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marvelouslizzie · 7 months

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Like Someone I Know

summary: You decide to take a break from studying and go to a masked party but your casual hookup turns out to be your biggest rival, Bucky Barnes.

pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

warnings: 18+, academic rivals, alcohol consumption, hidden identities, hookup, boob worship, semi-public sex, pet names, oral sex (female receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, praise kink, no mention of y/n.

word count: 2.4K

A/N: @notafunkiller gave me "I don't care if they're gonna see it. I'm not giving them back." and academic rivals as prompt and now here we are… I hope you enjoy this random story. Thanking Andreea also for the editing and for the name suggestion. She’s the best!

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Keep reading tag starts after the second paragraph of the story.

This isn’t like you. You don’t find people attractive this easily, let alone hook up with them at a party, right after meeting them. It feels surreal… like you are having some kind of a fever dream. Maybe it’s because of the alcohol you consumed, but you don’t feel tipsy. So maybe not.

His hands roam on your body, hungrily discovering every inch. His lips are relentless, sucking and licking. It feels so damn good and it’s just so hard to resist. You deserve to let go sometimes. You work so hard, right? It’s okay to hook up with a handsome stranger. Well, you aren’t sure about the handsome part. Not when half of his face is covered by some kind of mask, but his piercing blue eyes tell you he might be the most handsome man you have ever seen. They also seem familiar somehow and you don’t know how that’s possible.

He stops kissing you, while his hands are still on your hips. He looks you in the eye, and it makes you shiver. You finally realize why he feels so familiar and it makes you uncomfortable. Those blue eyes… They remind you of Bucky Barnes. Why on earth would you find someone attractive because they look like him?

“Is everything alright?”

Even his voice… It sounds kinda like him. Not completely though. Bucky’s voice is usually harsher. He sounds like he’s trying to poison you with words. Especially when he makes fun of you after getting a better grade. God, you hate him so much.

“Yeah, yeah.” Your answer sounds so absent and not convincing at all.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I just realized you look like someone I know.”

“Oh, darling…” God, the way he smiles! There’s no way this man can be ugly. That smile punches you in your stomach. “There’s no way you know me.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I would remember a beauty like you.”

That makes you laugh. It sounds so cheesy. Plus he can’t even see half of your face. How could he even remember you?

“I mean it.”

“I’m sure you used that line on girls before.”

“I can’t say…” He stops for a second, trying to find the right words. “I do this often.”

“You mean hooking up with strangers at a party?”

“No.” His answer confuses you for a second. “Hooking up at all.”

Oh, that can’t be true. Those blue eyes can convince anyone to do anything. Maybe he’s just trying to make you feel special, and truth be told, it doesn’t matter. You don’t know him.

“Why is that?”

His hands caress your hips gently. “Usually… I don’t let myself get distracted.”

“Sorry for distracting you, then.”

Your playful answer makes him smile. He starts kissing your neck. His hands move on your ass, kneading while he keeps on kissing you. His lips move closer and closer to your cleavage. You know this is your last chance to say anything if you don’t wanna go further, but you can’t find the strength in yourself to stop him. His lips are soft and wet on your skin. Every kiss he lays on your skin makes you want more. You don’t know if you can stop him.

Suddenly he grabs your tits, pushing them together while he buries his head between them. It makes you gasp, and he inhales your scent like he can’t get enough of it.

“I want them in my mouth.”

He looks up, his eyes pleading for your consent.

“Can I?”

“Someone might come in any time.” You don’t wanna get caught like that. “They might see us.”

"I don't care if they're gonna see it. I'm not giving them back." His response makes you smile. He sounds so desperate while still holding your tits. And like it isn’t enough, he starts to beg. “Please… Can I?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You sound breathy, just because of the anticipation. You just want to enjoy this moment, not thinking about anything else.

He pushes down the straps. He doesn’t even bother unclasping your bra. He just frees your tits and starts sucking on your nipple. Your head is thrown back with sudden pleasure. His tongue dances around your nipple, making you squirm.

“God, you are so delicious.”

He switches to your other nipple. He licks, bites, and sucks while you try to keep your voice down. It’s not easy. A couple of moans slip away. You are just glad this is a party and the music is loud enough to conceal any sound you make.

Suddenly he lets go of your nipple. The wet pop makes you bite your lip.

“I really need to taste you.” You give him a confused look. Isn’t he already doing that? “Down there.” He quickly adds.

You don’t know what to say. You expected a quick fuck at best, that’s what the girls told you. Don’t have high expectations for hookups. They end pretty quickly and you might end up unsatisfied. But he’s proving you wrong every step of the way.

He keeps looking at you with a glow. God, his eyes are so freaking beautiful! Even if you didn’t want that, it would be so hard to say no. You finally nod, giving him permission.

“Thank you.” He quickly gets on his knees and hikes up your dress.

He starts to kiss your thighs, then he brings his nose onto your clothed pussy and just inhales.

“You smell so freaking good, d-darling.”

The praise makes you shiver. Not just because you aren’t used to it, but he also sounds so much like Bucky when he says darling. He calls you doll in a way that makes you feel degraded. Like you’re nothing more than a beautiful doll. No brains. No talent. Just there to look pretty. But this time… It doesn’t make you feel small. It makes you feel like a goddess.

Your shivering doesn’t go unnoticed, though. He smiles like a devil, looking into your eyes. Then he grabs your underwear and just pushes it down. You feel unbelievably exposed. Your breasts are sticking out of your dress while your pussy is right in front of him. But the hunger on his face makes you feel better.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He licks his lips before diving in. He grabs one of your legs and hikes it up on his shoulder, creating more space for himself to work.

He starts you eat you eagerly. His tongue moves smoothly between your folds and he sets a pace that makes it harder to shut your mouth. His tongue discovers every inch of you. Then suddenly he switches on sucking your clit, making you moan loudly.

“Jesus fucking christ!”

You feel him smile as he stops sucking for a second. His hands reach for your hips, steadying you while he goes back to sucking your clit. Once again your head is thrown back. You try to steady your breathing, but it doesn’t work. Your orgasm comes crashing in.

“Fuckk! I’m coming!” You don’t realize how loud you say it. You don’t realize how harshly you grab his hair and make him moan against your clit. Yet he doesn’t stop. Not until your shaking calms down.

The moment he’s sure you rode out every last bit of your orgasm, he moves away from you. When he looks up, he realizes your mask moved a little bit. Just enough to make him recognize who you are. His eyes are wide open, but you don’t notice any of it. You are still breathing heavily, trying to collect yourself.

He suddenly stands up and places his hands on the wall, caging you in. He looks like he wants to say something, but he can’t find the words. You assume it’s because of his unmet needs. So instead of questioning him, you move your hands to his pants. He watches you unbuckling and unzipping him. Then you look back at his face, silently asking for permission, and he nods.

You get rid of his pants and boxers with his help before he grabs his cock like he’s getting ready. Your words, though, stop him.

“We are not doing this without a condom.”

You don’t know what you expected, but you didn’t expect him to smile.

“Smart girl.”

The way he says that turns you on even more. The only problem is that he starts to sound more and more like Bucky. While you are trying to push away the thought of your biggest rival, he takes his wallet out and finds a condom.

“You don’t do this often, but you have a condom in your wallet.” You can’t help but point out.

“Every guy has one in their wallet. Just in case…” He responds while putting on the condom. “Doesn’t mean we think we’ll get lucky.”

“Well, you are certainly getting lucky tonight.”

“Oh, don’t I know it?”

He suddenly lifts you up against the wall. It’s so unexpected, yet it makes your blood rush. His lips find yours once again, but this time, it feels different. You don’t know what changed. You can’t put your finger on it. It was already passionate, hungry, and curious before, but this time… It’s just on another level.

“Ready?” You know what he’s asking about.

“Yeah.” You find yourself nodding and he smiles.

“That eager, huh?” His voice is deep and full of impatience, but also some kind of belittlement. God, that Bucky really messed up with your head.

He doesn’t wait for your answer. He gently pushes himself inside you, and you can’t help but moan out loud. A part of you feels embarrassed that you can’t seem to shut your mouth. You’re not used to this. It makes you feel exposed.

“Yes!” He sounds like he accomplished the most important thing in the world. “Don’t hold back those pretty sounds.”

You don’t know what to say, all you can focus on is the way his words make you wetter and wetter. You feel like you are discovering a part of you that you didn’t know existed. Maybe all you need is to hear how good you are doing. Is it why you are working this hard to get the best grades possible?

He doesn’t let you question more about yourself when he finally starts to move. It feels so overwhelming that you forget about anything else.

“Oh god…” He moans right next to your ear as his fingers are gripping on your skin. “You are so wet, doll.” You freeze. What did he just say?

“Bucky?”

Your heart starts to race faster than before. You don’t know what you are feeling. Shock, fear, excitement… This might be your worst nightmare. Or your biggest dream.

“I swear to god,” he starts to talk with haste, trying to explain himself before you get the wrong idea. “I didn’t know it was you. You have to believe me.” The fear in his voice is so audible. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him fearing something like this before. “After your first orgasm,your mask slipped a little.”

You suddenly feel relief washing over you. You felt so dumb for a second, thinking he might have tricked you. Knowing he’s afraid just like you helps a lot. He didn’t plan this. Maybe it's just a twist of fate. You reach for his mask and take it off without saying anything. There’s no need for it anymore. He smiles in response. You can see he wants to do the same, but he’s still carrying you, so you take off your own mask, too

He looks into your eyes, trying to see if you are still okay with this.

“Come on, big guy, move!”

His devilish grin returns. He bounces you on his arms, securing your position, and then starts to move again. His lips find yours, and you moan into his mouth. You can’t believe you are actually having sex with Bucky Barnes. You have had a couple of wet dreams about him, but you never thought it would turn into reality. You never thought he would be into you. He starts to lose control and move faster than before.

“Oh shit!” You feel like you might come soon. “Faster. Please!”

“So needy.” He grips on your ass. You don’t know why but his words rub you the wrong way.

“Don’t belittle me.” You snap back, and it makes him stop. You frown, thinking he’s gonna get you off and leave you unsatisfied.

“I never belittle you.” He’s looking into your eyes. “I never meant to belittle you.”

“You are not?” You always thought he was. You thought he was trying to put you down, demotivate you. Even if he was saying something nice.

“Never, doll. You are the smartest person I have ever met.”

You never heard him say this before. Maybe he just didn’t want to admit it back then.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

“And the prettiest girl.”

You crash your lips onto his, kissing him like you can’t survive without it. You had no idea how much you wanted to hear something like this coming from him. He moans into your mouth while he starts to move again.

“I don’t think-” He sounds so pained. “I can- hold back any longer.”

You’re not so far away from reaching your climax. All you need is him moving just a bit harder, then you might be able to come with him.

“Please, come with me!” You don’t care how desperate it sounds. “I just need it a little harder.”

That breaks his defense. He starts to move so fast that it takes your breath away. After a couple of thrusts, your body starts to shake uncontrollably.

“Bucky!” You can’t stay silent. “I’m- coming.”

“Come for me, doll. Make a mess.” His thrusts grow sloppier. You can see he’s losing control because of you. “So fucking pretty. Can’t believe I get to see you like this.” You are sure his grip on your ass will leave some bruises, but you don’t care. It feels so good. He makes you feel so good. “Oh fuck!”

He looks so pretty while he’s coming. The way he moans… The way his eyes flutter with each thrust… You watch every detail while coming yourself, wanting to memorize it.

Then he opens his eyes. His pretty blue eyes shine in a way that feels warm, cozy, and downright giddy.

“I can’t believe we really did that.” He’s still holding you. You wonder how that is even possible. You always thought he looked strong, but this is on another level.

“Now tell me,” You sound confident and satisfied. “For how long did you want to do that?”

He chuckles in a way that makes you feel needy all over again.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

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miguelhugger2099 · 1 month

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Eye for an Eye

Summary: Miguel rescues you in an ugly way. A/N: my guilty pleasure is sometimes i wanna be saveddd Warnings: Brief suggestion to sexual harrassment/assault, a bit of violence.

Somehow in the year 2099, most people didn't understand that Spider-Man in this age didn't follow the famous "no killing" rule that the original Spider-Man upheld in the Heroic Age. Most people meaning criminals.

Spider-Man, even when saving people from falling from skyscrapers or punching Public Eye scum in the face, if pushed to his limits- he would kill. This was his rules, his timeline, his Nueva York and if some pesky criminal wouldn't understand that then he'd get rid of them by any means.

So where do you come in all this?

Despite your efforts at secrecy, in the dead of night Spider-Man would often escort you home after work or if you had gotten into trouble with some purse snatcher. Other times, he'd sneak in your apartment window after a long fight, wanting to see you and have you patch up the wounds that would take a little more time to heal.

Spider-Man had revealed to you that he was actually Miguel O'Hara, the handsome stranger that had seemingly bumped into you more and more often after your very first encounter with Spider-Man. Having already been in an established relationship, you felt your heart drop at this major secret.

A part of you was angry at him for not telling you. For revealing your feelings about Miguel to his alter ego Spider-Man and making a fool of yourself. For all the nights he cancelled seeing you without explanation-something that put a strain on your relationship for a while.

However the other half of you was drowned in worry. So all those times his masked covered face had come in to see you, bloody and bruised while you fixed him up, it was all him. He could die, you told him. Why would he do this to himself?

"I haven't been good all my life," He groaned while you pressed a damp cloth to his wound one night. "I think of all this as repentance for being a shocking moron in my earlier years."

"There are other ways to repent. Like donating to charity or some confession booth at a church. Not some...Not risking your life." You could barely look at him, tears brimming your eyes and threatening to fall while it clouded your vision.

"I'm not religious." Miguel replies. "It wouldn't mean anything with these in my body now. They'd probably still send me to Hell regardless." He lifts his hand, his talons auto extracting from his fingertips and he feels the bile from his stomach stir, an urge to vomit at the disgust of himself.

He forces his talons back into his fingertips so he could tilt your chin up to face him. His thumb caressed your cheek to wipe off a stray tear that had fallen. "I'm sorry I put this all on you." He whispers.

You shake your head. "You're stupid, I always knew that," You sniffle and Miguel bites his cheek so he doesn't smile. "But I could help you better now. I...I know who you are and everything makes sense now, we could-"

Miguel stops you by shushing you. "No, no, no. You're not helping me anymore." Your heart drops again.

"What do you mean?"

"This is the last time we'll see each other."

Your jaw drops this time. Eyes that widened in shock now turn to anger. "Shock, Miguel. I knew you were an asshole but breaking up with me after revealing your secret identity to me has got to be one of the lowest things you're doing."

You lean away from him, bloodied and dried cloth thrown at his chest. "I was useful when you could just pop in whenever? No strings attached–was it fun?" You scoff in hurt.

Miguel grits his teeth. "No, carajo, it's-it's me-"

"Don't bullshit me Miguel with that it's not you, it's me rhetoric." You cross your arms tightly to your chest.

"It's dangerous!" He barks back.

"Like it wasn't dangerous before?"

"It was! That's why I can't come back! I can't let myself lead them to you!" Miguel sits up and grabs onto your shoulders tightly and gives you a firm shake. His hands shake as he holds you, his head hanging. "This...this power of mine. I...it can lead so many of those assholes to you." He whispers. "I trusted you enough to come here, which I hate myself for. I should’ve never involved you in any of this.” Miguel’s hands fall from your shoulders and down your arms to grip your hands in his. “I’ve already put you in so much danger. If you got hurt, I don’t know what I’d do.”

The feeling of his talons pricking your skin and the sight of his fangs leaking a drop of his venom made you think maybe he did know what he’d do. He would just really want to avoid it.

“Miggy,” You say softly. “How about you let me make that choice? Now that I know, it doesn’t scare me. Do you know why?” You take your right hand out his grip to cup his cheek. His tired eyes look up to yours, nostril dried with blood and a scar on his forehead that surely needed bandages.

“Because I know you’ll protect me. You’re Spider-Man.” You lean in closer, Miguel under your spell. “Let me help you. That’s my decision. In return, if I’m ever a damsel in distress, I hope you’ll help me.” You give him a small smile and his hand covers yours on his cheek. He squeezes your fingers. “I promise.” He swears. Miguel always kept his promises even if he stumbled on the way. So when he went to visit you after his nightly patrol, he didn’t expect to see your entire apartment in disarray. His mask phases off his head, scarlet eyes wide and panicked. He gulps down his fear, muscles tense as he steps into your room. Blankets and pillows on the floor, some slashed and stuffing being poured out the seams. Your desk that held photos of you and your friends had also fallen to the floor, glass shattered and frames broken. Miguel takes another quiet step outside of your room. Your entire living room was a mess. Your couch had been moved and cut in half, lamps cracked and more photos on the floor. His heart stops when he sees blood in the kitchen. Some of the knives had been taken and another wave of fear splashes down his spine. It was clear there had been some sort of resistance with whoever took you. Whoever took you. Who took you? Miguel feels the fear morph into rage, his mask phasing back on his head. “Lyla. Scan this place.” He growls. His AI assistant glitches into existence, her eyes behind her pink heart shaped glasses full of worry. She begins phasing in and out of different places while Miguel lets the anger fester in his body. HIs talons on his fingers and feet itch to come out, to be sharpened for whatever poor soul’s flesh he’ll rip into. His fangs seep out his paralyzing venom, his tongue licking off the excess. Lyla appears in front of him, more meek and smaller compared to her usual upbeat and sarcastic nature. She knew there was a time and a place. “The blood isn’t hers. They most likely knocked her out since there’s no trace of her own blood around. Fingerprints on the knife handle are hers. No other DNA samples could be acquired.”

Miguel walks towards the entrance of your apartment. His hand grazes the door frame that had been split apart. Lyla appears next to him. “Forced entry, probably by foot. There’s some traces of wet soil–mainly seawater. I’ve tracked several fishing ports–most in Staten Island.” She displays holograms of different spots, standing tall by his side while he skims through. “Did you find a match on the blood?” His voice rumbles. “Negative, Miguel. None in the criminal database, including The Raft. Looks like this is the work of someone new.” Miguel grows furious. He roars as he punches his hand through the already destroyed couch. Some novice wants his attention so badly, he’s willing to piss him off for it. Miguel swings out of your place and searches the entirety of Staten Island’s fishing ports until he finds the one he was looking for. You don’t know where you are but you can feel everything. A sash was wrapped tightly around your eyes, some rope or zip ties held your wrists together and your ankles to the chair you sat on. You felt the pounding of a headache when you woke up. The last thing you remembered was one of the intruders lifting his gun and slamming the barrel down on your temple. They grew tired of you after reaching into the kitchen to protect yourself. You held them off well but you were still just one person. The sash had been lifted from your eyes and you groaned when a bright light of a lamp shined in your face. While you squinted, you could make out at least three people in front of you.

“I’m sorry about my men. They’re still a little new. You know how it is when you get trainees for a new job.” The one in the middle speaks, you noticed he also is the one that took off your sash. “What the hell was the point of all this? You just kidnap random people from their homes?” You glare up at the man and his two puppets. “Streets say you’re good friends with Spidey.” One of the smirks. “Had one of these guys watch him crawl in your window like some squashed bug.” You scoff softly, rolling your side to the side. “So what?”

The man in front shrugs. “Either you’re his whore or you know him. So which is it sweetheart?” He rests his hand on the back seat of your chair and leans in close to your face. “Who is Spider-Man?”

You licks your lips and stare back up at him, choking back the stretch his breath was. “I don’t know.”

He grins. “Hm. So you’re his whore. A special one at that. He doesn’t appear in just anyone’s home so what services do you offer him in exchange for some protection? Do they apply here? Baby, I can protect you too.”

He’s sick, your mind screamed. You struggled against your restraints.

“Shock you.” You spit on his shirt and he lands a hard slap across your cheek.

He mumbles a string of curses before grabbing your chin and forcing you to face him again. “Don’t forget who’s in the shocking chair, sweetheart. Your hero ain’t here so be a doll and shut the hell up.”

Your chest heaved up and down in deep breaths to calm your scared heart. You feel your cheek stinging and it didn’t help with this rotten man’s fingers digging into your skin.

Your silence pleases him and his other hand reaches down to your knee. “I don’t wanna hurt you, sweet thing. It’s just one simple question and I’ll let you go.” He lies. His hand rides up your thigh and your leg tries to kick him away from you but he just grips you tighter. “I don’t know.” You plead hoarsely. “I know, I know. So you say.” Out of the corner of your eye you see one of his men snatched into the darkness with a clawed hand around his mouth. Miguel. The guy in front of you digs his nails deeper in your skin and you can feel the scratch. “Eyes up here, sweetheart.” You whine at the pain, pursing your lips to keep yourself quiet. “See, Spidey’s head goes for millions of dollars–money you can’t even comprehend so if you could do your community a favor of just letting us in on some intel on the son of a bitch; that’d be great.” “You wanna kill him?” You ask breathlessly, looking to the other side to see another newbie being hindered, his neck tilted to the side while some teeth bite into his flesh. His body slowly lost consciousness and was also dragged into the darkness silently. “Most of Nueva York wants that guy dead. All the ones on top but I’m dirt poor, sweetie. It’d be a disservice for the hero to not let me kill him. Shouldn't he give to the poor and needy?” He sighs, letting go of your cheek so both his hands rests on your upper thighs. You feel your skin crawling and try to move away as far as you can in your seat. “But you don’t know anything do you? Then I’d be doing a disservice by throwing out some useful goods here, don't you think?” His grimy hands grip your hips, looping his fingers around your jean belt loops. Before you could even think, the man is instantly ripped off of you by his shirt. He’s thrown back on his side, skidding as he comes to a halt. Spider-Man towers in front of you, his back facing you. You could still see the rage oozing from his suit, shoulders and muscles tense and claws out. His chest rises and falls with each jagged breath, the only sound coming out of him.

“Spider-Man!” The man growls, stumbling to get back on his feet. His pistol had slipped from the back of his jeans, sliding away from him. “Dammit–Darrell! Fernando!” He calls to his two men but he freezes. On the floor are both his associates, one’s clothes ripped apart with claw marks on his chest, the other with his jaw slacked open and two puncture holes in his neck–a strange mixture of blood and another liquid oozing from the wound. He lets out a strangled scream as he looks back up at Spider-Man. His tall frame stalks over to him but the man crawls to find his gun. Before he could grab it, Miguel stomps on the man's arm, giving a satisfying crack to his bone which the man cries out painfully. While he writhes on the concrete ground, Miguel grabs onto his broken arm and lifts him up–he screams, trying to push Miguel away. “You wanted to kill me?” Miguel growls, his voice deep and menacing. The man pleads for his life and another set of footsteps come from behind. “Shoot him!” The man yells as Miguel looks back over his shoulder. The rest of the group comes up from behind Miguel, raising–what Miguel considers pathetic–guns up to his face. The eyes on Miguel’s mask squint slightly and just as quickly, he turns with the man in his hands and uses his body to protect himself from the onslaught of bullets. The man’s entire group fires and every single bullet pierces into his body, splattering blood on the ground and Miguel’s suit. Miguel makes sure that you weren’t hit at any moment. Miguel tosses the limp corpse to the side and pounces into the group, attaching his fangs into some man’s neck while his talons ripped along his arm to let go of the rifle he was holding. Chaos ensues and they all begin shooting at one another in hopes that one shot could land on Spider-Man. Miguel’s claws ripped apart limbs and skin, every single hand that raised against you was littered to the ground. He continues to swing and jump around, letting everyone get lost in the confusion before tearing through chests and stomachs. His rage knew no bounds at the moment. He had planned to just come in secretly while he still had a part of his mind. Get in, use his venom, take you and get out. But when he saw what that scum would’ve done to you, touching you, gripping onto you–he lost his mind. Even with Lyla’s brief protest, Miguel couldn’t help but want to tear him apart. So he did.

It wasn’t often Miguel had to be reduced to such measures but everyone had their limits. By the time it was over, he barely noticed how silent it had become. His ears were still ringing, he felt like he was underwater as he gulped in heaps of air. “Miguel!” He hears Lyla yell at him. He snaps his head to where he heard her voice, blind rage melting when he sees you still in the chair. He sees Lyla with her arms crossed, her little foot tapping angrily in mid-air. Lyla had done her best to cover your sight and hearing of the crime Miguel had done with holograms of whatever–surely it was much nicer than watching Miguel gnaw off a piece of someone’s throat. Miguel glances at his hands stained and dripping with blood. He wipes them on his legs, hoping to get it off him before you could see. He falls to his knees in front of you with a soft whine of your name and his mask phases off. “Lyla, blur the room.” Lyla does as told and lets you see him. Your eyes are concerned and scared. “Miggy…” You whisper, feeling the trauma set in. “I’m here, I’m here–I told you I’d protect you, yeah?” Miguel uses his talons to cut off the zip ties from your wrists and ankles that were digging in your skin. Once you were free, you wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped into his arms. Miguel fell back but made sure to hug you back, his arms going around your waist while his other arm went up to cradle your head. He buried himself in your shoulder, breathing in the mixture of your natural scent and the scent of the man. He growled and held you tighter. He’d do something about that smell.

“I was so scared–I didn’t know what to do–How did you find me?” You babbled as you finally felt safe enough to sob and cry. “Don’t worry about that. You’re safe. You’re okay.” Miguel reassures you, kissing your temple and cheek, pulling away gently to brush your messy hair away from your face. He wipes your tears with the back of his hand, unintentionally leaving a bloody mark. “Shit..” He mumbles, ashamed and pulls his hand away. You stop him, holding his hand back to your cheek. You just wanted to feel him, his warmth. You weren’t stupid. You knew what happened when Lyla put up holograms that blurred what you weren’t supposed to see. You didn’t care. May they rot. “Thank you.” You whimpered. “Thank you.” Miguel presses a kiss to your forehead. “Always. I’ll take you home.” “But, my apartment–” You try to speak as Miguel moves to hold your body in one hand while he swings on his web with the other. “Not your apartment. Mine. My penthouse. I’m never leaving you out of my sight again.” Your arms were securely around his neck. He was still tense but much less before. You tried to look back down but he squeezed you tighter– he didn’t want you to see.

For tonight, he’d take care of you just like all those nights you took care of him.

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ashwhowrites · 21 days

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Can you write something like Billy Hargrove x reader x Eddie Munson, but Enemies to lovers? Idk, I think those two x reader can be an interesting combination!

Lord this is from January, I am so sorry it took me forever to get this out. I don't want to ramble about myself, but thank you for your patience.

This trio is definitely different, and that excited me. I hope you love this! I had a lot of fun with these 2. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

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I think Billy would be against it at first, and it would take him time to realize what he felt for Eddie....was sexual

Billy and Y/N were already together, it wasn't always the best relationship. There was a lot of toxic jealousy but it kept their relationship hot.

Y/N was attractive, and she had this look, not many other girls had

She was confident and stepped all over Billy, something no one else could say they did

Billy was wrapped around her finger. If he barked, she barked louder. If he punched a wall, she kicked the door.

Sometimes they were enemies, and sometimes they were so in love it was magic

Their relationship was doing well until Eddie Munson started making the moves on Y/N

Y/N couldn't lie to herself or Billy. She found Eddie attractive and loved the attention he put on her.

Eddie didn't know at first she was taken. He simply thought he was putting the moves on a single girl.

Until Billy knocked his ass out at a party after he slipped Y/N his number....or maybe it was the fact he slipped his tongue in her mouth that made Billy lose it

The couple fought about it for weeks

But neither could call it quits

Even under their burning hatred, there was so much love

Billy wouldn't dare admit it, but watching Eddie and Y/N makeout like no one else mattered tightened his jeans

With her whines and his deep groans, Billy couldn't get it out of his mind

Turns out he even dreamed about it

Y/N smirked as Billy rubbed his hard-on against her leg

His body was asleep but his mind was awake with imagination

"Good girl....suck him harder..." Billy moaned, his words heavy and caused a shiver to run through Y/N's body

"Daddy's good girl.....and Daddy's good boy"

Y/N reached down, grabbing Billy's cock, thankfully he was already naked from their time before bed

Billy jolted awake, his blue eyes looking up to find her

"Whatcha dreaming about?" She teased, she knew she was the girl in the dream, but the boy? She had an idea

"you," he said, his hand sliding into her underwear

"And?" she pressed, moaning as his fingers slipped easily inside of her

"Eddie Munson"

After that night, she had the idea to see what the three of them could do for each other

The couple landed at another party, and they stumbled into a random bedroom

"Ready?" she asked, Billy's tongue on her neck

"I'll get him," Billy smirked, smacking her ass as he ran out the door

Eddie was confused when Billy walked up to him, and Y/N was nowhere near him

He was even more confused when Billy dragged him upstairs and threw him into a room where Y/N sat naked on the bed

"What is going on?" Eddie asked, he was a little scared. But so turned on by the way Y/N opened her legs. Her sweet cunt made him gulp

"Go taste her, I'm gonna watch," Billy whispered into Eddie's ear

Eddie shivered as Billy's hands wrapped around his body. His hard chest against his back. Billy's hands went under Eddie's shirt and took it off

"She makes a mess, don't wanna ruin your clothes." Billy teased, sending a wink to his girlfriend

"Crawl to me," Y/N demanded, Eddie gulped and dropped to his knees. He crawled towards her and Billy walked behind him

"You are gonna eat me out, then Billy is gonna fuck you so good while I suck you off, got it?" She asked, Eddie looked up at her with puppy eyes. He nodded

Eddie felt like his body was on fire that whole night

Her lips around him and Billy pushing inside of him

"You are all ours now, pretty boy," Billy growled as he covered Eddie's back in his cum

After that, the three were never apart

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mcondance · 1 month

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southern fantasy

— this is indulgently a self-ship. | reader is explicitly and beautifully Black southern (specifically from louisiana). this is literally the definition of “i wrote this for myself, but you can read it too.” | no smut 😱 | hotch got me writing fluff yall do you know how out of character this is for me? | inspired by @murdrdocs’s persisting southern enthusiasm with her characters | story is non-linear mostly, just snapshots if you wanna call it that

1.2k words of fluff and southern fantasy, ft hotch. a love letter to my state, and to hotch.

in the car, hotch’s finger taps in time against the steering wheel, sliding gracefully into the rhythm of the song rumbling out of the stereo. the sun is setting, casting a glow over his face, outlining his prominent nose and cheeks, lighting up the smile on his face.

southern skies are beautiful when you’ve got hotch to see them with.

the south is your home, your territory, your space. hotch, on the other hand, is new. he was fresh, but he’s fit in so well. the difference in birthplaces was stark, at the start, hotch’s eyes gaining a youthful glow every time you showed him a green bayou or took him to a gas station in the middle of nowhere with chicken and meat pies so hot he laughed through the burn.

he still sees everything like it’s new, eyes surveying the small towns you take him through, telling him you have family from here or there, about how your dad knows someone from here and your mom’s childhood friend lives here now. but he’s experienced, has a thing for the nights when it’s quiet out, when even in your bed he can hear the crickets chirping just outside the window.

he likes the drives, the rolling roads and graveled streets and towns that pop up here and there. the breaks in trees that reveal a church, the yellow, faded Dollar General signs and the pastures with cows and horses grazing away.

the towns are his favorite, though. small and cozy, one store for everyone, a mom & pop shop, a church.

lousiana summers are hot, bright and burning and, with the proper precautions, he can enjoy you in the sunshine. under the shade of pecan trees, a distance away from the playground, you sit across him on a checkered blanket, and it looks the image of a picnic date, your dress loose and flowing.

the nights are his favorite, too. you’d both picked a house on the edge of town, half an hour away from the nearest big store, where it’s more practical to hit a market or a gas station than drive to Walmart.

so at night, when it gets dark, it gets dark. he’s never seen the stars so clear until he met you. you and your southern wit entranced him and are still entrancing him now. he likes the subtle differences, the different ways you go about things.

and if he’s being honest, your drawl makes his head spin. he hangs on your words, on the elongated syllables and sour twang and how your accent grows deeper when you’re angry about something, or when you’re so excited your words twist and curl around themselves.

he can’t help but poke fun at you for it sometimes, when you’re speaking normally and a word comes out a little more flavored than the others.

he repeats it to you in his own voice, laughing as you scold him, saying he knew you were country when he met you.

“i did,” he concedes, and it’s like a gut-punch every time he speaks with such fondness about anything related to the relationship you two have shared.

you showed him a different kind of southern, one that isn’t horses and cowboy boots, but parties with familiar songs and a city where everyone knows everyone, nights with fireflies, and foxes you just barely catch glimpses of, rap groups proclaiming their pride in their southern heritage and experiences you only know if you’ve been here.

he’s learned some party songs, and you’ve taught him the dances. he’s so comfortable with them now that he can do them with his arms draped over your shoulders, leaning into the groove as the family you welcomed him into enjoys themselves around him.

he’s a dream at the backyard parties. he lets the kids bounce him on the trampoline, and hang off his shoulders, and pretends like he doesn't see your little cousins sneaking up on him with water guns that look more like water bazookas.

“you know, if that thing isn’t registered, i could confiscate it,” he jokes, dripping with water and too entertained to even fein professionalism.

your cousins shriek with delight, running off to no doubt refill their guns and attack him again.

he’s got rhythm, for a white guy, still awkward but endearing and he’s got enough to make the line dances fun. he claims his favorite is a toss up between “cupid shuffle” and “candy,” but it’s obvious what he leans toward more. he hears the bassline of “candy” and he’s rising out of his chair with a beer in his hand and turning to pull you up too, dancing you backwards into the mass of your family.

your love for him grows with every party you attend, with every dramatic slap he delivers to the ground.

he watches you run and play with your siblings, grown but morphing into the children in the pictures hanging on the walls of the house, your dress soft and purple and flowing and he falls further in love when he hears you scream “stop, i’m not playin’ with you,” all country and playful and beautiful.

inside, squeezed up beside you on a chair, the darkness of night falling over the party and moving everyone inside, his heart is light. he goes back for more plates than he’s proud of, pretending like he doesn’t hear a cousin or aunt giggling at you as he walks away with the promise of bringing you more lemonade.

he’s grown accustomed to the hour long goodbyes, where he’s still talking to your dad or brother about something or the other with his keys dangling in his hand and you talking to your aunt as she plates and wraps up another bowl of her banana pudding.

and the drives. god, the drives. he traded his big truck in for a lowrider at your request, an old car from the 70s that’ll fall apart before it needs to hit the shop. he’s navigated this road more times than he can count, knows what gas station is where and when to look out for the nasty bends and twists that are so prevalent back here.

there’s a CD labeled with yours and hotch’s name in the player, fashioned with hearts all around and a plus between the two names. the sunset flows in through the window, eclipsing hotch’s face and molding him so perfectly with the sky you swear he belongs there.

high and happy, the gas station stop is silly, you fill the small space up with your laughs and chopped up words and hotch laughs with you, finding humor in the smallest things with you.

there’s soft conversation and snacking and feeding him food, him trying and holding his own on a particularly difficult song. he slows the car down, at times, cruises way under the limit cause he just wants to look at you, wants to indulge in the sight of you while he listens to you speak in that tone he can’t get enough of.

he really can’t get over your accent. he gets wrapped up in the push and pull of it, the lows and the highs and the way you sometimes sound like a southern belle, sweet-talking him into staying in bed another hour or hitting the store nearest your house for a drink.

his ears perk up when he hears the subtle (and sometimes, not so subtle) inflection, the way you say “baby,” how his name sounds different from your mouth. he’s wrapped up in a southern girl, in the life he’s grateful to have been given.

southern nights with hotch, through the window of a car or in a closed-in porch on a house in the middle of nowhere, are a dream. a fantasy.

#hotch x reader #hotch fluff #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotchner x black reader #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner fluff #hotch x y/n #hotch x you #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #— 🎠

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kittycatlukey · 1 year

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⚠️ TW ~ Contains Some Mature Content (NSFW) And Some Vague Mentions Of Abuse‼️

⚠️ Also Contains The Walking Dead Spoilers‼️

🏹Dating Daryl Dixon Would Include🏹

-Random motorcycle rides

-“Wanna go for a ride with me?” You’d ask your boyfriend, Daryl Dixon.

-“Sure. But what kind?”

-“Daryl, get your head out of the gutter.”

-Continuous, never-ending teasing

-“You got sumthin’ on yer cheek. Lemme get it.” Daryl would say, wiping your walker blood covered face. He would lean in close, acting like he was going to kiss you but quickly pull away.

-“Daryllllll, enough with the teasing. Just kiss me already.”

-The two of you going on runs together. He would always save your ass

-Listening to music together often. You two had similar tastes in music. Metal, rock, alternative, pop, rap, classical— he liked it all. And whatever you liked, he would usually like.

-Dancing to your favorite songs together.

-Daryl wasn’t too big on PDA.

-The only thing you two did in public was hold hands.

-Occasionally, you’d kiss his cheek in public. Nothing more.

-You two knew each other for yearsssss before y’all became a thing. The two of you were best friends

-You told him how you really felt about him first. And it took him a while to admit his to you. But he came around after a few months

-Going hunting and fishing together. Not just for bringing food back to your group but also for good bonding time. You and Daryl considered them dates

-PICNIC DATES

-One thing’s for sure, Daryl was loyal to you

-“I couldn’t imagine myself with nobody else, sunshine.”

-Him teaching you everything he knows about survival. He taught you how to track shit, how to build a fire, etc.

-Daryl loved to hug you from behind. He would always kiss the top of your head

-But he also enjoyed hugging your waist while you wrapped your arms around his neck as he dug his face in your shoulder.

-Him always being the big spoon when cuddling but secretly loves when you’re the big spoon.

⚠️-He occasionally asks you if you still love him [insecure Daryl😢]. Mainly because of his abusive father in the past. But you try your best to reassure him. It breaks your heart… This especially happens after a big argument. [Poor Daryl doesn’t have enough confidence 😞]

-Jealous Daryl

-He would get jealous of Rick. He wouldn’t get jealous of anyone else. The way he carried himself, and the way Rick talked to you. The way he could make you laugh. It made Daryl insecure. But you always made sure to remind Daryl that you loved him and only him. And it helped put your man’s mind at ease.

-At one point, things got way out of hand. Rick was getting too handsy with you and Daryl completely lost it. There was a line that Rick crossed when he placed his hand on your hip and left it there and you became uncomfortable. It took a lot to get Daryl mad enough to punch Rick, but enough was enough. Abraham, Glenn, and Aaron had to get Daryl away from Rick before he beat him to a pulp.

-Later, Rick apologized (to you and Daryl) and acknowledged that he went too far and didn’t mean it in that way. And you both forgave him but Daryl never forgot it. He was always wary about Rick if he was close to you. But he knew he wouldn’t do anything. He was with Michonne now. Daryl still considered Rick his brother and trusted him with his life. Rick was just too flirty with you sometimes and that pushed Daryl over the edge. And it never happened again after that. Daryl figured Rick learned his lesson.

-His way of showing you love and affection are acts of service and gifts. Although you thrive on giving him words of affirmation, spending quality time with him, and using physical touch.

⚠️⚠️⚠️

-Daryl and you loved passionate, hot, lust-filled kisses and makeout sessions. But the two of you also enjoyed the gentle, soft, kisses filled with nothing but love. It just depended on your moods

-In the bedroom, Daryl was often on top, but didn’t mind when you got on top. He enjoyed watching your face as he made love to you, but also liked when you would ride him.

-He was a giver and a receiver, but mainly wanted to pleasure you. He focused on you. He worshipped you.

-Daryl wanted to make sure you two wouldn’t get caught when making love, by a walker or someone else. And he wanted to ensure your safety. Although having sex in the woods or fucking on his motorcycle has crossed his mind more than once. He wanted to make sure it was alright with you first. But he preferred your intimate times in a warm, soft, big bed.

-He definitely has a daddy kink.

-Daryl loves to experiment and is down to try anything. He just wouldn’t be willing to try anything that could hurt you.

-Wax playyyyy

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hiorintruther · 1 year

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Sometime is wish the homoerotic undertones of Blue Lock could be somewhat canonised for Ryusae specifically…

Purely because I think Shidou would use it to absolutely harass Rin to no end. Like, they’re currently stuck on the same team together so imagine Shidou just walking past Rin one morning and going “how goes things, future brother-in-law?” and Rin being absolutely LIVID at the notion that Sae has somehow made his life EVEN WORSE by dating the person he hates probably second most in the world (the first being Sae himself, of course).

Or Rin commenting on how Shidou’s performance on the field was “lukewarm” and Shidou just responds with “funny, that’s not what your brother told me last-“ and he wouldn’t get to finish because Rin has already gone in for a punch. Of course, Shidou is being all talk here. He just wants to really twist the knife and see what happens.

Or maybe one day Loki chastises Rin’s personality and Shidou takes the opportunity to say smth like “y’know, when me and Sae have kids I want their uncle to be someone who’s actually fun to be around”.

Or Shidou just drops random one-liners during training that have varying degrees of truth behind them (aka they’re usually completely untrue and Shidou is fully just trying to wind Rin up), like “I’m planning mine and Sae’s wedding rn. Do you want to be my best man coz I think Sae’s first choice is Aiku.”

Some other random one-liners I think Shidou would make up to piss Rin off include:

“I hope family dinners don’t get to awkward… since we’re colleagues, and all. Ideally I wouldn’t want to impose myself but you know how demanding Sae can be.”

“I’m so glad I don’t have your number coz some of the stuff I send Sae is for his eyes only.”

“What emojis do you associate Sae with? I’m changing his contact name atm. I was gonna go with red heart, peach, tongue, blushing face… but I need a second opinion.”

“God I miss Sae! Next time I see him I’m gonna hug him so tight and never let him go and stroke his luscious, soft hair that combs through my fingers while we make out and-“ (gets punched)

“What sort of presents does Sae like? I’m just thinking ahead to our anniversary. I wanna surprise him.”

*waxing shitty, made up poetic about Sae at 3am: “…and his (Sae’s) thrilling aura of power that could change the heart of any beast… unlike his brother whose vibes are constantly rancid…”

Like he doesn’t have to make jabs at Rin’s appearance or performance on the field. The mere fact that Sae is dating Shidou is enough to fill Rin with unbridled amounts of rage, which ends up becoming an impossibly easy punchline. Rin ends up getting so angry and violent-minded that he fumbles over his comebacks and ends up making a fool of himself. Idk I just think Shidou would be able to find every possible way to use his relationship with Sae to drive Rin up the wall. Kaneshiro please canonise Ryusae specifically because I think Shidou would find it a comedy goldmine.

#blue lock #bllk #ryusae #shidou ryusei #itoshi sae #itoshi rin #I just think it would be funny #and very in-character for Shidou #of course it comes at Rin’s expense poor baby #but also it tickles my funnybone your honour

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haechanhues · 1 year

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pairing : secret boyfriend! lee know x fem!reader x fake boyfriend! han

genre : fluff. angst. sex is implied.

warnings : swearing. very crude and sometimes dark humour. fights. sappy shit. insults directed at skz members and other idols (that do not reflect my own thoughts but this is not to be confused with the actual members and insults directed at them). arguments. namecalling. jealousy. drama. there’s some toxic elements within this story. very suggestive comments.

summary : you have two boyfriends. one’s fake and the other a secret. one is avoiding love whilst the other is slowly opening himself to it. a story in which one’s cowardice, another’s insecurities and your own volition leads you here, overwhelmed and exhausted, in the middle of two best friends.

status : completed

taglist : @soobin-chois @penny-quinn @brit97 @bestleeknowstan @hhjkji @skzgallll @aspenwritesstuff @amara-mars @midsoulz @flvr4ane @01liacore @septicrebel @sheiiy

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banner : I made it myself! Which is why I also have to point out something that is just irritating me the longer i look at it...please excuse the fact that Han’s picture doesn’t quite align with the box inside the polaroid shape. ‘You don’t even notice it’ Yes but I can’t unsee it now that I’ve seen it and it will bother me.

written chapter : *

moodboard | profile 1 | profile 2

prologue

chapter one : spreads like wildfire

chapter two : idiot patrol feat. reason + gf

chapter three : cute nicknames are a necessity

chapter four : left nutless king

chapter five : trained to annoy

chapter six : the hunted : exhibit a

chapter seven : the hunted : exhibit b

chapter eight : the hunted : exhibit c + d

chapter nine : the hunted : exhibit e

chapter ten : the hunted : exhibit f

chapter eleven : turn in your pitchforks

chapter twelve : can’t make that kind of shit up!

chapter thirteen : the freedom in different

chapter fourteen : a movie kiss

chapter fifteen : sounds culty

chapter sixteen : he’s right there *

chapter seventeen : need

chapter eighteen : you’re glowing

chapter nineteen : the one time felix almost broke up a fake relationship

chapter twenty : short of rabid *

chapter twenty one : the only third wheeler

chapter twenty two : taco-twosday

chapter twenty three : prague inspired

chapter twenty four : pho sure

chapter twenty five : family beach day

chapter twenty six : stacks *

chapter twenty seven : sad movies

chapter twenty eight : fuck bitches get money

chapter twenty nine : because

chapter thirty : three punches for the pretty one

chapter thirty one : nerves

chapter thirty two : queen st

chapter thirty three : been chillin’

chapter thirty four : ‘i feel like being alone’ sad

chapter thirty five : gossip in the quad

chapter thirty six : bringing our girl home

chapter thirty seven : chicken chop

chapter thirty eight : jester’s play *

chapter thirty nine : talk to her

chapter forty : you can’t even say it *

chapter forty one : crime against humanity

chapter forty two : i wanna try this

chapter forty three : a place you and i know

chapter forty four : little kitten

chapter forty five : hope you’re hungry

chapter forty six : quotes

chapter forty seven : chocolate bars

chapter forty eight : our (drunken) hymns

chapter forty nine : hallucinating

chapter fifty : the first piece

author’s confessions + thank you wrap up

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petersbaby · 2 years

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Stepbro!eddie installment #2

*disclaimer that you are 18*

Warnings: I can’t think of any, other than stepcest. the smut in this one is pretty vanilla.

This version sucks tbh, I accidentally pressed “cut” on the story that I had finished writing yesterday when I was trying to copy it from my notes app. It kinda made me wanna scream. I was so happy with it too.

“So, you do a lot of studying last night? Do you think you’re ready for the test today?” Your mom asks.

You four were eating breakfast. You, your mom, your mom’s boyfriend, and you stepbrother Eddie.

“I did, and I’m ready. Gonna do well, I hope.”

“No you didn’t, you stayed up and watched a movie with me last night. And we-“

You kicked Eddie’s shin underneath the table. You chug the rest of your orange juice, grab your backpack and slip into your boots as you head out the door. With the gravel crunching beneath your feet, you walk up to Eddie’s van and hop in so he can take you both to school. You wait, wondering what the fuck he could possibly be taking so long for. Impatiently, you reach over and honk the horn. Moments later, he comes out of the door with a pop tart in his mouth. Approaching the driver’s side door, he yanks it open and gets in.

“Can you get it moving? Your slowness is gonna make us late.”

“You are so annoying. You know that?” His voice sounds different from one that matches the words. You can tell he’s just joking, but get a little sassy anyways.

“You’re the annoying one.”

“Am not. How am I annoying?” He questions, his mouth full and you look away as it’s gross to see the food in his mouth as he talks. “Gross”, you mumble to yourself.

“Well for one, you’re constantly teasing me. You keep almost telling them.”

“I do not.” He says with a frown.

“You literally JUST did it five minutes ago. Sometimes you just can’t shut up.”

“Chill out. Your mom or my uncle will only find out if you keep being loud like you were last night. ‘Oh, Eddie, ohmygod’” he mocks your moans. You punch him in the arm with enough force that he winces.

“Shut up.”

Once you arrive at school, you quickly jump out of the van, not wanting to be seen in his rust bucket of a vehicle. You run to the main entrance, leaving him behind.

Once home that day, you drop your bag at the door and kick off your shoes. Today was a short day for everyone, getting off an hour early which meant your parents were likely still at work. All you knew is at least for now they were, both cars gone when you pulled into the driveway.

As you walk to your room, you’re pulled into the hallway bathroom. You gasp slightly at the surprise. Eddie closes the door behind you both, as he presses you up against the bathroom counter, to which you jump up to sit on the surface near the sink. He kisses you desperately, like he can’t breathe without his lips on yours. He runs his hands up the curve of your waist underneath your t shirt, eventually venturing upwards to grab your breast and squeeze it over your bra. You’re flustered, but finally remember that you shouldn’t be doing this.

“Wait stop, they’re gonna be home soon.”

“You have no idea what it does to me to see you at school looking all cute, not being able to touch you or kiss you in front of anyone.”

He places kisses up and down your neck while continuing to grope you beneath your shirt, lightly as to not make marks.

“You’re so beautiful, I just want you all to myself. I own you, you’re mine. My pretty little sister.”

At this sensation of his breath on your neck and his possessive but exciting words, you cave. You pull him off of your to look him in the eyes.

“Okay, but you’ve gotta be quick.”

“I can do that.”

You unbutton your jeans, lifting your backside up off the counter as you slide them off. He’s so desperate, ravenous, and takes no time with unbuttoning his own, taking off his shirt as well. He presses against you again, this time more intimate because you can feel his clothed boner against your clothed pussy, just begging for direct contact.

You kiss passionately, deeply, but not so deep that tongues were involved. The perfect medium, his lips were perfect, always soft and plump,

“These need to go. Take them off.” He says, pulling at the waistband of your panties and you oblige, slipping them off your legs leaving you half naked. You watch as he eagerly gets out of his own underwear, coming back to line himself up to you and push inside.

You moan at the feeling, the perfect feeling of him being inside you. He returns to your neck, licking up and down it, and kissing and nibbling on your ear which gives you goosebumps.

You throw your head back as he pushes the deepest he can go into you, the cool countertop against your ass as he thrusts.

“Who’s are you? Who’s pretty pussy is this?”

“Yours, eddie, it’s yours. I’m all yours”

He loved to be in charge, to remind you what your place is.

As much as you were enjoying it, you were paranoid. “Have to hurry, remember?”

You had realized you wouldn’t get to cum this time, but were fine with it. You just wanted him to get off so that you could get out of this risky situation.

“Right, fuck, okay”

He picks up the pace, looking down at the point where the two of you meet, watching himself go in and out of you.

“Please cum, I want it, need you to cum”, whisper in encouragement. The words made him falter, beginning to get sloppy with his movements.

He grabs the hem of your shirt, pushing it up just in time as he pulls out and cums all over your thighs and lower stomach. He catches his breath for a second, then grabs a towel from the little bathroom closet, wiping down your skin and getting all of the sticky liquid off of you.

He hands you your clothes back, and gets his back on. He kisses your forehead sweetly, right after which you hear the front door unlock and you panic, scrambling out of the bathroom and to your bedroom, attempting to look like you didn’t just have sex. Like you’d been there all along, reading a book in your bed.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #tw stepcest #stepbro!eddie

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good4olivia · 1 year

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motion sickness

aemond targaryen x reader summary: aemond finds out what happens when his dotting neice leaves him alone - this was the requested one!! a/n: yall,,, okay. the thing is, i still love aemond and have so many ideas for him but the writing part is burning out for me which suckksss cause i wanna just keep writing for him but it's hard. this will probaly be my last fic for a while, and it's not even that good. i might be able to manage some headcanons hopefully but yeah. im sorry!!

“Hello, my prince.” You smiled taking a seat next to Aemond at one of the lookouts, “It’s a beautiful day isn’t it?”

“A beautiful day for solitude, I believe.” Aemond replied not sparing you a glance.

“You’re always alone, uncle.” You replied, reaching for his hand. Sometimes he let you held his hand for a few moments before ripping it away.

This wasn’t one of those times, “How can I be alone when every where I look you are there in my shadow?”

You looked down and fiddled with your nails. Despite the pain his words always caused you, you took the punches just to be near him. He didn’t have many friends, you just wanted him to know you were always there for him.

“I always thought you liked my everlasting presence.” You laughed.

Aemond hated you laugh. He hated the way it made his chest feel warm and lighter at the same time. Hated the look in your eye that made him want to never look away.

“I tolerate it.” Is all he replied with his jaw clenched forcing himself not to look at you.

You only smiled sadly, “I will leave you to your solitude then, my prince.” You stood up and walked away, leaving Aemond relieved and upset.

—

“My prince, your niece is here to see you.” The maid announced at his doorway. Aemond sighed but signalled to let you in anyway.

“Thank you, Lyra.” You said to the maid who smiled back at you before leaving.

“You know the name of my handmaiden?” He asked, “I hope you know she is a good person. You shouldn’t harm her.”

You frowned, “You think I would hurt an innocent girl?”

“In the past you have not taken kindly too girls you think have gotten too close to me.” He reminded you.

Usually you would go and sit with him by the fireplace but you hadn’t moved from the doorway, “When we were children. I haven’t-I haven’t acted like that in a long while. Why do you still think of me that way?”

Aemond stood up and walked to meet you in the room, “Tell me then, my darling niece. If I told you that I took Lyra to bed most nights would it not make you boil over with jealousy?”

You breaths got shorter as his taunting words flew around your head. You had no idea if the words were true or only a means to hurt you. You cursed the tears that trickled down your cheeks, they only made Aemond smile with satisfaction.

“Now what’s the reason you interrupted my evening?”

“I just wanted to spend some time with you, uncle.”

“And you believed this is something I would want? To spend the few hours I have for myself with my bastard whore niece?”

You gasped at the crude insults. Aemond had never stooped so low before. You didn’t have a clever comeback or the urge to defend yourself, you only wanted to hide. So you ran out of the room and vowed never to return. You were stupid and foolish, just like your brother said every time he saw you pining for Aemond’s attention.

All you wanted was his love but it seemed you would never be enough for him. Perhaps it was time to finally start entertaining the suitors your mother always insisted you had so much of.

The same night you told your mother your new wishes, Aemond fisted his cock to the thought of you. Like he did every night. You looked so pretty when you cry, he relished in the fact that those tears were only for him. Aemond knew he was being cruel to you but it was the only he knew to keep you close. He had no idea why you were so infuriated with him and why no matter how hard he pushes you away, you never leave.

—

The King and Queen we’re hosting the Starks who had travelled all the way from the north to meet with Princess Rhaenrya who was proposing a marriage between her daughter and heir and the young Stark lord, Cregan.

Your mother was well are of your feelings for Aemond so she did not tell you right away, fearing you would not understand what would this mean. To her delight, you had come to her wanting to do your duty in marry a good lord.

To your comfort, Cregan was ever the gentleman. He kissed you hand, referred to you as his lady, was a gracious guest and got along well with your brothers. Though you had heard many cautionary tales about men who played the part of loving betrothed until the wedding night and then showed their true colours. Even with those warnings in my mind, you still basked in the attention.

“Would you care to dance my lady?” Cregan asked offering you his hand.

“Of course my lord.” You replied, taking his hand in yours and letting him lead you.

Aemond didn’t even try to hard his glare watching you dance with Cregan. Over the last two weeks he had seen you less and less. You didn’t come by his chambers anymore or seek him out when he was in the red keep. Unlike what he always said to you, he did not find any comfort in your absence.

He knew you were avoiding him after what he last said to you and it was driving him crazy. His growing frustration came to fruition when his mother informed him that the Cregan Stark was coming to marry his niece and that they would be moving to Dragonstone after. He was panicked at the thought of never seeing you again.

“Pardon me, I would like to steal my niece for a dance.” Aemond said with a tight smile as he was already taking you hand off Cregan’s shoulder.

“Uncle, don’t be rude.” You said, embarrassed. You didn’t want to scare off Cregan, your mother told you that the Starks though the Targaryen customs we’re unnatural and Aemond wasn’t exactly helping.

Cregan only smiled and told you he would check on you later. Aemond rolled his eye, why does a total fucking stranger need to check on his niece?

“I haven’t seen you in a while, sweetheart.” Aemond said as moved you to the beat of the music.

“I was giving you what you always wanted. I thought you to be thrilled but alas, nothing I ever do, including your exact instructions will ever be enough for you.” You replied, looking over Aemond’s shoulder.

He sighed, “I am only a man one year older than yourself, I am afraid I don’t always know what I want and perhaps have acted hasty in my pushing you away.”

You turned over his words in your head; the truth that was always there, hidden under his harsh gaze or the sweet words of the devil who wants only to lure you back in his control?

“How lucky for you to have this epiphany when I’m days away from being married to another.” Was you reply, looking him in the eyes.

“I will only consider myself lucky if you end this engagement to the northern cunt and agree to be my wife.” Aemond asked you.

You gasped, “You can’t say things like that at my engagement party, uncle. What if Cregan heard you?”

“I hope he did.” He held your wrist in a death grip when he felt you trying to pull away. He leaned into your ear to whisper, “You are my mine, my sweet niece. It’s what you’ve always wanted right?”

“Yes. For so long but I am afraid it’s too late, my prince. Lord Stark will make a fine husband and I am to honour him.” You stood you ground. Still trying to remove your hand from his grasp but he wasn’t having any of it, the crazed look in his eye growing.

“You’ve had your fun, you’ve avoided me for weeks, made me feel what for your absence does to me and now I know I will not be without you ever again so stop being acting like you’re actually going to fucking marry the Stark because I swear if you do I’ll-“

“Aemond!” Alicent’s voice rang through the hall. Aemond hadn’t realised the music had stopped and his voice had raised and everyone heard what he had said.

You looked to Cregan, who only respectfully looked to the floor, your mother who had fire in her eyes. You finally were able to break free of Aemond’s hold and ran out the door. “Wait!” Aemond called your name as he followed you out the hall.

“My love, please slow down.” He called out to you. My love. How many nights have you dreamed of him calling you that? Now the first time he does, its in the aftermath of utterly humiliating you in front of your family and betrothed.

“I am not your love, I am not your anything.” You turned around to face him.

“Don’t say that, beautiful. Please.” He held your hands in his once again, rubbing his thumb over yours. “I know. I know- I have been nothing but good to you but, please believe me it was only because I couldn’t come to terms with how someone as beautiful and kind as you could ever love someone like me. I am not good enough for you, you always shadowing me around was just reminder of that. I couldn’t handle it, it was easier to push you away.”

You took a few breaths, “Marrying Cregan is what my mother wants.”

“What do you want?” He asked, kissing your knuckle after. Aemond definitely believed that over-compensating for the lack of affection he has shown you will help win your favour.

You just shook your head, “It doesn’t matter. I have to do my duty as heir.”

“I can’t let you marry him, [name.] I won’t let anyone take you away from me, you-“

Suddenly your mother was calling out your name, marching towards you and ripping you away from Aemond, “Mother please-“

“You are never to see my daughter again, do you understand? I will have my husband cut out your other eye if you do.” Rhaenrya threatened.

“Mother!” You gasped. It had not phase Aemond in the slightest, he was prepared for the complication that was his whore half-sister.

“In fact sweet sister, I think it’s the the other way around. Keep me from taking [name] to wife and I’ll take you’re sons eye in return.” Aemond said, words dripping with confidence.

Rhaenrya clenched her jaw and sucked a deep breath in. All the small council meetings she’d listened in on hadn’t prepared her for this moment. “Nothing has to be decided in this moment. [Name,] I will walk you to your chambers.”

Aemond didn’t let go of your wrist before kissing your hand, “I will see you in the morrow, my love.” He promised, a smirk on his face as he watched you walk off with your mother.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon imagines

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pr0fessional-cunt · 5 months

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lyrics that fit saltburn

(felix x oliver, farleigh x oliver)

“ sometimes i fantasize about faking my own death. just to see how it would make you feel “ — Maybe We’re Meant to Be Alone, Bad Suns

“ you’re so close, so close. and it’s you that i believe in, i believe in. so close, but faraway, so far i can’t touch ” — Fallen Angel ft. Aimee B, Mitsunori Ikeda

“ i’m controlled by your love and that’s plain to see. but i’m proud to be controlled, i’m proud to be controlled by your love ” — I Am Controlled By Your, Helene Smith

“ i long to beg your heart, to save the rest. i know I'll break this myself “ — Klepto, Ultra Q

“ i spent so much time; believing all the lies to keep the dream alive. now it makes me sad. it makes me mad at truth for loving what was you “ — Eyes Without a Face, Billy Idol

“ beat me up, beat me down. mess me up beyond all recognition “ — What Do They Know?, Mindless Self Indulgence

“ pull my heart out, hold it close. won’t you hug me and hold me and tell me lovely? ” — Lovely, Mt. Eddy

“ kiss me, as if you’re punching me, until my lips bleed. hold me, until my ribs make a cracking sound and break “ — Suki Suki Daisuki, Jun Togawa

“ i want to hold you close. soft breasts, beating heart. as I whisper in your ear, i want to fucking tear you apart “ — Tear You Apart, She Wants Revenge

“ and I can tell just what you want, you don't want to be alone. you don't want to be alone. and I can't say it's what you know, but you've known it the whole time “ — What You Know, Two Door Cinema Club

“ when i’m with you, i don’t wanna be with you “ — Covert, Basement

“ the world was on fire and no one could save me but you… i never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. and I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you “ — Wicked Game, Chris Isaak

#saltburn #felix catton #oliver quick #farleigh start #felix catton x oliver quick #farleigh start x oliver quick #they need a ship name #jacob elordi #barry keoghan #archie madekwe #gay #lyrics #lyric quotes #lyric posting

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One Admiral's Daughter (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Simpson!Reader

Summary: Of all the people in the bar, Bradley's eyes decided to set themselves on a forbidden fruit.

Warnings: Light cursing, sexual innuendos (but nothing happens really), fluff, sexual tension

Words: 4,107

Author's Note: I whipped this out of my brain the last minute because I thought that it has been months since I wrote and this has been in my drafts for as long as I can remember. I hope you like it :')

Damn, it's bitter. You thought as the warm remains of the vodka scratched your throat. You shoved the glass away from you as you stared at it with so much hate.

"What did the glass do, dear?" Penny asks as she places a cold glass of beer in front of you. You groaned as you leaned away from the counter.

"I'm bored, Pen. Why can't I just work for you?"

Penny smiles, "You know I can't hire you, that's an order from your Dad."

You rolled your eyes and sighed. Your dad always loved to ruin everything for you. You never know how he always knew what you were doing despite him being really busy with his work. Sometimes, you'd even think he had been sending someone to spy on you when he was not around. "Fine, I guess I'll just sit here and try not to go mad with boredom."

Penny ruffled your hair as she chuckles. "Silly, why don't you just go to your office or the base to kill your time?"

You shook your head. "First, office hours are 'till 1 pm only, and second, Dad's office is too quiet for me. The Hard Deck is literally the only place that's keeping me sane, Pen."

"Well, what about you go dancing now since it's almost 7pm and customers are already flooding in? Maybe you could get yourself a dance partner or something."

You grimaced. "No, thanks. I'd rather stay here and keep myself company."

"See? You won't even lift your butt out of that chair," She shakes her head, "I'll go take some orders now. Ring me up when you need more." She adds as she tapped the side of your beer mug.

You smiled at Penny before drinking from your beer again. It's going to be a long night.

"Hey, Rooster. Check her out," Payback elbows Rooster on the stomach as Rooster looks at where he was pointing.

"I love me a woman in red." Payback adds as he continues to look respectfully at the girl on a red sundress by the bar counter.

Rooster shrugged. "What about it?"

"What do you mean what about it, man? She's hot."

"How do you know that? You haven't even seen her face." Rooster punches his friend's chest lightly before looking in the girl's direction again. This time, the girl was already facing their direction, talking to a stranger with a beautiful smile on display.

Rooster forgot to breathe for a second. "What about now?" Payback asks Rooster as if he'd sensed his friend's sudden change of heart.

"You wanna know what I think?"Rooster asks, eyes still on the girl, "Hold my beer." He shoves his beer mug onto Payback's chest as he made his way to the stage.

"Oh, come on, man! I don't like where this is going." Payback groans as he saw Rooster grab a microphone.

Rooster then made his way to the jukebox to type in a song. "Trust me, Payback, " He says as the song starts, tapping Payback's chest before making his way toward his target. "This is how you get a girl."

As you drank your second beer of the night, you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. "Excuse me, miss," You turned to see who it was and saw an unfamiliar man with a mustache who had a Hawaiian shirt on with a white tank top underneath.

Your brows furrowed in confusion when another man shoved him aside. "I'm sorry, miss. He's just drunk--" His words got cut off when the mustached-man shoved him aside as well.

"I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight, I've never seen you shine so bright," He sings, stepping much closer to you. You chuckled, looking around as you saw people gather around your space to watch him sing.

"I've never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance, They're looking for a little romance, given half a chance, and I have never seen that dress you're wearing or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes, I have been blind;" He continues, as he points at you accompanied with his dramatic gestures as he sang.

You continued watching him sing since he had a wonderful voice to begin with and people started to sing with him. He then grabs a rose from a bouquet he saw at a random table, handing them to you before he concluded his song.

You gladly accepted the rose from him as he smiled in victory, mindlessly handing the microphone to his friend from earlier. "You've got a nice voice, do you sing like that to every woman you see?"

Rooster chuckles as he pulls a seat for himself. "Just the pretty ones."

"Well, how many were they?"

"Just one."

"Oh, so that makes me the second one?"

"No, the first one. I've never actually done this before," He laughs, grabbing a beer from the counter as he drank on it. "Y'know, It's crazy how I went through that just to get your name." He adds, making you giggle in response.

"You could've just asked," You shrugged, extending your hand toward him. "I'm (Y/N) Simpson."

You saw him wince at your response. "What's wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing, it's just...I've never thought of the chances of me dealing with another Simpson for today, you know?"

You tilted your head in curiosity. "Oh, you could tell me about it."

"Over beer?" He asks as he places an empty bottle on the counter. You grabbed him another cold one and placed it right in front of him. "Yup, over beer."

He muttered a small thanks as he drank before speaking. "Well, we have this superior officer at work who can be insufferable at times. Last time, he made us train 'till the wee hours of the night and uhm...I'd love to tell you more, but I think I've stressed out how much of a jerk he can be sometimes."

You leaned back against your chair and shook your head. "That sucks, like what are they? a god or something?"

"Of the Navy I suppose, he's an Admiral." He replies, making everything make sense to you.

"So, I take it that you're from the Navy." He nods. "So, you're a pilot?" You asked as he nods again, making you smile mischievously. You realized that he was actually talking about your Dad so you decided to get the whole gossip from him without him suspecting anything.

"You know what? Tell me more about this Admiral Simpson. Get it out of your chest." You encouraged him as you leaned closer to listen more carefully. He didn't seem to realize what you were doing so he continued to speak ill about your Dad the whole night.

There were times that you agreed with what he said since your dad was a bit annoying, and there were times that you'd laugh at their experiences during their training. Overall, the night became less boring when Bradley stepped in.

"So, this is it, huh? When can I see you again?" He asks as he leans his arm beside your waist, his height towering over your seated figure.

You tilted your head as you smiled at him. "I think we'll be seeing each other more often, Bradley. You can count on it." You winked at him before pushing him away gently by his chest, leaving the bar and leaving him wanting more.

The next day, you decided to spend the rest of your day at your dad's office since you just got off of work and The Hard Deck was still closed. "You could've just stayed home, (Y/N)." Your dad says as he busies himself with his paperwork.

You sat on his guest couch as you reached for the hidden stash of fashion magazines underneath his wooden center table. "It's too boring at home, dad. I promise to be on my best behavior here." You replied as you flipped the colorful pages of the magazines.

"You better be." He adds before he calls his assistant. "Yes, sir?"

"Call Lieutenant Bradshaw and Lieutenant Seresin to my office."

The assistant then leaves as you looked at your dad. "Are they gonna be here for long, dad?"

He looks up at you for a brief second before he flips the pages of his paperwork. "No, I just have to tell them something. I don't want to hear any word from you over there, am I clear?"

You rolled your eyes as you grinned wickedly, giving your dad a small salute. "Yes, sir."

As you scanned the pages of your magazine, you found an interesting read about bags, practically hiding half of your face with your magazine. You heard the door open as you saw two large figures enter the room through your peripheral vision.

"Well, gentlemen. I just want to tell you that you have done a good job on this mission," You heard your dad say as you continued to read, not minding their praise stories about some mission.

"And of course, there will be another special training detachment that both of you and the rest of the Dagger Team will execute. It will take place 3 weeks from now and I'll have Maverick relay the rest of the details of this mission. For now, I want both of you to lead the team in exercises."

"Yes, sir!" They replied in unison, making you look up at them in irritation.

Your irritation suddenly turned into fascination as you saw who it was. Bradley. He was standing upright and proper in front of your father on his flight suit. You grinned as you closed the magazine you were reading, propping your head on your hand as you crossed your legs in the process.

Oh, how you couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he notices you. As your father dismissed them, they turned in your direction to head to the door and Bradley stopped in his tracks when he spotted you.

You swiftly glanced at your dad who was currently busy signing his paperwork before turning your eyes toward him again as you waved at him and gave him a smile. A flash of realization washed over him as he walked out of the office with heavy footsteps.

Bradley looked like he had seen a ghost as he walked away from the Admiral's office. "Hey, Bradshaw. What's wrong with you?" Hangman asks, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Instead of answering, Bradley only shakes his head before he continues to walk away from Hangman. He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe that he was talking shit about the Admiral to the person who turned out to be his superior officer's daughter.

He mentally punched himself as he headed to the ready room before slumping himself on the couch to sulk the whole afternoon. The last thing he wanted was to ruin his career by dallying with an Admiral's daughter.

You, on the other hand, asked permission from your Dad to go out and get some fresh air. You actually just wanted to roam the corridors and explore the whole base without your dad appointing someone to chaperone you all throughout your exploration.

You still grinned at Bradley's reaction when he saw you at your dad's office. Where could he be right now? You thought, peeking at every room you passed by, hoping to see him at least.

You saw a room in the corner with a half-opened door. You headed straight to it before peeking inside. Your lips curled up in a smile as you quietly pushed the door open upon realizing who was in the room.

"So, Lieutenant Bradshaw, huh?" You spoke as you closed the door behind you, making him get up from the couch as he looks at you in shock.

"What are you doing here?"

You placed a hand on your chest and acted as if you were offended by his question. "What am I doing here? Am I not allowed to visit a friend?" With your emphasis on friend, he cleared his throat before he stood from the couch.

"Look, last night was a mistake. I didn't mean all of that." He stutters as you make your way toward him slowly with your arms crossed on your chest.

"Even the part that you found me pretty?"You whined, making him sigh in return as you giggled at his reaction. "We both know that it wasn't a mistake, but don't worry. I won't tell on you," You added as you took some steps back to lean on the door to block the exit.

"Good. Because that won't happen again." He says as he walks in your direction. You stood your ground on the door as you continued to stare at his towering figure.

"You're leaving? So soon?" You knitted your eyebrows together as you looked up at him with an innocent doe-eyed look.

Bradley sighs in frustration as he ran his hand through his hair. "Please move away from the door, miss." He says, making you pout at the sudden honorifics.

You sighed as you trailed your hand up his chest, tracing your fingers on the patches of his fight suit as he looked at you with dark, brooding eyes. "Why don't you make me, Lieutenant?"

He closed his eyes as he clenched his jaw before grabbing your wandering hand on his chest. "It's best if you leave me alone, miss. It would be better for the both of us." He says before pushing you gently aside as he hurriedly exits the room.

It has been like that for months. Bradley ignoring you and you trying to get his attention. You would even show up in your dad's office in a sundress on a daily basis, the ones that your dad had claimed "had a shortage of fabric", but you didn't care. The moment Bradley saw you on it, you knew how it affected him since he couldn't take his eyes off you when you roamed around the base.

It was starting to frustrate you when you couldn't get him to look at you or even talk to you. Sometimes, you'd even follow him around just to coax a reaction from him or get him to talk, but he always acted like you weren't there.

One day, you've decided that you've had enough of his indifference and devised a plan to corner him.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw, Admiral's office, now." Bradley heard the assistant say as he leaves the ready room to head to the Admiral's office. When he arrived, the door was wide open, and he proceeded to enter the room.

He sat on the chair in front of the Admiral's table. The Admiral wasn't there or in any corner of his office. His brows knitted in confusion before he heard the door close and the lock click. He turned back and saw you walking towards him with a sultry smile.

"The Admiral's not here. He's on sick leave, but I promised to take care of things that I can handle." You said, moving your dad's name plaque to the side before hopping to sit on the table as you crossed your legs, revealing an ample amount of skin in Bradley's view.

"Why did you call me here? Do you have any idea what you're doing?"He stands as he glanced at the door as if he was afraid of someone walking in on both of you.

"Relax, I locked it." You giggled. "Besides, what do you think I'm doing? I called you here to ask you about something," You tilted your head at him. "Unless you thought---" Bradley quickly cut your words off with his.

"I wasn't thinking that!" He retorted almost too quickly.

You sighed before waving your hand in front of his face to dismiss the unruly topic. "Enough of that. Why have you been ignoring me, Bradley? I've been talking to you for months now but you're always acting like I'm not there."

"I'm not obligated to talk to you, miss." He replies curtly, making you gasp.

"After all we've been through--"

"We've been through nothing, okay? Because we were never friends nor lovers. I don't know what you've planted in your mind to make you even think that we had something." He said. You hopped off the table as you took a step closer to him.

"You know what? You're such a jerk." You spat before leaving the room in a haste, heading home to drown yourself in tears and in vodka.

Bradley stood there as he composed himself, internally applauding himself for holding himself back and mentally punching himself for saying those things to you.

These past few months, Bradley had been trying to avoid you since he didn't want to spark an issue that he was interested in an Admiral's daughter. Even with your advances towards him, he was holding on to his patience for dear life not to drag you inside of a room and ravish you.

He just couldn't, he can't risk his career for this. Knowing Admiral Simpson's character, he personally wouldn't let it slide if he found out about Bradley's feelings for his daughter. Keeping that in mind gave him somewhat of a reason not to even touch a single strand of your hair.

Two weeks passed and Bradley's mind was a mess. You stopped coming over to your Dad's office and you weren't at the bar, too. He started to wonder where you might be. His wonders managed to get in the way of his training as well and it caught Maverick's attention.

He approached Bradley who was sitting on the couch with his head on both of his palms. "Hey, Brad. Talk to me. What's going on with you?" Maverick sits beside him as he places his hand on Bradley's back.

"I'm fine, Mav. Don't worry about it." He says, running both of his hands through his hair before burying his face in his palms again.

"I wouldn't be asking if you are. You've been distracted during training for a while now. Talk to me, what's going on?"

Bradley sighs. "I...I kind of got involved with someone."

Maverick's eyes widened. "You got someone pregnant?"

"No, I didn't. God, Mav." Bradley groans as Maverick sighs in relief. "Oh, thank god. Then who did you got involved with?"

"(Y/N)."

"Well, she seems to be a nice girl. What's the problem?"

"Well, the problem is, she's Admiral Simpson's daughter. I can't get involved with an Admiral's daughter."

To Bradley's surprise, Maverick burst out laughing. Bradley looked at him in confusion. "You know, you might not be my son, but you sure take after me, too."

"What does that mean?"

Maverick calms himself before speaking. "Well, back in my prime, I was involved with an Admiral's daughter, too. It didn't get me in any sort of trouble like what you currently have in mind, but it did appear on my record."

"Your point is?"

Maverick taps Bradley's shoulder. "The point is, you might be worrying for nothing. It's not like you have plans on hurting the Admiral's daughter, right?"

Bradley shakes his head in response. "I don't, but it can hurt my career, Mav."

"Well then, you pick. Pursue the girl with clean intentions and be happy with her or be a mess like this forever and be the one to hurt your career because you wouldn't be able to think straight anymore."

"Are you saying I should risk it?"

"Well, if you're fine with waiting for 30 years to take her dad out of the picture, then don't risk it."

Bradley chuckles. "30 years? Who the hell waits that long, Mav?"

Maverick shrugged. "I did." Bradley leans back in surprise. "You know who the Admiral's daughter is?"

"No way.."

"That's right, It's Penny Benjamin." Maverick smiles to himself as he looks at Bradley.

"There's no way I'm going to wait that long, Mav." Bradley stands from his seat as Maverick did, too. "Go for it, son." He tapped Bradley's shoulder before Bradley ran out of the ready room, thinking about the places you might be at the moment.

Good thing he knew just where to look.

You brushed your hair as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Was I not attractive enough? You thought. You didn't really know what to think at the moment. You did everything in your power to get him, but he didn't want to.

You sighed as you rolled your eyes and thought that it was his loss anyway. While you were deep in your thoughts, you heard a loud thump on your balcony as you were brushing your hair.

You quickly grabbed something random from your dresser as you stood up, making your way toward the curtained balcony. You gasped in horror when a tall, broad, hooded man pushed the curtains aside and made himself known before you.

You threw the thing you were holding toward him, which turned out to be a wooden hairbrush, that hit him on the head. "Ow, what was that for?" The mysterious man winced in pain.

Your brows creased in confusion. That voice, it's familiar.

"W-Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?!"You asked, grabbing your unplugged hair straightener as you pointed it at him. The man pushed his hoodie back and revealed who he was.

It was Bradley.

However, since you were still furious with him, you threw the thing you were holding at him anyway. This time, he was able to dodge it as he looked at you with a baffled expression. "What the hell are you doing in my room and how did you even get past the guards?"

Bradley shrugged. "I have my ways," He took a step closer as he sighed. "I'm here to talk to you."

"There's nothing to talk about, okay? You made it perfectly clear that I meant nothing to you---"

"Okay, I didn't mean it, okay? I didn't mean all of it. I just...I was scared that maybe you're just flirting with me and I didn't want to risk my career for nothing, but I really can't stop thinking about you. You keep messing with my head and--"

You crossed your arms, leaning beside the intercom in your room. "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

Bradley sighed as he pointed at the balcony. "I think I've proven myself well enough, considering the fact that I could've died down there in the hands of your guards."

"It's not my fault you snuck in like a thief," You said as you pushed yourself away from the wall, making your way toward him. "Is that all you have to say for yourself?" You added, trailing your hand up his chest to his nape, making him look down at you.

"Well, I..uh..I want to ask you out on a date.." He mindlessly said as he drowned himself in your eyes. God, you were beautiful. He thought.

"That was the lamest thing I've ever heard." You giggled before pulling him in for a deep kiss. He pulled you in, gripping your waist for dear life.

The kiss was passionate and all that both of you didn't notice that the door suddenly opened, revealing your dad and his fuming disposition. You immediately broke the kiss and gently pushed Bradley away as both of you composed yourselves.

"What. is. the. meaning. of. this?!"

Your eyes widened at your dad's exasperated question as you looked at Bradley. "I must've accidentally pressed the intercom button earlier."

"It's okay, I'll talk to him." He gave you a small smile before you sighed and cursed yourself.

"You, young man. Out. You're going to explain yourself in detail how and why the hell are you in my house and why on earth would you even dare touch my daughter." Bradley nodded slightly as he walked towards the door.

"Dad--"

"You stay out of this, (Y/N). I'll talk to you later." Your dad said with finality in his voice, slamming your door shut.

You sighed as you bit your lip, remembering the kiss from earlier,

What an idiot, he could've just went straight to the entrance and talked to your dad. Instead, he settled with the thought of sneaking in the Admiral's home; worse, inside the Admiral's daughter's room and was caught red-handed.

You smiled at his idiotic ways and laid in your bed, thinking about what could happen to Bradley.

Surely, he wouldn't be subjected to any torture or any sorts of punishment.

This arrangement was bound to happen anyway whichever ways he could have done it.

#bradley bradshaw fluff #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster fanfic #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw headcanon #rooster top gun #top gun rooster

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 5 months

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Friday Ramblings

I don't normally do this but I have a couple of thoughts going on in my head regarding the last couple of days week in BL that I just wanted to collect them all instead of just doing it in tags.

Shadow

I'm pissed. I am a big fan of anything horror or supernatural themed stuff so I was really looking forward to this. (Don't even get me started of how disappointed I am at the disappearance of the other horror themed show I could be watching) And the first part did not disappoint. It was a strong first half, good set up of the different story lines and all the players and I was really excited about it. There was such good meta written about the show, and it turned out to be superior to what the show eventually gave us. (@wen-kexing-apologist specially gave us such excellent meta on this show that I wish they were in charge of the second half of this show) I agree with @lurkingshan about everything they said here. Something which I thought was interesting was that I think in this second half the show purposefully made the fake arm really obvious. I don't know if it wanted us to know before Dan but I also don't think it was an accident. But I'm also not gonna theorize about the reasons because I really don't care that much. The "BL" bait was just another thing that pissed me off. I'm not upset it's not BL, I'm upset because it was sold as such and no one will convince me otherwise. For a couple of episodes, at least, the show wanted us to think that Dan was falling for Nai. The prom moment was just fucking ridiculous. The parallels with October 6 could've been really interesting if there wasn't so much going on that it kinda took the weight of it away. One of the questions I like to ask myself when watching any media is - what is it trying to tell? Sometimes nothing and that's fine. It's pure escapism and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. It can still be excellent. And sometimes it tries to say too much that it ends up not having a cohesive message and it all falls flat. Religion, communism, family trauma, homophobia, mental health, infidelity, teacher-student relationship, pregnancy, murder, police brutality, friendship, bullying, the oh so many supernatural elements, I could go on. You get the picture. So in conclusion, I am not happy.

VIP Only

It's cute. I like both of them enough and it's a good mellow way to start the friday madness.

Last Twilight

This show is surprising me so much. In the best ways. As I said before this pair didn't do much for me in the past but I've surrendered completely, specially to Jimmy. He was so good in this episode that I felt obligated to gif it just so I could keep watching his expressions.

That whole final scene just floored me. His eyes just carried that moment and that whole scene so well that by the end a lonely sunflower brought tears to my eyes. ( and I do not cry easy). After all the cute dates, this scene was a gut punch.

I'm just really stuck on this show, and it holds my attention all through the episode.

My Dear Gangster Oppa

This episode was silly, I couldn't care less about the gangster side of the story at the moment, I'd rather spend more time with the gamer friend group. Wahl got a bit of a redemption but I still don't like him. I liked that Guy stood his ground with Wahl and Tew, but hated the stalker behaviour. If you wanna go dude, just leave!

Sahara Sensei to Toki-kun

Japan my beloved. They just keep giving me all I need. Toki is giving me some Aoki vibes and I could not be happier. And Toki now has got two friends in his corner and I'm so happy. This one and Kinou Nani Tabeta are currently my main sources of joy and my heart is full.

Pit Babe I'd like to thank @pharawee for giving us the novel commentary because it makes it a bit less confusing while I watch this. I have no clue about omegaverse so a part of me is confused, sometimes bored, another part of me is just waiting for Jeff and Alan to be a thing and all of me is happy that Pavel is on my screen weekly.

Twins

This show is dragging and I'm officially bored. I don't mind a slow burn if the rest of the show can hold it together. But the team animosity is just tiring and annoying at this point, the side couples are not engaging ( a bj in the shower does not a side couple make) and for a show named Twins, I would like to see more of them.

Middleman's Love

I'm 99% here for the sides. They are cute, they give me some Ram/King vibes and I wanna see more of them. I was super happy to see Ngern again and the family dinner was a good moment. I don't have the patience for this sort of misunderstanding anymore so that ending annoyed the hell out of me.

(I'm watching For Him too but I have nothing nice to say, so I'll say nothing at all. And yes I know I just did that with Shadow but I was never that invested in this one)

Really looking forward to Kinou Nani Tabeta tomorrow morning and The Sign in the afternoon.

I wish all a great weekend and thanks for reading💜

(because I needed a good cry)

#rose rambles #last twilight #shadow the series #twins the series #bl series #thai bl #pit babe #sahara sensei to toki kun #my dear gangster oppa #middleman's love

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g3z0 · 3 months

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Rich stupid Highschool Kids P3

P1 P2 P4 P5 P6

Summary: The Sturniolo‘s. Their kids are rich and spoiled, stupid brats. You hated them. But you hated Nicolas the most. The way he looks down on everybody and thinks he is better than everyone else just makes your blood boil. You’re a drug dealer - selling drugs to those rich dumb kids, trying to earn some money. Who would’ve thought this would be a love story?

Warnings: cursing, SMUT, drinking, smoking

-g3z0

Nick’s POV

He isn’t at school. I can’t remember where he lives-

Fuck, I’m gonna loose my fucking plug.

I want to give him the 30$. Not because I feel bad but only because I don’t want to loose the only plug that sells semi good stuff in this city.

Maybe the thing at the whirlpool was too much.

Nah, I’m good. He’s too dramatic. I was just messing around and it’s fun to see and watch him get mad.

And I know I can make him mad.

„do you know where y/n lives?“ I ask as I stab another piece of chicken on my fork, putting it between my teeth and chewing on it.

„y/n?“ Matt repeats as he frowns at me. „Why do you wanna know where he lives?“ I glance over to Matt.

I shrug with my shoulders „I owe him money.“ I say as I look back down on my plate.

Chris lets out a little laugh wich make my eyes dart to him.

„Just give it to him next weekend.“ he mumbles as he puts his fork into his mouth.

I roll my eyes annoyed „that won’t work dipshit, if he doesn’t get it this week, we don’t get any more drugs on weekends.“

„what?“ Matt says while he clenches his jaw.

I shrug with my shoulders again „yeah y/n said-“ I start but get cut off.

„y/n, like y/f/n?“ I hear Justin’s voice behind me and our heads shoot up to him.

„I don’t know his last name.“ Chris mumbles as he continues to eat.

„Me neither.“ Matt sighs.

I just glare up at Justin and watch him as he rolls his eyes.

„is he tall, has your/hair/colour and your/eye/colour?“ Justin asks while glaring down at me.

I nod and shrug with my shoulders „yeah?“

Justin sits down next to me „I know him, he lives in downtown. But I don’t know where exactly.“ he says as he grabs a piece of chicken from my plate, throwing it into his mouth.

I raise my eyebrows „you know y/n?“ almost like I don’t actually believe it.

He nods as he chews on the piece of chicken in his mouth „yeah- He goes to the boxing gym that Jake also goes to. I see him sometimes.“

„y/n does boxing?“ Chris asks in disbelief.

Justin shrugs with his shoulders and stands up „mhm. Wanted to pick up Jake, I can bring you along, maybe he’s there?“

I quickly stand up „yeah, give me a second.“ I say as I walk out of our dining room.

„im waiting in the car! If you take longer than 5 minutes I’m driving without you!“ he yells after me.

The gym smells like sweat and hot rubber. I make a disgusted face as I scrunch my nose up and look around, trying to spot y/n.

What am I even doing here? This is pathetic.

I look over to Justin, who is talking to Jake. I sigh to myself and start to walk around in the gym.

I spot him, he has black ribbons tied around his hands as he punches into a boxing bag repeatedly.

I raise my eyebrows as I walk up the him.

He’s wearing a compression shirt that wraps thightly around his upper body and some grey sweatpants.

He’s always wearing those stupid baggy clothes so it’s weird to see thight clothes on him.

I stand next to him. „Y/n.“

He clenches his jaw and he doesnt look at me. He just continues to throw punches at the boxing bag.

I roll my eyes. „Y/n.“ I say but this this the me louder.

He lets out a groan while he stops throwing punches, grabbing the boxing bag with one hand so it stops swinging around.

He glares at me „what.“ he breathes as he swallows to catch his breathe.

His hair is a little wet and a few strands sticks to his forehead.

Why does this asshole have to be so hot.

I clear my throat and press 30$ into his hand.

He rolls his eyes and presses the money back onto my chest. „I don’t want your fucking money.“ he says through gritted teeth.

I frown at him „but you said-" I start but he cuts me off.

„im not selling to you anymore.“ he says as he lets go of my chest, causes the money to fall on the ground.

„that wasn’t the deal!“ I snap at him.

He turns away from me and starts to punch the boxing sack again.

„y/n, take the fucking money and we‘re fine.“ I say annoyed. What the fuck is wrong with him?

He clenches his jaw and throws one last punch at the bag, before he grabs it with both hands, causing it to stay still.

He leans his forehead against the boxing sack and takes a deep breathe.

Like I said, I know I can make him mad.

„y/n-"

„Nick, shut the fuck up.“ he mumbles and lets go off the boxing bag.

I roll my eyes and glare at him.

He starts to walk away while he loosens the black ribbons tied around his hand.

I let out an frustrated sigh and follow him.

He walks into the changing room and opens an locker as he pulls his back out of it.

I stare at him as he takes his compression shirt off.

My eyes trail down his body and I look away as I catch myself staring.

„im not selling to you.“ he mumbles as he puts his hoodie on.

„y/n, don’t be a fucking assh-" I start but he grabs my shoulders and pushes me against the lockers.

My breathe catches in my throat out of surprise and I stare up at him.

„im. Not. Selling.“ he breathes as he lets go off me, grabbing his back and walking out of the changing room.

Y/n‘s POV

I stand in the corner of a party, once again.

I sigh to myself as I take a drag from my cigarette.

I don’t know how long I’m gonna continue this shit.

It’s good money. I can help my mom out, I can afford my boxing lessons and I can put enough money aside so I‘ll make it out of this stupid city one day.

But to waste my time every weekend, at some stupid rich party, selling drugs to those stupid teenagers - it’s pissing me off.

„you seem tense.“ I hear Max’s voice as he lays an arm around my shoulder.

I glare up at him and shrug with my shoulders while I take another drag.

„I know you don’t drink- but hey, maybe you‘ll have fun one time.“ he smirks as he squeezes my shoulder.

I sigh „okay.“

He frowns at me and takes a step back „okay?“ he repeats.

I frown back and shrug my shoulders. „Yeah?“

He lets out an laugh „I didn’t think you would actually say yes.“

I shake my head a little „you thought wrong.“

He smirks as he grabs two shot glasses, pouring them with vodka.

He gives me one and holds the shot glass in his hand up. „To my favorite plug and friend y/n.“

I cling my shot glass against his „to my favorite customer.“ I smile and we take the shot.

Im so fucking Drunk.

I don’t drink often - I never drink actually.

And now I’m dancing with some random girl, my vision is blurry and my mind is spinning and god - it’s feels great.

The music is pumping through my veins and the colorful flashing lights are making my head more dizzy.

I need one second alone to calm down.

I whisper something into the girls ear, before I let go and walk towards the bathroom.

I grab the door handle and push it down, pressing my body weight against the door but it’s locked.

I let out an frustrated sigh but the door opens and I slightly fall against the door.

My eyes meet the blue ones of Nick and we stare at each other for a moment.

I clench my jaw but before I can say something, he grabs me by my shirt and pulls me inside, closing the door behind us and locking it.

I lean against the wall and stare at him with furrowed eyebrows.

„you have coke?“ he asks me.

I shrug with my shoulders „not for you.“ I slur as I push myself off the wall, walking towards the door again.

She shoves me against the wall and I look up to him with an surprised expression.

„do you have coke?“ he repeats and I can tell he’s pissed off.

I clench my jaw „not for you.“ I mumble as I push him away from me on his shoulders.

He presses me against the wall and I grab his shoulders and turn around with him, so I’m the one who’s pressing him against the wall.

We stare at each other for a moment - both breathing heavily because of the alcohol and the adrenalin pumping through our veins.

Before I even realize it, we both press our lips together in a rough and hungry kiss.

He lays his hands on the back of my neck to pull me closer and I press my body against his, causing both of our breathes to hitch.

He grabs me by my arms and turns around with me again, pressing me against the wall without breaking the kiss.

One hand of mine comes up to the back of his head as I slide my tounge into his mouth.

He lays his hand on my chest, sliding it down to my jeans.

He palms me through my jeans and I let out a shaky breathe, buckling my hips against his hand.

I deepen the kiss and both of our breathes are shaky.

I can feel myself growing harder against his hand and he unzips my jeans, pulling them a little down to palm me through my boxers.

I let out a breathe and grind my hips against his hand to cause more friction.

I can feel how he smiles into the kiss and he rubs his thumb over my tip, causing my dick to twitch.

I grip a little on his hair and let out a soft whimper. He breaks the kiss and places kisses on my jawline, trailing down to my neck.

I lean my head back against the wall and squeeze my eyes shut, swallowing, trying not to let out any sounds.

His lips leave my neck and I blink my eyes open, looking down at him.

He knees down infront of my and places a kiss just right above the waistband of my boxers.

„you gonna sell?“ he whispers against my skin as he looks up to me, his eyes meeting mine.

„Nick-" i start but he pulls my Boxershorts down, softly grabbing my dick, but not moving his hand.

I let out a shaky breathe and buckle my hips forward, trying to get some relief.

He lays a hand on my hip, pressing it back against the wall. „Don’t do that.“

I lean my head back and squeeze my eyes shut.

This fucking bastard.

„you gonna sell?“ he repeats himself but before I can get a word out, I can feel his warm tounge trailing along my tip.

„fuck-" I breathe out as I grip more into his hair.

He pushed me slowly up and down, sucking a little on my tip with causes my dick to twitch and my body to shiver.

I let out a soft whimper and look down on him.

„Nick- fuck, please..“ I mumble with a shaky voice and he smirks up at me.

„answer my question or I’m gonna stop.“ he stops moving his hand.

I squeeze my eyes shut and press my lips together, shaking my head.

„fuck- okay, im gonna Sell- im gonna sell..“ I mumble breathless as I blink my eyes open again, looking down at him.

With that, he takes my dick into his mouth, twirling his tounge around it while he bops his head back and forth.

My breathe catches into my throat and I push his head more forward „fuck-" I moan while squeezing my eyes shut.

Oh my fucking god.

I grip onto his hair, pressing a hand against my mouth to quit down my whimpers and moans.

I buckle my hips forward, matching his movements, causing him to take me even deeper into his mouth.

„f-fuck..“ I whimper against my hand, leaning my head back against the wall.

I press my lips together, breathing heavily as he continues to deep throat me.

„Nick, o-oh fuck..“ I whine but my eyes shoot back open when I feel his teeth.

I take a sharp breathe and pull him on his hair back „nick- owh- teeth, teeth.“ I breathe as I look down at him.

„you gonna sell for half of the price.“ he glares up at me and continues to stroke my dick.

I let out a soft whimper „you’re fucking stupid.“ I whisper breathless as I clench my jaw.

He smirks and rubs his thumb over my tip, which makes my back arch slightly „half of the price.“ he says as he sucks teasingly on my tip.

I squeezes my eyes, hanging my head down and letting out a small moan „f-fuck, I hate you.“ I mumble.

„you say that while you moan my name? That’s kinda ironic.“ he mumbles as he takes my dick back into his mouth.

I let out a whine as I press his head for forward, making him take my whole dick.

„don’t stop- oh fuck, don’t stop.“ I moan as I lean my head back against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut.

I let out a whimper as he starts to deep throat me again, my tip hitting the back of his throat, every fucking time.

My dick twitches and I grab onto his hair, looking down at him.

„Nick- s-stop“ I moan „c-close, I’m so fucking close“ I mumble between whimpers and shaky breathes, trying to pull his head back but he continues to deep throat me.

I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a groan when I finish down in his throat.

I breathe heavily and blink my eyes slowly open, looking down at him.

He takes my dick out of his mouth and wipes with the back of his hand over his mouth.

He pulls my boxers and jeans back up, before standing up.

He holds his hand out to me and I roll my eyes.

I swallows and grab into my bag, pressing a small bag of coke into his hand.

He pulls 50$ out of his wallet and presses it into my hand.

He smirks at me and lays his hand back on my dick, squeezing it softly. I let out a whimper.

„pleasure to make business with you.“ he says as he lets go off me and walks out of the bathroom.

I stare at him as he leaves and I run my hand through my hair, gripping a little on it.

What the fuck was that.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo x you

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rainofthetwilight · 15 days

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We already saw lloyd's POV its only fair if i give Arin's aswell (granted sadly i can't write arin as well as lloyd apologies)

You wanna know who'll feel mocked for getting pulled punches? You wanna know who'll feel the PITY thats dripping from everyone around him? Who feel inferior with everyone else? Who just wants to be good enough but was blindsided by the power? Who was promised greatness but never could achieve it?

The gong was really loud.

There was so many things happening at the same time. But around the chaos there was you.

I could never mistaken you, your green was very distinct and i always had my eyes on you (you're always my favorite)

You never hurt me.. and parts of me didn't want to hurt you

Because you're my mentor and i'm your student, because no matter how hard i try i'll always admire you

Because you're my hero my idol and I'm....

I saw how happy you all were when Kai came back, it was pretty awesome. Its good to have someone competent back huh.

The gong ringing causes vibrations to my body, something shattered ever so slowly inside of me

Its terrifying. But amazing

Sora tried to stop me; talk me down. She doesn't understand, she never could understand.. i miss he- I hate her for it

I don't know if you knew but i was avoiding you, not for any particular reason.. i was just.. scared (but it seems you were scared too.. i think)

But somehow, like always the bad guy must be stopped by the green ninja. So of course we were fighting now

I know your every move tho (you're my favorite) and you taught me yourself your own techniques. But i could never hit you, its annoying. Did you not teach me everything?

You never hurt me.. and parts of me hates you for it (that doesn't seem righ-)

I know how capable you are, yet you're not even trying. Stop pulling your punches, i don't need your pity, i don't need that.. hurt.. pained look.. on your eyes (stop looking at me like that)

The gong was louder and it clouded my head, my judgment, my emotions.

You never hurt me

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you

I hate who you are, i hate how easily this all comes to you, i hate how you don't even have to try. I hate how your destiny's favorite, i hate how your the green ninja (my favorite), i hate how important and powerful.. and.. and how you're always good enough for this world

I don't know when i started yelling it, but i did know i started feeling the burns in my eyes, it made me sloppy. I blinked to clear it away

And i was able to see you.. i saw you kept quiet (you're disappointed in me aren't you?)

And some parts of me break.. because i loath you even more, but at the same time..

You never hurt me

There was yelling in the distance, but i wasn't paying attention to it anymore

The ringing was gone but i.. i don't know whats happening

You stopped fighting (why?), something screamed at me that this was my chance, chance of what?

To prove myself of course (prove what?)

I hit you, i actually hurt you and i didn't stop there. But you did nothing

You never hurt me

You held me

And i hit you for it

Because something was screeching inside, but.. it was getting quieter

And then you.. you spoke

"You know.. sometimes your mind plays tricks on you, it can tell you you're not good. That its all hopeless, that no matter how hard you try you'll always fail. Its cruel."

"But i've discovered.. you are loved and important, and you bring to this world no else can.."

I was crying (and i was hitting you for it)

"I love you, Sora loves you, your parents loves you and they still do. They would be so proud of you, because I'M proud of you.. you wanna know why?"

I stopped hitting you

"Because you're kind and so so brave, and I'm so sorry for making you believe you were not good enough" (why are you apologizing..)

There was so many shouting and ringing and.. and everything was happening too fast.. too much

There was so many things happening... and yet you never hurt me

WHY DID YOU NEVER HURT ME?!

"There was no reason to"

And for a moment that fueled my anger.. (you saw so little of me that you didn't even bother to-) but it was quickly extinguished as your words registered to me

And suddenly everything was silent in my head (the ringing was gone).. i looked at you; and horror consumed me.. guilt was eating me alive

You didn't held me anymore but thats ok, i'll held us both.. I- I'm sorry

But you just smiled and forgave me.. why? I kept apologizing but you just looked so.. peaceful.. so relieved

I heard shouting. It was emotional. It was loud

It was Kai (and fear consumed me)

I looked at you as the shout grew near, apology still flowing but you.. you weren't responding anymore

I held you close

You never hurt me

You never hurt-

"LLOYD-"

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DJDNFBSJFJSJANEJENAJJSJAJA TUMBLR USER MAIPRIM DEVASTATES US ONCE AGAIN AGHDJFJFDJJSJDDJSJJED

UGHJFJFNGNEKFNJSN DUDE...DUDEEE.

ARIN WANTING TO HURT LLOYD, YET PARTS OF HIM INSIDE TELLING HIM NOT TO IS JUST....AGSHDHSJJEJFND

AND SORA TRYING TO TALK HIM DOWN...HE HATES HER, HE RESENTS HER..BUT DEEP DOWN, HE MISSES HER SO MUCH AND JUST WANTS HER BACK AAAASAJDJSHEKSKFNSMRK2IDHSN

AGHHSHSHSHSH THE JEALOUSY EATING ARIN UP...THE WAY HE'S SO SPITEFUL WHEN HE ACKNOWLEDGES LLOYD'S 'GREATNESS'....UFHDNTNNFMSMF DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT...AND HOW HE COULDN'T HELP BUT CRY WHEN SHOUTING HOW HE HATES HIM AAGHDHDHHFJFJDJDK

HE'S JUST SO CONFUSED TO WHY LLOYD DIDN'T HURT HIM EVEN AFTER ALL HE'S DONE...OH MY GOD SHDHEKJFJWKKFMFKS

LLOYD'S WORDS TO HIM...DAMN IT SAMN IT DAMN IT UVDHJSJFNDNNSNANSNSNFNN I AM IN SHAMBLES.....THE GUILT ARIN FELT AFTER HURTING HIM SO MUCH, AFTER DOING ALL OF THAT....UGHDJDKEKFNDDNSNSMMW I AM NOT OKAY

THIS IS TOO GOOD UGHDJEJKRNFNMDMDMDMS SCREAMING DUHDDBDJSN

ROTATING THIS AROUND MY HEAD FOREVER UHDJSNFNAMMDXMSMDMDMDMDMSM ARIN ANGST OUGH OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH

#YET ANOTHER BANGER #THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US WITH THIS #UGDHJDJ ARIN ANGST....#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago spoilers #dragons rising spoilers #levi's asks #ty for the ask!#mai tag #ninjago arin

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