neared home.

when they stopped in front of the house, he waited for a moment for his mama to shut the car off. he was surprised when the engine kept running, and he turned towards her with a confused look.

luda mae gave a light hearted chuckle. “were you not listening, boy? i just told you i was going to tea,” she said, shooing him out of the passenger seat. tommy blinked a few times. he must’ve been more tired than he thought to not catch that. he shrugged it off, getting out and walking up to the door of the house. apart from the tires of the car screeching off, the home was surprisingly quiet. usually there was some uproar inside of the house, but… everything felt empty.

while, to some, that may seem suspicious, it brought an intense amount of excitement to thomas. the house being empty only meant one thing…

he pushed open the door with a creak, the sound acting as an alarm to the only other inhabitant currently there.

you ran down the steps, skipping a few at the end just so you could bolt into your partner’s arms. tommy grunted a bit when your body hit his, and wrapped himself around you as tight as he could. it made his arms sore, and his back felt like a rusty hinge as he bent over to envelope you in his warmth, but none of it mattered. you were with him now.

“i missed you,” you mumbled, the words smudged against his wide chest. he made a small grumbly noise, patting your back and pulling away just enough to see your face. your smile was wide, eyes glowing with something tommy could never quite define. excitement? adoration? joy? he assumed, in the end, that it was something good, and so he didn’t think much more about it. instead he just admired you, running his hands up and down your sides.

“jeez, you look tired,” you commented, brushing some of his hair from his face. he let out a huff through his nose, like a bull, and shrugged his shoulders. he was tired, sure, but he wanted to be with you. “come on, let’s go sit down.”

you took his hand in yours, leading him over to the family room. tommy took his time to glance around the areas of the house he could see. it really did feel empty. there were no creaks of floor boards, thumps of knives against the counter tops or tables, none of the usual mutterings could be heard through the walls…

you could see the way he looked around, scanning the rooms you passed on the way to the couch. “no one is home.” he looked down at you. “that’s what you’re looking around for, right? well, no one is home. luda mae got everyone running errands today since you two were doing all the cleaning. i don’t think they’ll be back for awhile, either. they’re making a trip to the big grocery store up in the next town.”

tommy nodded. he could feel a growing excitement coursing through his veins. he sat down slow on the couch, leaning back and looking up at where you stood in front of him. you placed your hands down on his shoulders, kneading them.

“y’know, you look really tense,” you nearly purred, a hand coming up to cup his cheek. he pushed into the touch instinctually, finding it only made him relax further into the cushions. “i know you’re probably really tired, but… do you maybe wanna play around a bit?”

he tried not to nod too enthusiastically, but it was hard not to feel the surge of electricity that immediately shot through him at the offer. he kept his eyes on your stomach, not wanting to look at you in fear that you’d see how red his face had gotten, or the desperation that had settled into his gaze.

you knew him, though. you could tell by the way his shoulders grew rigid, and his thighs widened to make way for his growing erection, that he liked the idea.

“we’ll start a little slow. i know you’ve had a really long day.” you patted his cheek gently, sinking down to your knees in between his own. he had to look away again, becoming overwhelmed by even the sight of you getting prepared to do something. your fingers easily unzipped his work pants, and you tugged them down his hips. he lifted up his waist so you could pull the pants down to his ankles, letting them stay there while you ran a thumb over the growing bulge in his boxers.

“must’ve been uncomfortable walking around with this all day,” you teased, leaning forward to kiss at the fabric. tommy was embarrassed that you thought he’d been hard all day, but you were right. since that morning when he left you, all he had thought about was coming home and getting even the slightest glimpse of you like this. he wanted it so bad, but he’d never confess it. his wants didn’t matter. if you wanted to sit and kiss over his clothed cock for the rest of time, he’d let you. as long as it made you happy.

your hot breath puffed out against his erection, and he twitched hard within the confines of his briefs. the bit of friction it awarded him made him shudder. his head went back against the couch, his body further melting into the seat as you teased him.

kiss after kiss was planted along his shaft, the feeling soon becoming too little. he pushed his hips up into you, ever-so-gently grazing his cock against your lips. you were getting the hint, and yet you remained steadfast in teasing him, the only upgrade being that you let a thick coat of saliva cover your mouth before kissing his erection again. it made everything feel damp, and made the fabric grip to him. the way his underwear clung to him caused the slightest bit more friction against his sensitive shaft. it was enough to make him whimper quietly behind his mask.

the sound sent a shiver down your spine. he could see the way it shook you, and made you squeeze your thighs together. your face dipped down lower, your cheek now nuzzling against his balls, as you kissed along the base of his dick. his hand went up to your head, cradling it, and yet also guiding it further into his soft skin. you could smell his sweat and musk, and feel the way his cock throbbed against your face. it made you throb in your own pants, your body growing hot with lust. he bucked up into the heat of your mouth, whimpering again.

you giggled at this, patting his thigh and pulling away, opting to kiss his tummy. it made him whine low, squirming against the cushion, and pushing his hips up into your absence.

“calm down, don’t worry… i just want you to take your boxers off. can you do that for me?” you asked, running your fingers up and down his inner leg.

he nodded with enthusiasm now, not thinking about how silly he may look as he rushed to lift himself up and shuffle his briefs down to his ankles with his pants. it made you smile to see him so excited, and even that made tommy’s cock twitch.

“good boy,” you cooed. you focused on his dick for a moment. it stood thick and proud, the way he was leaning making it settle against his tummy. it was already leaking, much to your surprise. you could feel the heat radiating off of it, and when you reached up to wrap a hand around his base, it pulsed in your fingers. he shuddered at the touch, embarrassed he was coming unravelled so quickly. he should’ve been used to this by now, it happened every time you pampered him like this, and yet he still felt bashful.

you hummed softly, leaning forward to press a soft peck to the tip of his cock. you quickly licked the precum it left from your lips, sighing softly. “you always taste so good, tommy.”

even that slight praise made his balls ache. his heart was racing, the exhaustion from the day mixing with his overwhelming need making him feel silly. he felt like the room was swaying, almost dizzy with arousal, but if you had asked if he needed to stop, he would’ve screamed no. he needed more.

you, never one to deny him of his needs, slipped his head into your mouth. the action made him groan, the sound trailing into a low breath. you got to work, rubbing your tongue over his tip while stroking in slow, short bursts along the base of his shaft.

tommy got lost in it all too quickly. he didn’t have the energy to stay coherent. he simply sunk into the pleasure, every once in awhile letting his hips stutter up into your mouth. other than that, he laid relaxed against the couch, rumbling sounds of pleasure emanating from his chest. he was like an old furnace. heat burned off of his body, and there was a roar of a fire in his stomach which caused the rumbling moans to leave his mouth like a chimney. he groaned and whimpered, even occasionally whispering your name.

he could tell you were amused. the way you indulged him showed that. at every sound, you gave him a little more, rewarding him for his good behaviour. you lowered your mouth further onto his cock, your tongue pressing into all those sensitive spots you had mapped out with practice. your hand squeezed around his base, or dipped down to cup his balls and massage them. you drooled onto his dick, using your free hand to spread the slick of your drool over what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

tommy watched you when he could manage to pick his head up. he admired the way you bobbed, putting such care into the way you touched him. all you wanted was his pleasure, and all he wanted was yours. it felt good to feel equal.

it all added to that furnace inside of him. ever movement shovelled coal into the embers, and he soon felt like he was being engulfed by flames. his hips began to buck more and more often, soon just turning into a steady string of thrusts into your mouth. he was careful not to go too deep, not wanting to make you gag. it worried him when it happened. he was big, he might hurt you.

you looked up at him as you removed your hands entirely, allowing him to lazily fuck your face at his own pace. you watched him from your position below him, moaning around his cock so that the vibrations shook him. you could tell it worked, because your own sounds of pleasure would cause his rhythm to become uneven for just a moment, before he’d go back to the task at hand.

he throbbed in your mouth, the precum coating the insides of your cheeks. you tried to swipe your tongue across his head when you could, but found that it was just easier to let him make a mess of your mouth.

soon, you were dripping drool down your chin, lips puffy with abuse. tommy was getting close, your sinful image doing nothing to calm his growing arousal. small waves of pleasure ran through his body, all focusing down on his cock. he would cum soon, you could tell.

you didn’t want that just yet, and so you patted his knee, and popped your mouth off. the gesture made him choke on his own noises, and he sat straight up out of surprise. he looked down at you with worry, but you just shook your head.

“we’re gonna keep going. i just wanna have a little fun too, is all,” you explained, getting up to your feet. he looked you over, focusing on every little movement you made as you slipped yourself out of your own pants. he watched you wiggle them down your hips, turning around, and then sitting down on the edge of his lap. “guide yourself into me,” you instructed, before lifting yourself up.

for a moment, tommy was stunned. he didn’t move. he just stared at the back of your head, blinking through the exhaustion and excitement. you wiggled your butt, as if to remind him of his task. it did, and he quickly gathered his thoughts again. one of his hands went to your waist, gripping it gently, while the other pushed his cock up to align with your entrance. he pulled you down towards him, slowly and steadily guiding the head of his cock into your hole.

once again, the fire roared, and a low moan escaped him. he kept you there for a moment, now holding both of your hips with his hands, letting himself feel the way you squeezed around just the tip. he drowned himself in you. you whined, squirming in place, urging him to give you more, and he obliged. he pulled you down onto him, sinking every inch of his cock deep into you, and letting it disappear inside your tight walls.

he surrounded you. he pulled you back against his chest as far as he could, his strong arms wrapping around your torso and holding you in place. he widened his thighs to allow you a comfortable place to settle, but also to trap you further against his body. this is where you belonged, he thought. he’d never say it, but sometimes he wished he could keep you like this all day. you didn’t need to be anywhere else. this is all either of you needed. he knew it.

tommy leaned his chin down against your shoulder, pressing his cheek into the side of your face. you could hear his hot, panting breaths against your ear, and the way small raspy whimpers slipped their way out underneath them. you weren’t any more put together. his size stretched you open, nearly knocking the air from your lungs. you felt so full, so warm, and couldn’t stop squirming on his lap at an attempt to adjust to his length. with every movement, though, his shaft would brush against that sensitive spot inside of you, only making the pleasurable feeling inescapable.

you both revelled in this moment. the only sounds in the house were your breathing and small moans, and the soft squelching sounds coming from in between your bodies. he couldn’t stop leaking precum, and you had become wet with arousal long ago.

tommy was pulled down to earth when your hand overlapped one of his on your stomach. you patted it gently, leaning your head back against his shoulder. “you always make me feel so good, tommy… i’m so full,” you praised.

he grunted against your skin, pushing his hips up into your own. you could feel his thighs tensing under your weight. he wanted more. he wanted to bounce you up and down on him like some doll, or bend you over the arm rest and ram into you. he wanted to hear you try to praise him while you sobbed in pleasure. you were already shaking in his lap, massaging his cock inside of you. it drove him crazy. if he wasn’t so tired, he would’ve dragged you up the stairs and taken you with reckless abandon.

in that moment, he only had the energy to grind lazily into you. despite it not being much, it drove you both crazy. your hips rolled back to meet his own. it drilled him deep inside you every time, and pushed his head right up against your g-spot with ease.

his hands pushed up your shirt, gathering the flesh of your chest in his grasp and squeezing. the feeling made you gasp, arching slightly up into his rougher touch. he kneaded the skin, palms rubbing over your nipples. he swallowed up every little sound of pleasure you made, drinking it all in.

“tommy, baby, please… please fuck me… fuck me properly,” you begged.

thomas nodded, leaning back against the couch and grabbing your thighs. he pushed them up, holding them apart before beginning to shallowly thrust into you. it might not have been much, but it made you both melt. the way he moved you, guiding your hips into a swivel and driving you down onto him, made you both go crazy. with every wet slap of his cock into your hole, he whimpered or groaned, keeping a steady pace. he made sure your legs stayed open so he could get as deep as he needed to.

for once, tommy was able to somewhat keep it together. he was so focused on hammering into you that he seemed almost mechanical. meanwhile, you were coming apart on top of him, trying your best to hold on while he slammed into your spot with every harsh thrust. you were sobbing, gripping onto his arms to keep yourself grounded. tommy had gotten lost in his own needs, simply focusing on the ramming of your g-spot and the squeezing around his cock.

he only snapped out of it when you began squirming hard against his lap, your sounds getting louder and more strained. he nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your scent and watching you get close to your climax.

“you’re such a good boy… so good… you’re gonna make me cum. please cum too, fill me up. i need it so bad, please, please…” you whimpered. you didn’t have to tell him twice. he sped up his hips, chasing after not only your orgasm, but his own.

you came first, though. you squeezed hard around him, letting out a small yelp before beginning to tremble against his body. your thighs shook as you made a mess of yourself, coming hard and desperate on his lap. tommy was quick to follow. the way you milked him made it hard for him not to. he buried himself deep inside with one last thrust, making sure that nothing would spill when he finally shot his load. it flooded into you, his cum filling your hole with a warm, sticky feeling. he cried out when his climax hit, his arms dropping your legs, only to squeeze you hard and rock you against him. you both rode out your orgasms slow.

you stilled after a minute, resting back against tommy’s large body, breathing heavy. tommy could tell you both felt the same now; spent and ready for the day to be done. for a moment, all was silent, peaceful even.

then the door to the house opened.

thomas recognized the creaking sound of the front door, and immediately panicked. he grabbed a nearby blanket, throwing it over both of your lower halves, and quickly switching the tv on. he held you close, and you shushed him quietly. he hoped no one would notice he was still balls deep inside of you, twitching with every little after-orgasm-spasm you had.

“tommy? you here? I’m back from tea!” luda mae called, wandering into the living room. she glanced over you both, and you felt lucky that she was partially blind and had a tendency to keep her glasses dirty. “oh, there you are. and your little sweetheart is here too, it’s good to see you.”

she smiled gently at you, and you nodded and returned the gesture. she glanced over you both, raising an eyebrow. “i don’t usually see you two so snuggled up,” she commented, crossing her arms. then she laughed, “i can see why, though. tommy, your face is as red as a tomato! and just from some cuddle time! you two are so cute,” she laughed, waving you two off. “I’m gonna go start on dinner. y’all should get cleaned up, it’ll be ready quickly. I’m surprised you haven’t taken a shower yet, you did a lot of work today.”

she walked off without even a second glance, leaving you both to let out the breaths you had been holding. you wiggled in his lap, forcing a grunt from his mouth. it made you giggle with amusement.

“good idea with the blanket, i don’t think she suspected anythin’,” you said, patting one of thomas’ legs comfortingly. “keep it there while i pull my pants up…” you added in a whisper, beginning to shuffle so that you could lift yourself off of him. he whined low, pulling you back down against his lap. you felt your face go red, now matching his. “we can’t stay like this.”

“five more minutes…” he muttered in his low, raspy, often unused voice. it made you shudder, and you glanced quick towards the kitchen doorway. luda mae didn’t look like she was coming back, so…

“fine. but then we take a shower like she said, and i get to wash your hair. deal?”

thomas nodded. he got comfortable, nearly purring against you as he settled his chin against your shoulder. within a few seconds, he had managed to fall asleep. this would make things harder, but you couldn’t help but let him rest. he deserved it.

#slasher x reader #slashers #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt

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kingofthe-egirls · 7 months

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SOMNO: LUFFY x Y/N (when "it" appears part 3)

series

(cw: somnophilia, cunnilingus, fingering, sweet fluff, "mae-mae" nickname used, est new relationship)

(a/n: this is so much fun to write, so i hope you like it!)

also this is a gift for @zwhoreo! <333333333

words: 897

“Psst,” Luffy whispers, next to his sweetheart in the warmth of his bed. She’s wrapped around him, tangled up in his arms as she sleeps. She’s so pretty. She breathes shallow, puffy breaths onto his chest where she’s snuggled under the blankets.

She murmurs his name in her sleep.

“Captain…,” she snuggles closer, “Luuffyyyy.” Her voice is soft and warm, and slightly erotic in its undertone. She shifts against him, bringing her hips in closer to his side. She starts rocking, slightly.

She whimpers against Luffy’s chest, as his own breathing starts to quicken. Her eyes are still shut, her breathing still shallow. Luffy pokes her cheek, but she doesn’t move.

She’s asleep.

But she’s rutting against him, whimpering little noises of need into his bare chest. She’s dreaming of something, and Luffy feels a thrill in his stomach as he hopes it’s of him. So he snuggles in closer to her, wrapping his arms around her. He closes his eyes, happy to sleep, but…

She’s sexy.

Sex is something new for Luffy--it's special and sweet. Plus, it's super special because it's with her. He likes it a lot himself and it seems like she really likes it too. She sounds so pretty when she has sex. And she makes such sweet faces! All blushed and sparkly-eyed, her hands around him keeping him safe and warm. So he snuggles up closer to her, pressing a kiss into the side of her head. Sex makes her excited, and Luffy likes seeing her excited. She mumbles something, a comma of frustration appearing between her eyebrows. Luffy frowns.

Seems like the subtle friction of her sleepy rutting is nowhere near enough. Hm. Luffy pouts; he wants his sweetheart to feel good. And then, he snickers to himself as he ducks beneath the covers.

If she wants to feel good, then her captain's going to make sure she feels good.

“Mae-Mae,” he whispers, “Hold still.”

****

Warmth, between your legs.

Softness—it’s, dark out

still,

slurp

it’s—

Luffy.

him

……it’s

—slick, it’s

* * * ;

lips, and

skin and—

tongue,

and

warm—again

and * . — , slow

shivers

, ' there, so—

soft so

sex

****

Luffy is slurping at your slick cunt, sucking in your clit and letting it go with a pop. He's making out with your clit, slow and sensual as your consciousness slowly blinks back to wakefulness.

"L...Luffy?" You ask sleepily, supporting yourself on your elbows as you sit up. He flicks his eyes up to you, sparkling like black opals in his cabin's velvet darkness. His hands are warm as they slide against your thighs, holding them open as he suckles your clit.

"Sweetheart...," he moans, hazy with lust in his raspy voice, "Sleep okay?" He stares at you, wide eyes earnest in their curiosity. He slides his tongue up your pussy, pressing the flat of it up at your clit.

His eyes roll up in his head as he ice cream licks your pussy. His arms are wrapped around your thighs, and now he brings his fingers down to rub at your clit. He drags his other hand beneath you so he can start dipping into your entrance. Luffy prods at your pussy, his fingertips slick with your own arousal and his spit. Your body is melted--molten--as Luffy slowly licks you into liquid gold.

"Luuuffyyyy," you groan, slowly shifting in the blankets as he presses two fingers inside you. Your captain grins, his teeth flashing pearlescent in the starlight. You're soaked already, as he slides his digits all the way to his knuckles. He flutters them up a bit, and you gasp. "Luffy!"

"Shishi," he snickers, speeding up, "S'good, right Mae-Mae?"

Shit--

It's not thirty seconds since you've woken up, and you're already squirting onto Luffy's hand. "Shit!" You say, strange feelings of release coursing through you as you shudder through an orgasm. It's something you've experienced a few times before, but not--

Not like this.

This, is...

Luffy.

It's pure him.

All his joy, his ecstasy, his service that he pours into each and every one of his friendships. Except it's for you, your pleasure, your sex, and Luffy steers you like you're the helm of his ship. He sucks harshly on your clit. He starts teething along your major lips, brushing his lips against the soft, slightly coarse hairs.

"So pretty, Mae-Mae," he praises you, voice low and gravelly. He sits up, sliding his fingers out of you. Your walls are still shivering. "Wan' more?" He asks you, eyes scanning your face in the darkness. You moan, already spent and tired. He leans forward to start kissing your stomach. He spreads his hands over your legs again, letting you decide. "S'okay if you're done, pretty," he whispers. "Ya made such good sounds f'me," he licks at your inner thigh, before pressing a deep and loving kiss to the soft, stretch-marked skin.

"Let's sleep, Lu," you whisper, sleepily cuddling back into the pillows.

He hums a small happy noise, before springing back up onto the mattress for you. He snickers, wrapping you up in a bear hug with the blankets all still snuggled around you. He squeezes you tight, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck. He buries his nose in your sleep-mushed hair. "Love you, sweetheart...," he says with a yawn. "Sweet...dreams...," he snores loudly into your ear.

You start, surprised, but soon relax into his warm embrace.

Sweet dreams.

#dumpster dive #my writing #one piece fanfic #luffy x reader #luffy fanfic #luffy x y/n #luffy smut #one piece smut #luffy x you

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swagatron9 · 2 years

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Slashers Reaction To You Having A Wet Dream

Pairings: Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers

Brahms Heelshire:

Come on now, let’s not be shocked by his actions.

This boy would absolutely pounce on you the second anything sexual comes out of your mouth. You could moan at the delicious taste of food and that is an indication for sex to Brahms.

His somnophilia kink is summond immediately.

Definitely tries to fuck you while your sleeping or will at least try to get you to orgasm while being asleep the entire time, if that’s even possible.

He would probably wake you up just from touching you so much. You’d just be half asleep as Brahms is groping every inch of your body.

It’s either that or you wake up with your mouth stuffed.

Brahms couldn’t believe his ears when he was woken up in the middle of the night by your moans. At first he wondered if you were having a nightmare, but that wasn’t the case. “Brahms.” You mumbled quietly before another moan escaped your lips. Brahms could see from under the cover that you were sightly grinding against the bed and he knew exactly what was going down.

He smirked as his hands went to your body, he explored all over before finally going down below. “Fuck, Brahms!” You moaned louder this time as your body moved with his hands. As soon as Brahms hand reached your lower region, your body began to move on its own. You grinded against his hands unconsciously.

This was all it took for Brahms to wake you up and create your dream into a reality, as well as so much more.

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas wouldn’t act on it, but he would definitely sit close to you and listen even if he does feel guilty while it happens.

He would pull out a chair and sit beside the bed while your moaning out his name. the idea of you not knowing that he’s listening and is aware would turn him on and he would keep this a secret until he gets caught by either you or one of the family members stumbling into the room.

You almost caught him listening when you were woken up by Hoyt. “Tell partner to shut up!” While you didn’t hear exactly what he said you were still woken up by the loudness of his voice. By the time your awake and aware Thomas is already on the other side of the room staring at a random painting that’s hung up.

Overall I think Thomas would enjoy listening to you having wet dreams but he’d be to embarrassed and ashamed to ever admit it.

Thomas knew that he would be ashamed the second that you woke up but he couldn’t help himself. He quietly picked up a chair and brought it over to the bed. ‘He’s just keeping watch to protect you.’ He told himself silently to silence the voice in his head that told him no, but he knew the truth.

His cock twitched as you let out a much louder moan than before, his nerves began to rise as he wondered if Hoyt or even Luda Mae could hear you from outside. He wanted to wake you up, save you the embarrassment of getting caught, but it was like he was stuck in a trance as he watched your body writhe under the covers.

You were horny, he was horny, and so was a perverted Hoyt who couldn’t help but listen from outside the bedroom door.

Michael Myers:

If Michael wasn’t in the mood for sex he would just leave the room, plain and simple. Sometimes he would come home after a long day of putting people into an eternal sleep that all he wants to do himself is sleep and you moaning won’t help that.

He’s up and ready to kill the second a little squeak exits your mouth. You roll over and bam, knifes our ready to play.

If Michael was in the mood, I have no doubt that he would rip your clothes to shred and before you could even process what was happening you would be pinned to the bed and fucked senseless.

There’s no trying to keep you asleep when it comes to Michael, he wants you awake so you can feel his power and strength. He wants to know what his body is doing to yours so he definitely in the slightest bit proud that your moaning his name.

Michaels eyes opened as he heard the familiar sound of your voice. You called out his name, he was so sure of it, but why were you still asleep? He stared at you in confusion, he was certain that he didn’t imagine you calling out to him, and then you did it again. “Mikey!” You whined. He always hated when you called him that, but today was an exception.

Your hands clung onto the sheets below you and it was then when Michael realized what was happening. His hands were on you in an instant, and your close were gone like Thanos snapped them away.

#slashers #slasher smut #slashers x reader #brahms heelshire #michael myers #thomas hewitt #Brahms heelshire smut #Brahms heelshire x reader #Michael Myers smut #Michael Myers x reader #Thomas Hewitt smut #Thomas hewitt x reader

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take-everything-you-can · 4 months

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Mae im still thinking about coming home with a hole in the crotch of your pants and eddie ripping it open and just fucking you with your ripped pants still on. 🫠😵‍💫

🤤🤤🤤 we've hit horny hours folks 😩

This man would not be able to resist! The second he sees the rip while you bend down to feel the water temp his grip would be onyour hips. A small but sharp slap to your ass while mumbling under his breath about how fucking inviting you look.

He'd have you bent over the bathroom counter, bra pushed up as his hand snakes it's way to hold your throat as he fucks his hips into your dripping cunt. He only tears the hole a bit more to accommodate himself, slipping your panties to the side as his cock buried itself inside you so incredibly deep.

He would be feral as you become nothing but a moaning mess under him barely able to keep your eyes open but the second he sees your eyes flutter closed completely his tone is edged with possession "no no no don't you fucking dare ! open baby , keep those pretty eyes on me! I want you to see who's fucking you so well !"

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie stranger things #the things i would let this man do.....

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thewritingofspencerrose · 6 months

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Midterm Madness

Luke Hughes x OC

"Babe?" His rough, sleep-filled voice mumbles, rolling over in our bed. "What are you doing up?"

"Oh God, did I wake you?" I answer instead, dulling the screen of my laptop that sits in front of me. "I've been trying so hard to type quietly." Okay, that wasn't the answer Lu was looking for, based on how adorably confused he is right now, curls everywhere.

"It's- two in the morning Baby, why aren't you asleep?" He tries again, pulling the textbook off my lap, "And what is this?"

"I have a midterm in the morning, I was just studying now since I didn't have a chance to today at the hospital and then I got home with barely enough time to make dinner before you and Ja -"

"I wish you would have told me Baby," He interrupts, rolling on top of me and preventing any further studying. "I don't want you to feel like you have to cook for the Jack and I when you spend the night here, especially after a shift or on an exam night."

"But I enjoy it, it's like sitting down to family dinner and I don't get those when I go home," I can't help but remind, because it's the truth. He was there during my parents divorce last year when my sister left for school and made them an empty nester. He knows what was lost, and the Hughes family did their best to fill it in.

"How can I help with..." Are the next words out of his mouth, his strong arms pulling my back into his chest, holding the textbook in his hands as if he were reading. "Biochemical reactions?"

"I appreciate your efforts baby but you have practice tomorrow, and-"

"And nothing. Come on, if you're up, I'm up, and we're going to overnight this like when we were in Michigan," He demands, moving from the bed and taking all of his warmth with him. Throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, he tosses me his hoodie, my favorite one, and holds out his hand, taking my books and computer from me. "We're going to make some tea, settle down at the dining table, and get this shit done, okay?"

"Okay, I can agree to these terms," I can't help but agree, seeing the soft smile he's using on me, pulling his sweatshirt over my head and throwing my hair up. "We've got this."

"Hell yeah we do," Lu assures, leaving me to follow him as he exits his room, sprawling all of my things across the table, only pausing when another male voice interrupts the silence of the room from the couch.

"Moose? Mayday?" Jack's voice is the one to call, his head ducking up over the back of the couch, game controller in hand and brows in the sky. "What are you two doing up?"

"Mae has a midterm in the morning so we're going to study for it," Lu answers, turning to me, "Want to grab the snacks and drinks? You need fuel if we're going to survive this."

"Yes sir," I answer with a mock salute, wandering away with the boys chattering in the back ground. It's on my return that I pause, seeing both boys sitting at the table with their noses in my textbook. "Boys?"

"Can't have my future sister-in-law bombing an exam now can I? Who else is going to patch me up when I get into another fight?" And while it's a joke, you can see in his body language how much he does care.

"What fight? I thought that brawl with Aho wasn't a fight?" I can't help but chirp, his eyes rolling and Luke laughs, pulling me down to sit next to him, his lips meeting my forehead.

"Yeah, you think you're so funny Doc, now tell me, what's the golgi apparatus?"

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #nhl fanfiction #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #jack hughes #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl oneshot

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readyplayerziggy · 10 months

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Has been trying to craft an aura of gluttony around herself that makes any who come into close proximity become hungering, slobbering animals that just want to stuff their face until they physically can't move.

Or at least until she gets out of range and the spells nullifying their discomfort goes with it, making all the sensations of having eaten that much food hit them all at once.

She's found it's especially effective on Assassin class Servants.

#temp! muse: tamamo no mae #just a mumble #h/eavyweight

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slasherstories123 · 1 year

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Slashers reaction to Child reader getting into a fist fight bc some other kids were talking bad about the slashers

If you don’t feel comfortable with this you can ignore this❤️

Slashers reaction to their child getting into a fight

Parring: Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, and Michael Myers x Child! Reader

Tagslist: @dootys @callmemeelah @fluffy-little-demon @mehidktbh @slash3rl0v3r @the-anxious-youth @beanbagbitch @mrs-heelshire @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @oneofvincentscandles @alexxavicry @vexeliers-breakroom @naxxsstuff @beel-mcburger @emychan @charliedawn @sleepypersonblog @slasherscrybaby @anim3l0v3r @kawaistrawberry21 @l0sercat @sadskies @pink-apollo @bunnysenpai31 @turdmongler

Thomas Hewitt

The Hewitt family did their best for you especially when they put you in school, considering the right situation they were in, it was hard to put you in one and it was a miracle when they found one for you.

You’re a good kid, they all know this, so it’s a surprise when the school told Luda Mae that you were fighting a few kids at school.

She’s used to violence, but coming from you? She’d never thought you had in in you.

“Tell me dear, why did you fight those kids? she asked, taking you out of the school. You stayed silent for a few minutes, to which she understood.

Eventually, she you spoke up. “They were making fun of dad…” Luda Mae listened.

“They called him… a freak, a…a monster, a weirdo… I couldn’t take it. Dad did too much for me… for all of us.”

She gave you a small smile while rubbing your hand. “I can assure you that those kids are the least of his problems, but I am proud of you for sticking up for your father, I’m sure you can stick up for yourself too, your father Thomas would be proud too.”

She was half right. When Thomas found out he was worried that you’d get in trouble, luckily you didn’t. But he was proud of you, also telling you that you didn’t need to do that for him.

Vincent Sinclair

Lester was the one who picks you up and drops you off from school and back into town, and Lester was the laid back uncle who would only intervene if it was necessary.

In this case, he did, “say kid, you messed those kids up pretty bad back there, mind telling me what happened?” You mumbled something but he didn’t hear. He didn’t say anything else u til you got back to Ambrose.

You walked past Bo to which he scoffed in response, “what happened to them?” “They beat up a few kids at school.” He had a shocked look, “well it’s about time! I knew they had it in them!” “Bo! This is serious!”

Even though they were outside, Vincent heard them and rushed over to you. Checking you for any injuries you may have. “Dad.. I’m fine.” He held onto your shoulders with a small huff.

Vincent was always the worried father, but you understood why, he dosen’t want anything bad to happen to you, that’s it.

Since he taught you sign language, it made communication a lot better. “Why did you fight those kids?” You replied with no hesitation. “They were making fun of you, I couldn’t just stand by and let them talk down about you like that.”

He could tell by the way your fists balled up that you were still angry, he held into one of the fists and pulling you into a hug, his actions spoke for him. “You don’t have to fight for me” heck he’s already used to Bo’s remarks 24/7.

Jason Voorhees

He’s used to the “hurtful” words the kids may say, but he never expected you to take action on it. He stood there frozen when you beat up one of the kids who were begging for you to stop

Even when the other two kids tried to stop you, you fought both of them too. You were still angry, fists balled up while you were breathing heavily, getting ready to throw another punch

He stopped you just in time, the kids ran away as he held onto you. You eventually stopped trying due to his string grip. “Sorry you had to see that. They were making fun of you.”

He put you down and made you face towards him. “That doesn’t matter, are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

You replied back, “No. I'm okay. They didn't get the chance to kah a finger on me.”

He doesn't know where to be proud or concerned, in this case, he's both.

He dosent blame you, if someone made fun of you he’d practically do the same thing.

But you can get in trouble if you get caught, Jason dosen’t want you to partake in violence so he wouldn’t want you to do it again.

Michael Myers

Out of all the others, he’s the more proud one.

A very proud father, Michael likes violence, but he has his limits. In this case, it was deserved, even though Michael could care less about what some kid can say about him, or anyone else for that matter.

He could fightthe kid but that wouldn’t be fair for obvious reasons

He stood back and watched you best up those kids, this tells him that he's been teaching you well on fighting.

“And if you talk bad about my dad again, I swear on his life I’ll bury your body in different states!”

Okay... He didn't teach you to say that.

Once the kids left, he walked up to you and placed his hand on your hewd as his way if saying that he was proud of you.

But that didn’t stop your anger though. He guided you home with his hand on your head, walking in the shadows of the town.

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looseratinthegarage · 2 years

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How about this: y/n was gifted a blood red showerlotion/bath and when the slashers (rz michael/thomas and any slasher you like to add) see you drenched in it they panic and think you have hurt yourself or even tried to take your life(you being in the tub and the water being red)?

Y/n used red soap and the slashers having a stroke

Michael has a blood kink you can’t convince me otherwise. Anyway! I hope you like it!

Rz Michael

You took your dirty clothes off and threw them onto the floor without care. You had recently been given a new red body wash by a friend. It was supposed to be the best at getting rid of the icky germs; and in the Myers household there’s a lot of that.

You lean into the shower and turn the handle with a squeak. You let it begin to warm before getting in. Someone silently enters the back door, but you still catch it. Michael must be home.

You check the water and get in. The warmth envelopes you and you let out a sigh. You waste no time and grab the body wash. You pour a glob on your hand and begin rubbing it up and down your body. It didn’t make bubbles disappointingly, but it’ll do.

The bathroom door opens, but the sounds of the water running blocked it out.

Suddenly the shower door slides open. You let out a little gasp and see Michael. He reaches in and grabs you from your pleasant shower. In a bridal hold he kneels now and looks at you with wide eyes. He begins checking your body frantically.

“what the fuck!-” You shout looking at him aghast.

Once he finds no wounds his posture relaxes. He swipes two fingers on the familiar looking liquid and brings it to his face. He sniffs it and turns his head to the side.

“Michael- Did, did you think that was blood?” You say holding in your laughs.

He meets your eyes with a very unamused look.

“Awwwh~ KYAA-” You hit the cold tile with a yell.

He let go of you and stands up. You whine at your boyfriend as he walks away and groan at your now very sore body. He turns around and looks down, he rolls his eyes. He pulls his coveralls down and picks you up.

“What are you?-” you question, but warm water hits you faster than you could process.

“M-Michael!” You stutter and begin to blush.

He sets you down in the bathtub and inspects the red bottle. He then puts way too much on his hands and sits down with you. He rubs the blood like soap on your arms, then stomach, and chest... His hand glides to your throat and gives it a gentle squeeze. Then it clicks.

“You- you have a blood kink don’t you!” You say, your face getting redder by the second.

He turns his head to the side then smears some on your face. You slowly look down and see he’s as hard as a rock. You quickly look up and see his own, almost unnoticeable, pink blush.

Thomas

You needed a shower desperately. Hoyt, being the absolute gentleman he is, tripped you into a puddle of thick mud. He thought it was hilarious, going so far as to offer you a hand only to let you fall again.

You walk up the porch steps and wipe your feet off. You open the door and head inside. Luda Mae saw you and gawked.

“Hell happen to you?” She asked surprised.

“…Your son…” you grumpily mumble.

You turn and start heading up the old plantation's stairs.

“Hoyt!!!” You hear Luda yell and slam the front door.

You’d normally laugh, but you just did the laundry. You open the bathroom door and peel your muddy clothes off of your body. You look like a pig. You groan and turn the water on. You push the curtain open and hop into the slowly warming shower.

You reach down and grab a newly stolen body wash, taken from some trespassers. You pour it on your hands and begin scrubbing your body down. You hear the doorknob rattle for a moment then the door opens.

“If that’s you Hoyt, I’m ripping your dick off.” You threaten, only to see Thomas’s face pop through the curtain.

“Oh, hi sweetheart- eek!!” You greet him the let out a little shriek.

He pulls you out of the shower frantically and sits on the closed toilet. He sits you on his lap and looks down at your body with fearful eyes. He checks for injuries, and he feels relieved but also very confused. He takes your red covered arm.

“Who’s blood?” He writes on you.

You look at him questionably for a moment then put the pieces together.

“It’s body wash, dear, not blood.” You giggle and kiss the side of his mask.

Even behind the leather you can see his face heat up in embarrassment. You cup his face lovingly, you found it so sweet that he got so worried.

“What about my dick?” Hoyt asks outside the door suggestively.

“I’m gonna kill him,” You take a deep breath, Thomas nods.

“One of these days imma snap,” you explain. “Don’t be surprised when it happens, cus it’s gonna happen, and it’s gonna happen fast.” You joke and pat Thomas on the chest as you get off of him.

He laughs and stands up. You pull him down for one more kiss and get back into the shower.

“Your wasting water,” Hoyt comments.

Thomas opens the door and you hear Hoyt mutter an uh-oh.

#slashers #horror #slasher community #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre #halloween #rz michael myers x s/o #rz michael myers x reader #rz halloween #rz michael myers #thomas hewitt x reader #tcm thomas #tcm 2003 #tcm 2006 #tcm the beginning #tcm

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forever-rogue · 7 months

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Now that reader has moved to Steve's house, how about there's one day where Daisy feels a little bit under the weather but it's really taking her energy and she only wants to cling to reader? Like when Daisy's awake, she instantly go to reader in the kitchen with teary eyed and reader gets worried and pick her up. And when Steve wakes up and sees the scene, he can't help but fall in love with reader more and can't wait for the day they finally get married.

AN | These three make me so soft and I can’t wait for them to get married either 🥺

Warnings | Sick Kiddo

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.9k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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You really shouldn't have had all that water before bed. This was the second - third? - time you had to get up and go to the bathroom that night. It was the water among…other things but right now you were cursing everything. All you wanted to do was get some sleep.

Once you were done, you popped into the kitchen to grab some more water (hydration is important, alright?) when you heard some soft sniffles. Your heart dropped into your stomach when you realized it could only have been one thing, one little person, in your house.

"Mommy?" And yeah. That still made your heart flutter, but the tears you could practically hear in her voice made you want to cry too. Daisy Mae Harrington padded into the kitchen, her stuffed dog in one hand, fuzzy bunny slippers half on, and a deep frown on her little way.

"Hey baby," you crouched down so you were eye level with her, and held out your arms to invite her in for a big hug, if she wanted it of course, "what's wrong, baby girl?"

Before she could even say anything, big, fat crocodile tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to contain her sobs. Without hesitation she stepped into your arms and clung onto you as tightly as she could with her small grasp.

You made a small sound as you hugged her in return, picking her up and soothing her back with soft circles. She'd buried her face into your neck and you could feel her tears soaking into the fabric of your t-shirt.

"I don't feel good," Daisy was finally able to speak after a few moments of struggle, "my tummy hurts and my throat too and my nose is all stuffy."

"Oh my love," you felt your heart break knowing she was sick. You wished that you could take it all away from her and be the one in her stead. It would have sucked but it would have been better than watching her go through this, “it sounds like you’re getting a bit of a cold.”

“I don’t wanna be sick,” she sniffled and you instinctively rocked her gently. You kissed the side of her head tenderly.

“I know,” you held onto her tightly as you walked to her bedroom. The least you could do was try to help her get to sleep. You sat down on the bed and set her down so she could try and get under the covers. She sighed softly, which to your chagrin turned into a cough, before pulling back the blankets and getting under them. You brushed back her soft curls and put the back of your hand onto her forehead. She felt a little warm, “after some sleep you’ll feel better. Do you think you can sleep?”

“I can try,” she gave you her best smile but you could see the hazy look in her eyes. Before you could get up, she reached for your hand, “will you stay with me, mommy?”

Even before she could get her soft little request out, you knew the answer to her question. You nodded and her little face lit up happily, “of course I will, my little love.”

You went to the other side of the bed and got in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into you. She sighed contently, clutching onto her stuffed dog and her hand. She mumbled a soft I love you, which you eagerly repeated to her, and it wasn’t long before you heard her snoring.

At least you knew she was safe and sound for the time being. You couldn’t fix it, but you could make her feel better. Fortunately, it wasn’t too long before you fell asleep either.

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When Steve woke up, he rolled over and reached for you, as had become his routine since you’d moved in. But this morning, he found your side of the bed empty and cold. You’d been gone for a while. It was still early, so you wouldn’t have been at work and it was too silent if you were in the kitchen.

With a groan he rolled out of the bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He pulled on a shirt and walked into the hallway, listening for anything suspicious. But nothing reached him except for the early morning stillness.

“Daisy? Angel?” no answer reached his ears so he walked down the hall towards Daisy’s room. The door was cracked open and he lightly pushed it further and stepped inside. The sight in front of him made his heart full to bursting. You were sprawled on your back and Daisy was curled up into your side, her little arm flung over your stomach, “oh, my girls.”

Like a moth drawn to a flaw, at the sound of his voice you slowly opened your eyes, blinking away the bleariness until you saw him. A smile spread across your features as you mouth a small hello at him.

Daisy was still sleeping so you maneuvered out from under her as best as you could. She was out cold and didn't even make a sound. You padded over to him and he wrapped you up in a warm hug.

"Hey baby," he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you curled up into his warm body as much as you could, “c’mon. Let’s firstly get some coffee.”

“Ahh yes,” you grinned as he led you out of Daisy’s room, “my one allotted cup of coffee for the day.”

“It’s something,” his laugh was magical as he took you down the stairs and to the kitchen. It had been so easy to fall into a routine with him, to fall into a comfortable life with him and Daisy. It always felt like this was exactly where you were meant to be. You’d never been more thankful for deciding to get coffee that fateful afternoon when you met him, “what were you doing with Daisy? She normally comes into our bed.”

“Yeah,” a little pout settled on your features and Steve wanted nothing more than to kiss it away. But he could also tell that something was up when you remained silent for a moment, “it was the middle of the night when I went to the bathroom and stopped to get water, when Daisy found me. Poor thing wasn’t feeling good at all, Stevie.”

“Oh no,” he ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily. He hated the idea that his baby girl was sick and there was nothing he could do to help. If it was possible, he would have traded places with her without hesitation, “I should have known…when I picked her up after school yesterday her teacher said that a bunch of kids had gotten sick that week. I just hate that it’s our daughter.”

Our daughter. That still made butterflies flutter in your tummy every time. Even though you knew it was true, and you absolutely considered her yours, it still made you so happy to realize that both of them felt the same.

“Me too,” you agreed, leaning against the counter and gratefully accepting the cup of coffee he’d prepared just how you liked it, “she asked if I could stay with her when I got her back to bed. I couldn’t say no to her.”

“I don’t think anyone can,” he clinked his mug against yours, “we’ll just have to keep an eye on her and make sure she rests.”

“Yeah,” you mused for a moment, “I’ll make some soup and when she gets up I can give her a bath. Whatever she needs.”

“As if she wasn’t already spoiled enough,” maybe spoiled but still a well behaved and wonderful kid, “how are you feeling today, angel? Any nausea or anything?”

“I’m feeling pretty good,” you reached over and touched his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek. He really was such a good man, always so attentive and loving, “much better than I have been. And yes, my love, don’t worry, I’d tell you if anything was off.”

“Good,” he stole a few kisses but before anything could go further, you heard the soft pitter patter of footsteps on the kitchen tile. His face lit up when he spotted his daughter, immediately crouching down and holding up out his arms. She made a small muffled sound before throwing herself at him, “hi kiddo.”

“Daddy,” her voice was muffled as she buried her face into his chest. He peppered her face in kisses as he picked her up and settled her on his hip, “mommy.”

“Daisy,” he teased her softly before peppering her face in kisses, “are you feeling any better, kiddo?”

“No,” she sniffled and wiped at her stuffy nose, “I feel like poop.”

If she hadn’t been feeling so bad, you might have laughed; you could see Steve trying to hold back a smile, “don’t worry, babe, I’ll take care of you today and will try to make it all better.”

“I don’t have to go to school?”

“No,” he promised her, “definitely not. Right now all you have to do is to get better.”

“Okay,” she looked between the two of you, “can you both stay with me today?”

“I have to go to work,” if he hadn’t been in the middle of a huge project - or had such a wonderful partner in you - he would have stayed home in an instant, “I’m sorry, baby.”

“But if it makes it any better, I’m going to stay home with you,” her eyes were glossy and hazy but there was a spark to them when she realized that you were to be home, “and we can do whatever you want today.”

“Okay,” she nodded seriously, “can I have cereal?”

“Sure,” Steve set her down and she came over to you, wrapping her arms around your legs. He was weak at the sight and quickly kissed the both of you, “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to get dressed and get going. I’ll call school and let them know that neither of you are going to make it in today.”

“My hero,” you’d miss your classroom of kiddos, but your kiddo needed you now, “I love you, Stevie.”

He paused for a moment, all heart-eyed and soft, “I love you too. I can’t wait to marry you.”

“Oh,” your eyes widened in surprise before softening. You were definitely looking forward to that too, “me too, Steve. Me too. But right now, you need to get going, love. We’re not going anywhere…never.”

“I know,” he really had the sweetest smile that made you want to melt into a puddle, “I’ll see all three of you tonight.”

“Bye daddy,” Daisy waved a little hand at him, “have a good day!”

“I will,” he promised, “and you feel better.”

“Okay!”

“Okay.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader #stranger things

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♡ tommy gets jealous | oneshot

♡ fandom; Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003/2006)

♡ characters; Thomas Hewitt

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; mentions of kidnapping and violence, don’t date people who want to slash you irl not a good foundation for a relationship

♡notes; I put on my big boy panties and wrote something other than a bulleted list!!

I just love a good “i trust you but i sure as fuck don’t trust anybody else” type jealously trope. Also some Tommy doing ASL!! We love a (selectively?) mute king.

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You were an oblivious person. Most of the time, anyways. You’d been totally shocked when Luda Mae didn’t let you leave the night you arrived at the Hewitt house, totally shocked when Charlie told you Thomas was obsessed with you, and more surprised still that Charlie had been right.

You weren’t stupid— you put two and two together that these folks were cannibals as soon as you saw the basement. You nearly talked Monty into letting you go, and you slipped your restraints a couple times before you were settled in. You’d done well in school and still could read a book in one sitting.

Maybe… socially inept was a better word, harsh as it sounded. It was only people that you had a such a hard time with. You trusted them, but you could almost never wrap your head around what they were thinking.

Like the customers that stayed too long . It happened a lot. Bikers and tourists and all sorts of folks would stop in when you were working in the convenience store, and usually more than once a day a man would stay leaned on the counter, chatting away until his buddies were about to leave him. Sometimes they’d be alone, and Luda would give you a break early and they’d go off looking all huffy.

It very rarely occurred to you that the men were trying to flirt. You didn’t think of yourself as someone that happened to- and treated all customers the same. Why would they think you wanted to bang em when all you did was smile? Being nice was part of your job.

Luda Mae payed no mind to the men or your conversations. If there’d been any cause for concern, she’d be able to quash it very easily. But she found it endearing, especially your confusion and apathy when they did get balls enough to be blunt . In her mind you were so devoted to Thomas that other men were just nuisances.

That’s why no one had mentioned it to Thomas. He rarely came up to help now that you were there to help Luda Mae, but today there was extra stock, and her joints had been aching from the weather. You were on register, Luda Mae relaxed in a rocker on the porch, and Tommy stalked the aisles and put out trinkets and canned food and all the other junk you sold. You were trying not to go distract him and stood leaned over the counter, doodling on some scrap paper between customers.

“Well hello darlin,” A man drawled, hands on his belt buckle. He was trying too hard to be a real Texan, but he wasn’t from up North like you. “You got any cigarettes back there?”

“Sure do! Let’s see… got Camels, Lucky Strike- I really like these ones, the Salems, they’re menthol-“

“You look too sweet to smoke. I’ll take the Camels,”

“Well, only do it on special occasions,” you shrugged, not paying much attention as Thomas stalked towards the front “Anything else?”

“Well. That depends.”

“On?”

“If you’re free or not tonight.”

You blinked, then furrowed your brow “You tryna ask me out?”

“Well I- oho shit!” The man laughed uncomfortably as he noticed Thomas right behind him “You scared me there big guy-“

He huffed and slunk behind the counter as the man nervously tried to get back on topic “Anyways… ahem…so about that date-?”

You huffed and out a hand on your hip “Well, depends?”

He perked up a bit “On what?”

“If you can beat my boyfriend in a fight.” On cue Thomas wrapped his arms around you from behind, growling as he hooked his chin on your head.

The man quickly turned tail and mumbled something about being out of practice, forgetting the cigarettes completely. You could feel Tommy relax and turned to let him pick you up and set you on the counter. Even then you weren’t eye to eye with the giant of a man…but it was closer, and you liked feeling tiny anyway.

“…hi baby.” You cooed and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. He huffed and nuzzled you, as he often did as a form of reassurance. You giggled and pecked his mask “Annoying, right?”

He nodded and scowled, keeping his grip tight on your hips

“…what’s wrong?”

He hesitated but pulled back to sign ‘Mine. All mine. Right?’

You giggled again “Of course! All yours- always.”

He smiled softly- the sort of expression only you could coax out of him ‘Always’

#slashers #thomas hewitt #slashers x reader #slashers x you #tcm #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface #texas chainsaw the beginning #texas chainsaw massacre #luda mae hewitt #thomas brown hewitt

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 2 months

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We Were Born to Be National Treasures

I'll Write Your Name Chapter 5

Roy Kent x Latina!Popstar!Reader

5.2k words

Warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol, lots of exposition, Roy is kind of a dummy

See if you can spot a little reference to @agentstarkid and her lovely story The Joker & The Queen!

The night before the fundraiser, Roy found himself again at the Crown and Anchor, throwing darts under the watchful eye of Mae and the patrons of the pub. He was hyper aware of his own behavior, noting every little touch and smile exchanged. He pondered how rehearsed her flirtatious actions were, wondering how she acted on real dates with real boyfriends. Did she smirk at them the way she did at Roy when his dart missed the target? Did she touch their arm when she giggled at their lame stories, the way she did after Roy told her all about the stupid things his players had done? Did she playfully steal sips of their beer when hers was empty, leaving little red lipstick stains on the rim? Did she always act this way, or was this all for the benefit of the camera phones snapping pictures in the corner of the pub?

Maybe Keeley was right, Roy thought as he contemplated the lipstick mark on his pint. Maybe he just needed to get that first kiss done and over with-

“-and Isaac and Colin,” his companion was saying, completely unaware of Roy’s distracted overthinking. “Oh, and Jamie said something about singing that ‘I’m Too Sexy’ song. That should be pretty fun,” she snickered. She tossed another dart, landing just outside the bullseye. “I think he should sing towards the end of the night, once he’s completely plastered. There’s a good chance his shirt might even come off. What d’you think?”

Roy frowned and picked up another dart, twirling it between his fingers. “You talked to Jamie?” he said simply, eyebrows furrowed.

She nodded and picked up his beer, stealing another sip. “At dinner the other night, when I invited the guys to the party. You were right next to me Kent,” she sighed.

Oh. Right. Roy had been at her side; but Keeley had been across from him, so he barely heard a word of the guys’ excitement at being invited to the fundraiser.

Instead of admitting that he hadn’t paid attention, Roy simply nodded and prepared to throw his dart. “Right,” he mumbled; his dart landed embarrassingly far from the center. “Well, if I’m your date to this thing, I guess it’d be nice to know what you’re raising funds for. What’s your nonprofit do?”

She kept her eyes coolly on the dartboard as she blew some hair out of her face, preparing to take her turn. “So, I told you my parents are from Mexico, right?” Roy’s grunt let her know he remembered. “Well, my mom was a little girl when her family came, and my dad was a teenager by himself. They both worked so hard to learn English, and they wanted us to have the benefits of both languages.” She smiled- a large, glowing smile- and threw her dart, hitting the target. “So, we read a lot. Played Scrabble and other word games. Watched movies in both languages. But my favorite thing they did was fill our house with music. In both languages.”

“Hence your career,” Roy teased, collecting the darts.

“Exactly,” she chuckled as she accepted a dart from him. “They just really wanted us to have a deep appreciation for both English and Spanish. That’s what inspired the Cicada Foundation. We support literacy programs, particularly for immigrants, we donate books to schools and libraries in need, we raise awareness about literacy challenges. I’m always looking for new things to contribute to.” She again stole a sip of Roy’s beer, too engrossed in gushing to notice the way he was watching her. “Like I really want to look into starting a scholarship program and grants for classrooms.” She stopped, finally looking at Roy. “So… that’s what we do.”

Roy nodded, processing what he’d just heard. “And why the fuck did you name it the Cicada Foundation?” Shit, he hoped that didn’t come off as rude as it sounded; he really needed to work on his tone.

Her lingering grin assured him he was fine. “Well, one of the singers they used to play a lot of was Linda Ronstadt,” she explained slowly, waving as Mae brought them another round. “She was… something. She sang country, rock, anything. And she sang in Spanish, too. She had this great album of all mariachi music that we used to play all the time. And my dad’s favorite was called ‘La Cigarra’, which means ‘The Cicada’.” She sipped her pint, eyes never leaving Roy’s. “She’s kind of my hero.” Suddenly, she cleared her throat, focusing back on the dartboard. “Sorry. That’s probably more than you wanted to hear.

Roy shook his head. “No, no,” he quickly assured her. “It’s actually fucking interesting, trust me.” He paused, the wheels in his mind turning. “My ticket. For this thing tomorrow. How much is it?”

Now it was her turn to shake her head. “You’re my guest,” she murmured. “You don’t need to pay shit.”

“But it’s for your charity.”

The chuckle she let out was awkward, something he hadn’t seen on her yet. “My boyfriends don’t pay for their ticket.” After a moment, she quickly added. “Like I said, you’re my guest. You’re good.”

Roy’s frown hardened. “Fine. Just let me know where to send my check, then. You can at least let me make a fucking donation.” Something in her face trembled, earning a sigh from Roy. “What’d I do wrong now?”

“Nothing.” She let out a small laugh and picked up a new dart. “I just… I don’t think any of my real boyfriends ever made a donation.” She looked up at Roy with the tiniest of smiles, one tinted by a hint of sadness. “But thank you, Kent. That’s very nice of you.”

“Yeah,” Roy mumbled, trying to focus his attention back on their dart game. “Anyone ever tell you that you’ve got shit taste in men by the way?”

Her laugh was wry and full; Roy kind of liked it. “Only all my Instagram followers.”

“Yeah, well.” Roy smirked at her, fully aware of the phones pointed in their direction. “Guess I’ll have to prove them wrong.”

I glanced across the backseat at Roy. As if they expected us to do otherwise, both Keeley and Lanie had explicitly instructed us to arrive together; to be fair to them, I wouldn’t put it past us to try taking separate cars. Instead, we sat next to each other in the back of the luxury car.

As if he could feel my gaze, his eyes met mine, looking just as tense as I felt. “Oi,” he grunted quietly. “Can I ask something?”

“Sure.”

I must have imagined his eyes flickering to my mouth for a fraction of a second. “This being our… debut-” He rolled his eyes at the word Keeley and Lanie kept using. “-d’you think we’ve got to… you fucking know.”

This time, there was no doubt where his eyes landed.

“Oh.”

Shit, shit, shit. Of all the things I’d thought about with this fake relationship, how had I not planned on kissing Roy Kent? Really kissing him? Not that casual, flirty, on-the-cheek thing I’d been doing, but a real lip lock, the kind a woman silly with love would readily give a man like him, with his leather jacket and brown eyes. And for whatever ridiculous reason, my face was burning at the idea.

“Guess we’ll have to,” I mumbled, eying the driver; even with the partition up, I was wary of being overheard.

Roy nodded, clearing his throat gruffly. “D’you think… our first time should be in… public?” His eyes met mine in a flash. “Or… not?”

It was clear what he was asking, just as it was clear that he wasn’t asking out of any sort of desire or attraction. He was asking out of professionalism, the same professionalism that I clung to just as much. It was that professionalism that kept me from rolling my eyes at how incredibly lame we both sounded, whispering about kissing in the back of a car, as though we were teenagers being driven to a dance by a parent.

“Not’s probably better,” I murmured, fighting the urge to stare at his expletive-loving mouth. “Just in case it’s… weird.”

“Yeah.” Roy leaned towards me, brown eyes not bothering to stay trained on mine. “It’ll probably be fucking weird.”

I closed my eyes, preparing myself for what I knew would be the first of many awkward moments tonight-

The car jerked to a stop; we’d arrived at the venue, and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or annoyed to be interrupted.

Roy definitely looked annoyed as he leaned back, shifting his gaze away from me. “Well,” he coughed, rolling his eyes. “Let’s fucking go, then.” With one of those heaving sighs, he opened his door and stepped out; immediately I could hear shouts and cheers. There was a look of unease in his eyes, underneath all that harshness, as he reached back into the car, extending his hand to me. “Ready?”

Rather than answer with words, I simply took his hand and allowed him to help me out of the car, plastering on my best smile as I was almost immediately blinded by the flashing lights of cameras. Roy gave a small nod, offering to let me take the lead. Keeley had warned me; apparently Roy hated this kind of thing. Part of the reason she wanted him to ‘date’ me, she had explained, was to improve his abilities in front of the cameras.

I could practically feel his awkwardness radiating off of him as we paused in front of the crowd of photographers. When I glanced up at him, I saw him staring straight ahead with the stoniest expression I’d seen yet. So much for looking like a man in love.

“Oi, Kent,” I hissed. He glanced down at me, thick eyebrow raised, as though his frown could hide the unease in his eyes. “Focus on me,” I whispered.

He furrowed his brows. “What?”

“Focus on me,” I repeated, offering a small smile. “You’re supposed to be in love with me, remember? You can look at me instead of them. Everyone will just think you’re smitten as hell.” I let go of his hand in favor of wrapping my arm around his waist. “Sound good?”

His body almost immediately softened against mine as his own hand found my lower back. “Yeah. Sounds like a plan.”

As soon as we stepped in front of the cameras, we were mobbed with shouts of our names and a bombardment of questions. Everything from how we met, to how long we’d been together, to whether I’d written anything about Roy yet. I simply gave my brightest smile, the one I’d worked years on perfecting, and posed with Roy at my side. When I glanced up, sure enough, Roy was gazing down at me, the tiniest hint of a smile on his face.

“You’re a fucking natural at this shit,” he mumbled in my ear. “How the hell d’you do it?”

I chuckled, pretending he’d said something funny; these photos would actually be kind of cute, I realized. “You learn to stop caring,” I answered, hoping my expression was affectionate enough. “They’re going to see what they want to see, so you might as well let go and just have fun.”

Roy’s smile grew as we continued down the carpet. “And here I thought you had trained for years to do this kind of thing.”

“Trust me,” I answered, offering a wave to the cameras. “I’ve been doing this since I was eighteen. I have trained for years for this.”

Roy frowned as he stood at the edge of the carpet, watching her giggle with reporters and smile for photographers. After posing for a few photos together, she released him to go wait at the end of the carpet so she could have some solo time to gush about her foundation and the event. Well, she’d actually encouraged him to head on inside and told him not to worry about waiting for her, but he couldn’t help but watch her. Her ease with the cameras in her face, her amiability in response to questions that were more about her private life than her fundraising efforts, even the way she shot smiles in his direction, knowing that every camera was catching the supposedly natural way she beamed at him.

She was good at this, this game. Maybe she really was cleverer than Roy gave her credit for.

“You waited for me,” she teased once she reached him, eyebrows raised. “Would’ve thought you’d already be at the bar with a drink in your hand.”

“Gotta be the doting boyfriend, right?” he replied, wrapping his arm casually around her shoulder, the way he used to do when walking around Nelson Road with Keeley. “Doing the job.”

She nodded as they entered the venue. “Doing the job,” she repeated.

The venue- a club- was exactly the kind of thing Roy hated: dark, crowded, loud. Instinctively, he tightened his grasp on her shoulder, as if she’d keep him anchored. If she minded, she didn’t show it; instead, she nudged him with her hip and nodded towards the bar.

“Let’s get you a drink,” she called over the music.

Roy couldn’t help watching the way she maneuvered around the crowd; despite having an obvious target in mind, she still managed to greet people, flashing smiles that looked genuine, as if she was truly happy to see people who’d paid a ridiculous amount of money for the opportunity to sing off-key with one of the most popular singers in the world. Fucking hell, she was sure of herself- or at least knew how to act like she was. Maybe he really could learn a thing or two from this woman.

They had barely approached the bar when the bartender was asking for their order; of course she never had to wait for a bartender, Roy thought to himself. She quickly called out drink orders: Roy’s usual beer, and something fruity for herself. Before Roy could thank her for remembering his beer, she lit up at someone over his shoulder.

“Hey you guys!” she squealed.

A gorgeous couple breezed past Roy to hug her; Roy stared at them, wondering where he knew their faces from. After being doted on by the couple, she turned to smile at Roy, that same smile she always had for him when other people were around.

“Roy, these are my dear friends Becky and Ricky.” She wrapped her arm around Roy’s middle, giving a playful squeeze. “This is Roy,” she giggled.

Becky and Ricky. Oh. Okay, Roy knew them now. She was an actress, from Paraguay if he remembered correctly, and he was a professional racer. They were regularly on the cover of tabloids, always for how ‘relatable’ they were and never for drama. And, apparently, for being best friends with her.

“Nice to meet you guys,” Roy managed, shaking Ricky’s hand.

“Great to finally meet you,” Becky giggled. “You and our girl have made quite a splash, you know that?” She offered a friendly wink. “It looks like you make her happy so far, so we’ll forgive her for not telling us about you right away.”

A now-familiar chuckle reached Roy’s ears. “Yeah, yeah,” his ‘girlfriend’ said. “Like you told me about Rick right away.” She beamed up at Roy, the picture of a woman in love. “I think I see some Greyhounds. Should we go say hi before I have to go onstage?”

Roy grumbled something agreeable before waving to the power couple, who promised to chat more later. “They seem nice,” he muttered, taking her hand as she led him across the club.

“They’re the absolute best,” she assured him. “Becky was honestly kind of pissed that I didn’t tell her about you sooner. I usually tell her about guys right away but… you know.”

“Yeah.” Roy cleared his throat as Jamie waved excitedly at them. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

After she greeted the Greyhounds with hugs and kisses on cheeks, she turned to Roy, touching his hand gently. “I have to head onstage,” she explained in his ear, her breath warm and tickling. “But enjoy yourself, alright, Kent? I’ll check in with you in a bit.” She kissed his cheek, lingering for a moment before walking away. It seemed so natural when she did it; damn, he’d have to ask her for advice on this whole acting thing, because she was pretty fucking good.

He stood beside Jamie- who was chattering animatedly in the ear of her assistant, April- and watched as she took the stage. She gushed over the guests, thanking them for coming and supporting the Cicada Foundation, explaining how special it was to her. She managed to find Roy’s eyes in the crowd and blew him a kiss, prompting shouts and whistles from his team; he managed to make himself smile back, his ears burning at the attention.

“Alright,” she announced to the crowd. “Let’s get this party started!” With a nod to the DJ, an upbeat tune filled the club.

“‘Material Girl’, that’s a fun one!” Keeley had appeared at Roy’s side, beaming up at the manager. “She looks great up there, doesn’t she?”

Roy gazed down at Keeley, the tension in his shoulders disappearing at once. “Yeah, great.” He cleared his throat. “Didn’t know you were coming.”

Keeley nodded, her eyes back on the singer. “She invited me. She’s real sweet, yeah? Plus, it probably looks good on her, being friendly with your ex. Especially with the stuff going down with her last boyfriend.” She glanced back at Roy. “She’s a smart one, your girlfriend.”

“Please don’t call her that,” Roy mumbled, clutching his beer and forcing himself to look up at the stage. “It’s fucking weird.”

All Keeley did was giggle and nudge Roy. “Yeah, yeah. Just watch your girlfriend, Kent.”

And so Roy did. He watched her move her hips and smile into the microphone and interact with the crowd. He watched her jump around, reminding him of the way Phoebe danced around… to, well, her music. She looked happy, free. It was almost enough to have him looking forward to watching her on her anticipated tour.

Almost.

It was utterly bizarre, hanging out with Roy like this. Yes, we’d had a few “dates”, mostly in parks or at the Crown and Anchor. Sure, we sat next to each other when grabbing a bite with the Greyhounds after a match. And yeah, we’d had exactly one sleepover that somehow didn’t involve any arguments.

But this was different. We were officially “boyfriend-girlfriend”, and we were definitely acting like it. He kept a firm grip on me no matter where in the club we went, and any time he spoke to me, it was a whisper in my ear, even if all he was doing was mumbling a question about where the restrooms were. Of course, I made sure to do my part, giggling over him and kissing his scruff adoringly.

Honestly, it was kind of sickening how sweet we were. Was this really what I looked like when I was genuinely in love with a guy? If so, I owed every single one of my friends an apology for subjecting them to such nauseating displays.

“Alright, my turn’s coming up,” Roy announced in the middle of a conversation with Jamie and April, who’d spent nearly the whole night by each other’s side. He handed me his beer and planted a kiss to the top of my head. “Don’t you fucking dare record this,” he growled.

“Don’t need to,” I answered, taking a swig of his drink. “Livestream, remember?”

Roy rolled his eyes and disappeared, leaving me with a smirking April.

“You two seem to be having fun,” she said, her voice full of teasing. “You look very natural together.”

My gaze shifted to Jamie for a brief moment before I narrowed my eyes at her. “Of course we do,” I hissed pointedly. “We’ve been seeing each other for nearly a month now. I would think we’d be comfortable together.”

Suddenly interested in the conversation, Jamie leaned forward. “You make a handsome couple,” he called over his other coach, Beard, finishing up a rendition of a David Bowie song. “Swear, I don’t remember the last time I saw Grandad look at someone the way he looks at you. And you should’ve heard him when he thought I was interested in ya, he went full caveman on me.”

Before I could ask Jamie what the hell he was talking about, the rest of the Greyhounds erupted in cheers and wolf-whistles; Roy had taken the stage.

“What song is he doing?” April asked, a genuine question.

I shook my head, eyes trained on Roy, who looked almost… bashful. “He didn’t tell me.” Just as I was about to suggest what he might be singing, a very familiar, twangy, cutesy tune hit my ears and painted my face a deep red. “He’s not doing this,” I gasped.

His blush was visible even from the stage as he stared at the words on screen. “I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car…”

I couldn’t help but cover my face with my hands. It was too adorable, my “boyfriend” singing my song. In all the years I’d even doing this event, only a couple of boyfriends had ever gone onstage; none of them had even considered doing one of my songs. It was too bad Roy was doing this all for show; this was the kind of gesture a girl could fall in love with.

His voice was its usual growling, gruff self, contrasting adorably with the juvenile words of my very first radio hit. What was most unbelievable, though, was the smile on Roy’s bearded face. He laughed and rolled his eyes playfully as he sang, not at all bothered by how young and girlish the lyrics were. It was a bit surprising; Roy Kent struck me as the kind of guy who cared about looking tough and masculine all the time, the kind of guy who wouldn’t be caught dead singing what a Buzzfeed writer once called “brainless girlie pop”. But there he was, grinning and singing the song I’d written when I was sixteen.

Just as I was letting myself relax and enjoy his weirdly sweet performance, my heart dropped to my stomach. Oh, shit. I grabbed April’s arm and pulled her close, hoping that I looked like a giggly, gossipy girl rather than the panicked woman I suddenly became.

“I have to kiss him.”

April’s eyes widened as she shifted her gaze between me and Roy. “You do?”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “I mean, he’s singing my fucking song,” I hissed. “If we were actually dating, there’d be no question.” I fought back a grimace and took a deep breath. “Right?”

I didn’t need to ask April; I knew it was true. Just like I knew this moment was already trending on Twitter, and that my reaction to it would be all over TikTok, ready to be analyzed by teenage girls and adults with too much time on their hands. If I didn’t have the right reaction, this whole operation would be over right as it really began. And I’d be the psycho who finagled a sports legend into a fake relationship.

Nope. No way I could let that happen.

“I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio, waited for something to come along that was as good as our song.”

Roy locked eyes with me as I made my way towards the stage, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d have sworn his smile widened. In turn, I plastered on my favorite smile, the flattered one that was just a bit shy, the one I usually reserved for high praise or invasive questions about my love life. The kind I would definitely wear if a guy did this and meant it.

All I could do as he reached the last chorus was keep smiling and hope that he wouldn’t be taken aback by the kiss. He was willing in the car; surely, he knew I’d have to kiss him now. He was Roy Kent, after all. He’d been in high-profile relationships and engaged in public displays of affection. There was no way he thought he could get out of this night unkissed.

“… I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and I wrote down our song.”

The club erupted into cheers, especially the Greyhounds, as Roy took a stiff little bow and replaced the microphone. As expected, he made a beeline for me, his smile suddenly replaced with bashfulness. I didn’t give him a chance to say or do anything; instead, I grabbed his face and brought his lips straight to mine.

It took Roy a fraction of a second to comprehend the feeling of her lips against his. They were soft. Warm. Inviting. Exactly how Roy thought they’d be on those rare occasions where he’d allowed himself to wonder about actually kissing her. Instinctively, he grabbed her hips and tugged her flush against his chest, letting her take the lead on the kiss.

Fuck, if it wasn’t a good one.

It was just chaste enough for a public setting, but deep and slow enough to show comfort and familiarity with each other. And even though she kept her tongue to herself, he could definitely taste her drink. Something cool and refreshing, just like her.

He probably would’ve gone on kissing her if she didn’t pull back, flashing him that megawatt smile of hers. She tugged him close, as if hugging him tight, and murmured in his ear, “Damn, Kent. You’re really trying to trend online, huh?”

Roy nodded, clearing his throat and coming back down to earth. “Good song choice?” he asked, hoping Phoebe’s suggestion had the intended effect.

She nodded, her smile almost lovely enough to look real. “Great song choice.” She pulled him into a hug- a warm, friendly one this time- before gazing up at him. “Should we grab a drink?”

“Yeah.” He reached down and grabbed her hand, amazed by how automatically he’d been doing that all night. “Let’s grab a fucking drink.”

They were glued to each other’s sides, sipping drinks and holding hands, smiling at each other like moony-eyed teenagers. Roy was almost proud of himself for his ability to pretend to be head-over-heels for this woman who, up until recently, he found annoying. Maybe it was their budding friendship, he reasoned as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close so they could sway to the music together. That was it. He considered her almost a friend now; surely that was making pretending to be attracted to her a bit easier.

As they stood near her friends Becky and Ricky and listened to Jamie drunkenly sing an Olivia Rodrigo song, April scurried up and whispered in her ear. With a nod, she turned to Roy and handed him her drink.

“Showtime,” she announced, planting a quick kiss to his lips. A quick, casual, natural kiss. Fuck, how many kisses would it take for him to get used to it?

He was still pondering that as he watched her ascend the stage, guitar in hand. The whole room cheered and hollered for her, applause she accepted with gracious smiles and kisses blown into the crowd. She approached the microphone; her deep exhale could be heard over all the speakers.

“This is my favorite part of the evening,” she mused into the mic. “Where I get to share with you all. This song has been a long time coming- I started working on it when I was twenty-two years old, and over the years I’ve gone back to it and played with it, but I’ve always been too scared to share it. But I had a couple conversations recently-” Roy swore her eyes found his. “-that made me realize that maybe some other people feel this same way. That maybe some of you need this song too.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

They tell you while you’re young

“Girls go out and have your fun”

Then they hunt and slay the ones who actually do it

Roy’s chest was tight as he listened to her, so soft and vulnerable. Her voice sounded strong and sure, contrasting beautifully with the insecurity of her lyrics. He only tore his gaze away for a moment to take in the faces of the people around him; their faces were filled with wistfulness and sadness, maybe a little pity, and some held looks of self-reflection. Roy wondered if his face looked the same; it probably did, he decided.

And will you still want me

Will you still want me

When I'm nothing new?

Roy was the first person to clap his hands together, but he was immediately joined by every other person in the room. Applause quickly became cheers and a standing ovation; onstage, she beamed and wiped her eyes.

“Thank you,” she managed to hum into the microphone. “That was Nothing New, and it is on sale and streaming now. All proceeds go to the Cicada Foundation.” She gave a small, breathless laugh. “Thank you to everyone who tuned in to watch our karaoke show. You have no idea how much your support means to me and everyone at Cicada.” She gave a small wave. “Thank you, and good night!”

She practically skipped offstage, handed her guitar to a waiting April, and made her way over to Roy. Now it was his turn to grab her and pull her into a hug; deciding to really put on a show, he lifted her off her feet and swung her in a small circle.

“That was fucking brilliant,” he huffed, setting her down but keeping his arms wrapped around her. “That song is something fucking special, you know that? I’m fucking proud of you.”

She beamed up at him, pleasant surprise playing in her eyes. “Thanks, Kent.”

Knowing that countless eyes were on them, Roy dipped down and pressed his lips to hers carefully, maybe even a little timidly. The way her fingers brushed gently through his hair assured him he was fine, so he deepened the kiss, pulling her close. He was kind of amazed at how quickly they had become accustomed to kissing each other, to letting their lips glide past each other softly. It was the way the public expected a superstar and football legend to kiss, he decided. The way two people in love should kiss.

The way he and Keeley used to kiss.

He shoved those thoughts aside for the rest of the night while the karaoke party transformed into a regular party. He danced with her, closer than he had the first night, and pressed soft kisses to her forehead between songs. Be sweet with her, Keeley had suggested to him as they chatted the day before. All romantic and tender. I know you know how to be that way.

And so he was, for the rest of the night. And she accepted all his affection with smiles and kisses of her own. They were convincing enough to trick every single person at the party; and if Roy didn’t know any better, they would have tricked him too.

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