#personally didn’t hate her but also wasn’t crazy about her after she said that shit cause it’s like

[willowrites]

heyyy so this is a request for colby. i thought that maybe he invited his “friend😉” y/n for a collab on his channel and theyre playing truth or drink and the questions get kinda spicy and he also gets kinda jealous fron some of her answers and stuff and maybe add some crazy smut idk its up to u😙😙

pound town

PAIRINGS. colby brock x fem reader

SUMMARY. amid a no big deal type of video of truth or drink some feelings and needs get mixed...

WARNINGS. drinking! smut, dominant male x sub fem (colby showing his dominant side fr), choking, spanking, rough sex, scratching, oral female!receiving, degradation, dirty talk, praising, unprotected sex (don’t do this!!)...

AUTHORS NOTE. i absolutely LOVED this request!! i usually don’t get a lot of these types of requests so u best believe i tried putting my whole heart and soul into it. hope you enjoyed bae !! SORRY THIS IS SO LATE BTW.

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as you sat on the couch scrolling on instagram you heard your friend colby’s voice.

“we should do a special kind of Q&A huh?” he was speaking to sam but you still took the liberty to answer.

“how about truth or drink? it’ll still be a q & a. just more fun.” you raised your brows.

they both looked at each other and nodded. “fuck, for once she has a good idea.” colby scoffed.

“oh shut the fuck up dick. i always have good ideas.” you rolled your eyes.

“yeah, that tiny ass skirt not being one of them.” he looked at your outfit.

you had on a basic black fitted shirt which fell just above your belly button. a blue-wash mini skirt with black high-heeled boots that reach just the middle of your shin.

your hair was pin-straight because you straightened it and you had on your usual makeup.

“my outfit is fire you’re just a hater.” you eyed him.

“oh please, you could see your bare ass cheeks in that thing.” he gestured up and down towards your body.

“oh, sad you can’t see more?” you grinned and he immediately left the room.

you shrugged him off waiting for their queue to go to their little filming area.

it was 11:30 when they had started to get things ready. you headed towards the filming area and sat down on the couch.

“guys sorry i have to go. my friend just texted and told me it’s an emergency.” sam was panicking and you could tell. “maybe you can do this for your personal channel colby, but i gotta go. have fun.” he was quick to say bye and headed out towards the door.

you hoped everything with sam was okay but all you thought about after he left was how it was just you and colby and how you were bound to get heated.

“for fucks sake,” you whispered to yourself.

“don’t act so excited.” colby randomly appeared. you had no idea where he came from. he was carrying a bottle of tequila and plastic shot cups. “you ready?”

“i guess.” you fake yawned.

colby clicked on the camera making it start clicking.

“it’s counting down to ten then it’ll record. just in case you’re too stupid to realize.” he snickered after his rude remark.

“i know you fuckface.” you sneered.

you and colby always had this love-hate friendship. of course, it wasn’t real but it was just more interesting to be mean to each other. you both got the memo and never got mad about anything you guys have said to each other.

in the midst of your friendship, you found yourself finding colby more attractive by the day. you didn’t give yourself the time of day to really think or dwell but in the back of your mind, you knew you had just the tiniest bit of feelings for him.

were they as tiny as your little brain thought though?

“what’s up, guys! it’s colby brock here and welcome back to my channel! today we’re going to get…fucked!” he says to the camera. “i haven’t done one of these in a loooong time. oh shit…by the way guys this is y/n!” he pretends to shrug then grins.

“wow thank you so much for the introduction colby, hi guys!” you smile. you weren’t usually on colby’s channel so you wanted to make a good impression all the time.

“of course.” he fake smiles. “alright! you guys already know what this video is based on the title. view discretion is advised…if you do not have 21! don’t drink.” you both paused. “why’d i say that so weirdly.” he cringed.

“because you’re odd.” you stated. “what he means is if you are underage obviously don’t drink.”

“yeah, what she said. now i posted a little instagram story thingy asking you guys to ask us truth or dare questions but we are cutting out the dares and doing drinks!” he rubs his hands together. “so let’s get started”

he brought out his phone scrolling through it. “i’m so not prepared for the hangover i will endure tomorrow.” you groaned leaning back on the couch.

“me too, i haven’t drunk in like 3 days.” he wiped his forehead playfully.

“wow colby that must be a new record for you.” you patted his back.

“oh fuck off. here you read the questions.” he rolled his eyes passing the phone to you. “alright guys, the first question let’s get it.”

you were biting your cheek as you carefully skimmed the question. “woah! starting off strong huh. alright…what’s the worst ‘doing the dirty’ experience you’ve had.”

his eyes widened. “starting off very strong.” he laughed. “wow…um”

you thought about it. there were quite a few. “are you going to answer this?”

“yeah! i’m gonna…m gonna answer it.” he leaned back on the couch. “just uh..one time i had a female use a lot of teeth. and it hurt.”

you winced at that and giggled a bit. “yikes that’s uh…”

“yeah yeah it was really awkward and i just..yeah we never talked again.” he looked down in fake shame. “what about you. you going to answer?”

“yeah for sure um…well i’m not going to name names but this one guy i was with …let’s just say he didn't have the best hygiene and well it smelled so bad i genuinely had to leave.” you laughed painfully.

“that is so nasty y/n oh my god.” colby covers his face.

“you’re telling me! i wanted to die then and there. somehow i was the embarrassed one.” you covered your face.

“jeez alright alright well i am soooo sorry about that.” he chuckled.

he wasn’t sorry.

“next question!” he fake demanded.

“okay, which one of you has the better style?” you spoke.

“oooo that is a hard question…” colby pretended to think. “me!”

“oh that’s such a fat lie!” your tone playful but offended. “i have a much better style than you!”

“liar liar!” he sang.

“oh, whatever i’m better and you know it. next question.”

as you both bantered and went through questions some you drank some you answered you felt the alcohol hit you after three shots.

your brain went fuzzy and your actions became more free.

you looked at colby throughout your time and he got increasingly hot. you didn’t know if it was you or the alcohol but you wanted to jump his bones.

“colby why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?” your eyes widened on that one as soon as you said it.

you’ve never really been in colby’s room. only once to use the restroom so you never really looked around.

you turned to him and his eyes were wide and his face turned red.

“what the fuck.” he laughed in disbelief. “umm…why? i mean…?” he grabbed the bottle of tequila ready to go.

“no come on answer it!” you wanted to get it out of him even though you clearly knew why. “were they props for a video?”

“no.” he stated. then he got ready to put the bottle back. “you know what i use them for personal fun alright.”

“what the fuck does that even mean? personal fun?” you questioned, confusion written on your face.

“that should answer the question right?” he nods to himself while you’re shaking your head.

“no no, you need to go a little bit more in-depth with it.” you have a smug look on your face.

“oh my god, i’m getting embarrassed.” he smiles awkwardly at me and then at the camera.

“then go ahead and drink.” you raise your brows trying to use reverse psychology to make him spill…and it works.

“i’ve used them for sexual fun.” he says while about to pour the shot. “that counts right.”

you thought about it, your stomach doing loops. “fine.” you roll your eyes.

“ha ha…” he rubs his hands together. “next question.”

you scroll through and find the perfect one.

“ñame two dirty kinks that you have.” colby’s face as you read the question was filled with surprise.

“jeez…oh my god. sorry…m-mom.” he apologized.

“oh so you’re gonna answer?” you squinted your eyes in intimidation.

“w-what. you know what now i’m not.” he scoffed and picked up the bottle. he poured half the shot when you interrupted.

“you already said one!” you shrugged.

“oh so that counts?” he questioned.

“mhm.” you hummed waiting for his second response.

“ummm…” he paused putting his hand out in front of him and leaning against his knee. “i like to be dominant. alright, there we go.”

your eyes widened. even though you could tell what kind of guy colby was in the bedroom, it was more effective as he said it right in front of the camera not being afraid to express it.

“oh wow…” you said slowly. “not surprised.”

“oh really? now you have to answer.” he waits.

“mmm, or i could drink.” you snicker grabbing the bottle from his hands.

“nuh uh, cmonnnn…” he tries to convince you.

“oh my god ugh.” you whine. “fine, um…i like to be …praised?” you questioned.

“wow…a very good one. mhm…” his gaze on you was strong. you felt so small under his stare. “one more…” he says softly.

“and iliketobechoked.” you muttered as quick as you could.

“you what now? sorry i didn’t hear you! doesn’t count.” he fake frowns.

“oh my god. i like to be choked.” you sternly let out. “moving on!” you raised your voice trying to distract yourself.

little did you know, for the rest of the video colby was thinking of you in that position and his mind ran through all the other times you could’ve been with someone else.

he was envious.

envious of people who got to pleasure you and who got pleasured by you.

as the time went on you both got more drunk. you were a bit tipsy but thanks to your genius plan of just telling the truth the alcohol barely affected you.

same with colby, after that he realized he really had nothing to hide.

“okay well that’s it you guys thank you for watching…and thank you y/n for joining. ” as he was talking to the camera you were analyzing him. his perfect face. his jawline. your eyes trailed down to his hands.

you felt you dampen your underwear.

you felt embarrassed at the fact that he was able to make you feel these things so easily.

“of course it was fun! i definitely learned a lot more about you.” you laughed.

“yes, same here…” he paused and squinted at you. “but anyways i will see you guys next time!”

he ended the video and there was just silence.

“how tipsy are you?” he asked.

“considering ive told the truth more times than i took a drink, i’m sober.” you snickered. “you?”

“not at all,” he spoke. his tone is not something you’ve heard before.

“i’ll be right back im going to use the restroom.” you got nervous under his gaze.

you scurried off to the restroom looking yourself in the mirror. you made sure to fix anything about yourself and reapplied your lip product.

you then adjusted your skirt so that it was in a higher position. you didn’t know what possessed you to act so teasing but you did.

after you were done, you walked out confidently heading back to the main room.

“in here!” colby shouted his voice heard from the hall leading towards the den.

what you loved about sam and colby’s house was that it was always cozy. it wasn’t like a big celebrity mansion you always felt at home here.

to explain the sudden thought in your head, as you walked into the den there was a massive L-shaped couch that was basically a big bed. there were detachable seats where you could just slide them wherever to maximize the space.

the huge window on one side of the room looking out to darkness but covered with curtains that had fairy lights draped. the colors red.

then a fireplace with a large flat-screen TV above it. some plants scattered around too which also pleased your eyes.

“wanna watch a movie?” he was manspreading making you want to squeeze your thighs together.

“uh..thought you’d want me gone by now.” you playfully spat one hand on your hip and the other on your thigh playing with the end of your skirt.

you were never really flirty but maybe you’ll admit the alcohol is affecting you more than you mentioned.

“mmmm, see i would kick you out because being home alone is depressing. sam won’t be back until tomorrow he just texted.” he was looking down at his phone but then put it to the side and rested his gaze on you.

you were still in the door frame which was quite wide so you were being illuminated by the light behind you.

“turn the light off and come over here,” he spoke softly. you couldn’t tell but when you turned around to shut the switch off he admired how you looked in your outfit.

he was throwing a fit earlier because he was jealous he wouldn’t be the only one seeing it. he wanted to be the one to take it off too.

something you also didn’t know was that he was jealous. jealous that you’ve been with other people but not with him. he wanted to be the one who kissed you and loved up on you. he wanted to choke you while he fucked you at a relentless pace.

and he too, was more tipsy than he’d like to admit.

you made your way back once you switched off the light; the only thing illuminating the room was the flatscreen TV.

you sat on the opposite side of the couch starting to get nervous.

“you act like i’m going to do something to you.” colby chuckled his arm resting on the back of the couch. he looks so good, you thought to yourself.

you wanted him to do something to you.

“i’m just getting comfortable.” you settled on the couch and somehow some way the skirt barely covered your underwear.

colby looked and noticed which had him visibly become hard.

you didn’t notice because you were focused on his ring-clad hands and how they’d feel inside you.

you looked away to then look at the TV and see what he was putting on to watch.

“so what we are watching?” you questioned fiddling with your hair.

“mmm” he started to speak distracted by your thighs and how they’d look around his head while he…you know. “what do you feel like?”

“hmm, i’m not sure how long are you planning on keeping me around?” you look at him.

as your gazes met your stomach churned and you squeezed your thighs tighter.

there was pure lust in his eyes. you felt like he could kill you with his glare. he fiddled with his ring causing you to gulp.

“why do you look nervous?” he said disregarding your question.

“i’m not…” you denied. “you’re the one who looks nervous.” lie.

“how so?” he said starting to get up.

your eyes didn’t leave his body as he stood up to turn on the fireplace. he then came towards you. you froze heart beating out of your chest.

“what’s wrong?” he pouted. “stand up.”

what the fuck was going on.

you were confused but still followed his orders.

“how are you not cold in this tiny ass skirt.” he played with the end of it.

you lifted your head to meet his eyes trying to keep your composure.

“last time i checked im not outside.” you scoffed rolling your eyes at his comment.

“mmm, i turned on the fireplace because i thought you’d be a bit chilly. aren’t i a nice friend?” he grinned his hand making its way to your shoulder brushing the hair away. his touch sent chills down your body you couldn’t control.

“friend is an overstatement,” you whispered. he was now a centimeter away from you. his hand made its way behind your neck and caressed softly.

“not friends? funny.” he humorlessly laughed now playing with your hair. “you love my company.”

“do not.” you snort. he grinned knowingly stepping closer toward you. you were close to stumbling back onto the couch but kept your balance.

“then why are you so nervous? you’re shivering but you’re not cold…you get chills every time i touch you. you love my company.” he called you out. you were stunned to speak. what did you have to say to that? “and you love my touch.” he stepped even closer this time causing you to fall back onto the couch. you sat up in a sitting position looking up at him.

he knelt down meeting your eyes. “look at you in this skirt.” his right hand trailing down your thigh and the other on the couch. “do you have any idea how good you look? and how pissed the fuck off i was to see you wearing it not just for me?”

you had no idea where this behavior came from but it was turning you on.

your breathing became heavier as his hand trailed closer to your sex. “dressed like a slut to get who’s attention?” his demeanor changed but you could tell it wasn’t serious, even then it was still turning you on.

“certainly not for you.” you felt breathless.

“the way that your legs just opened at my touch; i'd say it was.” he bit his lip a little bit. “just ask and i’ll touch you, baby.”

his teasing had you wanting to drop to your knees.

you placed your hand protectively at the end of your skirt. “touch me? you think you can make me feel good?” you challenged.

“find out.” he replied tapping your knee. “cmon, open up.”

as if you were hypnotized your legs spread giving room for colby hands to go further.

“good girl.” all that he was able to see was your lacy black lingerie, he pressed the back of his palm right on top of your clothed clit. “ironic how you’re this wet but seem to despise me.”

he’s more harsh with his touch pressing firmly focusing on your clit rather than where you’re most damp. your face contorts as you’re experiencing the smallest bit of pleasure.

“fuck, just wanna taste you so bad. you have no idea how fucking long I've wanted to wrap my lips around your sweet pussy.’ he groaned rubbing back and forth on your sensitive area.

so the dirty talk has begun…

your legs spread further apart granting him more access.

“all needy, go on beg for it.” he pulls his hand away from your sex setting both on top of either of your thighs.

the pleasure you were just receiving seemed to have wiped your memory from all the previous comments he's made because you find yourself begging for his touch.

“touch me please,” you whine trying to grab his hand and bring it toward where you were aching the most.

“look at you, being such a needy whore.” he spat all of a sudden pulling you by your legs closer to him so that your legs were wrapping around his waist. “you sure you wanna start this baby? i don't know if you can handle it.” he egotistically chuckles.

his comment sparked something up in your brain.

your past relationships have been slightly rough in the bedroom but not to the point where you were fully satisfied. you found that you like it when you're belittled or manhandled, it turns you on like nothing else does. you enjoyed being choked and spanked and having your hair pulled. just imagining all the hints colby would do to you had you pulling colby by his shirt and connecting your lips.

immediately he took control grabbing you by your neck just the way you liked it. he slipped his tongue in your mouth swiftly dominating the kiss and his other hand pulled you closer to him, your pussy and his cock only being separated by a few pieces of clothing.

after a few more seconds of your heated make-out session, he pulled away placing the hand that was choking you on your chin and dominantly looking down at you. it was a few seconds before he spoke, “so fucking beautiful.” he said, aggressively connecting your lips one more time before picking you up, your legs still around his waist.

with no more words, he walked out of the den, through the halls, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. he tossed you on the bed then turned around and slammed the door shut locking it.

“gonna let me make you feel good?” he questioned quickly scanning you up and down. you both had lust unmistakably written on your faces.

you leaned up on your elbows looking down and noticing his prominent bulge signaling he was enjoying this as much as you were. “mhm” you hummed wanting to continue as quick as possible.

“good.” he quickly replied before taking off his black shirt in milliseconds revealing his rose tattoo. he then followed by taking off his belt and his pants, his muscles completely visible to you.

while he was doing that you went again and removed your boots while admiring the way his body moved and how it looked. the way he was moving had you wanting to suck him dry. “you're cute when you stare.” he mentioned before making his way onto the bed and pulling you by your legs toward him causing you to lie down on your back.

you moved the hair out of your face to get a better look at him. “can i take this off?” he toyed with your mini skirt. instead of replying you took the skirt off yourself; as well as your top revealing the lacy bra under.

“god, look at you.” he groaned feeling you up and down admiring you. admiring the way you looked in your lingerie on his bed. he’s been wanting to be in this position for so long so you best believed he would savor the feeling.

the way he was looking at you made you feel so good.

“gonna make you feel so fucking good.” he climbed on top of you connecting your lips once more before pulling away. “gonna let me touch you?”

your hands made their way to his hair tugging on it. “yes.” you panted.

he chuckled and pulled down your underwear so that you were bare. your legs immediately spread welcoming his hands to do whatever they wanted.

“wanna taste you. let me taste you.” he managed to slowly make his way to the edge of his bed right in front of your wet pussy. “so pretty. you can tell me to stop whenever okay?” his pointer finger dragged along your folds receiving a gasp from your lips.

“i will but please colby, want your tongue so bad.” you whined, your right hand gripping his hair while the other gripped his bed sheets.

it was like he didn’t need any more reassurance before he latched his lips onto your clit sucking harshly. surprised by his antics your head lunged forward in surprise.

“oh fuck.” you groaned tugging on his hair earning a moan from him.

“do that again come on. you want more?” the animalistic sounds he was making while slurping up your juices had you getting closer and closer to your release.

you repeatedly whined ‘yes’ so desperately wanting his mouth to keep pleasuring you.

his tongue was moving so fast you couldn’t keep up. you were so sensitive you had tried pushing his head away but this only caused him to grip your thighs harder.

"cmon baby, you can take it." you looked down to see a smirk on his face. 'mmm' he hummed, he went from a slow pace to a fast pace but regardless you were nearly there. you felt it.

you were getting so close you forced yourself to let go of his head and brought your hands up to your breasts playing with your nipples.

your breaths became short showing colby you were almost there. he pulled you impossibly closer sucking on your clit; his actions succeeding as it caused your orgasm to crash into you. "fuck fuck fuck" you came on his tongue.

you were screaming because of how sensitive you were and how he didn't stop the pace of his tongue on your sensitive clit.

he finally pulled away giving you time to breath. you felt as if you were in another dimension.

"holy fuck you tasted so good." he crawled up your body as you lay there trying to catch your breath. "come here" he spoke connecting your lips.

even though that orgasm nearly had you tired for the night, it didn't satisfy the need you felt for his cock.

your hand went ahead and groped his print; boxers were the only thing separating his skin from yours.

he spasmed as you started palming him slowly.

"want my cock?" he whispered against the skin of your chest as he sucked lovebites all across.

"so bad" you begged. "want you in me now" your sentences were short and straight to the point.

no time to waste. you thought.

"don't worry baby, i got you." his hand went towards his bedside table looking for a condom you assumed.

"im on birth control and clean if that matters. with or without I don't mind. just need you so bad." you stopped walking him so he could make up his mind and think clearly.

"wow, im that special?" he joked which earned a eye roll from you.

"oh please, you wish." you stated.

after your comment which colby wasn't fond of, he kissed you.

his tongue delved in through your lips completely dominating you and a second later you felt him push all the way inside you.

to say you lost your breath would be an understatement. you wouldn't say this out loud but he was huge. he completely took your breath away and he didn't allow you to catch it as he pulled out and then slammed back into you.

"i wish?" he asked still relentlessly pounding into you. he groaned and spoke again. "look at you. you're telling me i’m not special when i have you fucked dumb here in my house, in my room, and in my bed?" he laughed in disbelief.

you wanted to speak and tell him off. you wanted to say something, anything but nothing came to your mind; not that you'd be able to say it anyway.

all that came from your mouth were moans from how pleasured you were feeling.

your orgasm was coming faster than you thought. your hands were scratching at colbys back trying to hold onto anything.

your hand scratched down for the first time on his back earning a full groan from him. "god feels so fucking good." as he continued pounding into you, his right hand made its way to your throat.

fuck yes.

"you like to be choked?" he asked obviously not looking for an answer. "yeah? i’m the only fucking person who'll have you feeling this good. no one else. do you understand me?"

you had tried to respond but your brain couldn't move fast enough. apparently, colby would get it out of you.

when you didn't respond he pulled out and flipped you over, ass up. he then pushed into you once again slamming into you over and over again.

you felt a hard smack on your ass. it hurt but it hurt so good. you felt tears stinging your eyes.

"i said do you understand me?" both hands were on your hips for support so that it didn't mess up his rhythm. your face was in the pillow so he didn't hear your response.

he then pulled your back to his chest still inside you and wrapped his hand around your neck once more.

"oh y/n? fucked you so good you can't speak?" confidence laced in his tone. "i said, do you understand that i am the only one to make you feel this good?"

"yes yes yes!" your words finally slipped out of your lips.

"good girl." he praised you pushing you back down so he could continue ramming into you. "fuck m'gonna come"

those words had you coming whether you liked it or not. "I'm coming oh fuck" you gripped the bed sheets.

"mhm, that's my girl." colby moaned, his rhythm interrupted by his own orgasm.

he still had the strength to ride you both through your orgasm.

as you both were coming down from your high you heard a door slam downstairs.

"what the fuck was that?" you gasped.

colby's dick was still in fact inside you so you had nowhere to go.

all colby did was throw his black silk sheets over both of your bodies.

"colby?" you heard sam downstairs.

"i guess he didn't end up staying?" colby said confused. "fuck, he's such a cock block."

"who said we were going to keep going?" you asked knowing damn well you wouldn't turn him down.

colby eyed you, connected your lips chastely, then pulled out of you getting off the bed and slipping his boxers on.

"ill be right back," he whispered.

as he walked away you couldn't help but hope that this wouldn't be just a one-night stand.

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— ★ 1ST GEN BLACK DRAGONS AS STEP-DADS

content & warnings: fem!reader, reader has children, reader is short to shin, takeomi & benkei but around wakasa’s height, final timeline so all are in their forties, light-hearted so don’t take this too seriously lol

featuring: takeomi akashi, shinichiro sano, wakasa imaushi & keizo arashi

author’s note: they all occupy my brain like crazy so i had to write a lil sumn sumn (albeit short n halfbaked asf) 😛 also i know step fathers are through marriage so i guess dating then getting married is a long time? but whatever. divider credit to @/dejwrld also check out @/444takeomi ! they write so much content for 1st gen black dragons they’re doing the lord’s work frfr

takeomi akashi:

He is the worst step dad out of them all, I’m sorry it has to be said.

Wasn’t too thrilled when you told him you had four kids.

But at the same time, the prospect of a roof over his head with a woman that can cook a decent meal didn’t seem too bad.

Your kids hate him from the jump — it annoys them when they wanna play video games or watch television on weekend mornings and Takeomi is crashed on the couch, hungover.

Is always stealing the snacks meant for their lunchboxes.

You’ve had to slap the back of his head or throw something one too many times because he tries to get your youngest to get him beer from the fridge or asks your teenager to buy him cigarettes from the convenience store.

“I’m only 14.”

“Shit, I was buyin’ em at 14 too.”

Definition of that “go get my purse” meme cos he’ll snake his arms around your waist and kiss your neck so he can get some cash for a lottery ticket or to bet on a horse race cos he blows his own money like water.

wakasa imaushi:

Not really an affectionate person with kids.

Gets annoyed when they cry and rolls his eyes.

“You’re getting bullied?” He’ll scoff.

But he’s not THAT heartless, he shows love in his own way.

Teaches kids self defence at his gym with Benkei if they’re getting picked on.

You know that thing foreign parents do when they don’t apologize but bring a plate of sliced fruit? That’s Wakasa 😭

Does the same shit as Takeomi n tries to get them to buy cigarettes (birds of the same feather flock together LMFAOOOOO)

shinichiro sano:

Definition of lame and tries too hard.

And you feel had because you know to his core Shinichiro is a family man, he’s had to take care of his family since he was a teenager.

Tries to bring them to ball games and sometimes offers to pick them up from school but they’ll walk away and pretend they don’t know him.

Literally borrows books from the library about children and families when all else fails.

“What you watchin’ buddy?-”

“Shut up.”

Shinichiro is not a punk so he drops it but the last thing he wants is to make an enemy out of your kids.

Anyways, that all changes when one day, your son hears about “The legendary leader of the 1st Gen Black Dragons” at school.

And he’ll approach Shinichiro whose busy fixing up something in the garage, and asks him if it’s true.

Ends up hyping himself up when we all know Shin was getting his ass handed to him every time he got into a fight.

“You get my kid involved in that gang crap and I’m throwing your shit on the lawn.”

“Honey…no! I would never…I left that life behind a long time ago!” He says while he’s sweating bullets and rubbing the back of his head.

keizo arashi (benkei):

You met him at a grocery store, he saw you struggling to reach something on the top shelf and things just took off from there after you exchanged numbers.

When your daughter first met him, his appearance struck the fear of god in her and she was hiding behind you.

And that just shattered Benkei’s heart, he was sat on the edge of your bed, clutching his head as you soothingly rubbed his back.

He knew he was an intimidating figure due to his appearance, but to his core the man is a girl dad damn it!

Regardless, little by little he manages to win over your little girl and soon enough, his big ass is sat at the tea table with a pink feather boa and tiara pretending to eat the imaginary cupcakes with her.

Posted up at the Bring Your Dad To School day and your daughter couldn’t be more prouder.

Is the best stepdad idc 😭

author’s note: ty for reading!! this was just something small since it’s been a while since i’ve written something hehe also ngl i struggled with wakasa bro is a playa from the himalayas 😭😭😩

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Okay but…. J need more sub Ellie from you, or switch, yours is the best I’ve read and I’m a mad woman for sub Ellie. Like Ellie acting all tough with anyone else then being a stuttering mess under you? Like fuck…

I Don't Need You (Don't You Leave Me)

SWITCH!ELLIE WILLIAMS X FEM!READER

Word Count: 9.3K

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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A/N- Ask and you shall receive. This is my longest one to date, and took 2 whole days to write out, so hope you enjoy! Put my whole sapphussy into this one. (lol) reader is written as a taller, more muscular person in comparison to Ellie. Not Abby like, but still bigger than Ellie.

WARNINGS: Intense swearing, broken bones, minor mentions of blood, vaginal fingering (r! giving & receiving), oral sex (r! giving), biting, sub!Ellie, dom!reader, heavy make-out, kissing w/tongue, threats, canon typical violence

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie always fought, butted heads, and went out of your ways to prove who was the best. After one patrol leaves you injured, things between you two change, drastically.

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You hated morning patrols… Well, not so much morning, but the horrendous feeling of being awake before the sun is up. When you agreed to run through Hoback Pass, you were under the stipulation that you’d be riding with Jesse… You know, someone you got along with? Someone who wasn’t so cocky that they may as well have a membership card to the medical tent.

Someone so frustrating that it made your skin crawl just thinking about her… But Jesse had traded shifts with her, and now you had no choice but to put up with the reason you knew how to say fuck you in 3 different languages.

Your hands were tight on the reins of your stallion as you were almost falling asleep in the saddle. It was too warm that morning, and you wanted to go crawl back in bed and forget that this day was even taking place. And yet, fate had other things to say about it, that tricky bitch.

“Would you move your ass already?” Her voice rang in your ears, forcing you to look up. The way the sun reflected down onto her auburn hair and how it accentuated her muscly biceps in the glow of orange. You may have blushed had you not felt so tired and instead of admiring her hot arms, you were scowling and rolling your eyes so hard that you’re amazed they didn’t get stuck in the back of your head.

“Trust me, Ellie,” You spoke, kicking your horse into a soft trot before yanking on the reins and stopping right next to her and her mare. “I’ll be the happiest I’ve ever been once this shit is all over.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You clicked your tongue against the back of your teeth and groaned. “It means you are driving me fucking crazy.”

“Yeah?” Ellie yanked Shimmer in front of you and your stallion who halted and gave a challenging huff, much like you did. “Then keep up. Sooner we check in, the sooner we’re done.”

Shimmer trotted in front with her rider in tow and you huffed. “Bitch.”

It was always like this with you two. Sometimes when patrol groups were in threes, you and Ellie almost always got put on those, with Joel or Tommy playing mediator so you two wouldn’t just get into an all-out fist fight in the middle of the trail. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes you left with a bruise on your face and her with a split lip.

What was it about Ellie Williams that just… got under your skin? What was it that made you so infuriated whenever she spoke to you? Was it because she had always been rude to you? Maybe it was her inability to accept her mortality with how fucking reckless she always was. Was it her I’m better than you attitude?

Maybe it was something else entirely… Maybe you two were at each other’s throats because the sexual tension between you two was so annoying that Dina and Jesse had a bet going on who was going to kiss who first.

Everybody saw it. Everybody but you two. Ellie thought you were beautiful, assertive, and highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat. But she also said you were a hard-ass, bossy, and over-analyzed every little detail to the point that she would need a fucking magnifying glass to see all the fine print in your plans.

And Ellie? Ellie was a hardcore badass who thought with her fists before using her head, which was strange due to how absolutely brilliant she was. You heard her talks with her friends; she knew so much about science and space and literature… Why was she always so dumb when it came to her safety?

You were thinking very rude and nasty things as you two continued your trek down the trail, stopping every once in a while, to look for supplies inside of old buildings and watching Ellie do some fucking acrobatic shit just to get another one of her useless superhero cards on the third floor of a destroyed building. You were on the ground, checking your rifle for probably the thousandth time that day when the sounds of obvious distress made you look up.

“Shit, MOVE!” Ellie shouted and watched as you had to roll out of the way to not get hit in the head with a rusted ladder that clattered to the ground aggressively. Your heart pounded in your ears as you looked up at Ellie who was now trapped on the third floor of the used-to-be, building with no way down.

The emotions that went across your face were like whiplash. At first, you looked angry at her complete carelessness, and then you realized she was genuinely stuck up there and you couldn’t stop laughing. In seconds, you were doubling over, your snorts of amusement echoing in the wind as Ellie pouted. She certainly looked cute with her bottom lip sticking out like that.

“How’s the weather up there?” You paced back and forth in front of the building as Ellie huffed, laying down on her stomach and leaning over the edge a little to see just how far down it was. The only thing keeping her up was that floor and a load bearing brick pillar.

“Stop being a dick and help me!”

You grinned. “Hmm… and why should I do that?”

“You know I’ve got a clean shot, right?” Ellie removed her pistol from the back of her jeans and held it up like it was a threat. “Bet I could hide your body pretty fucking easily.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes before picking the ladder back up, only for it to fall apart in your hands, the rusted pieces scraping against each other and falling into a heap on the ground. The amusement began to leave your face and you realized that this actually was a bad situation that she was in.

“Great, figures,” Ellie rolled onto her back and stared up at the sky. “Everything you touch turns to shit.”

“Oh, the optimism is fuckin’ killing me, El,” You shot back with an equal amount of sass. You didn’t see her blushing from where she was, which she was grateful for in the moment. “Just calm down. I’ll figure something out.”

All you got from her was a thumbs up over the side of the ledge and you sighed with irritation. Why did she have to be so… so fucking infuriating? She was 18 and still acted like a damn child sometimes. You were in your bitter thoughts as you looked around for anything that could be helpful. Another ladder? A rope? Anything that can save her sorry ass from getting stuck up there and starving to death.

“God, it’s fuckin’ hot,” The sun was up now, which meant that Wyoming was being cooked from the rays, and that meant with no shade, you were being blasted from every single angle. You stripped off your lightweight jacket and tied it around your waist. Sweat dripped from your forehead and stained your t-shirt as you dug around under the remains of some of the buildings.

You were focused on saving your partner, but in doing so, you had taken your eyes off her. And while she wasn’t exactly far away, you missed the way she was staring at you in that moment. In Ellie’s mind, all she wanted to do was trace your collarbone with her tongue and feel your hands against her ass… She truly was too gay for her own good.

Ellie scooted closer to the ledge when she saw you disappear behind a broken-down truck, and then she heard a cracking sound. The platform trembled and Ellie began backing away from the ledge as fast as she possibly could with her face going pale and her heart rate shooting sky high.

“Ellie?!” You called out, immediately abandoning what you were looking for and running over to the building. The cement between the bricks on the pillar was beginning to crack, and once that was gone, the building would be coming down in literal seconds. Your partner began panicking, looking down at you as you began to pace like a wild animal ready to attack their prey.

“Do something!” Ellie screamed as the platform shook so hard that she was knocked flat on her ass.

You laughed in the most cynical fashion. “Wh-What the hell do you want me to do?! I can’t stop it from falling down!”

“If I die because of this, I will haunt your ass forever!”

Time was running out and the building was coming down any second. You were out of options and only had one choice. “Jump!”

Ellie looked at you with her eyes wide and her fists clenched. “Are you fucking crazy—”

“Shut the fuck up, and JUMP!”

The bricks in the middle of the pillar began snapping into pieces and Ellie realized she had no other way out of this situation. She looked down at you as you held your arms out for her. With a final, FUCK IT! Ellie jumped off the platform and into your arms.

You pushed both feet into the ground and bent your knees slightly. Ellie didn’t weigh much, and you were certain you could carry her, so why not this? And that’s exactly what happened. At first, Ellie thought you might let her hit the ground, but you had rushed forward just to make sure she didn’t hit the ground! And yes, she was light, but the momentum of her falling and you not moving had your entire body smacking against the back of the broken-down car.

The window to the passenger side door shattered with the impact of your body and you saw stars for a second with how much it hurt to hit something so hard. But you quickly remembered that you both needed to move. Without so much as a second thought, you ran out of the way of the collapsing building with Ellie still in your arms.

Of course, the fucking building had to fall at an angle. And in the direction that you were running. Your blood was rushing to your ears with adrenaline as you managed to slip on the fucking mud and ended up dropping Ellie into the dirt a few feet away from you.

“Shit, look out!” Ellie grabbed your hand and attempted to pull you away, but she wasn’t fast enough. The building came crashing down. The bulk of it missed you, but one of the wooden planks that was holding the floor together snapped off the remains and went flying in your direction. The plank came in direct contact with your leg and the sickening snapping sound definitely wasn’t from the wood.

You shrieked in agony, immediately crawling away from the rubble as it finally ceased its collapse and you fell to the dirt, whimpering in pain and tears streaking down your face. There was no doubt in your mind that your leg was broken, and you just knew that you were gonna catch so much shit for this. Your whole body felt like it was on fire and all you could think of was how much Ellie was going to hound your ass for not moving fast enough to get out of the way.

You looked up and coughed on the dust that the rubble kicked into the air, stomach twisting at the agony as you crawled away and slammed your fist into the dirt. “Fuck! God fucking damn it…”

“Hey, hey, look at me,” Ellie crouched down and placed both hands on your shoulders, getting your attention. You looked up with tears in your eyes and she brushed the hair out of your face and looked like she wanted to throw up. “Stay here… Stay right here, I’ll get the horses.”

You gave a weak laugh and dropped down into the dirt, giving her a thumbs up. “W... Where would I even go?”

A few seconds went by before Ellie returned with both horses behind her. She stopped right next to you and began to freak out, her hands going all over your back and behind your pack straps where she let out a hiss of pain. You had shards of broken glass embedded in your skin and your shirt was now soaked with blood. “Here, gimme your hand.”

Wordlessly, you slapped your palm into her grasp and braced yourself for her to yank you on your feet, which she did. You tried to keep your foot off the ground, but it was almost impossible.

“Can you get on?” Ellie questioned and you just nodded, grabbing at your horse’s saddle and jumping off the ground on your good leg, swinging the other one over the side of his back and forcing yourself to slide the foot on your broken leg into the stirrup.

Ellie jumped on Shimmer way faster than you could, and you both immediately began to ride back to Jackson, not even bothering with the checkpoint. Someone else would have to come out here to clean up your mess, and it would most likely be Maria and Shawn… As if she didn’t have enough to do already.

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When the gates to the town opened up, Ellie was already helping you out of the saddle on your horse, putting one hand on your hip and the other holding your wrist as she slung your arm over her shoulder. The amount of concerned looks you two received made you feel sick. You’d have to tell everybody now that you broke your damn leg because you couldn’t move fast enough.

“Could you all stop fucking looking at us and help?!” Ellie shouted, her anger level rising as everybody was whispering but no one was doing a damn thing to help.

“What happened?!” You looked up and made a face of distress at seeing Joel and Tommy looking down at both of you, your face turning red with embarrassment. You felt so stupid.

Ellie readjusted her hold on your hip. “A building fell down; I think her leg’s broken—”

“Oh no,” You laughed, but there was no humor in your voice. “It’s definitely fucking broken…”

“Alright, c’mon then,” Without even warning you, Joel was bending down and lifting you up off the ground and into his arms, so you didn’t step on your bad leg. It was then that Tommy noticed the glass buried in your back and he immediately started swearing. “Ellie, tell Maria what happened. Gonna get her to the tent.”

As soon as you were out of earshot, Ellie let the biggest gasp escape from her mouth in her entire life. Her hand went to her chest, and she doubled over, almost like she was trying not to throw up after all of that. “I’m sorry… God damn it, I’m so sorry…”

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The next few days were pretty much absolute torture for you. After the doctor had realigned your broken bone and placed you in a splint, you had been bedridden for the days to come. The timeframe given was not great… 3 whole months of nothing? 3 whole months of being trapped inside of your home with absolutely nothing for you to do? How in the actual fuck were you going to survive?

With stitches on your back and your leg wrapped around metal rods to keep it straight as it healed, you were pretty much incapacitated for the near future. Even getting yourself out of bed was a nightmare. And taking a shower may as well have been curing fucking cancer. It felt impossible every single time and you had no choice but to tape a plastic bag around the metal rods, so they didn’t rust against your skin.

It was early morning and you had just gotten yourself out of bed, sitting on your reclining chair in your small living room and watching one of your many movies you had retrieved during your patrol missions. Your leg was propped up on the bench in front of you, and you were content to stay like this all day long, unless you had to pee or something.

Of course, you were content… And then someone knocked on your damn door. A sigh left your throat as you paused the movie and pushed yourself off the chair and onto your feet. Maria had given you a set of crutches and that was the only way you would ever possibly get around for the near future. This was quite actually the fucking worst thing ever.

“Hold on,” You said as the person knocked once again. You opened the door, not even bothering to look through the window, and stumbled back a bit on your foot, your cheeks turning a soft pink.

God, Ellie sure looked like a kicked puppy when she stood like that. “Hey…”

“Uhm…” You cleared your throat for a second and stepped back. “Hi. Is there some—”

You paused and looked down, seeing that there were flowers in her hand and a solemn look on her face. Suddenly, you felt like she hadn’t come by to tear you apart for getting yourself hurt. Well, she was here for something, wasn’t she?

“How are you doing?” Ellie held the violet-colored flowers in both hands and looked over your shoulder before looking back down at her hands, almost like she couldn’t look you in the eyes.

You frowned. “I’m fine, Ellie… I just have a break, it’s not the end of the world.”

She nodded, still looking at the ground. “Right… Can I— Can I come in? I have something I need to say.”

What’s stopping you from slamming the door in her face? What’s stopping you from saying no and telling her to fuck off? Well, nothing was stopping you… but you kind of didn’t want to. If anything, you wanted to hear what she had to say… Plus, that fucking puppy-dog look was just melting your heart.

You pushed the door open with the crutch and limped away from the door, allowing Ellie to come inside of your home. She closed the door behind herself, and you hobbled your way into the kitchen where you began pouring a glass of water for her. It was just in your nature to be hospitable, apparently.

“What’s this about, El?” You sat on one of the barstools and slowly looked down at your wrapped leg, trying not to think about how your bone was all sorts of fucked under the bandages. Ellie offered the flowers to you, and for a brief moment, you forgot about your broken leg.

Ellie took notice of how you winced when you sat down, and the stitches on your exposed back. Her heart ached at the sight of them. “Listen… I didn’t mean to… W-What I’m trying to say is… I need to tell you—”

You snorted and she finally looked up to meet your eyes. You noticed her cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink. “I’m sorry, okay? It’s my fault you broke your leg… shit, I never meant for this to happen. I wasn’t trying to like, kill you or anything, that was a joke—”

“Ellie,” You reached out and gently grabbed her hand. You saw her whole body tense up as she looked down at you, and you responded with a smile at her confusion. “It’s okay… I’m just happy you’re okay, you know?”

The redhead looked down at her shoes… Those dirty, beat-up converse that you loved to tease her about and how she needed to fucking wear something else every once in a while, or she would be walking with holes in her soles at some point. “Yeah, well… you kind of saved my ass.”

Your own cheeks turned a soft pink as you looked down at the flowers in her hands and slowly reached for them. She offered the velvety flora for you, and you inhaled the scent of them. It reminded you of the smell of rain on a dirt road in the morning… They were definitely beautiful, and you felt something in your chest when you looked up at Ellie who was giving you a slight smile.

“Wasn’t gonna just stand there and do nothing, El,” You placed the flowers down on the counter as carefully as you could and offered her the glass of water. “I didn’t want you getting hurt… And yes, you were the dumbass that went up there in the first place, but I shouldn’t have been laughing about you getting stuck up there.”

“No, no, you were in your right to laugh,” Ellie cleared up. “It was a stupid-ass thing to do.”

“Mmmm, yeah it was,” You chuckled, watching as Ellie took the glass from your hand and looked down inside of it. “It’s not poisoned, dipshit.”

“Just making sure,” She shrugged her shoulders and sipped on the water, making you smile once again… Fuck, this was nice. It was so nice to talk to Ellie and not want to kill her for a few minutes. It was so comforting that she didn’t blame you, and that she was coming to apologize… Like she felt guilty about treating you like dirt for the past 4 years or so…

There was this warm fuzzy feeling in your chest as Ellie sat across from you at the bar and you couldn’t shake the feeling no matter how hard you tried.

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It only took 3 months instead of the predicted 4. You did everything the doctor told you to do, and you were cleared for patrols in the morning. You were ecstatic at first, but then you saw the route… You were running with Tommy, and Joel was going with Ellie… But you wanted to go with Ellie; you told Maria you wanted to go with Ellie! Why didn’t she listen?

“Hey Joel,” You pulled the Texan to the side in the paddock and suddenly felt like you were asking his daughter to the fucking prom. “Uh… Is it okay if we switch routes? I-I wanted to go with Ellie.”

“Yeah, uh… about that,” Joel rubbed the back of his neck and looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there. What happened? “Ellie doesn’t wanna go with you.”

It was like you had just got hit in the face. Your emotions went all over the place but mostly, you felt betrayal. What happened between you and Ellie recently that made her not want to go on patrol with you? Was it from the shots you two took turns doing last week? Was it when you were staring at her in the pastures yesterday? Maybe it was from the way you held her hand during that scary movie you two watched… What could have been the reason?!

Your hands clenched into fists, and you walked over to the stallion with your name on it, grabbing at his reins and yanking him away. “Thanks anyway, Joel.”

You saddled up next to Tommy, taking the rifle he gave you and checking to see if the chamber was loaded. You glanced down the line of patrollers and saw Ellie sitting next to Joel on her mare, checking her own rifle. When she looked down the line and made eye contact with you, she immediately looked away. What the fuck was her problem?

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After being stuck in a house for 3 months straight, you had come to find something out about yourself. You had a very short fuse, and almost no fucking patience. Sitting in this kitchen alone, looking down at the countertop and remembering those flowers Ellie brought you when she first came to see you…

In the last 3 months, you two had gotten close. And it wasn’t the guilt that made her come around. No, she genuinely enjoyed your presence and you felt like her being with you was a breath of fresh air. You saw her a lot, and she would come outside with you when you wanted to walk around and stretch out your good leg.

And suddenly, she was cold to you… Like she couldn’t even stand to fucking look at you again. Your heart sunk down into your stomach and you looked out of your kitchen window. It was already dark outside, and you were desperate for answers on why she treated you like such shit… Why couldn’t Ellie even look at you?

In your state of anger, you grabbed your jacket from the coat rack, slid on your shoes, and you were out the door in seconds. It took a full 8 minutes to walk to Ellie’s little shed home behind Joel’s house. You pushed the back gate open and walked up to her front door, banging on the wooden surface with your whole fist.

“Gimme a damn minute!” Ellie shouted from the other side of the door. Your rage just seemed to rise as you curled your hands into fists and as soon as the door opened, you were putting a hand on her chest and shoving her inside of the house. “Jeez— the fuck is going on?!”

You spun around, slammed the door, and stared her down like she just hit you in the face… which you had half a mind to do to her once again. “What the fuck happened this morning?”

Almost immediately, Ellie flinched at your words and looked down. At least she had the damn decency to look ashamed of herself. Of course, when she said nothing, it didn’t help your anger. You just got even more heated, and you stepped forward. You were a few inches taller than her so you had superiority here… at least in height.

“We have been… we were fine! I thought we were good, Ellie. Why? Why are you back to treating me like this— Are you ashamed to admit to your fuckin’ friends that I’m now your friend too?”

Ellie recoiled as if you had just slapped her. “What? No! No, why would I—”

“Then why is it,” You started, stepping forward and towering over her. Ellie inhaled sharply and stepped back, almost tripping on the stuff all over her floor. “As soon as I’m cleared for patrol, and you’re around your friends again, you start treating me like shit again?”

“I didn’t mean for you to—” Ellie gasped and stumbled until the back of her legs hit the bed and she caught herself before she fell on her ass. “Did Joel not tell you?”

“Oh, he made it pretty fuckin’ clear, Williams,” You snapped, and your face was inches away from hers. It was like all those times before that you two had gotten into fist fights. Only this time… Ellie was actually backing down. She acted like she didn’t want this to happen; she didn’t want to fight you at all. “You better explain yourself. Or I swear, I will walk out of that door, and I will never, ever speak to you again.”

The silence was deafening. For the first time in a long time, Ellie was speechless. Her heart was racing, and she was panting as if she just ran a marathon. You scoffed, your lips twisting into a vicious snarl and your brows pulling down with aggression. “Fine. Fuck you then, Ellie.”

Your hand wrapped around the front handle of the door, and you were about to turn it when you felt a hand close around your wrist. You were mere seconds from punching her in the face, but you sure as shit couldn’t do that after what Ellie just did.

The redhead grabbed your wrist with one hand, shoved you by the chest with the other, and slammed her lips against your own. A loud inhale pulled from you at her sudden assertiveness, slamming your body into the door and digging her nails into the skin of your wrist. Well, this certainly was not what you were expecting, like at all…

Ellie acted desperate as she practically devoured you, her lips moving against your own with a feverish desire that you simply couldn’t wrap your head around in that moment. You were still in shock more than anything, but at least you weren’t mad anymore, right? No, just confused now.

A few seconds passed as Ellie reached up and curled both hands into the front of your shirt, and you put your own hands on her jaw, pulling her away from your lips with a wet SMACK! She felt like heaven on your lips, but you needed answers.

Of course, pushing Ellie off was a lot harder than you originally thought. As soon as you separated her, she would dive back in to steal another kiss and you felt your heart pounding in your chest all over again. Breathing her in with every fiber of your being, you mutter against her mouth, trying to get a word in edgewise but matching her kisses with equal ferocity.

“El…Ellie, W-what is—” You paused and gave her one very long kiss and broke it just to finish your sentence. “What’re you doing?”

“M’sick of it,” She whined, sliding one of her hands into your hair and the other slid down the front of your chest before gripping you by the side and pulling you flush against her torso. A gasp left your throat and Ellie took that opportunity to slide her tongue into your mouth. “So, fucking tired… tired of pretending like I don’t want you.”

The color that rose to your cheeks could be seen from space. You inhaled hard through your nose and wrapped both arms around her, like you might drift away from her if every single inch of your body wasn’t pressed against her own.

“God, El,” You cooed sweetly, enough to pull a whine from her throat as she dug her nails into your shoulders. “Didn’t know you were so hot for me—”

“Don’t fucking make me regret this,” She scowled, looking up at you with that familiar challenging look on her face that you found yourself adoring very quickly when it was under different circumstances. Well, if she wanted a challenge, when did you ever back down from the chance of putting Ms. Williams in her place?

The most mischievous smirk crossed your face, and she had no idea what was in store for her. You reached down and grabbed at her wrists with one hand, lifting them up and spinning so this time, it was her back pressing into the door. You pushed both hands over her head and held them there, keeping her hostage and looking down with the biggest grin possible.

Ellie was completely speechless, and her entire face went red with embarrassment. “W-What the fuck was that?”

You slowly slid your free hand up the length of her side, tugging up her shirt as you moved, nails gently raking across her pretty freckled skin. The way her body shuddered against yours was a sure way to make you groan as you leaned down and pressed your mouth against her neck. You inhaled her beautiful scent and pressed your lips down on her hot skin.

“God, you smell so good, El,” You purred as you kissed from the start of her shoulder up to the base of her jaw. Ellie’s hands flexed inside your own like she wanted to fight back. For a small moment, she managed to pull her hands forward, but you quickly slammed them back. It seemed like you had a lot of pent-up strength and energy to burn off from being bedridden for months.

“W-Wait, wait, wait,” Ellie begged, squirming against the door and making you look up for a second. Her desperate tone was what pulled you away and you slowly released her wrists, taking your hands back away from her body. Her body was trembling, and she looked like a frightened bunny in your presence. You suddenly felt like you went too far.

“Are you okay?” You slowly reached out and felt a slight wave of relief when she didn’t shy away from your touch. Both hands went to her face, and you stroked your thumbs across her jaw.

“Y-Yeah, I’m just…” Ellie breathed, putting a hand over her chest and inhaling through her nose like she couldn’t catch her breath. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, Ellie, it’s okay,” You forced her to look back up in your eyes. Her pupils were dilated, and she looked terrified. “Hey, hey… look at me.”

Every time her eyes would try to look away, you would coax her into looking back up in your eyes, pressing a soft kiss against her nose and trying to calm her down as best you could. All you wanted was for Ellie to calm down… But like everything else that happened between you two, that was proving to be even more of a task than you thought it would.

You only relaxed when her breathing went back to normal. Very slowly, Ellie returned her gaze at you and gave you a haphazard smile. A breath of relief filled the air, and you pressed your forehead against hers. “There you are… if you want to stop, it’s okay—”

“Wait, no, no, no, wait!” Ellie grabbed your shirt and yanked you forward before you could back away. You stumbled on your feet and had to slam your arm into the door above her head, so you didn’t end up slamming directly against her. The noise that she made was enough to send you into fucking cardiac arrest. Her eyes were now focused on your strong arms, and she trailed her gaze up to the length of your neck and to your eyes. “…Fuck.”

Your heart sped up all over again and you looked like you wanted to eat her alive.

“Ellie,” You huffed out her name, and she responded by saying your name almost in a taunting manner. “Listen, we can… we can talk about this, and we can… You know, we don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for, it’s—”

You squeaked embarrassingly loud as she yanked you back down and slammed your lips against her own once again. She reacted to your kiss like it was a breath of air after being underwater. Like it was all she could need to stay calm and collected.

The way she squirmed against you was almost like she wanted more, but you were worried that she just wanted to stop but couldn’t voice it. “It’s okay, baby… I won’t hurt you; I promise—”

“Fuck,” Ellie bit down on your bottom lip and inhaled your entire being with desperate intent. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… I can’t take it anymore.”

You were planning to question what she meant when you felt her grab at your wrist and placed one of your hands around her neck. Almost instantly, you gently grabbed her throat and pushed her back against the door, using your other hand to block her head from smacking into the wood. She groaned as your grip tightened on her neck and it was like she didn’t have a dominant bone in her body.

The way Ellie just fully gave you the reins and relinquished control of herself… it was doing ridiculous things to you. Very slowly, you pulled your hand away from her throat and reached down, grabbing the underside of her thighs and yanking her away from the door.

Despite how obvious it was what you were planning, she still swore with surprise when you picked her up off the ground and wrapped both of her incredibly strong legs around her waist. It was no secret that you were stronger than her, but she was faster than you… It was one of the reasons you two were always at odds. Back when you were younger, Ellie would challenge you all the time. She always won in her mock race, and you always managed to beat her at arm wrestling… It may have been where your feud started.

And now, things were different; so different. Ellie used to hate that you could pick things up so easily and she was beyond jealous that girls fawned over you when they saw you working in the stable and not going on patrol. She thought she was jealous of you… But now she’s seeing that wasn’t the case. No, Ellie wanted you to pick her up and toss her around like she was a fucking bale of hay.

And that’s exactly what you did. You kept both hands on her thighs and took a few steps back before turning on your heel and dropping her down onto the bed underneath you. The sound she made was beyond gorgeous and you felt like you were gonna lose it.

“God, what the fuck are you doing to me?” Ellie whined, arching off the bed as you trailed your lips back down her neck. With one finger, you pulled down the collar of her shirt and without warning, latched your teeth down against her neck. She immediately grabbed your hair with both hands and yanked, hard, making you hiss in pain and pull back away from her skin. “Y-You’re pissin’ me off, you know that?”

All you could do was laugh and immediately pull yourself back. She struggled against you and tried to keep you on top of her, but you simply grabbed her wrists and held them over her head once again, towering over her and gently taking hold of her chin with your free hand. “I can go, y’know… Don’t even have to be here, baby. You’d have to fuck yourself—”

“That’s… Shit, that’s not…” Ellie fumbling on her words was the cutest thing you had ever seen. You smirked, like you always did whenever you won one of her stupid contests and dragged your fingertips across her neck and down over her chest. She looked so angry with you, and yet, she couldn’t stop from giving you the most adorable moan you’ve heard in your life.

Your hand stopped at the hem of her shirt, and you paused. “Can I take this off?”

“I’m gonna be pretty fucking upset if you don’t,” She snapped back, making you shudder with excitement. It was like you couldn’t take her clothes off fast enough. Her shirt was the first to go, and then her jeans followed, along with her sneakers. She yanked on your own shirt desperately, almost tearing the fabric with how aggressive she pulled, and you decided to take pity on her, stripping yourself out of your own clothes and grabbing her hips in order to pull her up higher on the bed so you could fully encompass her body.

You couldn’t help but stare at her, your strong hands grabbing at her leg and lifting her knee up so you could press down between her thighs. Feeling her bare skin against your own was like electricity in your bones and you had to remind yourself to breathe as you kissed all over the expanse of her chest just above her sports bra.

“St-stop fucking teasing me,” Ellie said, almost losing it.

“Ellie,” You broke off from her chest and grabbed at her sports bra before slowly pushing the fabric up around her chest and staring at the soft swell of her breasts. You had to press your thighs together and you were practically drooling over her. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Her face went even redder at your words, and you immediately bent down, your tongue sliding all over her skin and tracing between her breasts. She threaded her fingers in your hair as you grabbed the soft flesh and squeezed, nails digging into her skin and gently rubbing her nipples with the pads of your thumbs. The way she whined was adorably pathetic and you just wanted to hear even more.

You trailed your lips down her flat abdomen and gently pinched at her nipples, marveling at how her stomach sucked in when she gasped. It was like it was too much for her, and you couldn’t stop yourself from teasing her even more. “Baby… You gonna cum just from me playing with your tits?”

Ellie gasped and slammed her fists into the mattress, sitting up off the bed and looking down at you like she wanted to set you on fire. “I can… almost promise you,” Her voice was breathy and deep, and it made you even wetter. “If you don’t fuck me in the next five minutes, I will hurt you.”

“Promise?” You grinned and slipped your thumb into the elastic of her panties and slowly pulled them down her thighs, tossing the fabric away from you and onto the floor. You had wasted enough time already. And now all you wanted to do was give Ellie exactly what she wanted.

“J-Just… Just fucking fuck me— ohgod!” Ellie choked on her breath the second she felt your fingers against her slick folds. Her legs opened up for you and she shuddered with each stroke of your fingers along her cunt and creating a map of her with your mind. You didn’t touch any place in particular, and you didn’t let your touch linger; you kept her on edge the entire time.

Every time you pressed your fingertips against her opening, she would bite her lip and grab the sheets with her hands, and then when you pulled away, she would start pouting. You did the exact same thing with her clit, pressing the pads of your index and middle finger on her sensitive bundle of nerves and gave a few little rubs before moving away. It was the most aggressive form of torture she had ever felt in her entire life.

“Stop! Fuck, fuck, stop it!” Ellie yanked your hair until your lips were away from her hip bone and looked down at the many love bites and hickies you left in your wake. She was practically fuming with desperation as she got on her knees and used your hair as leverage to push you down onto the bed as she climbed on top of you. “Fucking pain in the ass.” 

“Oh? What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You teased, biting your lip as she pushed your head into the pillows, slowly crawling up and making it so you couldn’t keep teasing her. You shut up pretty fast when she swung her leg over and her pussy was inches away from your face. She was absolutely soaking wet, and it was clear that this was a final ditch effort to force you to fuck her. 

“Maybe this way,” Ellie grabbed at the headboard behind you and spread her legs even more until she was centimeters from your mouth. “You’ll finally shut that pretty mouth of yours.” 

Ellie didn’t expect the dominance from you as you grabbed her ass with both hands and yanked her down onto your face. With a sharp intake of breath, Ellie whined and began to grind herself against your mouth as you began to lick at her slick cunt. You knew she was strong and in all honesty, could most likely sit on your face for hours without her legs getting tired. And it was why you were confident enough to hardly even hold her in place. 

“Fuck,” Ellie pushed her face into the wall and held still as you sucked on her slick folds and slid your tongue up until it was pressing on her clit. She squirmed a little at the pleasure and you immediately grabbed her hips with your strong hands, holding her still and licking at her clit fast enough for her to see stars. “Fuck! Oh fuck…” 

It was adorable; you were on the bottom but you were still in control of her. There was no autonomy left with her as she moaned and did her best to hide the way her body was reacting to your thick tongue. You were certain that you would leave bruises on her skin as you held her in place and practically destroyed her on your mouth. 

And while it was so nice that she was giving you enough room to breathe, a part of you wasn’t having as much as you wanted. You slid your hands up from her hips and grabbed her waist, yanking on her and growling with dominance. Ellie responded with a groan at the vibrations from your noise and looked down to meet your heavy-lidded eyes. 

“Shit, I… I don’t want to crush you–” 

You moaned against her folds and lifted her up for a second just so you could speak, and she was already upset that you stopped. “If you’re gonna sit on my face… you better fucking sit down. Don’t just hover; sit!” 

For a moment, Ellie was reminded of when you yelled at her to jump. She was right about that… So why not this? 

You let out a breathy snarl and decided to make the choice for her when you pulled her back down and immediately went back to eating her out. Your tongue lapped at her clit and you kneaded her strong ass with both hands as she leaned back and pushed her hand into your thigh in order to stay sitting upright. Ellie couldn’t keep quiet even if she tried, grinding down against your mouth and rubbing her juices all over your face. 

“Yeah, just like that…” Ellie moaned, her head falling back as she held you by the hair and slowly moved her other hand between your legs. It was like you knew because you immediately started spreading your legs and dug your heels into the mattress while she put her entire palm against your clothed pussy. The noise you made just seemed to make her even wetter. “N-Not gonna… let you have all the fun, Jesus christ your mouth feels so good…” 

You simply hummed with approval and arched up into her hand as you wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked. She let out a tiny squeal at the sensation and immediately reached inside of your panties, pressing her fingers in between your own slick folds and rubbing at your clit without holding anything back. 

You couldn’t say anything; all you could do was moan into Ellie’s cunt as she played with your pussy, your eyes squeezing shut and your mouth collecting all of her wetness as best as you could. The mess you were making was beyond vulgar. Her juices dripped from her cunt and all over your face, creating a huge wet spot on her sheets behind your head. Your drool slicked her up even more and your tongue spread it around, the sounds reverberating off the walls and making her blush with just how loud you were when you feasted on her pussy. 

“God, fuck yes,” Ellie cried. “Ugh, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you princess?” 

The nickname had your eyes rolling and you responded with a soft smack to her ass. Ellie gasped and responded by sliding her hand down and pushing two fingers directly into your tight cunt, making you scream into her pussy. Even when you were eating her out, she had to make everything a fucking competition. 

With one final slurping sound, you lifted Ellie off your face and looked up, gently grinding up into her fingers as she slowly pumped them in and out of your wet cavern, soaking your panties and smirking, feeling like she finally got the upper hand. You chuckled and slid your hand from her ass and began to prod her opening with your own fingers. 

“Easy baby,” You cooed sweetly between your own whines of pleasure as she gently curled her fingers upward and stroked along your soft inner walls. Her hips were moving on their own, bucking against your hand as you leaned forward, kissing her hip and slowly pushing both fingers inside her slick cunt. “Fuck, slipped right in… Naughty girl–”

“Shut up,” Ellie scowled. “T-trying too hard to… ohhhhfuck…” 

With a simple twist of your wrist and your fingers bending inside of her, she finally stopped complaining. Her words died on her tongue as she kept still but pounded at your pussy with her long, strong fingers. “Look at yourself, baby… Oh, you love getting fucked, don’t you?” 

Ellie was too far gone to fight back and her hand began faltering on your cunt just trying to hold it together. You were the lucky one to get a front row seat of seeing her pussy spread apart on your digits and you began to push them in and out of her, listening to the slick sounds of her liquids squelching on your hand and how she was practically bouncing on your hand. 

“Yeah? Oh, you finally decided to shut the fuck up?” You taunted, and all Ellie could do was cry out. You pumped inside of her a bit faster. “Hmmm, that’s it baby… That’s it, good girl… Fucking love how your pretty pussy stretches on my fingers.” 

Ellie slowly released you and in that moment, you took the upper hand once again. In mere seconds, you were shoving Ellie down into the bed, slotting between her legs, and immediately pushing your fingers back inside of her without letting up. You pushed your knees into the mattress next to her, an arm going over her head as you were hovering away from her face. Your lips were so close to her own and she kept trying to meet them for a kiss but all you did was drag the tip of your tongue over her mouth and teased her while fucking her into the mattress.

“Alright, let’s see…” You breathed down and Ellie fisted her hands into the sheets, her moans spurring you forward as you twisted your fingers around inside of her cunt, stroking along her inner walls to see if you could make her go from soft moans to full on screams which you would need to silence anyway with how fucking thin the walls were in her shed. 

“Wha– What are you– AH! Fuck!” 

“There it is,” You leaned down and pressed your lips on Ellie’s before you began a brutal pace, pumping your thick fingers into her pussy and hitting her sweet spot with every movement you made. Her screams were muffled by your mouth and you pressed your tongue down against hers, tracing the grooves in her teeth and hissing at her bite down on your bottom lip. “Hmm? That feel good baby?” 

Normally Ellie would snap, or she would have some clever retort or insult for you, but not this time. Ellie just groaned and nodded, eyes rolling back in her head and her inner walls clenching down on your fingers. It didn’t matter though, because you didn’t slow your speed. And when you twisted your wrist, Ellie arched off the bed and into your hand. 

From how bad she was squirming and wiggling around underneath you, and how her moans were growing in pitch, you could tell she was right on the edge, and you wanted nothing more than to push her over. 

“Come on baby,” You got closer and dragged your tongue across her neck and down to her shoulder where you gave a soft little bite into her skin. She squeaked, and it quickly blended into a wanton moan as you slammed your fingers up into her poor stretched out cavern. “Come on, cum for me. I know you want to.” 

“Fffffuck…” Ellie purred, biting down on her bottom lip and trying not to scream bloody murder as you slammed down into her. The beautiful way that her body was rolling into yours, and how she was holding you by the arms, so close to crescendo that she wanted to cry. Not to mention the way you were looking at her like she was about to be devoured like a fucking feast. 

“Go one, scream for me baby,” You leaned down and kissed over her neck, angling yourself so you could press your thumb against her clit and rub at the sensitive bud while thrusting your thick fingers into her. You ignored the cramp in your wrist and refused to let up. Ellie was so fucking close and you wanted to be the one who brought it out of her. “Scream for me. Let everybody in this fucking town know whose fucking you so good.” 

Her hips bucked up into your hand and you half-expected her to actually scream. But no, Ellie had a better idea in mind. Her inner walls squeezed your fingers and her moans grew with pitch before you felt her pulse around the digits, her head going back as she opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. 

You were worried she would actually shriek but Ellie fell forward and bit down on your neck, hissing through the pleasure as you fucked her through the orgasm of her life. Tears began streaking down her face as she whimpered into your flesh and ground her hips down into your touch. 

A bruise would almost certainly be left behind on your skin, but you didn’t care. You held her close and gave soft little kisses against your cheek as she had a moment of relief before she felt your fingers still moving and she immediately grabbed for your wrist to make you stop. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck, stop stop stop,” She pleaded, forcing your hand to still as she looked down at you, breathing hard and shaking with aftershocks of euphoria. Very carefully, you pulled your fingers out of her cunt and gave her clit a few more rubs before retracting completely and rubbing at her inner thighs. “Jesus fucking Christ…” 

“Mmm, no, that’s not my name baby,” You teased, kissing her jaw and falling down next to her. Ellie scoffed, but was still smiling when she smacked your arm. You giggled and rested your chin on her shoulder, kissing at her sweat covered skin. “Wanna tell me now?” 

Ellie huffed and looked over at you while wiping the tears away from her eyes. “T-Tell you what.” 

“Why you didn’t want me with you on patrol,” You sat up a little and she blushed at seeing you were still in your underwear compared to her. “I find it hard to believe that this is the reason. Unless you like me that much…” Her silence was not comforting and you continued to jeer her. 

“Am I to believe you didn’t want me there because you wanted to fuck me that bad?” 

“No, dumbass, that’s not–” Ellie put both hands over her face and she sighed. “I can’t get you hurt again…”

You slowly laid down next to her and took one of her hands away from her face. “I’m the reason you got hurt… It was my fucking fault, and I don’t want it to happen again.” 

Almost instantly, you were leaning up and pressing a kiss to her lips all over again. Ellie whined against your mouth and slid her fingers into your hair, gently scratching the base of your scalp and making you groan on her mouth. 

When you broke the kiss, you pushed those auburn bangs away from her forehead and stroked down the side of her face, touching her in the most gentle possible way to convey that you could be gentle sometimes and not always be a hard-ass like she said you were. 

“Ellie… If it meant that you were safe, I would risk my life ten times over just for you.” 

Your words resonated inside of her, shaking her to the core as she blushed and took one of your hands into her grasp and kissed the inside of your wrist. This time, it was your turn to blush as she looked up and gave one final kiss before releasing your hand. 

“Don’t die for me, princess.” 

“No,” You chuckled. “I’d rather live for you, baby.” 

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Helios - Chapter 2

Billy Butcher x reader

Summary: A fatherless girl finally meets with him after her mother's death. Little does she know that from this point on, her life will fall apart. She'd meet a lot of new, interesting and disgusting people and experience a lot of traumatizing events. Will she be able to choose the right side and take control of her own fate?

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Fem!reader, violence, fluff, mention of rape/sex, big age gap, explicit language

A/N: I decided that I don't want to end this series so quickly cause I still have some ideas. So there'll be more! And that's also why this chapter is a little short, I hope you don't mind :))

Wordcount: 3759 (around)

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Chapter 2 - High Noon

After the events of past few months and a couple failed attempts to put your life back together, you finally managed to find a job - which included a small but nice apartment. The only downside was a fact that you were going to work at a fucking supe club. As much as you wanted to get away from all the superhero shit it seemed like it would hunt you forever. You didn’t know what was worse – working at that bar or death, both equally horrible if you had to be honest. In those few months you’ve changed beyong recignition. From a blonde angel to a bratty, dark haired demon. You had enough of your light, long hair and decided to dye them dark and cut them short. You found your wolf cut more fitting, but the hair wasn’t the only thing that changed – it was also your wardrobe and demeanor. Instead of clean girl garments, now the only things you wore were oversized – sometimes men’s - grungy clothes and the politeness faded into bitchiness. It could be seen that you had enough of life even though you were only 21.

As you quickly found out, the supes weren’t the worst thing at the club. It was actually them being able to fuck there. The moans and groans drove you crazy until you got used to them. Mainly because they were annoying but also because your sexlife was a disaster. Every since you slept with your prom date – which was your first and last time – you didn’t manage to pick any guy nor girl up. You had no idea what was wrong but soon were about to find out. You worked behind the bar - making drinks and bringing them to the customers – and of course you had to clean the whole place after closing, in order to live in the flat above. You could never think that supes were that piggish. Used condoms, their fluids along with spilled alcohol and empty glassware layed everywhere after every your shift. The club was also where you met him – William fucking Butcher, another nightmare of a person in your life. Even though a part of you hated him, the other craved for him. He was handsome and charming. The way his brown orbs lingered on your face and body every time you met... The way he smiled at you... The way he called you Doll, Buttercup, Moonie... All those things caused weakness to your knees.

It was a chilly summer night when you first met. He visited your club, your eyes falling to him the moment he entered. Tall, broad shoulders, dark eyes full of anger and lust and... He was older, way older, and you liked it. You never realized you had daddy issues, although looking at your past it was quite obvious. You guessed that that was a problem of your inabillity of finding a date. All the people you tried to flirt with were either your age or a bit younger. You observed the man as he talked with your coworkers and supes until he came up to you.

„Whiskey "

Butcher said before you could open your mouth. After quickly pouring a glass of dark liquid, the drink made it's way to your customer. The man took a sip, the only thing you heard was ice tapping the glass as you prepared drinks and tried to ignore his aroma. He smelled like alcohol and cigarettes but you also caught a glimpse of wood, cinnamon and vanilla.

„Like the smell Buttercup? "

He asked soon when he noticed you give in and inhale his scent, pretendig to have a runny nose and sniffing. Looking up you saw a devilish smirk painted on his face and felt your cheeks burn. In spite of your embarrassment you decided to try flirting with him. Maybe something good would come out of this.

„Not only the smell but also the face. Hope I'd be able to like something else too later”

You winked and left the bar with a tray full of drinks, your hand brushed against his cheek as you did so. Butcher watched you walk away, swaying your hips teasingly. You knew how to seduce a man, it wasn't your first time after all and you also learned some tricks from Queen Maeve back in Vought. Speaking of Vought. They didn't send anybody after you, at least you thought so. Maybe it was you being great at covering up your tracks or they were just too stupid to find you, despite having one of the best equipments and people in America. You didn't mind that of course. It was good for you. Bending down to your customer you felt Billy's eye linger on your bottom.

„Liked the view? "

Your voiced sounded as you found your way back behind the bar. It was your turn to take control of the flirting and you led it the best way possible. You conversed your whole shift before leaving to your apartment. Lips on lips, body to body, as you strolled to your bedroom. One of his hands was tangled in your hair while the other roamed your curves. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close as it was possible. Soon you run your palms down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt slolwy, button after button. Unhurriedly you dropped to your knees, lustful eyes looking up at him and small hands palming his member through his jeans. You could feel he was big and your mouth started to water at the single thought. But something snapped in the man. As if he got out of trance. You were just to unbuckle his belt when his hands met yours. You looked up at him askingly, brow raised in confusion as Butcher sighed and picked you up gently.

„...We shouldn’t... "

Those were the last words you heard that night before he left you in your cold apartment. Were you not enough? Or too much? Maybe he was just playing with you earlier? Maybe he didn’t expect you to actually want this? Maybe it was just a sick bet with a friend to pick you up and leave not even in the middle of the act? You didn’t know and you tried not to care but the weird feeling in your stomach didn’t let you sleep. You couldn’t remeber the last time you were so lonely as that night.

The next night Butcher came back. He couldn’t sleep either, feeling bad for abandoning you. It wasn’t like he didn’t want it. It was just that he didn’t feel worth of you. He was older after all. His glory days were far behind and he was worried he wouldn’t be able to please you properly. Also the fact that he still wasn’t over Becca made him step back. As for you, you were so young and you deserved someone with just as much vigor as yourself even for a one night stand.

He broke into your apartment, holding a small box and scaring the shit out of you when you came from work. You almost cut him in half with your lasers, but managed to stop yourself. He couldn’t find out you were a supe.

„What the fuck?“

You hissed and slowly walked up to Billy. You were so mad at him, fists clenched so hard making your knuckles go white. An apology look was painted on the man’s face as he stretched his hand with the box out to you and pointed his free one at the calendar hanging in the kitchen. At first you looked pretty confused but after looking at the calendar pleasant warmth spread through your body. Your eyes averted from it to the box as you opened it and revealed a small birthday cake.

„Thought I could repay ya' for yesterday. That was a shitty move’’

‘’That sure was... And don’t think I’ll forgive you just because you bought me a cake’’

The frown on your face hid the happiness that bubbled inside you. You were glad that someone ‘remembered’, even though that someone was an unsuccessful hook up. Although you tried to hate the man, the small gesture made you feel butterflies in your stomach just as the night before.

‘’But... I guess we could share a piece and a drink?’’

You asked with a sigh then looked up at Butcher with a soft smile. The man reciprocated it and nooded.

‘’With pleasure’’

Despite not finishing pervious day’s activity, the night was still satisfying leaving you cheerful for another day. You’ve spent the night in each other’s embraces talking, drinking and eating the cake. You told him about your fucked childhood and ‘amazing’ father, making the stories seem as if you were normal humans. And after too much alcohol he unintentionally told you about his wife and hatred to you father. You couldn’t blame him though. New knowledge about your father, the fact the he was able to rape a woman made you hate him even more yourself. You figured it was a tough topic for him and decided to not bring it up the next time you meet. Billy was the first person that you opened up to since running away from Vought, the first person that seemed to care about you even though you were strangers. In the morning he was gone. Well, almost. The only things that he left behind were his delicious smell, mouth watering breakfast and... His hawaiian shirt. You had no idea why he left it, but he must have done that intentionally as it was neatly put together on your couch. Maybe he left it so you would be sure he would come back? Or maybe he wanted you to have a little reminder of him? You didn’t know but still kept it, just as neatly as it was before in your closet.

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One time Butcher called you in the middle of the night, he seemed angry making you jump out of bed immediately and dress up. He needed your help in something he didn’t mention through the phone. You reluctantly agreed and met him at the agreed place. What you saw inside made your heart stop for a brief moment. A big, black garbage bag laid in the middle of a room, instruments of torture were scattered around like toys and blood was splattered everywhere.

‘’Wha-’’

A knot formed in your throat at the terrifying sight. It looked like a scene from a horror movie but in real life, staring Butcher and you.

‘’What have you done...’’

You’ve managed to say, your body trembling like a jelly as your eyes observed the horror.

‘’Just a fucking supe, Buttercup. Ain’t nothin to worry bout’’

Butcher grinned down at you and patted your back. In that moment you’ve realized how dangerous the man was, why you met him at the pub and what he could do to you if he found out you were a supe too. But you still had no idea why he asked you for help.

It was because he thought you were like him. A vigilante working undercover in a supe bar to get rid of one of them. But you weren’t.

‘’We need to get rid of this stinky asshole’’

You were too shocked to object when he called your name and obediently did what he ordered you to. You helped him pick the body up and take it to his car. Good thing it was parked in a dark alley where no one could see you. You shoved it into the trunk, hopped inside the car and drove away to the forest. While the body burned you watched the flames – your brain still not able to wrap around what was just happening – and Billy warmed his hands above it. He looked like a psycho in the fire light. A fucking hot psycho. Soon he got too warm and handed you one of the spades to start digging a hole. You did it quite swiftly which surprised you. You always thought digging graves took hours. Butcher helped you out of the hole and chuckled at your dirty attire.

‘’Hope princess won’t get mad I ruined her clothes’’

You just rolled your eyes annoyed then you burried the ashes. After that Butcher drove you to your apartment. There was complete silence between you, only the faint noises of the radio could be heard as you drove through the town.

‘’M’sorry Moonie... Promise I’ll never ask ya bout such shit again...’’

Billy soon broke the silence, he just couldn’t stand it anymore. His hand made it’s way to your thigh and was about to rub it when you suddenly snapped.

‘’WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”

You screamed into his face and pushed his hand away. You still couldn’t believe you helped him with such a thing. Your body was trembling the whole ride as your brain repeated the scenes from few minutes ago on and on. Butcher parked the car in front of your building and didn’t manage to say anything when you jumped out of it.

‘’You’re just like them!’’

Your scream echoed through the street and you could bet everyone heard it. The man tried to grip your wrist and pull back inside but you were faster. You slammed the door almost breaking it and crushing his hand then run to your flat, tears falling down your cheeks. Butcher wanted to follow you so badly, to explain everything, to comfort you. But he decided otherwise, instead giving you time to think about whether you still want to know him or not. He didn’t expect you to though. Not after that.

To his surprise the next time you saw each other it was you who came up to him. You placed the drink he ordered in front of him and sat down beside.

‘’Care to explain?’’

Your eyebrow was raised as you awaited his response. Of course he had to drag it out... Billy slowly picked the glass up and raised it to his lips. He took small sips, taking his time, and when the glass was finally empty he just then deigned to answer. It was all you expected. The person he killed wasn’t first nor the last, he was just a mere puzzle in the jigsaw.

‘’It wasn’t much Moonie. Just needed information. If I’d let him go, he’d later tell someone and then it would’ve been me burried 8 feet under ground. I assume you wouldn’t like that’’

The last sentence was rather a question than a statement and you had to admit that you would in fact not like that. You grew quite attached to Butcher in those few days of your familiarity, but it was just the beginning. You forgave him with great remorse and he pinky sweared he wouldn’t get you in his shit again.

He lied.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓🔅 🔅༓･*˚⁺‧͙

After two years of your acquaintance you started to wonder why do you even help him? He caused an immense damage to your mental health – not that it wasn’t fucked before – yet you still did it. Maybe because working with him was your way to get back at your father, even though he didn’t know about Bucther’s existance yet. Or maybe because you cared about him. You cared about that beast of a man. When you were with him you were sure nothing would happen, and if it did you would have averted the crisis with your powers. Just like that night when Butcher got almost killed due to his stupidity. And who had to save him? You.

You shielded Billy’s hurt body with yours from the fire beams a supe threw at you. You predicted his next move and before he threw another beam you lasered his legs knocking him down. You didn’t hurt him much though, it was Billy’s job after all. After checking if the supe fainted you turned to face a dissapointed and sad face of Butcher. It was the first time you saw him so dejected and it made your heart break.

‘’You’re one of ‘em...’’

‘’Billy I-… I-I'm sorry I didn’t tell you, I was-… I was scared you would hurt me too...’’

Butcher stiffened under your touch when you brushed your hand against his. He fought the urge to cage you in a warm hug and say that it’s alright. But he couldn’t do that, no... He didn't hang out with superheroes, let alone work with them. But you were different... He dramatically pulled away from you and kicked the pillar next to him furiously.

‘’FUCK! I could’ve fucking predicted it! And tell me ya work for Vought! Cause ya sure do! Why would ya help me otherwise-”

‘’Because I fucking care about you! Not like you! Just use me for some dirty work regardless of how I feel! You’ve promised me thousand times you won’t ask me for help anymore, yet you still do! Every time you can’t deal with something by yourself you come running to me with your tail between your legs! If you think you're greater than every supe on earth then why do you even need my help?!’’

Butcher didn’t say anything, just looked at you like a hurt dog would and even though your heart ached you knew it was time to leave. You shook your head disappointedly with a heavy sigh and left the building, abandoning Billy for good. You tried not to cry, but the minute you were sure he didn’t see you anymore, the tears started to fall down your cheeks themselves.

Just then did Butcher understood the feelings for you he has kept hidden deep inside himself. It was adoration, derise and infatuation he felt every since he met you. He felt so helpless in that moment but knew you would never forgive him. That night he lost another woman he loved... The man didn’t appear in your pub the next day as he usually would, making you feel weird and uneasy at first, but you quickly forgot about him and went on with your life.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓🔅 🔅༓･*˚⁺‧͙

You didn’t miss Butcher. Not at all. Through the year you’ve got so many hook ups and potential boyfriends that you lost memory of him in the proces. Although neither of the men made you feel the same way you felt with Billy, you didn’t complain. But all of them were just like him. Older, well built with dark hair and beards. And his shirt? You still got it but now it was squished in the back of your closet, long forgotten and unwanted. Well... Maybe not completely unwanted. Your life was weirdly calm every since you left and you fell into a routine. Get up, go to work, come back home. On and on with occassional parties or grocery shopping. You even managed to befriend one of your coworkers, Brittany, who took you to said parties. The new life you lived wasn’t perfect but it was enough and it made you finally happy.

That was untill you saw that motherfucker again. He walked into the club as if nothing with some random, scared guy. You figured he was his next poor sidekick. You locked eyes with Butcher as the two passed you. He seemed unfased by your furious glare. Soon you lost them in the crowd but not for too long, as after about 20 minutes they came walking your way.

‘’Whiskey. And an apple juice for the kid’’

You didn’t respond just gave the younger guy a sad look. You poured them their drinks then handed them over, all without a word.

‘’Come on Moonie. You gonna be pissed at me foreva’?’’

You completely ignored Butcher and turned to face his new friend, blood boiling in your vains and the nickname.

‘’Listen buddy. I advise you to run as far away from him as possible while you still can, or he’ll ruin your life or get you killed’’

‘’Oh come on! I’m not that bad!”

‘’Myabe if you didn’t turn your back on me I wouldn’t think so!”

“Now that’s the Y/N that I know! All hot an rowdy’’

Butcher smirked at you after you snapped. You wanted to tear that smile from his face, shove it up his ass then kill him. And if wasn’t for the fact that you were at work, full of piggish supes, and that some feelings kept you at bay you would have done that right there and then. It was also because of Hughie, he seemed too pure for looking at that masacre. You wondered what such fragile guy even did with Butcher? Did he blackmail him or something?

‘’What do you even want, huh? You show up in here as if nothing and expect me to be all over you like some slut. Need me to do your dirty work again? Or did you remembered about that night and wanted to try again huh? Never. Now finish those up and leave just like you left last time’’

You hissed and went back to work, leaving Butcher surpirsed by your bluntness and Hughie impressed with your straightforwardness and ability to tell Butcher to fuck off. Even though the boy didn’t know Billy for long, he felt like he was a person that no one would say ‘no’ to. But there you were, proud of yourself for not falling for him again and telling him to fuck off.

But your happiness didn’t last long as few days later you found Hughie all beat up with a few cuts on your porch. He was too cute to refuse to help him and soon the two of you found yourselves sitted by the kitchen counter, sipping hot cocoa while you took care of his wounds.

‘’Told you it’s gonna happen...’’

You sighed after finishing and sat in front of him.

‘’About that...’’

Hughie’s words made you comprehend why he even came to you. Up to that moment you didn’t even realize you never told him where you lived, you haven’t even talk to each other! Butcher must have sent him to persuade you. That sick motherfucker knew too well how to handle you.

‘’What is it?...’’

You asked giving in. You decided that if you had to help them, you’d do it just for that poor dumplin Hughie, who’s girlfirend got run into and killed by fucking A-Train. And that’s how it started, another adwenture with Butcher. God... Why did you always had to get yourself in some shit...

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#billy butcher fanfic #billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #fem reader #fluff #violance

[lesbiannancytruther]

hey guys did you miss me i missed you

anyways rising clawing myself out of my grave to complain again because im reminded half of the st fandom is STUPID

i just saw someone say, fully and genuinely, that nancy constantly dismisses robin’s inputs, that that was ALL she did in the past seasons with steve and jonathan, and ultimately she just wants a ‘yes partner’

and honestly it’s kind of beyond me?? how someone can so drastically misinterpret a character and their relationships? how is one just so wrong?

obviously, they brought up ronance’s first meeting, and of course, the age old “she was so mean”, when. no she wasn’t. she was absolutely impatient, and even snappy, she didn’t have much patience for robin’s rambling, but there was never a point where she insulted her or demeaned her. matter of fact? that’s what ROBIN was doing.

of course she didn’t mean to! robin was just questioning her reasoning and rambling to someone who was exhausted, wanted to go alone in the first place, and has been consistently ignored and questioned for her reasoning the entire show.

can you see why, maybe, nancy wasn’t the most receptive to robin’s attempts at honest conversation? or attempts to clear the air? cause nancy genuinely doesn’t have any problems with robin beyond the fact that she’s distracting her from doing what she does best, and that she chose to come along only to call all of her ideas ‘a massive shot in the dark’

and you know, i’d FULLY get it if after this, nancy DIDN’T see the value that robin’s input had and just ignored her and didn’t listen to her, like you’re implying…, but then,… she actively chooses robin to break into a psychiatric ward with her…..? makes her a disguise and everything…??

now, considering robin’s very real tendency to ramble about things that are kinda personal, it makes sense that nancy is like “let me do the talking” and idk, if when robin started talking one of the first things she said to the person they’re trying to convince they’re academic scholars is “my BOOBS hurt” i would also! probably! be a little freaked!

and you know what? cause robin’s idea works…. nancy trusts robin more! learns more about her and her strengths! they high five afterwards did you miss that!!!!!

to the overall claim though that she wants a ‘yes partner’…. idk this is just so weird and tbh, so misogynistic😭 this ENTIRE show nancy has been doubted and questioned and ignored, half of the time she’s slowed down by people that are supposed to care about her because they just assume she’s boy crazy or she’s cheating or they just think she’s wrong!

and idk, it would be weird if nancy didn’t hate that? if at the first sign of someone who admits she’s a genius and sees the value in her input, it softens her?

wanting someone who doesn’t doubt you constantly is not wanting a ‘yes partner’. matter of fact, nancy DOESNT want a yes partner. if robin was a yes partner, nancy wouldn’t have found out half of the shit that she did, because robin provided new insight and handled situations in HER way. robin didn’t blindly agree with everything nancy did, and it only drew nancy closer to her

anti-ronancers i will never understand u fr

#ronance #stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley

[lateforthisappgirl]

I just poked him a little bit| Lee Chan

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Times when Dino would let his older members bully him playfully were long gone. He wasn’t a child anymore and they knew and respected that.

Even tho, sometimes he couldn’t resist himself from bragging about how good at being all grown up he is. Sometimes it was just joking around, like when Jun forgot not to put white t-shirt with colours in the washer, and then he would proudly present him his every newly washed white piece of clothing. Or when he first started to drink legally and would proudly present his ID to the cashier before any other members showed theirs (even if cashier didn’t even ask about it).

“You. Did. What?”

Now he really wanted to be a child again able to be protected by his teammates.

It all started that day when Wonwoo brought his friends to the dorm and they made him play board games with them. He didn’t really mind, his gf was at work and busy so he had to occupy his mind somehow. It all went to shit when someone said something about kissing. Not his fault that only the other day he made you so cutely blushed with his kisses, that he just had to brag about it.

“Somehow I still don’t believe in this your imaginary girlfriend” Wonwoo commented on his story(he over exaggerated every bit of it but we can’t be mad at him)

“Yeah? At least I have some girlfriend even if she’s imaginary” said Dino proudly making another move on the board with his pawn.

An uncomfortable silence fall after that but he was too happy about winning in the game to notice weird looks between his friend and one of the girls there.

“Also Wonwoo, not only I’m better at board games but also can bet that I kiss better”

~*~

So, yeah, maybe he should’ve think before saying that.

Now his girlfriend was nervously strolling in circles in the middle of his room.

“Well did I lie?”

Again, he shouldn’t have said that either and he knew it the moment you threw your shoe at him.

“Chan, you promised you won’t tell anyone. You know I can not date yet according to my contract” her eyes were filled with real fear and he felt so bad and horrible.

“I am really sorry Y/N. I didn’t tell them on purpose. It just slipped out” he smiled at you apologetically “but even tho, I shouldn’t have done it. And I already got beaten up because of this!”

Y/N stopped and looked at him scared. What did he mean by “got beaten up”. She didn’t notice any bruises on him and they were really into each other like a minute ago on his bed before he blurred out that story.

“Channie who did anything wrong to you because of dating me?”

The only thing that came to her mind was one of her sasaeng finding out about them and going all crazy.

He looked confused but then laughed and stared to apologise again.

“Y/N you are the purest person I have ever met, I meant in Maincraft.” He said brushing his hair out of his sight “Wonwoo blew my head off with some TNT after I poked him with a stick”

Y/N had enough. She just plumped onto the bed and covered her face in her hands. She loved him, loved him so so so much but sometimes it was really hard to have heart to heart conversation with him. And she risked a lot by agreeing on seeing him romantically behind her label’s back. Fortunately he realised how stupid his behaviour was. He slowly patted her knee and when she didn’t react he kneeled on the floor in front of her.

“Baby? I’m sorry, I know how much you risk for us everyday and how tired you are because of it. I wish I could help you somehow, and I meant for this evening to be a relaxed time with much needed rest but I fucked up. I should have stayed quiet about the kissing part the previous night, and when you reacted angrily I shouldn’t have made a joke out of it”

She slowly peeked from between her fingers to meet his warm eyes filled with so much love.

“Chan, I just, really hate keeping you a secret” she started and he took her shaking hands in his and was planting loads of kisses on them while she continued “ everyday I wish I could shout about how important you are to me, and how well you treat me. I feel so loved by you but at the same time trapped in that stupid as hell contract”

He knew that only a year remained with her company that used her and her popularity without caring at all about her mental and physical health. And he offered hiring good lawyers that worked with pledis before and helped him to renew his contract but she was too scared.

“Okey, thank you for saying all of that. I love you too and I won’t comment anymore with or without you in the room about our relationship. “

She smiled at him making his heart flutter. After officially making up they curled up together on his bed with facial masks and cozy clothes on.

“in a year I will brag so much about you tho” he said before kissing her good night and she blushed again.

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Hi my dearest readers!🫡 here comes a quick fic about our fav maknae. Unintentionally those fics are loosely connected so if you didn’t read my previous one where Wonwoo gets to blow his head off it’s on my profile! I hope you like this one ♥️

Ps: I didn’t mean to write any angst but I’m not really into guys that would just laugh his gf off so I thought “why shouldn’t I write a fic where the male lead takes a new lesson”

#lee chan #lee dino #svt dino #Dino #seventeen #seventeen fic #light angst #comfort #seventeen imagines #jeon wonwoo #lee chan x reader #dino x reader

[blushweddinggowns]

Ever since Steve had gotten that new job at Family Video, he was gone, a lot. Too often for Eddie’s liking, even if it was just a part time job. And when he was off, it was a fucking battle to get him all to himself. 

The kids were always after him, and then there was Nancy, and now freaking Robin, who seemed to be beating them all out nine times out of ten. And he couldn’t really do anything about it. Because Steve followed all the rules. He called every two hours, always came home when he said he would, and spent every night in their bed. Eddie always knew where he was, what his plans were for the day. And the girl made him so happy. 

Eddie had half-expected that same nice feeling he had when he saw Steve and Nancy together, happy just to see Steve happy. But with Robin, it was different. In all honesty, he was jealous. But it was a very confusing jealousy. He knew that Steve didn’t love her like he did him, he wasn’t that insecure. The girl was a fucking lesbian for god’s sake. He heard the words come straight from her own mouth.

She had been so shy when she told them, near hiding behind Steve while Nancy and Eddie sat on the couch. Shy and scared, like they would ever be capable of rejecting her over something so small. God, Eddie was easy, because that whole thing had melted his heart. No wonder her sad face always worked on Steve, the girl was naturally adorable. 

Which just made the fact that he didn’t like her worse. It wasn’t her fault, he knew that on some level. But as sick as it was, he didn’t really like anyone being close to where he was in Steve’s life. And she was starting to skirt uncomfortably close to the line. 

Because Steve loved Robin. Really loved her. Like knew everything about her loved her. Eddie knew that he loved everyone in their family, but this was different. Even Nancy, who Steve would do literally anything for, wasn’t in the same league. Because something about those two just clicked, bizarrely fast. Like finishing each other’s sentences fast. Like telling each other every traumatic childhood experience they ever had in the span of a month fast. 

And he kind of fucking hated it. Nancy had boundaries, lines that Steve or anyone weren’t allowed to cross. But Robin didn’t. At least not for Steve. No, he could be just as weird with her as he could be with Eddie. Whiny, possessive, touchy, she didn’t care. If anything she just gave it back full force. And for so long Eddie had been the only one who could fully deal with how intense Steve was. And he liked it that way.

And the worst part was how much Eddie actually liked her. Or he would have if he didn’t feel like he was in competition with her for Steve’s spare time. He hadn’t known at the time just how literal she was with the little I won’t let him die, comment. But she had stayed true to her word. And was also one of the only other people in their group that was reasonably freaked out by all his crazy shit. And in Eddie’s eyes, cowardice wasn’t a bad trait if it meant keeping the people he loved alive. 

But despite how much he trusted her, despite how happy she made Steve, Eddie sincerely, wanted her to fuck off. Just a little bit. Not that he let it show to either of them. 

Did that make him a horrible person? Yes. Was that anything new? No.

But at least he wasn’t alone. Nancy was annoyed too, but to a more reasonable extent. In a way, she had been just as spoiled with Steve’s time as he had been. There were common days that Eddie was busy with things that Steve wasn’t involved in, and she used to have first pick when it came to when they hung out. But now she had to work around his new work schedule and his new best friend schedule, all while her boyfriend was hundreds of miles away. 

It was an annoyance they kept between themselves. But it was nice to have someone to be shitty with, just one more thing he loved about Nancy. 

They were whispering about it as their table, eyes stuck on Robin and Steve laughing across the room. They were at the bowling alley, sitting around with drinks after a frankly embarrassing loss to the wonder duo. They were crowded around a claw machine, Robin cheering Steve on as he tried to go for the impossible elephant in the back. Robin had already won Steve a stuffed narwhal, so according to him that meant he was obligated to return the favor. Despite the fact that he had already lost four times. 

“They’re adorable and I hate it,” Nancy sighed as she gnawed on her straw, “The worst part is how great she is. Did you know I tried to invite Steve to the movies last weekend? Well guess who picked up the phone?”

“Robin?”

“Robin,” Nancy said, “And I actually ended up inviting her to the movies. And had fun.”

“Traitor,” Eddie huffed half-heartedly, feet kicked up on the table, “But I know what you mean. I can’t even hate her. Did you know she speaks four languages? How is that fair?”

Nancy shrugged, “It isn’t. But neither is life I guess.”

She was right about that. But he just wanted her to back off a little. But without hurting her feelings, or pissing Steve off. There was only one answer he could think of, “Makes me want to find her a girlfriend or something. Just somewhere to redirect her time. Maybe I can put out some feelers.”

Nancy raised a brow at him, “A girlfriend? In this town? Good luck.”

“Why not?” Eddie asked, “I got lucky. You got lucky. Why can’t she?”

Nancy rolled her eyes, “Oh yeah, I’m so lucky that my boyfriend moved across the country.”

“Y’know what I mean,” Eddie said, eyes already scanning the room. It really would be the perfect solution wouldn’t it? The only problem was that he didn’t really know what gay girls were supposed to look like. But he did know that Robin drooled like an idiot for anyone who even slightly resembles a young Barbara Eden. That couldn’t be too hard to replicate, right? 

He kept looking around, eyes stopping when on a particular petite blonde. Oh, she was definitely Robin’s type. 

“Hey look at her,” Eddie said quietly, jutting his chin forward in the blonde’s direction, “She’d be perfect.”

It helped that she seemed to keep glancing Robin’s way, barely paying attention to what her friends were saying. She kept smiling to herself, coincidently synched with every dramatic cheer Robin gave Steve. That seemed as good a sign as any.

Eddie was more than happy to play the part of her unknown wingman, especially if it meant having Steve to himself again. 

But Nancy didn’t seem very impressed. She raised a brow at him, “You have no idea who that is, do you?”

But Eddie was already on his feet, shrugging when Nancy tried to stop him, “Feelers!”

He made his way over, a plan forming in his head. It’s not like he was going to tell anyone she was gay, that was far from his place. But maybe he could gauge any interest, or at least her personal level of strangeness. Because they couldn’t just be gay. They had to be a little weird if it was ever going to work. He just needed to see if he could find someone who had the vibe. And a good starter test for that was to see if she closed down on Eddie “The Freak” Munson straight away.  

She startled a little when he waltzed right up to her, but she didn’t turn and run, which was sadly something. He stuck his hand out with a smile, “Hey there. I’m Eddie.”

He half expected her to laugh at him, or at least ask who the hell he thought he was. But she didn’t do either. Instead she smiled back, reaching out to shake his hand, “Chrissy.”

From the newest chapter of this fic!

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #the universe trapped in your skin #steddie childhood friends au #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #season 3 rewrite #the jealousy is thick #but my girl is here to stay #stobin #platonic stobin

[jellyishi3s]

Valeria headcanons (cuz I love her.)

TWS: talks of toxic parents/household, misogyny, talk of some sac-religious topics, drugs but nothing explicit, cartel related things, honestly nothing explicit but just talks of violence in general. Idk i think that’s it, I’m sorry if I’ve missed anything. If i did let me know!

I love this women so much lmao. Speaking of love lets talk about familial love and relationship. I’ve seen a lot of people say Valeria has daddy issues… she definitely does not lmao. No but it all honesty, she most definitely has mommy issues. Her and her mom, can never have a genuine conversation without getting into an argument, or they just act civil, which is usually just them ignoring their ever growing problems with each other. Alejandro mentioned Valeria having brothers briefly, now i don’t know how many she has but I’m assuming somewhere between two or three. She loves and hates them. Now pulling some information from my own family(extended) and patterns I see in my own community. Hispanic mothers tend to absolutely baby the men in the family, especially their sons, if they ask to go out on a school night they’ll usually say yes, even when they haven’t done their chores or are failing classes. But as a daughter… no. It’s a no. You’ll actually end up doing their chores and than be told you need to do better in school even though you only got a B. The double standards are crazy sometimes. And this most likely what contributed to Valeria’s strained relationship with her mom. Her relationship with her brother’s are good though, but they do piss her off, mainly because of that double standard. I think she’s either the second oldest or middle child. She loves her dad, and grandma. Daddy’s girl, I think her father definitely was the more laid back parent. He spoiled her and definitely was excited when her mom was pregnant, and they found out it was a girl. She loves her grandma, she sometimes wonders how such a sweet woman could make her mom. Her mom probably saw too much of herself in Valeria, but also so much of what she’s not.

Friends. Valeria to me, seems like she has one maybeee two, really close friends. She did really well in school, always excelled, loved the competition of it all. She did sports in school, probably looked up to her brothers and tried following in their footsteps, she did soccer (football), swim team, cross country, and did boxing even though her parents said it wasn’t lady like. Her best friend since like fourth grade, would come to all her sport meets. They were really close, they were in all the same classes up until high-school, they talked shit about their parents or kids at school, they skipped school, caused trouble; because I just know Valeria probably pranked one or two teachers but in very personal and targeted ways, she never got caught. Honestly her and her best friend, had a homoerotic friendship. Lmao.

I didn’t grow up in Mexico but I visited quite often as a kid, and it’s no surprise that most people there are very catholic. (It’s next too impossible to find tampons sometimes, and you can thank purity culture and religion for that.) Take that in mind. I don’t think she had internalized homophobia, but she genuinely thought of it as a phase of sorts… It was not a phase. Her and her best friend would kind of experiment together, they kissed, made out, lingering touches, but they never went further. Valeria, had kissed a few guys in high school, but when she kissed her friend, it felt right you know? Valeria at some point did fall in love with her best friend, she never admitted to herself until her best friend started dating some mediocre guy. She was low key hurt and honestly jealous. Said mediocre guy and her best friend got married a few years after they graduated high school. Valeria went to the wedding, and while she had convinced herself what they did was just dumb teenage experimentation, she felt very bitter sweet seeing her friend get married to this guy.

Speaking of relationship. Valeria probably dated quite a few guys, but none of them ever made her feel a real type of connection. She also didn’t like a lot of them because didn’t like her taking control, or being so ambitious. (I mentioned Valeria did good in school and was probably the more competitive type; adding onto that she definitely had a passion for politics, and the intricacies off it, I think she wanted to be a politicians, but I bet her mom and brothers kind of just wrote her off about it.) So the men she dated definitely didn’t like how she was so ambitious and dominate both in and outside their relationship and bed. She didn’t take shit from anyone and that included the guys she dated or slept with. if she wanted to be on top or the one in control in bed, and their egos were too fragile for that, she would leave them high dry. Honestly sex with men felt… okay to her. Like she definitely tried to be more submissive and try things they wanted to do… yeah she never finished. Also men’s ego’s and how they viewed her and women were a major deal breaker and turn off, the minuet a guy made misogynistic, comment, that relationship or date ended quick. Honestly for a long time she lied to herself, saying she likes men but just has high standards. Now Maria (Valeria’s actor) said Valeria and Alejandro definitely had something but she also stated she’s not sure if Valeria was in love with Alejandro or she hat plain likes women. Maria also stated the reason why Valeria betrayed the military and became an enforce for La Arana and than became El sin nombre, is because she was treated worse than her male counter parts in the military, so keep that in mind.

Alejandro. Honestly i think Valeria actually did like, or at the very least felt attracted to him. She definitely thought if she was going to date a guy it would be Alejandro. I think both of them had a thing for each other, it was kind of a this weird relationship that was a relationship but also wasn’t confirmed, type of thing. I think what happened was Alejandro seemed like this guy who respected Valeria and her ambitions, and she liked that, she liked how he didn’t mind letting her have control but at some point, Alejandro said or did something, that just reinforced that its really is all men. She wasn’t heartbroken, but she probably felt betrayed in a way. After Alejandro, I think she came to terms that she really just liked women. Her first time with a woman was early on, when she became an enforcer for La Arana. It was this other woman, one of few, and she didn’t really know how to go about asking or telling if she was also into woman. She was honesty and blunt, she straight up just asked the other woman “you into women?” And by Valeria’s surprise. She was and you know what happens from there. She was actually a little nervous to have sex with a woman, just because she never knew how two women did it and because she was coming to terms that she was a lesbian. Valeria’s a quick learner, so she kind of just watched a bunch of porn video’s to get an idea of what to do. After she left her hook ups place, she kind of had like that realization, that she really was attracted to women. Valeria also figured out what it was like to actually enjoy sex. Yeah she got around after that.

Military. Okay so like I stated before, Valeria was probably seen as less than, compared to her male colleagues. But also I think in general throughout her life she was seen as less than her brothers, her class mates, her boyfriends etc… I think she joined the military because it’s a stable job, it makes decent money, but I also think, Valeria thought the military would be about your skills, about your capabilities, she thought it had nothing to do with gender. Oh. Was she wrong. The misogyny, the machismo, the cat calling, the condensation. She tried ignoring it, and just tried to prove herself, but she probably learned pretty quickly, that some guy with half her skill and capabilities would surpass her. The time in the military actually altered her brain chemistry. She was never one for just taking shit from others, and that strengthened and solidified even more. She wasn’t scared to argue or to even get physical with a guy who made a remark. She was probably a little more… idk lenient? With higher commanding officers. But even than sometimes, they’d mansplain or be condescending towards her, she’d just passive aggressively smile at them. Her brothers are in the military and in a way I think, she wanted to prove to her mother she was just as good or better than her brother’s. But when she saw, that a man with half her qualifications were always advance quicker and higher than her, she became an enforcer. Now I’m not an expert on cartels, but cartels have nothing to do if you’re a woman or a man, its about how good at business and how much power you hold. Valeria liked that. She probably became something like a right hand man, or something of higher authority. Now I don’t know what happened for La Arana to essentially fall, but it was probably a mixture of poor business and a lot of paper trails or something. Valeria saw what happened and how it could’ve been prevented. It was most likely already a failing thing, with a mediocre past time. Valeria was steps ahead, she had a plan she ended up convincing most if not all of the enforcers and made a deal with the enforces that were apart of her military unit. She had a plan, she had everything figured out, and she already had people who were helping her build something better. She was smart and and calculating about it all, and that’s why she succeeded. But also I think one thing many look over is her capability to be cruel.

I think some people forget, just how cruel and violent cartels are. And maybe because, we saw Valeria just shoot and get it over with, so it doesn’t really register but… Unfortunately, she probably has done worse, and she needed too. There’s a few big cartels in Mexico, and if she wants to expand and have respect. She has to prove she’s just as unforgiving as them, so you know, interrogations, probably get a lot messier than what we saw with soap. I think to be able to do those things or to give the okay on t0rture, you definitely have to already have some sadistic tendencies. Like you don’t just randomly abandon a piece of your humanity or morals, that is something you have to accept or come to terms with before even acting on or doing. So Valeria probably had known, or come to terms that she could kill without much remorse. She’s not scared to get her hands dirty, and that’s why she has succeeded, that’s why the men who work for her respect and follow her. I think part of her cruelty is this need to prove and show, that she is better than them, and they can’t deny that. Cruelty is a necessity in cartels, and Valeria, understood that, and probably had little to no qualms about that aspect.

Valeria is honestly the epitome of “I support women’s rights and wrongs.”

Tattoos. Okay so Valeria’s tattoo’s actually tell you a lot about out her. Now I didn’t do super in depth research but this what I did find. So one is she believes/follows Santa Muerte. Which for those who don’t know is considered like the grim reaper, or lady of death. Now it’s not an official religion, or religious figure in Mexico, but she is still consider a saint or deity of sorts for those who believe. Santa mureata is kind of controversial, because many cartel members believe in her, and it gives her this kind of dark or cult like vibe. But like most religions, people have used her as a way of justifications of things or symbol for something that is not accordance to the religion. (Now my grandparents immigrated to the US from Sinaloa, and as a kid I would go there, and Sanata Murete is popular there. My family doesn’t believe in it, but I was taught about it and I’m kind of trying to remember so if I get anything wrong apologies.)

So Santa Muerte is not necessarily bad, she represents the acceptance of death, but also to bless you from dying a painful or violent death, wealth, good health, safe delivering to the after life, healing and probably more but I forget. Now while Santa Murete is often celebrated by those who are lgbtq, in sex work, or just had or have/had struggled throughout their life. Valeria might have it because it’s become some what of a symbol among cartels. Valeria has two Santa muerte tattoo’s, both of them have the initials KW on them, but I couldn’t find anything relating to that, so I’m assuming its an initial for name? Valeria also has a rose tattoo, with shackle on it, now, this is actually a popular tattoo among Russian prisoners. It represents someone who was either incarcerated before 18 and can symbolize rising up from oppressive forces or people. The general consensus I could find about the tattoo that it means to basically rise above oppression. She has a snake tattoo with a dagger stabbing it which can represent triumph, bravery, and over coming demons, or obstacles. She also has two scorpion tattoos, now scorpion’s can symbolize many things. In general they are a symbol of strength. Within Mexican and Cuban gangs and cartels, in particular, the tattoo indicates the wearer is a contract killer or enforcer. Valeria tattoo themes surround, overall strengthen, overcoming oppression or obstacles she has faced in her life. She most likely wears the Santa muerte tattoo as a form of worship in a way, but because she has initials combined with it, she might be of done in a memory of someone. Anyways she looks hot.

Alchol, she loves and hates it. Coming from a Hispanic household, and family in general, I have never met a Hispanic who doesn’t drink, unless they’re alcoholics and in recovery. So she probably drinks, but never to the point where she’s drunk. She likes really anything, but rarely drinks hard liquor though. Beer and wine she likes. Oddly loves cheap wine, and liquor but can’t stand cheap beer. She prefers Modelo’s, reminds her of how her dad would let her sip or try a little, when she was a teenager.

NSFW— I for the life of me can not see this woman, being submissive. Maybe she’ll let you top, but she’s in control, honestly will somehow edge you more than herself. Lmao. She gets off on seeing you cry tbh. I think she can be gentle and sweet and loving in bed, but that’s very intimate to her, so I think you’d have to be her lover. If you’re a random hook up, pfffttt… good luck, you‘ll feel sore, everywhere. Honestly into a lot of rough, and kinky things, she a sadist, and isn’t going to lie about it. Will do aftercare though, 100% even if you are some one night stand. She’s kind of quiet when she does aftercare with a hook up, but with her lover, she’s just going to casually, talk to you, about anything as she cleans you up rubs you with lotion.

She smells like vanillin and sandalwood, just naturally.

I think Valeria likes to dress more gender neutral, very, simple but expensive clothes she can replace. She doesn’t flaunt her money or spend it needlessly. She’s good with money in general. She does spend her money but within reason, and quietly. Probably more of an asset and stocks person.

I think her family knows what she does, but it’s not spoken about, they have very mixed feelings about it. Her mom actually showed her some semblance of actual concern for once. Valeria had VERY mixed feelings about that.

NSFW— one day at church (she’s catholic like canonly) Valeria and this one girl kept like looking at each other, you know where you stare at the person until they catch you looking? Yeah that. After mass, and everyone left, Valeria fucked her in the pews. Valeria had to regrets.

Valeria is honestly confused about how she feels about religion, despite practicing it since she was a kid. She believes in god but hates the church, but yet, still very much goes to church and practices Catholicism. She also knows she can’t atone for her sins but in some way it brings her peace and like some semblance of stability. But she also can’t stand the Catholic Church. She honestly doesn’t know how to feel about it, so she kind of just doesn’t think about it anymore.

Now, she doesn’t hate white people, but she definitely has mixed feelings towards them, since they’ll come to vacation in Mexico, or buy a vacation home for cheap, and than the start of gentrification starts. She has a particular mixed feelings towards white Americans, she knows not all of them believe in the whole build a wall and all Mexicans are criminals, thing, but.. she just can’t help but just feel kind of… annoyed? Not saying she wouldn’t have a white partner, but she definitely would want to know your views for sure.

Her opinions on cartels before she became who she was a grey area. Cartels to her are honestly just another way of making money. She knows how many workers are exploited in Mexico and the US, and for what? To take home maybe 200 dollars, if that, after a ten hour work day? To her drugs are honestly a long term business. For centuries, people have used drugs, of some sort. It makes money, and a lot of it. Now most cartels usually give back to the community, whether its simply a tactic or because they genuinely want to give back, they help the community. Now that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have it’s negatives, or consequences, and domino effect. So it was a mixed bag for Valeria, but she believed, a win is win.

Not everyone likes the cartel and she doesn’t blame them, she’s not the type to kill those who speak ill about her. Now wether you cause problems or not is different.

Had a emo phase in middle/high school

Loves painting her nails, and manicures, hates cuticles with a burning passion.

Had a crusty white dog growing, up. It died when she was in her early twenties, and she’s actually never had a dog since.

She was a weird kid growing up, like she was tomboyish but that’s not weird. She just liked being in the dirt by herself for HOURS, digging up worms or random insects.

She confused v@gina and p3nis. Like she thought her brother’s had v@gina’s and she had a p3nis. She thought this like up until she was 12. Lmao.

History nerd. Also watched Naruto, one piece, and sailor moon a lot growing up. Dressed up as Sasuke one year for Halloween.

Selena, Menudo, and Juan Gabriel. We’re her favorite artist to listen to growing up. Had a crush on Selena and Beyoncé.

Valeria is tough, she can take a hit, she can fight. She was in the military, and a cartel boss, she’s seen something’s, and been through something’s. But she swears to god, nothing gives her more trauma or anxiety than those bounce houses. She was fighting for her life at family gatherings and all the parents did were laugh it off. This is just for some reason a universal experience for Hispanic and Latino children, I literally can not tell you why.

Hitched hiked once.

Has a weird fear of deer?

Her dad keeps her graduation picture in his wallet.

At her communion she drank too much wine, and had to swallow her vomit because of how bad it tasted to her. Also she received ten rosaries, three cross necklaces, two pairs of cross earrings and a cross bracelet. She has them all still.

Had a pet hamster, treated him like it was her child. Named him Julio because she got him in July… Julio is July in Spanish. She was a funny kid growing up.

Wants to get married but doesn’t really want kids. If you really want kids, she’d consider, but she also would have to think about giving the cartel over to someone else. She’s honestly wouldn’t want her child involved or even connected to the cartel so she’d probably leave if you guys decided to have children. Also, its a no to pregnancy for her.

She won’t admit it, but she has very low standards when it comes to women. She just likes women. I think she does prefer chubby girls though, and I’m not saying like oh you have a little tummy, no she like big women, she can’t explain it, she just likes ya’ll. But that doesn’t mean she’s not attracted to other body types, she loves all women bodies, she kind of has this artist and muse thing when she sees women’s bodies.

Valeria watches soap operas with her grandma still.

Omfg this was so long??? Lmao I’m so sorry. Also I’m still trying to figure out my theme and how to do everything so forgive me if it looks ugly. Also pleas forgive my grammar, and punctuation mistakes, English is my first language and I am a disappointment to many English teachers across the world. Funny enough English is my best subject and I have a 98 in my class, so I’m just a contradiction. -jelly 🪼

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Could you do a Part 2 of this where you starts to avoid Eddie and he notices that you are distancing from him

(Ask and you shall receive)

After that night, you did your best to distance yourself from Eddie. He had a girlfriend now, after all. He didn’t need to be spending so much time with you anyways. You tried to see the best of the situation. Without Eddie, you had more time for yourself. Less chaos and more peace. Sure, you missed him talking about his campaigns and watching him struggle to write new songs. Sure, you missed his daily Lord of the Rings quotes and the way he liked to doodle on your arms when he was supposed to be studying instead.

Fuck. You really missed Eddie.

But it’s fine. This is fine. You finally get to really explore who you are and what you like as a person, a person without Eddie Munson attached to your side all the time.

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Eddie was scribbling into his notebook more campaign ideas. A blunt rested beside him on the coffee table. Julie sat beside Eddie with a bored expression on her face.

“Baby, why don’t we go out? Take a break from that dumb game and let’s go party or something.”

Eddie scoffed, “Dumb game? Julie, Dungeons and Dragons isn’t dumb! It’s life! It’s adventure and problem solving and-“

“Okay, okay! No need to have a nerd freak out on me!” She got up from her couch and headed to the kitchen.

It’s been five months of them dating. At first everything was all fine and dandy. Eddie believed Julie to be the person he always dreamed of. She was a metalhead, hated the idea of conforming to society, loved to just chill out and let life take its course. But then he started realizing that maybe she wasn’t all who he expected her to be. She didn’t understand his love for DND and his club. She called him “a bit of a loser” for having a club dedicated to a “board game”. She always wanted him to play her some songs or try to write music. He was starting to feel like she was using him for something.

Eddie also realized how little he’s seen you since that big gig of his. He’d called you up a few times, inviting you out, and you’ve denied him every time. He’d show up at the diner to see you, only for one of your coworkers to take care of his orders instead. It was driving him crazy! You were his best friend and he’s felt like he hasn’t really been around you in a long time.

He sighs and closes his notebook. He pulls on his leather jacket and gathers his things, “I’m heading out,” he mumbled to Julie.

“Seriously?” She asked with a scoff.

“Can we please not do this?” He asked, “I forgot my Uncle Wayne asked me to take care of some shit, so I need to do that before he gets home.”

“Whatever,” Julie mumbled, plopping back on the couch and taking Eddie’s blunt.

Eddie saw himself out and got into his car. He left Julie’s apartment, heading back to his. He drove past Family Video to see you getting out of your car and heading inside the shop. He immediately stopped and swerved back around into the parking lot.

He entered the shop and stopped in the doorway to see you smiling and laughing Steve Harrington. What. The. Fuck.

His eyes narrowed as Steve grinned, leaning closer to you to murmur something in your ear. You laughed again and, for some reason, Eddie saw red, “What the fuck is going on?”

You jumped back when you heard Eddie’s voice. You cleared your throat and smiled at Steve, “Well thanks for holding this for me. I’ll see you around. Tell Robin I said ‘hi’!”

Steve waved at you, “See ya!”

Eddie watched as you walked passed him, “Faerie-“

“I have somewhere to be, Eddie.”

He continues to follow you to your car, “So you and Harrington are all buddy-buddy now?”

“Perhaps. Why does it matter?”

“Thought you didn’t have friends besides me.”

That made you stop and glare at him, “Fuck you, Eddie,” you murmured before unlocking your car door.

“Wait! That-I didn’t mean it like that! Faerie, please! Listen to me!” He called for you as you slammed the door shut and sped out of the parking lot.

Eddie doesn’t know how things went so terribly wrong between you two.

Part 3

#eddie munson x reader

[hertzwritings]

You should see me in a crown

A/N: Yeah, you’re getting more – I am procrastinating hard because I hate exams and they kill me. Anyway, I hope y’all will enjoy it, because I sure as hell loved writing it! Also, I’m trying to go as much in order as possible – hopefully, it’s by request, but if I can’t remember which came first, I’ll do them in numerical order of the prompt-list.

Prompt:  Y/N is a lingerie-model and she needs help getting some photos added to her portfolio – who better than her hot photographer-neighbor?

 You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drabble, one shot or multichapter fic, with whatever you want in it!

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 Pairing: Photographer!Henry Cavill x female reader

Contains: Language, strangers to lovers, fluff, SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), fingering, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, cream pie, praise kink, slight degradation kink, slight dumbification, SO MUCH SEXUAL TENSION, p in v, unprotected sex

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 You should see me in a crown

 You groaned and tried to angle yourself better – it didn’t help, half of your body was either obscured, or your body looked off. It was annoying. Damn this pandemic, having booked up any available photographers for the next four months, when you needed your portfolio up to date by the end of the week.

Apparently, selfies weren’t really a go-to when it came to that kind of thing. You had managed fine with the headshots, but the rest was all wrong and off, and you were shit out of options at this point.

You groaned and pulled your robe on, tightening it around your waist, covering the expensive lingerie you had been sent; it was beautiful, rose-colored and lacy, but you couldn’t capture it right at all.

This called for your favorite: Pizza. Maybe not the best option for you, seeing as you were modeling underwear, but you needed comfort and cheese. Stat. You ordered quickly and poured yourself a healthy glass of wine, when you heard it – your neighbor began playing his music again, and you tilted your head with a smile on your lips, trying to figure out what he was listening today.

You never really spoke to apartment A34. He was nice, but really quiet. He had moved in a week after you, and other than the occasional hey when you spotted each other in the hallway, you didn’t really know him or anything about him. He did have a nice, soft and deep voice, and the smile could melt stone. He wore a camera around his neck almost all the time, you saw him.

The only thing you knew for sure, was that his music reflected his feelings. You had gathered that fact after you ran into a rather uptight-looking woman, who rushed from his apartment, mumbling something under her breath about crazy photographers and their shit and he had blasted Halestorm (and Love bites (but so do I) had been repeated more times than necessary) through the night. You didn’t mind. Then it was Hozier, which only played when it rained, sometimes followed by the smell of apple-pie. He listened to The Beatles on good days, where you could faintly hear him sing along, and on sunny days, he listened to Mother Mother, which, in your opinion, wasn’t exactly sunny music, but you didn’t mind. He had good taste, at least.

 Today it was something new; it sounded like The Bravery, which you hadn’t heard him play before, and you tapped your foot along to it, as you waited for your food to arrive. You cleaned up a little, trying to pass time, and you sighed gratefully when a knock sounded on the door.

You opened it to your handsome A34-neighbor, who held a pizzabox and a sheepish smile on his face. “Hi, sorry. They, er, delivered this. I’m pretty sure I didn’t order it, so…” He handed it to you. “Thank you. Happens more than I like.” You said with a smile and pointed to his camera, that was dutifully slung around his neck. “Photographer?” You asked. He nodded. “Yep. I, er…” You smiled. “British?” “Yeah, is it that obvious?” He asked, smirking a little. “A little. It’s cute, though. Fits you.” You said, before looking down at your pizza. “I should…” “Oh, of course. Have a good night, A32.” He said with a grin. “You too, A34.”

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While you chewed your way through cheesy goodness, you were deep in thought. It might be a shitty idea brought on by copious amounts of wine, or maybe you just had zero self-respect at this point, but the thought of asking A34 for help seemed like a better and better idea by the second.

You decided it wouldn’t hurt to at least ask, so you gathered all your courage and straightened up, fixed your hair, and trudged to his door, knocking softly. You had to knock three times before the music turned down and the door opened to a rather surprised face.

“A32. What can I do for you?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe. His arms were huge, you noted – it sent an involuntary shiver run down the length of your body, and you did your very best to appear very professional and not at all thirsty.

“So, you’re a photographer.” “I am.” “What kind?” “Am I in a job-interview?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and a playful smile on his lips. “I do a little of everything. I’m best with portraits.” You exhaled. “Thank God. Okay, do you by any chance have time to help me out?” He looked at you with furrowed brows. “Oh, shit, sorry. I’m a model, and I need some shoots for my portfolio, but because of the pandemic, every single photographer has been booked out for months. I have a week.” You said sheepishly. “I promise, I’ll pay you. I just… I won’t get jobs if I don’t have a portfolio that’s up to date.” You finished with a hopeful smile. “Err…” He bit his lip – why was that so damn hot – and glanced behind him. “You know what, I can probably take a few for you.” You jumped in happiness and hugged him – he grunted at the impact, but hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist. You pulled away with warm cheeks. “Thank you so much.” He smiled. “No problem. I’ll be over in 15.” You turned to leave, when he called out. “Wait, can’t call you A32 forever. What’s your name?” You grinned widely at him. “Y/N.” “Hi, Y/N, good to meet you. I’m Henry.” The way he spoke your name, almost tasting it as it rolled over his tongue, made you clench your thighs together. Shit.

 Exactly 15 minutes later (all of which you had spent throwing the mess in your apartment into every, single closet and dresser, while trying to make yourself look presentable and without cheese between your teeth), he knocked on your door.

“It’s open, come on in!” You yelled out, fixing the three sets of lingerie, you needed pictures of on your couch. He stepped inside, carrying a camera in his hand, one around his neck and a case full of lenses in his right hand. You quirked your eyebrow at it. He grinned and carefully set everything down.

“Didn’t know what you needed when it came to focus, lenses and or light. Might as well come prepared, right?” You nodded. “Seriously, thank you. Do you want a glass of wine or a beer?” He hummed. “Wine would be great. American beer taste like straight piss.” You laughed and poured him a hearty glass of wine, handing it over. He took a sip.

“So, what are we shooting? And where?” He looked around your apartment. “It’s cozy, by the way.” You grinned. “Thank you. I try.” You glanced at him – he looked oddly at home in your apartment, both like he had been here several times before, but also – in a strange way – like he belonged.

“You know, I hear your music sometimes.” You said, drinking a sip of your own wine. You didn’t get nervous in front of cameras normally, so why was this guy making you feel like a leaf, holding on against the sheer force of wind on a late autumn day? Maybe, you mused, it was the fact that his head almost hit your ceiling-lamp and he took up a lot of space in your small living room. He was a giant, broad and if he didn’t exude casual energy, you were sure he’d command a room just by stepping into it.   “Oh, really? Shit, I’m sorry.” You shook your head and laughed a little. “It’s fine, really. I like it. I can kind of tell what kind of day you’re having with your choice in music.” “Fuck.” He chuckled. “Damn, you know a lot more about me than I know about you, then. I’ll keep it down.” “it’s fine, seriously. I don’t think you’re playing all that loud, the walls are just really thin, and I think that your living room borders my bedroom.” You said with a shy smile. You didn’t want to think about the possibility of that sound traveling both ways, because that meant he had heard some less than savory things coming from you late at night. “Enlighten me, then. What is your thesis on my mood and music?” You shrugged and drank again, feeling a little hot under his gaze. “You listen to If I Fell by the Beatles when you’re stressed. I can hear you banging about when it plays.” He hummed. “Oh, and I’d steer clear of you if you’re listening to Black Label Society. I can hear you stomp around.” He laughed at that. “Damn, I should listen to something new to keep you on your toes.” “I like knowing you like that. It’s intimate.” You closed your eyes in pure shame. “Oh my God, just forget that.” He roared with laughter. “Okay, let’s just… Okay, just, we’re shooting in here.” You said, laughing along with him as you led him to your bedroom – he was easy to be around, which was a definite plus. “Oh, your bedroom?” He asked, swallowing thickly. “Yeah, it’s the best light in the entire apartment. Hope that’s okay…?” You asked, pointing to the ring light you had set up. “I mean, I have this, so the light will be better. The sun’s down, so the natural light is a bust.” He nodded, going into photographer-mode. “Would you mind if I move around a bit?” “Not at all.” He nodded. “Oh, what are we shooting?” He asked absentmindedly. “Well… So, I’m a lingerie-model.” You said with a sly smile. He sputtered. “Sorry?” Your cheeks were burning up. “Yeah. And I need some new things because a few… Uhm, areas have changed a bit.” You said, glancing down at your chest. You had previously thought that boob-growth would stop after your teens, but apparently not. “So… I, er, you need… Me… Er, to..” “Take pictures? Headshots and a few full body pictures? I need a few different sets photographed, because they sit differently depending on what type it is.” You explained, wringing your hands. “Would that be okay?” He swallowed again, his eyes darting to your robe. “Oh, yeah, sure. I just… Need to get the right lenses. And all that jiz…” he caught himself. “All that jazz.” You swallowed thickly. Oh boy, this was going to be hard. “Cool. I’ll let you set up and, uh, I’ll… Get my stuff ready.” Why did he have to be attractive?

 You came back to the bedroom a few minutes later, while he was screwing on a lens – he had moved your bed a little out of the way (how he had managed that alone boggled your mind, because it had required you and two movers to put it in place) and he had put up the light where he wanted it. “I was thinking we’ll do some soft light ones, maybe on the bed, and a few full body ones on the stool.” He pointed to a stool from your kitchen, he had placed in front of the only blank wall in your bedroom. “We’ll see what feels most comfortable for you, and just kind of experiment, if you’re up for it?” He was being entirely professional, and you thanked him silently for being able to do it. You nodded and smiled. “I have three different sets to shoot, so could we maybe start on the stool? I’d love to have some standing ones too.” “Oh, yeah, of course. Whenever you’re ready.” “How much am I going to owe you?” You asked, pulling your wallet out. “Oh, about that…” He smiled sweetly at you. “I was actually wondering if you wanted to do a few extra for me? It would be a great way to expand on my own portfolio as well.” “Seriously?” “Yeah. Free of charge, if you’re okay with lending me your body.” He coughed. “For pictures! Pictures, of course.” You bit your lip. “Sure thing, Henry.” You walked to the stool and stood in front of it as he adjusted the lights and the setting on his camera. “Can you take the robe off? I need to see how the light reflects on your skin in the camer…” He stopped talking when the robe fell from your shoulders. The rose-colored set with garters seemed to have left him speechless. You looked at him through your eyelashes – totally unintentionally, of course – and cleared your throat. “Is this okay…?” You asked. He nodded. “Y-yeah, that’s, er, t-that’s great. Just… One moment, please.” He looked through his camera and tweaked a few things. “Would you mind if I put music on? I just feel more at ease like that.” You were lying through your teeth. You would have no issue doing this without music, but you needed something to distract yourself just a little. Besides, you had the perfect playlist in mind.

“Yeah, no, go right ahead.” You jumped off the stool and turned on your speakers, finding your playlist – you had in a bout of inspiration called it fuck me – and put it on. You breathed a sigh of relief as familiar music began streaming and you got back on the chair. “Ready when you are.”

 The stool-pictures had gone easily by, him telling you positions that would work best on camera and he even went as far as adjusting you sometimes – every time his warm hand touched your skin, you had sucked in a breath, trying to contain your absolutely inappropriate wetness. When you decided it was enough, you quickly switched to a different set – this one was red, and a babydoll in sheer mesh covered most of you, but you realized that your nipples were very visible through the sheer fabric. You groaned. Fucking shit.

“Let’s do a few standing.” He mumbled, not looking at you. You stood in front of the ring light, and when he saw you through his lens, you swore you heard him mutter a small fucking shit. “Yup, perfect. Right there.” He huffed, biting his teeth together hard enough to make his jaw clench.

 This shoot went on just as well as the other, but the tension was insane. You felt like you could barely breathe, while he snapped pictures of you, still adjusting you every which way, sometimes even grazing your hardened nipple. It was too much.

 “I’ll… Change.” You mumbled, hurrying from your bedroom as the thumbing tones from E-girls are ruining my life rang out behind you. You were an idiot for putting music on, that would under normal circumstances make you feel wild and slightly horny.

The last set was black and lacy, but sheer as hell. It had a garterbelt and thigh highs too, the fabric of the bra barely covered your chest and the high-waisted thong made you shiver; you knew it looked good, but you were a little worried about wearing so little in front of him. Hopefully his camera wouldn’t pick up on how wet you were.

 His eyes found yours in the moment, you stepped inside, and he groaned. “Come on.” He looked like he was in pain. “Bed?” You asked, and he nodded tightly. You didn’t miss the way he adjusted himself in his pants but decided to ignore it. You were a professional, after all. You laid down on the bed and he snapped a few pictures, before showing them to you. “Wow, I think I got what I needed!” You said happily. “Uh, did you want to get some as well?” You asked softly. He drew a deep breath. “Yeah. If that’s okay.” “Sure thing. Tell me what to do.” He sucked a breath in between his teeth and you clenched your thighs together. Fucking hell, it had gotten hot in here. “Okay, can you lay on your stomach, legs up and crossed? Oh, and take your hair down, please.” You followed instructions and you heard a small, almost inaudible whisper of fuck as you did. “Okay, now… Cross your arms at the elbows, and kind of… Stretch out a little. Elongate your back and push your, er, behind up, please.” You looked at him with a smirk and a crooked eyebrow. “Just trust me.” He grinned. “Alright.” You did what he asked, and you instantly felt why he needed you like this; you felt sexy as hell in this position. You shot him a smile through the tufts of hair hanging down. “Fuck, yes. Stay right there, like that.” He snapped a few pictures. “Okay… Do you trust me?” Weirdly, you did. “Yes.” “Good. Can you lay down on your back for me, darling?” The nickname wasn’t lost on you, and it sent shivers down your legs. He cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah.” You laid on your back, and he let the camera fall to his chest again, hanging from the strap on his neck. “Two seconds. Is it okay if I touch you?” He asked genuinely. You nodded. “Thank you.” He smiled and began arranging your hair around your face, the tip of his tongue sticking out slightly between his lips. You had to seriously contain yourself from sucking it. He began slowly letting his fingers trail down to your arms, leaving goosebumps in his wake, whenever he touched your skin. He slowly, but surely, grabbed your wrists and you sucked in a sharp breath as you felt his fingers wrap around your wrists, before slowly moving your arms above your head, crossing your wrists. You were shaking, when he slowly moved his hands to your waist – letting his fingers trail to your ribs first – and then your hips, grabbing them and angling you a little. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. His fingers were burning on your skin, and there was tension high enough to power a small city between you. His fingers slid from your hips to your thighs and you almost moaned when the tips of his fingers held your inner thighs until they moved to your knees. He grabbed you from the back of your knee and lifted your leg into position. He shot you a smile, his eyes a little darker than before, and then he climbed on the fucking bed.

 You didn’t move, when he stood, straddling your shins with wide legs, angling the camera. “Perfect.” He mumbled and you looked straight into the lens. You had never felt anything more sensual than this very moment. “Okay, can you… This is going to sound weird, but can you think of something… Sexy?” “Something sexy?” You could think of plenty. “Like what?” He blushed a little and lowered the camera. “I just need a specific look from you.” “Henry, just say what you need.” He licked his lips. “Think of whatever you want someone to do to you. What you like… What turns you on, anything, really.” You exhaled a shaky breath. No problem.

“You got it.” Your mind flooded with absolutely filthy things. Henry pinning your wrists as you moaned underneath him. Henry between your legs. Henry fucking you deeply, biting your collarbone. Kissing Henry. In reality, you just imagined Henry and that was more than enough. You didn’t even notice him taking pictures, much less the way he shifted a little to alleviate some of the tension in his pants.

“Thank you. I think I got it.” He whispered and pulled you from your thoughts. “Are you sure?” You didn’t want him to leave. “Uh…” “I mean, I think I, uh, might need some help with the right expression.” You said boldly – you didn’t know where it came from, and you honestly didn´t care as soon as you saw his eyes darken significantly. “Y/N, I…” “I just want to make sure you have a good picture.” You said slowly, eyes trained on him. “It would be a shame, if my expression ruined that for you…” The camera hung limply from his chest now, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. “Whatever you think I mean, yes.” You whispered.

 He quickly got down, resting his body on top of yours and his lips were so fucking close, you could almost taste him. “If I start, I might not stop.” He said slowly, his breath fanning over your face. It was intoxicating. “Who said I wanted you to stop?” “Darling, I would ruin you.” You smirked at him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Try me.” “Fucking hell, princess.”

 And all thoughts went right out of your head, because he pulled his camera off himself quicker than you could even see, and his lips slotted over yours with absolute urgency. You moaned against his lips, electricity running through your body like wildfires. You wrapped your legs around his hips, your heels digging into his ass, pulling him closer to you; his tongue found yours and you mewled as you felt his erection press against your clothes. You were both moaning into the kiss, hands frantic as you both tried to undress him and you. “You suck at taking my shirt off.” He laughed, pulling it over his head. “Shut up, it was tight.” You were desperate for his lips back on yours and it was near unbearable. He groaned and bit down on your lower lip, tugging it slightly. You whimpered. “Oh, you like it a little rough, love…? You want me to ruin you, don’t you, princess?” You moaned again, rolling your hips to create friction on your clit. He hissed and grabbed your hair, pulling it roughly. “F-fuck, Henry…” You were breathless, completely ready to give him whatever he asked for. You’d soul your soul for this man, as long as he kept going. His free hand undid his pants, and he pushed them down his legs with urgency, before two fingers found the waistband of your panties. “Fond of these?” “I mean, yeah…” He groaned and quickly tugged them down your legs. “Fine, I won’t ruin this pair, then.” Your eyes rolled back at the ferocity of his voice. A completely ungodly sound left your lips when his thick fingers found your dripping pussy, entering you with ease. “Oh, baby, you don’t even need me to warm you up, do you? Such a good girl, just ready for me…” He dragged his fingers in and out of you, edging you closer to your high, and you whined. “Such a little whore, aren’t you? Willing to fuck me just for taking your pictures?” Normally, you’d have his damn head for saying shit like that, but you felt a gush of wetness at his words; it was disgusting and filthy, but it turned you on like nothing else. “There’s a good girl… You want to cum for me?” He asked, his lips trailing down your body until he blew a gust of cool air on your throbbing clit. You writhed under him. “Fuck, just… Fucking…” You didn’t know what you wanted, but you wanted something. His fingers were unrelenting in you, and he chuckled darkly, the sound sending shockwaves through your entire body. You weren’t prepared for his mouth and tongue attacking your wet pussy. You screamed in pleasure as he began sucking and licking like a man possessed. Your hips were rolling against his face and fingers, your high so fucking close. “Fuck, you taste like heaven, darling…” He groaned, tongue lapping at your folds. You writhed and your hips bucked, the familiar heat in your abdomen building until it nearly reached its crescendo, when he stopped. “Baby girl, you better ask first…” he whispered, the sound muffled slightly by your thighs. “Are you fucking kidding me!?” You moaned, and his mouth left yours – he instead slapped down on your clit with his wide hand, and you screamed, arching your back off the bed. “Play nice, or I won’t.” he promised. “Fuck, sorry… Please, please, can I cum, please, Henry…” He chuckled. “Fast learner.” He lowered his face again. “You can cum, love.” His mouth and tongue began their attack again as his fingers sped up, and you barely had time to fucking breathe before an orgasm overwhelmed you; you exploded on him, your wetness gushing from you as you came hard, your hips bucking as he ate you through your orgasm.

“Fucking shit…” You moaned, grabbing at his hair to pull him up. He willingly followed, his cheeks and chin wet with you, and you kissed him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. You whimpered against him, your hand snaking between your bodies to grab at his throbbing cock. He moaned as you began jerking you off, his fingers leaving you. “Don’t… I want to last, baby… Need to be inside of you, princess.” He said breathily. You sighed dramatically. “Fine, I guess I’ll save the cock-worship for another day.” You grinned at him when you felt him twitch in your hand. “Oh, this is all about you, darling… You did so good for me, you deserve a reward, don’t you?” You preened under his praise. “Please…” He nudged your clit with his thick cockhead, teasing you and coating himself in your slick. “Please, what, princess?” You could hear the smirk on his lips. “Please… Fuck me… Please, fuck me until I can’t think.” He growled and in one, swift move, he was inside of you – you moaned as he stretched you completely. “Fuck, you are big… Shit…” “You can take it, you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He asked, nibbling at your collarbone as he slowly inched inside of you. When he bottomed out, you both exhaled a moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “I swear to God, if you don’t move…” He laughed at your impatience, but nonetheless, he slowly pulled out before slamming harshly back into you.

 He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d ruin you. For any other man in all planes of existence. You were a mess under him, your arms and legs desperately clinging to him as he fucked you deeply, his head hitting your g-spot every single time, and you cried out as he dragged against your walls, his fingers finding your nipple and rolling and pinching it. “Fuck, look at you taking me so fucking well…” He sat up, holding your legs to his chest before spreading them out, fucking into you even deeper. You angled your hips up, allowing him to grab your ass to hold onto as he sped up. Your walls clenched around him. “Is my pretty girl going to cum again, huh? Want to make a mess of my cock, princess?” He grunted, and you barely had breath enough in you to tell him, yes, fuck yes I am – he grinned and his thumb found your clit, adding pressure to it. “Then cum for me, love…” You didn’t have to be told twice. You came for a second time tonight, earthshattering pleasure coursing through your veins and your entire body went tight as a bowstring; he growled and picked up the pace even more, slamming deeply into you as you rode out your orgasm, letting it wash over you. You were incoherent at this point, begging for something. “Aw, look at you, all cock-drunk on me… So pretty, when you’re fucked stupid, aren’t you?” His long fingers found your mouth. “Suck.” You wrapped your lips around his fingers, hollowing your cheeks and began sucking his fingers, twirling your tongue against the pads of his fingers and he grunted, his pace stuttered. “Where do you want me to cum, love?” he asked between moans. “I’m getting so fucking close…” he mumbled, looking down at where your dripping pussy swallowed his thick cock. “In me. Fill me, please, please…” You mumbled around his fingers. His eyes gleamed and he pulled his fingers from you and leaned down to capture your lips with his again.

 His pace was otherworldly, and when his hips stuttered again, you moaned and wrapped your legs around his hips, driving him deeper. Your walls pulsed around him, and he roared as he came, spilling ropes of cum inside of you.

 You were both panting and sweating, when he grinned mischievously and fumbled on the ground, producing his camera. He snapped a picture of your flushed, smiling and downright drunk face. “You look so pretty like this, darling.” You chuckled weakly. “You should see me in a crown.” He laughed and kissed you softly.

“This is going to be a habit, isn’t it?” He asked against your lips.

“Not without dinner first, it’s not.” You replied, kissing him back.

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Tentaciones Sáficas

-Sapphic Temptations-

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Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. This is… literally just porn. Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Reader is a lesbian. Reader is described as having an “athletic body” and is hc’d to go to the gym (do with that what you will), and tattoos (above as well as patchwork on her forearms and hands). Reader and Louis are friends NOT in a relationship. Fat ass crush on Claudia though you’re welcome. Claudia is a liiiittle bit ooc, sorry. Readers nickname is 'Bee'. Smut: Vaginal fingering; oral (f receiving); Strap-on use; Claudia is such a little bottom I'm not sorry, I just like the idea of her being super mean but like... falling apart when someone's got their hand between her thighs; a little lickin', a little bitin'. Reader understands Spanish but only says a couple Spanish words (I think).

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You met Louis Flores your sophomore year of college when you were somehow put in the same dorm room together, you’d stuck it out for a few weeks before everything was straightened up, but you and Louis kept in touch and often hung out between classes.

Now- Louis was a nice boy, and relatively handsome. But there were absolutely no romantic feelings between the two of you, considering you were a raging lesbian who often had a different girl in her bed every night. He was a good friend, stable and straight laced enough he made sure you didn’t go crazy with your exploits, and being a shoulder for you to cry on. You on the other hand, you made sure Louis didn’t waste his life hunched over a book or his laptop studying, and when he needed it you were there for him.

Junior year was when you decided to get an apartment together. That was also when you finally met his mother, Claudia. You’d gone out partying the night before so you slept until about noon, stumbling out of your room in nothing but a tshirt and panties, met with the sight of Louis being smothered in a hug by a woman with a pink cardigan.

At first, Claudia had assumed the two of you were dating and had immediately gone into a tangent about you not wearing any clothes to meet your boyfriend’s mother, cursing you in Spanish. Louis- poor sweet Louis had panicked, frantically explaining to his mother that you weren’t who she thought you were. That he wasn’t your type.

Of course, Claudia was still extremely displeased with your state of undress, and when you came back from your room, now wearing a pair of sweatpants she’d bombarded you. “What does he mean he is not your type? What is wrong with my son? You would be lucky to have him.” You’d suppressed the urge to laugh directly in her face before you explained yourself.

Her face had turned 100 shades of red when you told her that while Louis was a sweet and kind boy, you yourself were a lesbian, and that he was a bit out of your age range. Naturally, she hadn’t quite understood and when she started to go on another rave about how fantastic her son was, you told her you weren’t interested in people your own age.

While she was processing that information, her face bright red and her eyes wide, you’d looked her up and down, smirked a little, and then stepped away from her to grab a water from the fridge.

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It didn’t take long for Claudia to warm up to you, especially when she realized she had another person to talk shit with about Louis’ many girlfriends he would bring home to her. Which isn’t to say you hated any of them, they got Louis help for his depression and ADD, conditions Claudia insisted he didn’t have, but each of them had.. less than redeeming qualities and you and Claudia had made a habit of pointing them out, sometimes in front of the girlfriends, and sometimes alone.

The first time the two of you hung out alone had been a few weeks after you met. You’d been at the door, the woman from the night before smiling and cupping your cheek as you’d said goodbye. She was around Claudia’s age, not quite at that mark but not far from it either. Your arm had been around her back, lips locked with hers before you were pulling away and she was making her way down the hall.

When you looked up you saw Claudia, looking a bit uncomfortable as she headed to the door, nodding politely at the woman before looking at you. “Do you do that often?” You tilted your head curiously before realizing what she meant. “How often is often?” You stepped to the side and let her in. “Louis isn’t here, by the way. He’s at a job interview.”

She walked in regardless and you raised a brow, closing the door behind her slowly. “More than two times a week.” You hummed and pursed your lips. “Then yes. I do it often.” You laughed softly. “It’ll be a while before he-“ “I didn’t come to see my son. I know he is not home.” You raised a brow. “Oh. Alright. So then you came to talk to little ol’ me?”

She nodded, keeping her purse close as she surveyed the wrecked image of the living room you shared with her son. “This was all me.” You told her, starting to pick up couch pillows and the sports bra you were looking for. “Trust me- if Louis saw this living room he’d probably kill me.” When you looked at Claudia you found her staring at the couch like she was putting things together, her face darkening.

You looked at the couch and bit your tongue as you smirked before clearing your throat and looking at Claudia. “We can sit at the bar if you prefer.” You raised a brow, moving past her and sliding a chair out at the bar. Claudia snapped out of her daze when the stool scraped against the floor and quickly walked over and sat down. “Gracias.” She watched as you smiled and went to the fridge.

“De nada. Can I get you something to drink?” You grabbed a water for yourself, always quick to satisfy that dry roughness in your throat after a long night. “We have water, tea, soda, and… fruit punch.” "Tea is fine."

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The second time, you sat closer together, on the couch as Claudia ranted about Louis’ new girlfriend, how shed been so proud of the cookies she brought “and they were store bought!” She’d exclaimed, shaking her head and cursing in Spanish.

You’d laughed a little, amused by Claudia’s nitpicking. “I didn’t like her very much anyway.” You shrugged and made a face. “She tried too hard. Way too hard.” Claudia made a face as she agreed with you.

You’d gotten her a drink, something alcoholic and you’d noticed when you came back she’d scooted a little further away on the couch, held her purse tighter in her lap, one leg crossed over the other and her head spinning around like she was taking in the state of the apartment.

She’d come later in the day, probably as to not run into whoever you’d had over the night before. She avoided the couch pillows that had been on the floor the last time she’d come over, all but sitting on the edge of the couch. You could’ve laughed if you weren’t afraid she’d hit you or something.

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The fifth time she came around, you’d had several dinners with her and Louis at this point so the two of you got along great.

Shed made a habit of coming around when Louis wasn’t home after her second visit, you weren’t sure why but you didn’t mind it either.

Your attraction towards her had grown rapidly, you had a thing for women that didn’t hold back what they thought, a woman with attitude that could still dote and care for you.

She’d started coming earlier, as well, confidently passing whoever you’d had over the night before. This time, as she sat on the couch much more comfortably than before, she crossed her hands over her knees and started to casually rip on the poor woman that had just left.

“She is a step down, no?” You raised a brow at her and laughed in surprise. “What?” “Your women- they are usually prettier.” “Huh…” you looked at the door, and then Claudia and smirked. “I hadn’t noticed.” “I'm just saying. Parecía... bastante desesperada. More so than the rest.” She seemed… a little desperate. She shrugged and looked over at you, regretting it immediately.

You weren’t fully dressed this time, athletic body barely covered by a Calvin Klein sports bra and a pair of gray joggers, the waistband of a pair of women’s boxers peeking out. Tattooed body basically screaming at her, the big one covered your entire torso and shoulders, but the ones on your forearms and hands looked abstract, like they were random rather than one thing, when she’d complained about them to Louis he called them ‘patchwork’, she didn’t understand. But she wasn’t complaining now, she found herself appreciating the ink when she saw it, she'd dreamed about it a few times but she would never admit it, not even to herself.

You raised a brow and then she was speaking again before you could respond. “Do your tattoos have meaning?” She squinted and you looked down at your arms and torso, humming. “Some of them do. This bee right here is for my nickname- friends always called me Bee, the rest of the Bee centered tattoo are just my favorite flowers. This one on my hand is my mom's favorite flower, this one on my wrist is a reference to my dad's favorite movie. A few of them have meaning but a lot of them are just shi-ssstuff I thought was cool.” Learning not to cuss around Claudia had been a bit difficult, but after she whacked the back of your head for the fourth time, you started watching your tongue better.

She hummed and stared at your tattoos for a moment before she frowned and looked at the drink you’d given her. You tilted your head and watched the contemplative look on her face for a moment before speaking. “Something on your mind?” You asked curiously, leaning forward from your laid back position.

"Why not women your own age?" You puffed your cheeks out in thought and shrugged. "No real reason... they know what they want, I guess. Most older women... kinda just go for it, sometimes I have to play the strings a bit but its fun. Plus..." your eyes trailed over her slowly, stopping on her breasts and then sliding to her crossed legs. "They're more mature. Physically and emotionally, if it's just a one off they get that, they can keep the two things separate."

"You don't want to settle down, then?" You shrugged a little. "Maybe eventually, but I'm still young, no point in doing that now, right?" She hummed quietly in thought and nodded along to what you were saying.

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The sixth time she came over was when it all fell into place, though. She'd come later in the day, Louis was off with his current girlfriend and had convinced you to have a quiet night in since you'd gone out every night of the week. He'd had a point anyway.

It was about 9:30 when you heard a knock, not too light but light enough you wouldn't expect Claudia to be on the other side of it. Or to be out at all after 8. "Claudia." You laughed, a little surprised as she gently nudged her way into the apartment, coming to a stop next to the island. "Louis is-" "Out with Alice, yes I know." She turned to you, clutching her purse.

She looked nice, the undershirt she covered with that pink cardigan was a little tighter than usual, cut lower so you could see her cleavage and your mouth was trying to determine if it should be dry or drooling as you cleared your throat. her pants were the same, soft and loose with an off-white color to them, and her slippers she usually wore at home were replaced with a slightly heeled shoe you'd never seen her wear before. "... what's been going on with you lately?" You asked after a moment, causing her to widen her eyes and straighten up. "¿A qué te refieres?" What do you mean?

You raised a brow and slowly moved closer to her. You hoped you were reading the last few visits right, hoped you weren't reading too much into the questions about the women that spent the night in your apartment or the lingering stares you'd begun to notice. "You haven't really been yourself- no snappy remarks about my state of undress, or a mess in the living room, you were particularly harsh about my rameras grabbing their things when you sat on that bra after dinner with Louis last week." Whores You tilted your head a bit. “He told you I said that?” “He did.”

Claudia opened and closed her mouth, a bit like a fish before you continued. "And then there's your clothes.." "my clothing?" You nodded and let your eyes fall to her cleavage, your tongue running along your bottom lip slowly before you looked back up at her eyes. "Unless... I'm reading this wrong and you're trying out something new." You tilted your head a bit and she opened her mouth, closed it, and then finally spoke.

"A friend in my club de lectura... was talking." Book club She cleared her throat. "And she mentioned trying something... new... with a younger woman." You raised a brow and crossed your arms slowly. "Mhm..." Claudia furrowed her brows a bit as she thought.

What was she doing here? She was actually going to ask you... no. No, she wasn't going to ask that. She wanted to put truth to what she'd heard. That's all. Then why did she wear this ridiculous shirt? She was a grown woman, in her golden years, she had no business showing off her breasts, especially not to someone young enough to be her daughter.

"She mentioned your name. I wanted to know if it was another Bee or if it was you." You blinked a couple times and then cleared your throat. "... okay." She nodded and then pulled a folded picture from her purse and handed it to you. You took the picture curiously and looked down at it, immediately recognizing her. "Oh, yeah. Anastasia. She was here... gosh about a month ago. It was one of those days you came later in the day, i think you'd managed to just barely miss her, actually."

Claudia's eyes widen and she snatched the photo from your hands. "That is all. Goodnight." She went to move past you but you quickly stepped in front of her with a soft laugh. "Woah. What's the rush? You came all the way here for a yes or no question?" You raised a brow as she huffed. "I wanted to confirm the things she said. I have. Now I'm leaving."

"Well... technically all you did was confirm that she was here." You teased lightly, watching her cheeks as they darkened more than they already had, her hand reaching up to move some of her soft white hair out of her face. "When?" She snapped her head towards you with a curious frown. "¿Qué?" You laughed softly. "When was this bookclub meeting?"

She huffed and looked towards the door before responding. "Two weeks ago." A slow smirk spread across your face. "Oh, really? Hm, let's see, that's right around the last time we were alone, no?" You tilted your head and she glared at you before looking to the side to avoid your eyes.

People didn't make her nervous, she made people nervous. She wasn't used to this, being on the receiving end of some form of taunting, being made to feel small. She didn't... hate it.

"Yes. I wanted to see if I could tell that she was here. Are you happy?" Claudia scoffed and held her purse close again as you laughed softly. "Hm..." You smirked a bit and her cheeks turned pink as you moved closer and reached out to gently pull her purse from where it was pressed against her torso, setting it down on the island slowly and turning your eyes back to her. "Why?" You asked softly.

"¿Por qué?" Why? Claudia mumbled to herself with a small frown, like she hadn't expected to be asked that question, like she hadn't thought of why she wanted to know so bad. You nodded and slowly crowded her against the island, leaving her room to push you off and move away if she really wanted to. "Mhm... why did it matter so much?"

Claudia opened her mouth, brows furrowed together. Why did it matter so much? You were grown, you weren't her child, you could seduce whomever you wanted, there was nothing she could do to stop it. Was she jealous? No... no she wasn't jealous. She wasn't interested in women, she wasn't, sure in highschool she... experimented with friends but that's all it had been, simple exploration.... the fact that she thought about it for decades afterwards doesn't mean anything.

It certainly doesn't mean she wants you to do to her what you'd done to Anastasia.

"You know... if you wanted to try... I would be open to it." You were caging her in a bit, hands pressed on the island on either side of her hips, looking into her eyes with a soft smile. Claudia's eyes widened. "¿P-perdón?" E-excuse me? She stuttered, shaking her head a little.

"Well I can keep a secret. You won't have to worry about Louis finding out... you get to relax, let go of some of that tension..." one of your hands moved from the counter and landed gently on her waist, high enough that it could still be considered friendly, bordering just on the lines of something else. "And experience something new- just for you."

Please say yes repeated over in your head like a mantra. Been dreaming about it. Please

At first it looked like she was going to say no, deny you and run out to call Louis and tell him to move back in with her. But then she was looking down at the hand on her waist, her eyes trailing the length of your arm, across your clavicle, and then down to your waist. You wondered how detailed Ana had gotten, if she'd told Claudia and the gaggle of horny milfs about the toy.

".... Dios mio." You heard Claudia whisper before her lips were shoved against yours. You hummed and brought your other hand to her cheek as your hand squeezed her hip and pressed her into the counter, stepping closer to press against her as she let out a soft moan.

You hummed softly and gently nudged her legs apart with your knee as your hand slid from her waist and dipped into her pants, your hand cupping over her through her underwear. Claudia groaned and dropped her head back for a second before coming back in to kiss you, pushing down into your hand as your tongues tangled.

You smiled a bit against her mouth and ran your fingers over her clit through her underwear slowly as she moaned. Her hips pressed into your hand a little, her hands reaching out to grip onto the black tshirt you were wearing.

You pulled away to presses kisses to her neck, sighing happily as you nuzzled her a bit. "Wanted to do this so bad." You whispered against her ear as she shuddered. "¿En serio? ¿Cuánto tiempo?" You have? How long?

You grinned and nodded. "Mmm since you yelled at me for not wearing any pants." You laughed softly. "Think you're hot when you get angry like that." You purred softly and nipped at her earlobe as she gasped. "And when you hit me for cussing?" You huffed and bit her shoulder this time. "Makes me wanna fuck the meanness right out of you." As you said that you slid your hand up and then pushed it past the waistband of her panties.

Claudia gasped a little louder and moaned as she dropped her back for a second, shuddering a little as you started rubbing her clit again, this time without her satiny underwear in the way. A grin spread across your face as you watched her, biting your lip lightly. “Knew you’d be pretty, too.” You whispered softly.

Her face was red, spreading to her ears and then down her neck and chest. Your eyes fell to her cleavage and you groaned quietly before pressing kisses down her neck, to her clavicle, and then finally nuzzling into her breasts a little, pressing kisses to the exposed flesh.

Claudia was looking down at the top of your head, blinking blearily as she rocked down against your hand, holding onto your arm tightly. “Necesito más. Por favor, por favor necesito más.” I need more. Please, please I need more. She begged.

You cooed softly but gave her what she wanted, sliding two fingers into her with just a little resistance as she gasped and moaned. “Sí.” She opened her eyes to look at you and was met with you staring wide eyed at her breasts, watching her chest rise and lower before you leaned down to press a kiss to the mole on top of her breasts.

You peered up at her, grinning a little as you started fucking your fingers into her. She whined and pushed down on your fingers, shuddering happily. “So good. You’re so good.” She held onto your shirt as she rocked down on your fingers.

You hummed happily and leaned close to her neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin before sliding your tongue from where her neck and shoulder met, up to the little spot behind her ear before pressing against it, making her yelp and moan louder. The yelp was a surprise, but you recovered quick enough and laughed lowly as you tugged on her earlobe before starting to fuck her deeper with your fingers. Her legs shook a little, her grip on you tightening as she moaned and rocked down on your fingers.

“Poor mama.” You purred softly. “Pussies been neglected so long, huh?” You ground the heel of your palm into her clit as you massaged that familiar spot you’d been searching for. “Jus’ been waitin’ for someone to treat her right.” Claudia shuddered and gasped, grinding down on your fingers as she nodded rapidly, she didn't have the mind to scold you for being so explicit about it.

Unfortunately, because God hates you and wants you to suffer, you started to heard keys in the lock, Louis' keys obviously, and managed to pull away just before he and Alice stumbled into the apartment, giggles falling from her lips.

Alice. You didn't like Alice, something felt fake there, something in the way she smiled and spoke, the way she always wanted to be close to you, lingering around the apartment, sometimes half-dressed as she sat next to you. But Louis liked her, and since she hadn't actually done anything yet, it was possible you were just imagining things.

"¿Mamá? ¿Qué haces aquí?" Mom? What are you doing here? Louis came to a stop with a small frown, looking between you and his mother as you stepped away from her and towards the fridge. "Left my lighter last time we were at dinner. She was kind enough to bring it back." You licked your fingers clean as you opened the fridge, trying to seem calm as Claudia nodded rapidly and made her way to do the door.

"Yes. I know she needs it for her.. candles and.. such. So." Claudia cleared her throat loudly and straightened herself up a bit before smiling a soft smile at Louis, a slightly bitter one for Alice, and an unreadable one at you before she was hurrying out the door with a rush Adiós.

Louis and Alice looked at you as the door closed. "Was she alright? She wasn't yelling at you for something was she?" You rolled your head and shook your head, sitting your drink down. "No, Louis. You know I love your mom. Even if she did yell at me- I'd do anything for the woman." Louis furrowed his brows suspiciously before nodding. "Alright well... we'll see you in the morning."

You nodded and saluted to him as he tugged Alice to his room, making a face when you noticed the way Alice's eyes had scanned over you. You shuddered a little before sighing and going to your own room. Horny and lonely. Lonely.

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The next day you decided to go to her house. Alice and Louis would be in the apartment all day, so at 12:30 you packed your little backpack and went to Claudia's house. You hesitated at first, knuckles hovering before you knocked on the door, chewing on your bottom lip.

By 1:15 you were in her bed, buried between her legs with your tongue as deep inside of her as you could get it, Spanish explitives flying from her mouth as she rocked down on your tongue, fingers gripped tightly in your hair. You moaned and whimpered happily, reaching between your legs to give yourself some relief, looking up at her the best you could as you licked and sucked on her clit eagerly, slurping a little as her wetness started to pool.

You'd been on her the second you found out she wasn't expecting any company, your tongue down her throat and your hand in her pants, fucking into that spongey spot you'd felt the night before. You'd just barely made it to her bedroom before you were shoving her pants down and pushing her onto the bed, diving deep between her legs as she let out a loud moan.

By 1:30 you were climbing off the bed, grabbing your backpack and pulling out the red, velvet harness and strapping it on once you had the dildo put in place. It was a healthy 7 inches, thick and curved a bit towards the tip with fake veins added for friction. The color was a fleshy color, matching your own perfectly.

Claudia looked at you in awe, lifting up on her elbows a bit. Her cheeks and neck were red, travelling down her chest, skin shiny with sweat as she panted softly. "Oh mi … te ves hermosa, Bee." Oh my... you look beautiful, Bee. She said breathlessly, making you smile a little as you laughed, tightening the harness around your waist. "Thank you." You leaned down and kissed her softly, cupping her cheek gently.

With your other hand you reached down to guide the fake cock into her, pressing your forehead against hers as she let out a long, low gasp, her eyes fluttering shut. That was your favorite part, watching the pleasure fill their body and make them go slack under you almost immediately. All for you. Because of you.

You let go of the dildo and set your thumb on her clit, rubbing in soft concentric circles, waiting for Claudia's rapid head nod before you started fucking into her, grinding your hips at a torturously slow pace as she moaned deeply. You leaned back, watching her closely as you fucked into her.

Her skin was tan, glistening in the light from her lamp as a thin sheet of sweat covered it, darkening as the blush deepened and spread further down her chest. “Look so pretty like this, Claudia.” You mumbled softly, running your hands over her curves before sliding up and squeezing her breasts gently. “Been dreaming about getting you like this.” You shook your head. “Knew you’d be so pretty under me.”

Claudia moaned as she looked up at you, big brown eyes wide and wet as her fingers tangled in her sheets tightly. “Harder. Por favor. Harder.” She whimpered, rocking her hips to meet yours.

You cooed. “Shh, I got you.” You gently pushed her hips down and started fucking into her harder, keeping the same pace because anyone with brain cells knows harder doesn’t mean faster. She moaned louder, her eyelids fluttering as her back arched off the bed and she pulled on the bedsheet, gasping softly.

You reached down and started rubbing her clit, moaning softly when the dildo started to get creamy, grinning widely. “Look at that…” you pulled out some and reached down to collect it on your finger before holding it out to her. “Taste.” You thought she was going to say no, peering at your finger like you were crazy before she leaned down and sucked your finger clean, keeping her eyes glued to yours.

You grinned and grabbed her jaw gently before diving in to kiss her, moaning happily as her taste spread through both of your mouths. “Fuck..” you mumbled softly before reaching down to rub circles on her clit again, pushing into the kiss.

It wasn’t long before Claudia’s eyes were squeezing shut tightly, a loud moan spilling from her mouth as she came, legs trembling as she wrapped them around you to keep you close. You kept up what you were doing, rubbing her clit while you ground your hips much slower and softer than you had before as you worked her through it.

When her trembles were reduced to the occasional twitch, you slid out and pressed kisses to her cheek and neck as you laid next to her and loosened the harness to pull it off.

“Dios mio.” She whispered softly, staring at the ceiling as you laughed softly. “Stay there.” You kissed her cheek again before climbing out of bed. You got her a glass of water and a clean warm towel, you handed her the water as you sat between her legs to clean her up. “You made a mess.”

She huffed and nudged you with her foot. “Don’t be vile.” You rolled your eyes as you laughed. “It’s true.” “You talk like you were raised in a barn.” She furrowed her brows. “I keep forgetting you’re a classy lady.” You teased with a soft pout, tossing the rag to the floor.

Then you felt a smack to the side of your head. “Ow-!” “Pick that up. There’s a laundry hamper in the bathroom.” You grumbled and got up, picking up the rag and taking it to the bathroom, dropping it in the hamper before coming back to her room and laying in bed next to her.

“Could do this all day. Should do this all day.” You hummed softly and closed your eyes. “Alice is at the apartment- and I don’t like being around her.” You sighed heavily. “Why?” You felt the bed sink as Claudia laid back next to you.

You looked over at her with a hum, smiling softly when you looked in her eyes, sighing. “She’s weird. Think she’s trying to come onto me or something.” You shrugged a little. “Jokes on her though.” You hummed. “Already got the one I want.” You winked as her cheeks brightened and she shook her head.

“Louis should break up with her.” “Yeah I’ve tried several times already. She’s got him pussy whipped or- if you don’t stop hitting me.” You rubbed your chest and glared at her. “Stop cursing in my house and I’ll stop hitting you.”

You huffed and shook your head before looking up at the ceiling again, smiling softly and laughing as you closed your eyes. “I got more stuff to show you.” “.. I don’t have anything coming up today.” You grinned and bit your lip lightly. “Well we can make it an all day thing… at least until Louis starts getting nosey.” You shrugged. “He’ll call when Alice leaves. He hates being alone, Y’know. That’s why he’s got all the girlfriends.”

Claudia huffed. “My son is not lonely. Flores’ do not get lonely.” You rolled your eyes. “If they didn’t get lonely… you wouldn’t be laid up with a girl young enough to be your daughter.” You smirked and moved on top of her, tilting your head before slowly kissing down her body. “Now- we’re gonna stop talking about Louis so that I can give you the attention you deserve.”

She swallowed thickly and let her head fall back as she watched you disappear under the blanket, eyelids fluttering as her fingers tangled in the sheets again.

“Dios Mio~.”

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Shut up shut up shut up

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal snl #pedro pascal claudia flores #Pedro Pascal x reader #dont judge me alright #even im confused so dont ask questions either #claudia flores x reader

[luvrxbunny]

Let’s start with my mom: My mom is not the worst mom. I love her so much that it hurts. She could just be better like all the other parents in the world. Like once she kicked me out of the house bc of my stepdad who cheated on her multiple times and treated her like absolute shit. She would purposely put my little sister off to the side (which doesn’t make sense bc my step dad is her father😭) and would put her on me and my older sister. She used to constantly criticized me on how my hair looked, how I dressed,and more. But that motivated me. I changed up my wardrobe, started learning how to do my hair, bought makeup, everything. I did it not only bc of what she would say but what people at school would say. Which when I told her I was getting bullied at school, she told me to just stand up for myself and when I told her I didn’t know how, she would ridicule me about that too. Another time she flat out told me I wasn’t wanted. AT A PUBLIC POOL. There were worse times than others but I’m glad I still have a good relationship with my mom. Not everyone is as lucky as me

Now my dad on the other hand, fuck him. First off, when I was growing up he was a poor excuse of a father. He still is but that’s wtv🙄. He would bail on me at times even though he promised. And when his health got worse, he started to treat me like a maid. I do currently live with my dad and for the past few months, I have to do almost everything for him. He’s always like “Kenya do this for me” and “Kenya do that for me”. He asks me for so much that sometimes he pays me. I cook for him, I clean for him sometimes, I get things for him and what I don’t do, my grandma does. And let me tell you, my grandma is a strong woman bc I would have gave up a long time ago if I was her. This man is ungrateful, lazy, a piece of shit, and a overall bad person. He smells first of all at his big grown age, my grandma cleans up after him, and the reason I say he’s ungrateful is bc recently when he got back from the hospital bc of a knee injury, my grandma had stripped his bed and he got mad. He said and I quote “I told her what to do and she just did whatever she wanted to do.” So I said “you’re lucky she washed anything. Just ungrateful.” And this dumbass nigga had the audacity to say to me “I didn’t ask for your fucking attitude Kenya. You sit in here and let her do the shit.” Referring to her stripping his bed and cleaning his sheets. I just walked off before I hurt him bc he can be such a pain in the fucking ass, you know? Like y grandma is not getting any younger and you’re just putting more stress on her. And what kills me is he got a degree and never did anything with it bc he’s a failure. Why go to college and never have a career? What makes me mad about that is some people never got the chance to go to college and you just threw your life away like nothing? And he can’t even blame it on his health bc ITS HIS FAULT IN THE FIRST PLACE. It’s all those years of terrible eating and unhealthy decisions that got you in this place.

I could really talk about my dad for hours and how much I hate that man. But what’s crazy is I would still be sad if he died. Sometimes I feel like I wouldn’t though

okay babes why are you almost me

i’m the same way with my mom, like she’s almost my best friend, we have a pretty good relationship, definitely better than most but she is also the meanest person to me in my life. she’s the only one who can make me feel as terrible as i do, yet i love her????

and for the doing everything around the house, i also relate to that. my mom has me and my siblings clean the entire house, she used to withhold food or sleep until we got things done, she would scream and more that i’d rather just not get into but luckily she’s too old to do that anymore— or we’re too big. but i don’t know why some parents think their children were made to serve them? like we’re our own people with our own lives. you wouldn’t like to be doing something like this for free so what makes you think i want to?

and i hope u don’t take this the wrong way but your dad sounds insanely immature. like as a grown ass man you’re yelling at your child and your mother over some bedsheets!?! just hearing abt it is making my blood boil

and then i said how you’d still be sad if he died omg i felt that

my dad was abusive and had been absent for god knows how long but if i randomly got some shit in the mail saying he died…? i think i’d still feel some sadness over it and it makes me even more upset that he can make me feel anything when he doesn’t deserve any of it

#luvrmail 💌 #group therapy~ <3

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The Existential Crisis of an Elder Duros; or, "Had too much to drink."

Notes: Mind-blowingly amazing art by @deepbluespace4, which her original post can be found here and I am SO, SO honored she was inspired to draw this based on this drabble I wrote and I am forever in awe and grateful.

I normally write smut, so this is very different. Was feeling sad one day, so this came out. Stream of consciousness/character study bullshit from the PoV of Cad Bane. Though, as I said earlier, "don't know if this would be something that would ever happen to him. He seems pretty solid in his outlook and way of life," so it might be somewhat out of character? Didn't edit too much. Oh well. Enjoy ( or not ).

Warnings: None except there are many negative thoughts and feelings involved.

Word count: 2.1k +

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World-weary. No. Galaxy-weary. That’s a word you might put to it. The overwhelming, all-encompassing feeling of just being over it. Over everyone’s kark and banthashit. Over the mediocre day to day; the politics spanning distant star systems; the heat of a too bright sun. Even the smell of blaster scoring. Blood, death, decay, Tibanna. Chasing money and chasing tail. Women and men all wanting a taste of infamy.

Everyone was always out for themselves, and so was he, but perhaps it was that very thing that made him this way. The lack of trust in another person, the emptiness residing in this all too big universe. That hole that was never filled. A black one that devoured any and every positive emotion he ever had; sucked into the void to never see the light of day.

It was anathema. All of it. Sand in his boots, dry scales, cracked lips, scarred skin; who was he but an accumulation of every terrible thing he had ever done, or every horrible thing that had ever happened to him? Bitterness, hate, envy, jealousy. A feeling of being too good, or not good enough. Whose dreams were these? Were they his? Did he have any dreams?  He had forgotten what those were; what those felt like.

Sleepless days and nights, or maybe sleepless nights and days. They all ran together, couldn’t tell one womp rat’s tail end from another’s. One job after another, one face after another – all the same, didn’t matter the species, all the same except …

Red eyes strained and sore, muscles tired, limbs aching, stomach empty, heart … hurting? What was life, and what was death? How many times had he escaped the outstretched hand of the devil to still wind up in hell? How many more times would he look down the barrel of a blaster to come out on the other side unscathed? Who could say they were better than Cad Bane?

Loneliness, regret, anger, contempt. Friendless. Drifting, aimless. Credits are credits. They bought… things. Things that wouldn’t matter in the end, but that’s all he had.

It was a good life; a rotten life. Left rich in the eyes of man but destitute during this … dark night of the soul. Did he have one? Was there a Maker? Was he going to burn?

No peace and quiet even in the emptiness of space, thoughts forever racing, a testament to his calculating mind. A blessing, or a curse? Both? An irritation?

Who or what could quiet this raging inferno inside him? This resentment, this rancor, yet also this … apathy. To care about everything all at once while at the same time not caring about anything at all.

Was he crazy? He had to be. In his line of work everybody was a little off their rocker. Maybe that’s how he had survived this long - if you could call it surviving. Living on the cusp of normalcy while at the same time failing to be normal. Turning every head in the room while at the same time shutting everyone out.

Cold, conniving, scheming… vacant. His stare, and his entire self. What meaning did anything have that wasn’t stripped away within minutes, hours, days?

He had tried. He had tried to really give a shit. It wasn’t in his cards. Or was it? Was he afraid? Too… proud to open up? Ever since …

Oh, and the agony. A droid could only do so much, but perhaps it was enough. Companionship was never what he wanted it to be.

Paranoia, delusion, anxiety, dread, cynicism, suspiciousness. These never amounted to anything other than his own dark truth. The truth he was alone and always would be. The only thing he had to cling to were adjectives, negativity, deep-seated vitriol; vehemence. A feeling of being wronged. A feeling of being right. A feeling of restlessness, agitation, neuroticism … His bark was worse than his bite despite him having sharp as kark teeth.

To be like everyone else, to be able to breathe, to be able to see clearly when his vision was so precise. He hated that nothing made sense, yet everything seemed so simple.

Eat, shit, piss, sleep, die. How could one go on? How could one know the answer if they didn’t even know the question? What perverted, sick son of a bitch put him here in the first place?

He had never asked to be hatched. He had never asked for this life, this path, this finite space between birth and whatever the hell came next. Nothing? Something? Purgatory? Damnation? Salvation? Heaven… ? A rotting corpse below a tombstone with his title on it? “Here lies …”

Who would be kind enough to bury him?

Concepts, ideas, man-made dribble, infuriating nonsense. Won’t buy in. Won’t succumb to the need for something else. Something bigger. Something unobtainable or out of reach. The Force, maybe? The thing that held men’s minds together and the galaxy at large? The thing that destined him to be what he was, is, and forever will be?

A Duros. No. More than that. But what? If he hadn’t made a name for himself he would be nameless.

The way he saw it time was money, and without money he wouldn’t give his time, but now he had more money than he had time. All the money in the universe couldn’t buy more time, and he was getting old. He was old. And there was nothing he could do about it.

The hat. It was a defensive measure, a defense mechanism in more ways than one. If eyes were viewports to the soul, then what better way to hide the fact that his was empty than beneath the wide brim of an almost too self-indulgent accessory?

Maybe he was scared. Scared everyone would see straight through him – through those soulless eyes that were as red as the blood he often spilt, though looks could often be deceiving.

Who’s to say he didn’t have more lurking than the average man up there in that big head of his? Under that big hat of his? Who knew better than himself all his ins and outs, his weaknesses? The unmentionables, the banes of his existence, the things that could buy him a one-way ticket to the afterlife.

But not only that – philosophical ponderings, longings, astronavigational coordinates, conversations long since passed, every face he had ever laid those soulless eyes on. It wasn’t his fault he had turned out the way he had. He had never been asked to be ripped from null and placed in this gangly body - this body that suffered, hurt, endured because it had to.

What was the alternative? What had he ever known besides pain in his seventy some odd years walking around, talking, saying empty words, vicious threats, snarky insults, and not hardly a kind thing to anyone? A bit of sage advice maybe, a story that made himself look good, an order or a command, but not a single notion that might brighten someone’s day.

It wasn’t his fault. He was blameless, wasn’t he? Life at every level was a competition and free will was supposedly forfeit. Plants competed for the best spot in the shade or sun, insects competed for the best nectar or scraps of food, birds and reptiles, which he could relate to at a genetic level competed for the tastiest insects, the best materials with which to make their nests. Animals competed for the flesh of other animals. Sentients competed for land, water, shelter, credits, mates, knowledge, power – the list went on, and on, and on...

How was he in the wrong? Had he ever been?  It was a game, and he had decided long ago that he would win. One wrong move on the Dejarik board meant hell or high water, jail or freedom, the end … but never any new beginnings. Not for him.

Maybe that was what he was missing. That desire to sail off into the sunset growing ever more powerful. This idea he had to never to look back. Retirement. But wasn’t that a form of death in and of itself? Bidding his time, waiting around for the inevitable, admiring the flowers maybe, watching a cool mountain stream drift by, or the birth of a star, the slow rusting of his droid… That was a thought. Who would upkeep Todo when he was gone?

He supposes nobody. He had been so loyal. And who cared if he divulged his secrets or told tall tales of Cad Bane once he was rotting away in a gutter somewhere? He only hoped if the droid outlived him, which he would, that he might have a decent word or two to say. Chances are he’d put his own spin on things, but he had never known him to be a backstabber.

And then there was the issue of his pride … his all too big ego. He was well aware of it, but it was also easily justifiable. He was the best. Always had been. There was only one other man out there who might come close, and that thought ate at him, day in and day out, though he let it lie.

Perhaps that was how he’d go. It would be poetic. The mentee killing the master, who was in turn the mentee of the man whose DNA covered entire solar systems, galaxies, spanning time and space and parsecs and the memories of people he had never met …

People that had never met Jango. That man occupied his thoughts more times than he was willing to admit. No one needed to know, and they never would. No one needed to know that he had …

One might think he was beyond emotions. Callous, cruel and unusual, but he could truly, keenly feel things if he allowed himself to. Cad Bane could cry.

Oh, but he was good at pushing others away. Far away. To truly know someone, to care for someone, was weakness through and through. You let them in, and then they die on you, or they betray you for a bounty, or they leave you high and dry expecting them to return to only go out and meet their untimely end at the edge of a blaster or the blade of a lightsaber, though not so much anymore …

The time for that was gone. And maybe his time would soon be over too. What was the point of even contemplating, questioning, second-guessing himself now? It was too late for all of that. He was no longer a Duros in his prime. He had nothing to look forward to. Nothing except silence, darkness, the long sleep that maybe couldn’t come quite quick enough.

If he was smart he would search it out, though he didn’t exactly have a death wish. Everything was just becoming somewhat overwhelming. The galaxy was changing, he realized that evil would also run rampant in these parts, and he was part of the problem, not the solution, but even a certain degree of enlightenment couldn’t help him, couldn’t change him, couldn’t teach an old hound new tricks, as it were.

He missed his rivals, the real ones, the people that gave meaning to his profession. Spice users, petty crooks and criminals – they were just a way to make ends meet. The thrill was gone, the rush of the hunt. It was all too easy. It was… sad.

And maybe that’s what he was – sad. Perhaps loathe to admit it, but it wouldn’t change a thing.

But what’s the point of changing things, anyway? If it isn’t broke, don’t fix it. But what if it’s so broken it’s beyond repair? Maybe that was the real issue here.

He’d have to live with it. And he wouldn’t bother to feel regret. Regret, in this instance, was the mind killer. Remorse was something he had never felt, and he wouldn’t start to feel it now.  

All in all, he had made it out. He had lived. He had found a way to make things happen. It was a dog-eat-dog galaxy out there, and to get out of the Descent Ghetto at all had been some kind of miracle. To survive to adulthood had been some kind of miracle. To live to old age had been some kind of miracle.

And so he sits. He basks in the fading light of the sun. He drinks his whiskey. He forgets his problems. What problems? There weren’t any problems that credits couldn’t solve as far as he was concerned. But that doesn’t keep him from sighing. He lets loose his frustrations to the clouds in a single exhale. He clinks the ice in his now empty glass but will stay here long enough to watch it melt.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,” as the saying goes. He felt that one in his bones.

#Cad Bane #Fanfiction #Writing #Duros #Star Wars #Clone Wars #Bad Batch #Book of Boba Fett #existentialism #character study

[cherrio-krispz]

THE MOVIE “ORPHAN” IS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING DELUSIONAL HOLY STARS / (TW death, extremely personally stuff. this is a horror movie btw) explanation << honestly just a rant of said movie:

Its about this family who lost a baby at birth, there are two kids one is mostly deaf. The father and mother want to adopt an orphan. soon Kate (the mom) finds out that this orphan is extremely dangerous to her actual children. Esther (orphan) is a crazy ass bitch who has murdered several people with families, she tries to seduce each father she was adopted into AND THANKFULLY NONE WORKED OUT. after it all didn’t work, she got pissed off and legitimately burnt their houses down to the ground after brutally murdering the father. ESTHER TURNS OUT TO BE 33 INSTEAD OF NINE AND SHE COMES FROM AN ASYLUM. SHE WAS THE MOST VIOLENT PATIENT IN THAT BUILDING this movie had me recoiling dude its so insane it drives me crazy like BRO POOR MAX (DEAF KID) SHE HAD TO EXPERIENCE ESTHER KILLING A NUN AFTER SHE WAS PUSHED IN FRONT OF THE NUNS CAR. she wasn’t hurt at all from the car thank the stars but that will sure as hell have an impact on her trauma. Max saves her mom and brother from dying but sadly saw her DUMBASS OF A DAD DIE tbh dad deserves that death idc abt him he was stupid as shit☠️. Esther held a gun right at Max’s forehead that was loaded just so she would strike even more fear into her. I HATE ESTHER!!!!!!! I HATE HER SO MUCH SHE IS JUST. UGHH SHE ENDED UP HAVING HER NECK SNAPPED AND DROWNING IN A POND I’M GLAD ESTHER DIED. NOT TO MENTION ESTHER BURNS DOWN DANIELS (THE BROTHER) TREEHOUSE WITH HIM AND THE NUNS DEATH EVIDENCE IN IT. DANIEL SURVIVES SOMEHOW BY OPENING THE TREEHOUSES WINDOW AND CLIMBING TO THE ROOF. BRO ESTHER WAS WATCHING THE WHOLE FUCKING THING WITH A SMILE ON HER FACE ‘N DANIEL ENDED UP HAVING TO GO TO THE HOSPITALLLL ESTHER ALMOST HAD KILLED HIM WITH A BOULDER BUT MAX RUSHES IN AND BARGES INTO ESTHER FUCK YOU ESTHER KYS KYS MAX IS BETTER THAN YOU AND SHE IS LIKE 7 KYS ESTHER MAX IS AMAZING AND SMART

OH YEAH ESTHER ALSO PUSHES SOME LITTLE GIRL OFF A VERY HIGH UP SLIDE, SHE BREAKS HER LEG I THINK JUST BECAUSE OF HERSELF BEING A BULLY TO ESTHER

celebrating esthers death rn guys 😁

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in summary, Orphan Esther was really just tricking people into thinking she was nine. Killing each family possible that adopts her. Kate and Max save their family (which at this point it was max’s brother) and have extra trauma AGHHH

So erm if you want a good horror movie- watch orphan on hbo max cuz HOLY it has me gasping for air

#gun tw #tw death #tw horror #tw grooming #<<it was esthers intention because the father still knew her as family and as nine years old. #im so happy that his drunk ass had some thought in there when it happened #and didn’t fall for esthers bitchy attempt #ANYWHO #orphan movie #horror movie #tw rant #tw reverse grooming #….?????? #no clue what to call that #rant #random talking

[clawsextended]

@ataviisms

"do you love her?" barbara, he means. selina's never been the careless type when it comes to how she feels about another person. she either loves deeply or she doesn't love at all, and the list of people in the former category is pretty fucking short. waylon plunks his head down in her lap, tail swishing slowly across the floor. "i like her. she's nice."

“ daphne met her when we were filming barbie together and i couldn’t get her out of my mind.”

and it wasn’t your usual sense. it wasn’t sick with obsession, days on end spinning. it wasn’t dying to touch her until your hands could burn and turn to ash. it wasn’t need that starts in your head and sets you on fire with an all-consuming necessity to devour. no, it was nothing like that.

it was quiet.

like you could breathe for the first time. like you could hear the way the leaves rustles in the trees. like colors were newly bright, newly hued. like the world was never the world before. you’d never said words before you spoke to her, you’d never heard sound until her voice tinkled with the soft brush of chimes in the wind. she stops your heart. she is everything to you. you yearn to wrap your hands around her every inch to memorize it all with the fingertips you’ve so cruelly maimed — maybe it’ll bring back the innocence you yearn to share with her.

she makes you feel. before night was black and now it’s blue; before the sky was blue and now it’s azure.

you welcome him with a careful touch when he edges into your space, rests a hand atop his head to trace the scales carefully. you think they’re the most beautiful color. you wish color didn’t make your stomach churn — you’d love a tshirt a little like him, but most things with a shade become difficult to bear after a couple hours. you get too self-conscious. you hum absently.

“yeah. she makes me want to be a better person. i was — so scared when she told me about the barbie thing. I’m a monster, way, and if i—“

your throat starts to pinch closed. so do your hands. you blink a couple thousand times. you have to stop touching him to softly press nails into your palms. you swallow. why is thinking so hard?

“—yeah. no. i — i was so scared she’d hate me. like. she’d get to know me and she’d hate me. daphne is lovable. she’s easy to know. and i’m —

….she likes me more. like, she tells me. all the time. because i’m real. isn’t that fucking crazy? she thinks i’m real, way. she doesn’t even think it’s dumb when i’m sad because i can’t get a fucking license. she’s, like, the bravest person I’ve ever met. she literally decided to be human. like, she learned every shitty thing about the world and still said ‘i wanna live in it’. holy shit.”

you can’t help yourself. you’ve returned to tracing scales, each groove etched into your skin as you alternate pressure. you’re fascinated by it — you think it’s the coolest thing in the world. he is literally a man but is also an alligator but is also actually just a person, and you are constantly telling him on an evolutionary spectrum he’s kind of the definition of human advancement?

your moods break your own neck. you constantly want to be sick about it — you’re happy then sad then angry then happy again in the blink of an eye. he’s used to you — he knows you’re harmless, declawed, raw pads of those digits enough evidence to prove. you’d break yourself for anyone you love.

but that’s the thing, she never wants you to.

“she just loves me. like. me. like, me covered in blood in a catsuit, and me at a gala in pink, and me in a sweater sitting on top of the banister. yeah. i love her.

—like, if she was still a barbie and i was a barbie we’d be a set.”

#CLAWS EXTENDED. #ATAVIISMS #BEYONDBARBIE #I JUST WANTED TO KEEP MY CLAWS OUT OF YOU. #[crying fucking hysterically about this. holy shit. she’s. she loves so MUCH.]

[arclundarchivist]

Spoilers C3E45

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Right, so first and foremost glad to see Tal back.

Secondly, hot damn Morri is terrifying, fucking Old Lady from Spongebob, AH! Real Monsters looking ass. Quite curious to see where things go with her in two weeks.

Now on to FCG, while not the biggest reveal of the session, Letters origin as a Harmonious Aeormaton is a curious thing. If they were meant to be protectors, and guardians, seemingly caretakes/companions for singular individuals was his “line” targetted exclusively, by what ever Mage caused the Care and Culling, or were “lines” like Devexian, or forms like a Hodmedods used? Also the Professor stated that he has never heard of a Aeormaton with healing abilities which further adds confusion to Letters purpose.

Did the person he was given to show him faith, and that was why they were chosen to be murdered in the first place due to rising Anti-God sentiment in the Age of Arcanum?

Also did this happen after Aeormaton’s were emancipated? Because if so, it adds another shade of darkness to his predicament as a Sleeper Agent.

But this leads me around to Ludenis, in a curious fashion, one could say. Firstly, the Hubris of this fucker is so thick you can taste it. Secondly, I’ll admit, I didn’t believe he’d be drinking his own Koolaid/acting the true believer but I am willing to accept I may have been wrong. Yet, his whole comment about “Power is just a Tool,” makes me think he does not share his Cults “devotion” to this new world, or Otohan’s belief in being “better” than baseline mortals.

I desperately wanted to hear who was on that list of Historic Ruidusborn, especially since he was so cagey about his own connection to the Moon and the Beast trapped within.

That and seeing a comment from someone made it click as to why the Ruby Vanguard(If it Was in fact them and not Otohan doing some fuckery), is that they were likely after lore regarding the Gau Drashari, if any remained, and their connection to the rituals of the Prime Deities. Could be off base, but it would be an interesting reason.

Yet, what drew my attention the most was his rant to Fearne before he left. About seeing the Wrath of the Gods first hand. Now at first blush, while the cast seemed convinced he was talking about the Calamity, I thought he was full of shit or they were just reading that wrong. After all, he is from Molaesmyr, which was destroyed in some unknown disaster, which he was indeed alive for. Yet, the fault for that disaster seemingly lies on the shoulders of Aeor and their fuckery, due to hints laid back in C2.

Yet, a thought struck me. Ludenis lived in Molaesmyr, but shit it was never stated that he was born there. He’s an Archmage, more than that an Elven Arcmage, who has long showed interests in powers that manipulate the fabric of reality and have the power to roll back the wheel of time. What if...what if Ludenis did see the Calamity, though some form of immortality or the usage of the Clone spell he survived into the modern age, but what if we go even further than that. What if he was a Mage of Aeor, what if he saw the “fear” of the Gods first hand as the “hated rivals” returned to Family once more and struck their city from the sky in an act of monumentous Divine Intervention.

A shard of Aeor landed in Molaesmyr. He could have in some shape or form landed with it. The folly that devestated the city, corrupting the Savalierwood, and eventually leading to the breaking of the Star Razor? A misstep in his attempts to finish his people’s work. After all, he said it himself Killing the Gods, “Has Been My Life’s Work.”

Hell, wouldn’t it be wild if he was behind the Care and Culling? Nah...unless!

Moving away from that crazy old bastard...we learned the likely name of Ruidus’s people: The Reilora. Somal claimed they were behind the Flairs, not Predathos, so either they are working for the entity, their likely creator and she wasn’t in the know as much as the others were, or there is some more nebulous shit going on up there. After all, like she said, some of them appeared in Flesh, while others were simply energy. But most importantly, she stated that some were kind, empathic, caring...could that just be a ploy, or is there something else going on up on that Moon. To quote the codger himself, “Creations outgrow their creators”, and that includes the purposes given to them. If Predathos created them after consuming Ethedok, and Vordo...what did he make them out of, and why would they not also wish to throw off the shackles seemingly placed on them by the divine.

I still say Ludinus’s plan is doomed to failure, likely a cataclysmic one if he “succeeds”, especially since, with the nebulous entity and existence of the Luxon, who is to say Predathos wouldn’t simply turn his attention to Exandria, even if he consumed the Gods first?

Also I saw someone say the Gods dying would be a good thing, cause the Raven Queen would get ate, allowing Vax to come back and I just...I don’t think that is how that would work at all.

Also saw another, claiming that a Ruidus win could allow CR to divorce from WoTC, since most of the Gods are pulled from base D&D content and I just...I don’t think even if they did pull away it would be anywhere near that simple.

#critical role #critcal role spoilers #cr fcg #cr ashton #cr fearne #cr imogen #cr orym #cr chetney #cr laudna #ruidus #predathos #aeor #ludinus da'leth #the luxon #vax'ildan #ashari #the raven queen