#zip my love 💖

[ilwonuu]

heyyy!! I absolutely adoreee your work thank you so much for existing! <3 we'll i'd like to share an idea for an ff with skz because me being a stay can't get this idea outta my mind oml. Bang chan has such a warm personality right? But sometimes we see CHRISTOPHER iykyk ;). That is how chan is in relationships too, veryy soft romantically but a hard dom in bed. Chan got reader a pretty dress and ripped it right off because she looked too pretty in it. After they had amazing sex (please right this as you want to you're the best!) Chan shows lots of after care.

Write this only if you want to I'd appreciate you even reading this. Thank you soooooooooooo muchhhh!! take care <3

omg hi!!! that is so sweet omg😭😭thank YOU for existing so i can write this amazing idea for you<3 thank you for your request!!! i hope you enjoy anon💖

୨⎯ too pretty ⎯୧

⤷ bang christopher

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⚘ summary- your boyfriend is so sweet to you, well not in every scenario.

⚘ warnings- unprotected sex, kissing, dom!chan, sub!reader, degrading, dirty talk, pet names, fluff, chan is a sweetheart okok

⚘ a/n- to the person who requested this.. this is gonna be in my brain forever now thank you😇

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you’re currently waiting for your boyfriend to return from the store. your boyfriend loves to surprise you with new clothing he thinks will look beautiful on you. so that’s exactly what he did. he bought you a new black dress for your dinner tonight.

“channie you didn’t have to get me this. it looks expensive!!” he smiles at you shaking his head. “don’t you worry about how much it was baby. do you like it?” his face is looking for your approval.

“channie i love it very much thank you.” you give him a sweet kiss before smiling again. “try it on baby.” his gaze is scanning you up and down. “right now?” he nods quickly not looking away from you from a second. you laugh slightly as you slip off the clothes you’re wearing.

you put on the dress before asking for help. “babe can you zip up the back?” you ask him looking behind you to meet his gaze. “of course love.” he walks closer to you. zipping up your dress for you before taking a quick look at you.

your gaze is on yourself in the mirror. slowly meeting his gaze in the mirror. “what do you think?” you ask him. his eyes are darker now. not that you can notice from the distance he is from the mirror. his mind immediately thinking anything but sweet thoughts. he thinks you look so beautiful in the dress. “channie??” you snap him out of his thoughts.

he is directly behind you. he still doesn’t say anything. your dress is suddenly ripped completely in the back. “wha- chan?” you are confused as he is lifting you up to bring you to lay back on the bed. “sorry baby you just look so fucking good. i need to fuck you right now.” his gaze is intimidating. you feel so small under his eyes. “can i?” he asks. “yes channie.”

he’s scanning your body as you now in just your underwear. you can feel how hard his dick has gotten from the position you are in. he’s pulling his shirt over his head quickly. your hands immediately going to undo his pants like it’s instinct. “fuck.” his breathing is heavy as you finally get his pants down. his dick feeling some relief.

he’s pulling his dick out of his boxers as he feels you shift a little under him. his fingers hooking on your panties to pull them to the side. “you’re so wet. gonna fuck you so good.” he whispers into your ear as you feel him line up with your cunt. he doesn’t take anytime before he is pushing into you. moaning at your tightness. “take it baby” he orders you before you nod quickly. his hips snap into yours. his pace already speeding up the longer he’s inside of you. his hand is on your hip. his fingers gripping your sides. applying slight pressure.

your gasp getting caught in your throat as you cut yourself off with a moan. his gaze is on moving from your body to your face. his dick hitting all the spots you need him too. even a little too much. his thrusts are rough and deep. his hand is quick to grab your face to look at him. he leans down giving you a quick peck before pulling away to look at you again. his thrusts are quicker and harsher. him never breaking eye contact with you. you’re a sobbing mess from all the pleasure.

“look at you baby. crying like a slut.” his words make your clench around him pulling a loud groan from him. “s-shit you like that? like being called a slut? such a dirty girl.” his teasing words making you nothing but wetter and he just laughs at that. “getting so wet slut. im sliding right in.” he whispers the last part directly against your ear. “pathetic slut. look at you crying for my cock. you moan loudly at how good he sounds.

the sound of your skin clapping, wetness of your arousal, and chans deep moans and groans have you soaked. you cannot get enough of how hot he is. “c-channie mm so close.” your eyes rolling back with even the thought of cumming for him. “yea slut? fucking you so good you gonna cream all over? do it slut.” his hips stutter a bit when he feels you clench around him.

just looking at his focused fucked out expression was enough for you. you are cumming hard on his dick. “fuck b-baby making a mess all over hm? such a dirty slut for me.” his groans are louder now. his gaze not leaving where you two connect. his hand on your hip as he keeps fucking you through your high. “such a good slut gonna let me use you until i cum?” he asks you sternly but doesn’t receive a response. “can’t speak now slut?” his tone even more teasing as your legs start to shake a little. “c-channie too much!” you cry out to him. tears rolling down your face from the overstimulation.

“just a little longer. you can take it right? like good girl.” its almost like he knew you wouldn’t respond because you are just crying out against the pillow. your makeup from earlier dirtying your pillow and sheets. you try to nod a little to his words but you’re far too weak.

you feel his dick twitch again before his voice. “where do you want it slut?” the pet names making you clench again. “s-stomach channie..” you whisper to him and gives you a quick nod.

he gives you a few more thrusts before pulling out. his cum panting your stomach and your chest. he lets out another deep groan. watching you calm down slightly as he stands up. “let me get something to clean you baby.” he gives you a gentle kiss on your head. grabbing a rag quickly returning. not hesitating to clean you off.

after he finishes cleaning you he is immediately laying next to you. you are quickly being pulled into his arms. he gives you a few kisses as you two cuddle. “you did so good baby.” he smiles at you. you nod sending him back a smile. “hungry? tired? what do you need baby?” his voice sounding a hundred times more gentle than it just was a minute ago. you’re not complaining tho. “mm just a little tired. don’t wanna move.” you say melting into his arms more. “you got it baby we will cuddle forever.” he showers your face and neck with sweet kisses.

“channie i can’t believe you ripped the dress you just bought!” you say slightly remembering what events happened before this. “i’m sorry not sorry baby. you just looked too pretty.” he smiles at you innocently. you roll your eyes at him as you playfully hit his chest. “but that dress was so cute channie.” you teasingly pout and he just laughs.

“i will just have to buy you another one hm?” he says before pulling you into another kiss<3

#skz bang chan #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz smut #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz #skz x reader #bangchan fluff #bangchan stray kids #stray kids bang chan #bangchan smut #bangchan fic #bang chan #stray kids fic #stray kids smut #stray kids #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours

[simtanico]

Joliebean's part of the Joliebean x Imvikai Karaoke Set for Teens and Adult females in The Sims 3

Original found here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/82813176

Fell in love with this set the moment I saw it. The ONLY thing that I didn't convert from the original set is the glimpse necklace. I do have it! I just suck at necklace bones sorry. :( This is a lot at once so let me know if I forgot any LODs or a thumbnail or something.

Details:

6 items - Top, bottom, 4 accessories. Hat is slider compatible | Available for teen and Y/A adult females

15 presets on most items but the earrings and watch. RECOLORABLE/TINTABLE AREAS + Top - 2 (shirt, top, ribbon) + Skirt - 2 (Skirt, Metal button base) + Earrings - 2 (Metal component, pearl) + Watch - 3 (Metal components, watch band, watch face) + Hat - 2 (Hat, metal component) + Tights - 1

1024px textures for the outfits and tights. Smaller textures for everything else.

Each file ranges from 0.5MB to 1.6MB, compressed

Clothing enabled for Everyday, Career // Disabled for random

Custom Thumbnails

Polycount: Top - 7224, Skirt - 1182, Earrings - 2408, Watch - 1058, Tights - N/A, Hat - 1322

Credits: @joliebean; milkshape; blender; Photoshop; TSRW.

Please adhere to my TOU and the original creator’s!!

Notes/Known Issues:

As always there might be clipping and stretching with poses, animations, and certain sliders.

Textures can get pixelated!

Boucle areas are not very recolorable, beware.

Tights have some texture stretching near the shins and calves and some ugly bits on the foot.. can be ignorable.

!!!!! The top has a very very slight seam between the torso and bottom. Is unseen with high waisted bottoms and/or matching skirt.!!!!!!!!!!! I don't remember how to fix it like I did on other stuff before :(

I do not suggest using patterns on the tights. it will not turn out cute

Download the .zip at Simfileshare 💖:  https://simfileshare.net/download/3969727

#s3cc #the sims 3 #ts3cc #dl: clothing #dl: acc

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Old Scars, New Blood 1

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, borderline bullying, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader has accepted that she'll never be wanted, not only by the man she's crushed on for years, but by anyone. That is until a new player enters the game. (f!, short!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen, Thor Odinson

Note: I could blame yall for talking me into it but we know it's all my fault.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

The sharp zip cuts through the air. Lloyd hauls the long black bag up and checks his watch. He struts over to you and shoves the heavy luggage at you, letting it go before you can wrap your arms around it. You nearly topple from the weight.

You grunt and hug it tightly, the long duffle isn't exactly a vacation's worth Hawaiian shirts and cargo shorts. You can feel the long metal barrels as cases of ammo dig into your arms. You manage to get a hand on the handle and swing it after several tries onto your shoulder.

He's already halfway out the door. You trail after him, nearly stumbling to keep up. He's so tall you often find yourself running after him like a stray dog. So tall and handsome and--

Shut up! That's not what you should be thinking about.

Your phone vibrates and you struggle to pull it out of your pocket. You sigh as Lloyd continues along without notice, whistling casually as he approaches the stairs. Shit.

As he begins down the stairs, you stop at the top, leaning with the pull of the bag. You try to reply to the text as he makes quick progress to the bottom. 

He whistles up at you and snaps his fingers. You pop your head up and amble down the steps, barely catching yourself against the railing as you slip. When you get to the bottom, he's standing at the door, huffing impatiently.

"What's goin' on, kid?"

Kid. That's what he's always called you. Even though you're not that much younger than him. It's never sweetheart or honey like the pretty ones. Just kid.

"Plane's delayed. There's headwinds--"

"Christ's sake," he snarls.

"Sorry, sir, the pilot's trying--"

"Boring," he chops his hand through the air to silence you, "let's go."

He stands by the closed doors. You try not to let his impatience bother you. You can't blame him. He has an important mission. There's no time to be waiting on a cloud cover.

You open the right door and he steps through, tramping down the stone stairs to the mosaic walkway. Once more you're on your toes as you scurry after him. You watch how his jacket stretches between his shoulder blades. His sleeves hug his arm tightly, showing off his hard work and muscle. You shake your head, stop. Ten years. You know better.

You're out of breath as you get the idling car. Jackson, the driver nods but is similarly ignored as he opens the door for Lloyd. You go to the trunk as it pops and you put the gun bag inside.

You get in the other side as Lloyd splays his legs out and unlocks his phone with his thumb. You keep your cell clutched tight and tap it nervously. He doesn't handle roadblocks well, he's the type to demand and get. Something he hired you to make sure of.

"Well, extra time, I guess," he mutters as he swipes across the screen.

The car rolls up the long drive as you check your messages again. Still no updates. You cross one leg over the other as Lloyd's loafer nearly touches your oxford shoe.

"Hmmmm, can't decide on this one," he grumbles and tilts his screen toward you, "what do you think, kid?" He wiggles it at you as you look at the woman on the screen, "tits are nice but the tattoo screams Hep C."

You nearly gasp but just raise your eyebrows instead. He's always looking for a reaction. Your cheeks set alight and you twiddle your fingers around your own phone.

"Well, sir, I… she's pretty."

"Relax, you won't be invited to threesome," he scoffs and leans back, swiping left, "that's what this is for. Variety."

You don't say a word as you bring your hand to the side of your neck, feeling the heat of your skin. It's not just that it's him saying it, it's that gnawing feeling of inadequacy. The mystery of the unknown makes you self-conscious and wary of saying the wrong thing. The same way when you talk to your sister and she tells you about her husband. Well, you don't hear from her much these days.

"I'll send you their info. You can make a few calls before we get back," he snickers, "get everything ready for me."

"Uh, sure, sir, but uh… like I said before, that's not exactly part of my job."

"Don't tell me what your job is," he barks as he blacks his phone, "goddamn, you're always such a tight ass. Usually I'm all for a tight hole but you really know how to squeeze a man by his balls."

"I'm sorry, sir–"

"Another fucking 'sorry, sir' and I'm gonna snap. I can't do eight hours on a flight with you pouting like that."

"Understood, won't happen again," you dip your head down, "sorry, s–"

You clap your hand over your mouth. The words are so habitual they start to fall out before you realise, and yet another urge to say them. Just stop talking. You peek at Lloyd with wide eyes and drop your hand.

"You're a fucking downer, kid," he sits forward, "Jackie, pull the fuck over."

"Yes, sir," the driver replies from the little speaker under the barrier between the front and back seat. "You, get the fuck out."

You're surprised by his sudden flare of anger. There's not much about him that truly shocks you anymore but as irritable as he can be, this is unusual. His agitation has boiled to molten hot in a matter of minutes.

"Sir?"

"You can walk back and start getting shit ready. I mean, we'll see if you can since you can't get the goddamn plane on the ground," he growls as the car pulls onto the gravel wing of the road. "You're getting fucking soft, kid."

"Sir, I didn't–"

"You did. You fucking killed my boner so get out," he shoos you with his finger and unlocks his phone again, "buh bye."

You hesitate. You slowly move to the door and let yourself out. You're buzzing in disbelief. He can be a jerk, you're used to that, but this all seems so abrupt. You can only assume there's something else bothering him.

You shut the door as you stand on the side of the road. You hear Lloyd's deep timbre muffled inside the car before it pulls away. You stare after it, crossing your arms as you sniff and the sun glares along the edge of your vision.

You slowly turn and face the horizon. You're not that far. Maybe twenty minutes. Well, the single silver lining. You can't help your disappointment. You look forward to missions. It's an excuse to be with Lloyd. A reason for him to put up with you.

You set off, trodding along without urgency. There's nothing at the compound for you. It's not like you go on every mission but it's the unexpected change that gets you. More so, his temper. You see it aimed at others more than yourself.

Your phone buzzes again. The plane's landed. That's good news. As you continue your trek, you dial out to Lloyd's phone and put the speaker to your ear. No answer. Several more tries have a similar result, the last call clicking dead right away.

You send a text and it bounces back as undeliverable. You don't get it, your signal is strong. It's a military grade phone. You slide your phone away and try not to let your anxiety get the best of you.

He wouldn't block your number, would he? 

You're not special, that much is clear, but you've stuck around so long that you just can't see it ending over one slip-up. Sure, Lloyd has screamed agents out of the compound, he's even stranded them in hostile grounds, but they weren't there as long as you've been.

You drag your feet as you approach the gate. You let yourself in with the code and ignore the gazes of agents as you cross the yard and go back inside.

All this and for what?

If Lloyd fires you, you've spent ten years pent up in places like this, doing his grunt work. The tail end of your twenties and much of your thirties traded for imagined cues and empty hopes. You accepted long ago that Lloyd would never see you, just the woman he called 'kid', but the thought of losing even that makes you want to cry. You can accept that you're not as good as the models he fucks around with, but you can't accept not being there at all.

You're overreacting. You always do this. It's always the end of the world.

Lloyd will come back and everything will go back to normal. You're the only one who gets his coffee right and knows that he hates mushrooms but loves Salisbury steak. He needs you, just not like you want him to.

❤️‍🩹

Radio silence. You don't hear from him and any message you try to send is unanswered. He's on a mission, he's in blackout mode, yet you can't help but be paranoid.

Without him to order you around, you're not quite sure what to do with yourself. It's sad but that's just who you are. You're not the one doing, you're the one listening to those who do. 

The first day is the worst of it. On the second, you're not as addled and a bit relieved not to be hidden in some safe house waiting for a signal or listening to Lloyd make sick jokes. Still, you'd rather be with him.

The second night, you expect some sort of word from him. Still nothing. 

You lay in bed, restless. You don't dream about him anymore, you don't close your eyes and think about what it'd be like to be beautiful or interesting, you know it will never happen. But you worry about him. That you'll never be rid of.

The third morning, a Saturday, you go down to make your coffee. Other agents mill about as the tech crew speak into their headsets and type furiously. Something’s going on.

You near the doorway and listen in, trying to discern the chaos. There's cams to switch cameras and directions given, coordinates read out and warnings about oncoming targets. It's the usual, the same chatter you listen to over the comms when Lloyd's out in the field. Now you can only hear one side.

As the tempo builds, there's another furor. The chime that signals the censor at the front gate. Rico storms out of comms central as you flatten yourself to the wall and wait to trail him until he's past the stairs.

"What the fuck is going on?" He waves an agent in black close, "who the fuck is here?"

The agent puts his fingers to his earpiece, "we have sights."

"I asked who it was, not if you can make a shot," Rico shoves the man and stomps to the front doors, shoving them open before him. "Tell them to go the fuck away."

An agent runs up the driveway, puffing as he holds his gun securely in front of him. He stops as Rico gets to the bottom of the stairs 

"Sir, sir, it's… it's Valhalla."

"Val-what?" Rico snips.

"Valhalla!" The man repeats louder.

"Shit. Fuck." Rico continues in a rampant flurry of Spanish, "they're early."

"Sir," the agent bows his head as another appears before him.

You frown and watch from the doorway, trying to stay out of sight as you eavesdrop. 

Hm. Valhalla. You know the name, rather well, but only through correspondence. A code name. For a faceless man and his deep pockets. You hadn't heard it recently though. You thought that whole thing fizzled out.

"Fuck, Hansen, take your fucking time," Rico mutters between his Spanish diatribes, "let them in. Full search." You hear him clop back up the stairs before he blusters inside, "I need men. Now!"

He turns and sees you cradling your coffee with a dumb look. He sneers and rolls his eyes, "perfect. You'll do. We need rooms. We have guests."

"What?" You squint. 

"You're a woman, you should know how to make them at home."

"You're not my boss," you grimace and drink your coffee.

"Don't get smart with me just because that idiot keeps sniffing at his heels. Go and do something useful for once," he claps at you.

You don't move. You take orders from one person. Otherwise, you stay out of the way.

"Fuck!" He hollers and twists on his heel again.

He marches into the next room and you slowly near the front doors, still ajar as they gape out at the golden day. You come outside and descend the steps, standing just by the plinthed flower vase at the bottom. You watch the gates roll apart, letting in the convoy lined outside.

There are four cars in total. All ivory and gleaming. They hardly seem like military vehicles.

You don't get it. You pull out your phone and scroll through your emails. The last message you got from Valhalla was months ago and it left you at a stalemate between them and your indomitable boss.

The first car pulls up and stops, the other fanning out behind it. Agents circle, keeping a broad perimeter as they watch with similar intrigue. Rico appears again, muttering to himself as he holsters a gun.

You look back to the grated bumper of the luxury SUV. The engine rolls over as you find yourself holding your breath. This is it, the vaunted Valhalla. You keep your mug close to your chest as the car door opens and your jaw nearly hits the floor.

It's a man more gorgeous than anyone you've ever seen before. Well, maybe not everyone but damn close. His golden hair is braided down his back and a few wavy strands hang loose around his face. His sky blue eyes shine in the sunlight as he smiles, the expression lining his face immaculately. You gulp and force your mouth shut.

There's a brief lull before anyone reacts. Rico is the first to snap into action. He clamours down and offers a hand, "Valhalla, hello, Rico. Hansen is in the field but I will be your host."

"Ah, Rico," Valhalla repeats with a keen lilt, "you'll do for the time being."

His blue eyes scan the facade of the compound. It appears nothing more than a remote and overpriced mansion. The man takes a deep breath as if tasting the air and pauses as his gaze falls upon you. His brows twitch but he does not react otherwise.

He turns back to Rico and claps his back, "well, we traveled far, we require food and sleep and if you can spare it, lots of alcohol."

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[harrywavycurly]

I miss killer!eddie 😔

Hiii babes!! Awe I miss him too, I have a little tiny thing for you and I hope you enjoy it!💖

*I know this isn’t for everyone so if it’s not your thing then just scroll on by babes*

TW: mentions of a deceased body

-find all things serial killer Eddie here✨

“Hey baby,” Eddie holds the phone to his ear with his shoulder so it doesn’t fall to the floor. “How’s the girl’s night going?” He raises an eyebrow as he hears you let out a sad sigh.

“We just got out of a movie.” Your voice is rough letting Eddie know you’ve been crying, he instinctively feels his grip tighten on the roll of tape he has in his hands. “I didn’t like it.” You sniffle making Eddie’s heart drop as he quickly places the tape into his duffle bag before zipping it up.

“I’m sorry Princess what was it about?” He asks as he looks around the kitchen that doesn’t belong to him to make sure he didn’t forget anything. He grabs the phone with his right hand and puts you on speaker but is quick to mute you so he can finish dealing with the man that’s currently zip tied to one of his own dining room chairs.

“It was scary.” Eddie runs a hand over his face and lets out a sigh because he knows how you handle scary movies and it’s not well. “They want to go to dinner.” Eddie unmutes you and it’s as if he can just picture you now, standing outside the movie theater with a pout on your face as your friends try to make plans for the rest of the night.

“But?” He asks as he walks over to the man and bends down so he can gently remove the tape from his mouth knowing he isn’t going to be making any sounds that’ll have you wondering what he’s doing, due to the fact that Eddie made it to where the man tied to the chair won’t be making any kind of noise ever again.

“I miss you.” Eddie smiles as he stands up and walks back into the man’s kitchen to grab his duffle bag.

“I miss you too baby.” He responds in his sweet soothing tone that he knows makes you feel better in situations like this. “How about I come get you and we can go to Target and check out their Valentine’s Day stuff? I know you want some new pillows for the living room.” He can practically hear you smiling over the phone and it makes him smile to himself as he does one final sweep of the kitchen and living room making sure there’s nothing that can pinpoint him to the untimely demise of the man tied to the chair.

“You’d do that?” Eddie playfully rolls his eyes at your question while he mutes you as he shuts the garage door before climbing into his truck where he unmutes you so he can answer your silly question.

“Of course sweetheart.” He answers as his phone connects to his car’s Bluetooth letting him place his phone on the center console so he can take the booties off that he had covering his boots so he wouldn’t leave boot marks anywhere. “I can be there in five minutes.” You let out a noise of excitement making Eddie laugh because you’re just too cute sometimes.

“Okay I’ll be outside waiting for you.” Eddie nods and looks down at his dashboard and sees it’s a bit cold outside. “And yes I have my new jacket on so you can’t miss me.” He smiles because it’s as if you could read his mind and knew he was going to ask if you had your new puffy pink jacket on.

“Okay baby I’ll see you soon.” Eddie states as he places his duffle bag under his seat before backing out of the driveway. “I love you.” You say it back before hanging up. “Oh shit.” Eddie mumbles as he puts the truck in park and quickly gets out and grabs the little tool kit from his back pocket while heading to the back of the vehicle. He looks around before he quickly unscrews the licenses plate on his truck so his real one can now be visible, not worried about someone seeing it now that it’s getting dark outside. “Now time to go get the princess.” He mumbles as he gets back into the driver’s seat so he can head to the movie theater to pick you up.

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[aurorawritestoescape]

JACKET

No outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader

Drabble: Joel’s jacket got too small for him.

Tw: 18+ mdni, allusions to smut, fluff, weight talk, Joel gained weight and we love it, swearing, pet names ‘daddy’, ‘baby’, leather kink? idk

A/n: sometimes I see a picture and can’t rest until I write something based on it😅 thank you @iamasaddie for the pic and the inspiration😘 Big ‘Heyyy!’ to the Queen of Chubby!P-Boys @beefrobeefcal 🙌

Word count: 560

“Oh, fuck!”

“What is it?” you ask with worry in your voice walking into the room. You find Joel standing in front of the mirror moving his arms back and forth. He’s wearing his brown leather jacket, unzipped over his grey t-shirt.

“Look, my jacket doesn’t fit me anymore. I got too big!” he complains not tearing his eyes away from his reflection. His brows are furrowed and he looks genuinely upset. He drops his arms in frustration and you rush to comfort him with a deep sigh.

You stand behind him and put your arms on his biceps covered by the soft material of the jacket. Your palms glide up and down his arms in a calming gesture. It’s a really nice jacket. You always loved how he looked wearing it. Completely hidden from the mirror by Joel’s huge frame you peek from behind his shoulder, searching his eyes in the mirror.

“It’s ok, Joel, we’ll get you a new one.”

“Yeah, but… I liked this one. I should go on a diet,” he sighs, crossing his arms on his chest and you notice the fabric on his back stretch dangerously close to ripping.

“That blue shirt you like is also too tight by the way," he complains to your reflection, “This jacket was always so comfortable and now if I zip it up, look..” he turns to you, closing the jacket as it stretches around his stomach. He’s pointing at his middle with wide eyes and of course you feel sorry for him but the sight of his body in tight leather does something unexpected to you. Your heartbeat increases and you feel tingling between your thighs.

You put your hands on his soft leather-clad stomach and glide them up to his broad chest.

“You look good,” you whisper, staring at his frame so broad under your palms.

Joel notices the change in your behavior and smirks, shaking his head at you, “Oh, baby…”

“I’m sorry that you’re upset but…I love that you got a little bigger, daddy.”

He hears the pet name and his pupils blow out as his hands find your waist. He moves closer, pressing his body against yours and wrapping his arms around you. The mixture of leather and Joel hits your nostrils and you lean into him enjoying this smell as your hands snake around his middle and clasp behind his back. You tilt your head up and find him looking down at you, his gaze dark and hungry.

“You want daddy to get soft and squishy, huh?” he asks with a smile as his gaze slides down to your parted lips. You practically purr as a response and he leans down to kiss you. You melt into his embrace as your lips slowly caress each other. Joel groans into your mouth and pushes his hips into yours pressing his hardness against your belly.

“Let’s get you to bed, baby,” he mumbles and bends down to take you into his arms. As soon as he lifts you, one arm under your knees and the other supporting you behind your back, you hear a loud ripping sound. You both freeze gaping at each other before bursting into laughter.

“Now you definitely need a new jacket,” you giggle, as he heads upstairs carrying you to the bedroom in his big strong arms.

Thank you for reading!💖

Tag list: @milla-frenchy @bbyanarchist @harriedandharassed @missannwinchester @nervousmumbling

#pedro pascal #joel miller #pedro pascal characters #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller x you #the last of us #drabble #tw weight #tw weight gain #weight talk

[ataleofcrowns]

Releasing Patreon Bonus Stories

Hey all!!

I've taken a bit of a break from writing during September, but I'm returning to working on AToC starting from tomorrow. In the meantime, since I've had my Patreon up for over a year now, I thought it would be nice to release a few of the exclusive snippets to the public.

These are only a select few that I chose randomly to release, featuring a scene from the game told through the POV of the love interests. The ones included in this file are:

R meeting the Crown for the first time in CH2

A comforting the Crown after the nightmare in CH3

D seeing the Crown dressed up for the first time in CH4

X Seeing the Crown's coronation vision in CH7

I've also included snippets showing how the Crown's parents met each other, how X met Tûjo and Heval, and how Perjin met R told from Perjin's perspective.

You can download the file from this link. It's a zip file, so you'll have to unzip it ("extract all" option after right-clicking it), then open up the index.html file in any browser of your choice. Just make sure not to move any of the files outside of its folder, or you'll break the images/fonts!

If you enjoy these snippets, consider pledging to my Patreon! You can view the total list of available snippets for each tier in this Google doc, it'll be updated as I add more stories each month.

Thanks so much for all your support over these years, hope you enjoy these bonus snippets 💖

EDIT: This post is outdated, you can find the latest release of Patreon bonus stories in this post!!

#a tale of crowns #interactive fiction #patreon #bonus #no i will not be releasing any more freebies #at least not any time soon #ask me next year when i've written more bonus stories

[josephquinnswhore]

Hii, I'm new here and loving everything you wrote xD

can I request one pedro x reader in which they meet each other at a party or sth but reader is in a relationship with someone else (famous or not, it doesn't matter) but pedro gets mesmerized and it's pretty much love at first sight on his part and he acts respectfully but yet very flirty saying one day they'll be together and reader will be his and some months or a year or so later they meet again by chance and reader is now single and also sure pedro forgot about her but he didn't and they just flirt again and there's a sparkle there, it could end on smut or not, it's up to you! Thanks 💖

I’ll Wait For Love

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x female reader.

Summary: Pedro waits for you after a love at first sight moment with you.

Word Count: 4.6k

Content Warning: reader has a dirtbag boyfriend, abusive relationship, he threatens to off himself. (Reader is oblivious). Use of whore, hooker etc. Foul language, getting drunk. Bit of spice at the end but nothing actually happens.

Note: thank you for requesting this, I went overboard I’m sorry 😭😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I decided to change things up a bit to go with the plot I hope that’s okay!!

“You’re not wearing that. You look like a cheap hooker, go change now.” You frown at the comment, liking how the dress sits on you, but you know better to argue, Ben, your new found boyfriend of a few months was sensitive on topics like this; what you’re allowed to wear, but you thought it was sweet, it means he cares about you right? Plus you were his, your body wasn’t meant for wondering eyes.

“Sure hun. Do you want to pick out something nice and I’ll change?” You start to kick of your heels and unzip the knee high silver dress, approaching the mirror in your bedroom, you take a look at yourself and decide he’s right, it’s not the right outfit, you do look cheap.

“Put this on.” He had pulled out a floor length gown, navy blue in colour and it had mesh long sleeves, and a high neckline, it kind of felt suffocating but you didn’t argue. “Zip me up?” He does, his hands feel like fire on your skin, and like a flame you try not to flinch at the warmth on your cool skin.

“What do you think?” You ask, twirling for him, holding your hands in front of your stomach, fingers intertwined in a nervous twitch as you rub your fingers together. He smiles, his suit hanging off him loosely as he walks towards you. “You look perfect. That’s my girl.” You relish in the compliment, your eyes flutter shut and he kissed you on the forehead, smoothing your hair after he disturbs it.

“You can put those black heels back on, I love how they make your ass look, but I better not catch anyone else looking.” You’re grateful to wear the heels, not really wanting to wear flats of sneakers to a work after party. You check your watch, you were running late now, you had to get there. “Are we ready to go?” Ben hums in return and slightly pushes on the small of your back to get you moving, you almost trip on the fraying carpet of the bedroom.

When you get into the car, the aircon is blasting in your face, the music is too quiet and you wish you had something to focus on that would take the nerves away. You decide on smoothing your dress over and over in an attempt to calm yourself.

“What are our social rules? Tell me babe.” You knew this was coming, the rules he’d set every time you’d go to a public function together, in which you reasoned, he just wanted to keep you safe, he didn’t want to be seen with a slob.

“1. No swearing or cursing. 2. No hanging out with guys without you. 3. No getting stupid drunk.”

He looks at you with pride in his eyes and offers you a lopsided grin. “There’s my good girl.” You feel yourself smiling, cheeks hurting as you force the grin, all you want to do is make him happy, proud of you.

When you get to the event his eyes are watchful of the people around you, his hand immediately meets your ass as he leads you around like his award winning show animal.

The noise from inside the club is booming from outside, you come across your security guard from work and he greets you. “Good evening miss, sir. Enjoy the night.” He winks playfully and you smile at the tall man, “thank you Simon, be seeing you!” Your boyfriend scoffs from beside you and your smile drops, not wanting to annoy him already, you had just gotten here.

The music was loud inside the club, the lights were colourful and the speed in which they move around began to hurt your sensitive eyes. When you move into the dance floor, a familiar voice comes through the speaker. “Here’s the women that made it all happen, everyone give her a round of applause.” The DJ pointed to you and you flush red, bashful all of a sudden as your work colleagues cheer for you. You wave in a thanks and you’re about to keep moving when your co-owners stand on the stage, baring teeth as they grin at you, the music has stopped now and Ben pulls you to him roughly with his arm around your waist.

“Thanks to this lovely lady, for pushing us to make the game so special to us into a tv show, which has been shown so much love in return and unspeakable success, without you we would have found our new family.” You’re crying at the speech Andy and Jason are giving, and you thank the gods your make up is waterproof.

“We want to give you the pleasure of inviting you back to our VIP area with a few more special guests in our team tonight, what do you say?” The room goes quiet and you’re cheering, nodding yes. How could you refuse that offer, Ben stands beside you however is furious, you hadn’t consulted him, you had publicly embarrassed him as he had not been invited, he wouldn’t be allowed in. What were you trying to do, get away from him? Not going to happen.

“You’re not fucking going in there, I can’t protect you in there.” His hand is on your wrist and you wince, pulling away from his grip as Andy and Jason come over, eyeing the two of you before leading you away, “come on, let’s get this started hm?” Jason stays behind, feeling the first hand anger of your boyfriend being embarrassed, “sorry man, no plus ones.” He held his hand out to stop him and walked off, unaware of the holes Ben was burning in the back of his head. You turn around and mouth ‘I’m sorry’ but by the look in his eyes as he watches the men lead you away, you’d fucked up, badly.

You turn to the men, anxiety clawing up the back of your throat, “hey Um, maybe I should go, you know.” The men look at each other and shake their head, “absolutely not.” Andy huffs. “You’re coming with us, pretty lady.” Jason compliments. That would only get you in even more trouble.

The VIP area was stunning, there was one giant lounge that was in the shape of a half circle, the dark red velvet felt amazing as you graze your fingers over it, a large chestnut wooden table sits in the middle. The people who already are seated, stand up to greet you. First is Bella Ramsey, you pull them into you, squeezing them before you let go. “You look beautiful you know.” You shrug it off caustically, “and you look handsome.” Your fingers run across the blue suit they wear, the blue brighter than your own dress but still looked like you dressed to match.

Next was Anna Torv, her long blonde hair sits on her shoulders, you smile as you see her, you’re both mock screaming as she pulls you into her. Your chin rests on her shoulder, in your heels you’re almost as tall as her without. “It’s so great to see you, you’re looking stunning.” She gives you a once over once she pulls back, looking you up and down before smacking your ass. “How have things been with Ben?” You sigh, people knew things weren’t great but was the only one who spoke of it.

“He’s upset I came in here, I dunno maybe it was a mistake coming at all, i just wanna forget Anna,” she grins, “then we’ll make you forget hun, what’s your poison?” You hum, looking at the menu she had handed you that was sat on the table, “it’s gotta be a fruit tingle, I would die for one right now.” She walks towards the private bar and orders you a drink. The last man that’s in the room and coming towards you is Pedro Pascal, an emerald green suit clings to his broad shoulders, a black turtle neck fits him deliciously underneath, his hair is messy in a way that makes you swoon, the unruly curls and patchy beard have you swooning for the man before he even says a word to you.

“Hi I’m Pedro, it’s so wonderful to meet you again, we’ll properly this time.” You give him a lopsided smile, “it is wonderful to meet you properly. How are you enjoying your evening?” He shrugs, “I haven’t had the chance to check out the bar yet, care to join me?” You nod, “sure, Anna’s just ordered me a drink.”

When you get to the bar Anna turns to you, seeing Pedro in tow by your side, she gives you a smirk and you raise an eyebrows, giving her a look that ceases her action. “Hey pretty lady I was just coming to find you, here.” Pedro orders a whisky as he stands beside you. She hands you the drink and you sip out of the straw, stirring the ice and watching as it swirls around the glass. “Pedro, this is gonna be a great night dontcha think?” He looks at you, actually taking you all in with a slow up and down look.

He takes a sip from his glass, nodding to himself. “Yeah, it’ll be a good night.” The words left unspoken were in her company.

Hours go by and you realise you’re tipsy, you should probably stop now while you’re ahead, you’re sat between Pedro and Anna, the two are up to a whole lot of mischief when they hang out, now you’ve been dragged into it. “So you’re the beautiful lady I gotta thank for turning the game into the tv series huh? Anna told me you’re a founder of Naughty Dog.”

You shrug, your humbleness was something everyone admired. “I thought it would be awesome to see it on screen you know, I grew up playing the game and wanted to do something special with it as an adult. Keep the story alive.” Pedro sits with his legs towards you, leaning in close to listen as the music blasts over the speakers, lifting his drink to his lips as he takes a sip, his tongue licks the sticky residue off after some drips from the cup.

“I actually pushed the casting director to try and see if you’d be interested in the role when I realised you’d auditioned, I just knew we had to have you.” Your words sent Pedro’s cheeks flushing bright red, he runs a hand through his hair at your drunken confession. “So you’re the woman I have to thank for my success.” You set your drink down on a coaster on the table, your hand on Pedro’s knee as you give him a sincere look. “You’ve got no one to thank but yourself, you’re a talented actor and I’m sorry it’s taken the world this long to appreciate you and your hard work.”

Pedro thinks he fell in love then and there, he wanted to pull you into him, kiss you with all his might and take you home. But he couldn’t, he saw you walk in with some guy that’s the opposite of how he looks, blonde hair, green eyes and a slim build, there’s no way you’d find him attractive. He shoots his shot anyway; being too drunk to care about the consequences, especially not the fact you’re literally his boss. “You’re gonna be mine someday, beautiful lady. I gotta have you.” You bite your lip as you look up at him, wishing now for nothing more than to kiss him and let him take you home.

“Yeah sure, Pascal whatever you say.” You roll your eyes playfully and stand wobbly, he helps you up and holds you in place as you wipe your sweaty hands on your dress, Pedro’s flirty and charming personality was taking its toll on you.

“I better head home, it was incredible to meet you properly. Hopefully we can catch up again soon.” You smile, your face completely red as you realise how much you’ve had to drink. His face is unreadable and a beat goes by before he offers, “why don’t I take you home, just so I know you get home safe.” You turn around and look, not being able to see Ben anywhere in the general club area, you’re humming and ah’ing about what to do. “I came here with someone, I should probably wait for him.”

“Actually, your boyfriend left like an hour ago, he was super pissed about something.” Your heart drops to your stomach, fuck.

You rush to gather your things and scramble in a panic that worries Pedro. He stops you with a hand, “hey, you’re in no state to go home alone, let’s catch a cab.” Your heart rate is pounding so fast you think you might spew. “Okay.”

The cab stinks of cigarettes and cheap cologne, a bitter mix that had your gag reflex heaving, you had to fight the nausea of the car rocking back and forth not to spew in the car. Pedro rubs your shoulders as you slump into him, his hands tucking your loose strands of hair behind your ears. “Hey, keep your eyes open for me gorgeous, don’t fall asleep you’re almost home.” Home. If your home was with Ben then why did everything with Pedro feel so natural, so beautiful and seemed to be flourishing already. You sighed, you’d have to go back to Ben and he would be furious with you.

The cab comes to a halt and you open the door, turning back to Pedro, “let me walk you to your door.” Pedro offers, you shake your head, “he’s already mad I don’t-I don’t wanna make him angrier. See you around.” You offer a small smile before wobbly stepping out of the cab into the cold air, it was 12:38. The cold nipped at every crack and crevice in your body, only warming after you had climbed 3 sets of stairs to get to your apartment, the elevator was unavailable to use after 11:30pm, stupid assholes whoever made that rule.

As you get to your door, your chest is heaving, you bring your keys up to the door to unlock it and turn the key, but it doesn’t unlock, you try every key on your lenyard but it doesn’t work, he’s changed the locks; again. You start to bang on the door, not wanting to deal with his bullshit this late, you were exhausted, just wanting to go to bed. With no reply you start banging on the door more furiously, “Ben let me in!” You stand for a few more minutes and you hear shuffling, “you can find somewhere else to stay tonight, whore.” You sigh, “please ben, just let me in.” He scoffs, the sound muffled through the door, “get lost.” His footsteps shuffle away and you hit the door and yell, “fuck you!”

You race out of the building, heels in hands by the time you get to the bottom of the stairs, tears in your eyes and body freezing. You ring Anna a few times, who was by the sound of it, still at the club. She was surprised to hear you crying, but not really. “Hey An, can you come get me please? I need a place to stay tonight.” Your voice is wobbling and shaking at the cold air and the emotions you’re feeling.

“Stay where you are hun I’m coming to get you.”

You weren’t sure how long you waited before Anna shows up, Simon was driving and he got out of the car to help you up off the sidewalk, your shoes still in your hands as your feet ache from 6 flights of stairs you’d walked tonight. As Simon helps you up, you hear Ben yelling to you, cheeks red and gasping for breath. “Babe wait! Wait please.” You turn to him, a scowl on your face as you wait for him to explain himself. “Don’t leave babe please. I need you, you’re the only one that stops me from hurting myself, please don’t leave.”

You freeze, you didn’t want him to hurt himself, of course you didn’t. You were scared it would be all your fault if something did happen, that’s what made you stay as long as you did. Anna steps between you, offering a barrier between you to protect you from the manipulation, “she’s coming with me Ben.” Ben growls when you don’t come to his defence. “I’ll fucking kill myself if you leave me.” He shouts at you, “it’ll be your fault you know!” You’re sobbing and shaking into Anna as she leads you to the backseat of the car. “No wait! Babe please wait! I’m sorry I’ll change!”

Simon shoves Ben as he nears the car, a clear warning of what he’ll do to protect you. As Simon drives off you head the distant shout of, “you’re nothing without me!” You sob and Anna pulls you into her, running a hand through your hair as she shushes you, “you know none of that nonsense is true hun. I’ve got you.” She kisses the top of your head and let’s you cry into her, she feels a sense of pride when you speak through your tears, “I’m done An, I’m finally done for good.” She had never been more proud of you.

The next time Pedro sees you is nearly 10 months after your proper meeting at the work place party. You had returned to work after months in therapy and working on yourself, it had been hard work, trying to reverse all that Ben had done to you. You’d even gone to the lengths of getting a restraining order after he had followed you around town a few times, even sitting in the workplace parking lot waiting for you to finish work.

You looked different to the first time he got to know you, not by physical appearance, but you had a shine about you, you were glowing in your own warmth that had come from your hard work alone. You had been shuffling through some paperwork when Pedro had knocked on your door in the office, you’re met with a nervous Pedro, you have a gentle smile on your face and welcome him in, “please, have a seat.” He sits across from you and you set your paperwork down.

“Is everything okay?” He shuffles, “uh yeah everything’s fine, I just wanted to say it’s great to have you back.” Your heart flutters at his kindness, he was such a sweetheart. “Thank you Pedro, it’s incredible to be back, is there anything else?” You didn’t want to rush him out, in fact you loved his company, but you could tell there was something that was bothering him.

“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong, but I’d like to take you out for dinner, you know, on a date.” You smile at him, finally.

When you don’t reply as a beat passes he’s chuckling nervously, “sorry I said anything I must’ve-“ you stand over the desk and caress his face that’s looking up with to you with those chocolate brown orbs, full of vulnerability which makes you want him more. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask for months, of course I’ll go on a date with you.” His breath hitches when he realises how close you are, you kiss the corner of his lips and sit back down on your seat, picking your paperwork back up.

He watches you, stunned with your confidence and your actions, “pick me up from mine at 8?” Pedro nods, cutely stuttering as he agrees, “right, y-yes 8 will do perfectly!”

“Alright handsome, now get back to work.” You wink to him, “yes ma’am.” He says before leaving. Your heart is hammering so hard in your chest you’re finding it hard to focus on any paperwork. You start to wonder what the hell you’re gonna wear to dinner.

Pedro shows up at your house at 7:45pm, a punctual man is such a turn on. You’re shimmering your dress down a little bit so it sits comfortably, the red dress accentuates your body perfectly, the sweetheart neckline shows off a decent amount of cleavage without leaving nothing to the imagination, your gold heels were sparkling in the hallway light, your purse hanging off your shoulder as you answer the door. “Hey,” he says as if he’s breathless, and hands you a bouquet of flowers, he’s wearing a navy blue suit that’s unbuttoned, a white turtleneck sits comfortably underneath.

“Hi.” You greet, not hiding how obvious you are to checking him out. “You look so handsome,” you muse, taking the flowers and hold them to your chest. His cheeks flush as red as your dress, he takes your hand to lead you to his black Audi, “you look breathtaking, I’ve never felt luckier.” He opened the door for you and you sit down, carefully setting thr bowyer down at your feet, to your surprise, he leans over you and buckles your seatbelt in for you.

It drives you crazy, the smell of his natural musk mixed with cologne and his hair mousse. You have to fight the urge to bite the flesh on his neck to claim him as your own.

The radio is quiet as he drives to your location, the gps interrupting the song playing as it directs Pedro to take a right at the next set of traffic lights, he’s still beside you, looking like he’s fighting himself internally. You reach over and set a gentle hand on his thigh, that seems to relax him as he takes the right turn, his hand rests on top of yours as you encourage him to relax.

“You have arrived at your destination.”

The building was fancy; that was an understatement. It was a large building, what you can only assume are thousands of bricks and large open windows, the parking is exclusive and he picks a spot that he reserved, having to punch his reservation number into the device before the gates opened for him to enter.

“Thank you, such a gentleman.” You compliment as he opens the door for you. He readjusts his suit jacket, nerves getting the best of him as he locks his car as you walk towards the entrance of the building. You feel the ghost of his hand on the small of your back, as if he’s scared to actually touch you.

The interior of the building was beyond what you could’ve imagined, the lighting was dim; romantic. The music was quiet and the building was completely empty; had he rented out this whole thing? Just for you? The first man you meet is dressed in a suit, “welcome, Mr Pascal, please join us at our finest table.” He leads you away from the main area, into a reserved room which was stylishly decorated with balloons, rose petals and two tall candles on the table.

“Oh Pedro, you didn’t do this all for me did you?” He pulls your seat out for you and sits across from you, “it’s too much isn’t it? I knew I was going overboard. I’m sorry.” You frown at him, your hand caressing his own on the table, the silk tablecloth was gentle on your fingertips. “Pedro, listen to me sweetheart I’m only going to say this once.” His brown orbs meet yours, worried about what might come from your mouth.

“I like you, I have for a long time, okay? Whatever we do together I’m happy with. We could’ve went to McDonalds and I would’ve had a great time with you. No matter where we are or what we do. Now unclench your jaw and relax your shoulders handsome.” He obeys you, you see him visibly relax at your orders and he gives you a bashful look, he’s trying not to apologise. “Thank you, I just-after everything you’ve been through. I wanted it to be perfect.”

Your heart aches at his sweet confession, the words stick to your heart like thick honey. “Oh Pedro, it’s always been you sweetheart. You are perfect for me, perfect to me.”

The waiter comes with the first course, you hum in delight at the taste that tingles on your tastebuds.

“You know, Anna was the one that pushed me to ask you out, she knew I wanted to I was just-spineless I guess.” You laugh, of course she did.

“She’s been rooting for us since that night at the club, I don’t blame her. Look at us.”

The second entree is delivered to you, as well as the waiter offering wine in which you accept, you both opting for red. You sip on your red wine as you pick at your food, talking and eating in between bites.

“You know I’ve had a crush on you ever since game of thrones, how could I not, are you kidding. Oberyn Martell was the love of my life as a young adult.” Pedro laughs at that, the crows feet by his eyes are endearing to you. The sound of his laugh is like the sweetest symphony you’ve ever heard.

“He’s everything I want to be, the sexiest guy ever.” You can’t contain the smile that breaks on your lips, “please, have you seen yourself? Every person on the internet right now wants Daddy Pascal.”

The sultriness of your voice wasn’t meant to be that-sexual. It had just slipped out-kind of. Pedro was cut off by the main course arriving, the smell was delightful and tasted even better with the accompaniment of the wine.

“What do you think of the whole daddy thing?” He asks, it’s not a question you’re expecting to come from him. You nearly choke on your food from laughing, you carefully swallow the food, the fullness becoming more and more with every bite, you were thankful the last course was dessert.

“I think it’s sexy.” You deadpan, honesty is the best policy right?! He spits his wine into his napkin, obviously not expecting that to come from your lips.

“I don’t have daddy issues, if that’s what you’re wondering. I just think it’s sexy that you embrace it, like you’re a dad for all the people out there that don’t have a good father figure. I think it’s sexy because I can imagine how good of a father you would be to your own children.”

Pedro watches you, dumbstruck, completely and utterly in love with you, without a doubt you are meant for him. The waiter clears your table, returning a few minutes later with dessert, the last course.

You sit in comfortable silence, you don’t mind that he didn’t say anything back, it’s a lot to take in and process and maybe you could’ve been crossing a line-but you wanted to be completely honest with him about your feelings.

“I think I love you.” He sputters out, “no.” He nearly shouts, earning a confused look from you, “I know I love you. God I want you to be mine.” His fingers are tapping on the table in a nervous stim, trying to draw the nerves away from his mouth and anything stupid he might say.

“I’m yours sweetheart.” It’s everything he wants to hear, you waltz over to him, sit on his lap sideways and play with the curls on the nape of his neck, “I’m yours Pedro.” He leans forward and brushes your lips together softly. You pull away after a few seconds and his pupils are blown out, dopamine flowing through the two of you creates a high you’ve never felt.

His fingers trace the hem of your dress, tickling your thigh which emits a low groan from you, “you’re gonna be mine forever right?” He already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear it. His fingers dance up your thigh, kissing your shoulder as he looks at you through his dark lashes. “Yeah baby, ‘m all yours, forever.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x fem reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal rpf #boyfriend Pedro pascal #Anna torv #Bella Ramsey #pedro pascal fic

[katsurinssims]

it's finally here! I've texture defaulted a bunch of (not all, some are just too uggo to me) base game hairs in the @antoninko afterglow hair system!

Why texture defaults? They make use of the hair meshes already in your game (low polycount meshes that won't tax your PC too), and make bulk creating nice looking townies much easier 💖

credits and DLs under the cut because there are... a lot

List of hairs + individual DL links

hairacorntuck - Download includes pink mirror hair, and I didn't retexture hairmediumcenterpart because it can be repo'd to acorntuck with this file by Artemida

hairbarrette (+ hairbarretteearmuffs) - Download

hairbowltwist - Download

hairbraidsup - Download

hairbun - Download compatible with mesh defaults such as my one

haircornrowslong - Download

hairfuzzylongcp - Download

hairflypigtails- Download

hairfrenchbraid - Download

hairgetfabulous - Download

hairhalo - Download

hairhighponytail - Download

hairlong - Download includes colourful mirror hairs

hairlongsimple - Download

hairmeg - Download

hairmessy - Download

hairponytail - Download

hairpoofs - Download

hairhatangora - Download

hairpagepunk - Download Includes colourful mirror hairs

hairpunkflip - Download

hairrosettes - Download

hairpgchoppy - Download Includes colourful mirror hairs

hairshortslick - Download

hairshorttuckin - Download

hairshortcute - Download Includes colourful mirror hairs

hairlowbun (+ haircrown) - Download

hairhatcapup (F only as M doesn't show hair) - Download

hairhatclassicstrawup - Download

hairformal - Download

hairpigtails - Download

hairhathip - Download

hairhatbucket (both genders and all colours) - Download

hairhatballcapup + hairhatballcapnpc (all colours and both genders, replaces all EPs as well not just base game) - Download the original version ~ Download the version with my Hayate delivery driver

hairmohawk - Download includes colourful mirror hairs AND Aquil's repo files so all colours appear for both genders

hairclosecrop - Download

haircombover (+ hairsemibald) - Download

haircornrows - Download

haircrewcut - Download

hairfrontalwave - Download

hairgibs (+ hairhatsnowearmuffs) - Download

hairmessy - Download

hairpeak - Download

hairpgskater - Download Includes blend mirror hair

hairponytail - Download

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[hotchs-big-hands]

Very late to starting so imma just have to skip to day three of marchhotchness by @hotchfiles which is a question!

What's your favourite Hotch outfit? Any reason for it?

Oh god okay I struggled deciding on just 6 looks. I also have no perception of what ep they come from so sorry abt that 💔 but anyway here we go LMAO

First look we have this really nice blueish/grey button down. It's smart casual, his pants are low on his hips and honestly he fills out the shirt real good 🤤 like goddAMN

Second, we have the classic brown quarter zip. I absolutely fucking LOVE this look. I have my own brown quarter zip that I pretend is his lmaooooo. It's just a cosy look and I love it 💖

Next we got the full on suit and tie :3 my favourite is when he wears a dark tie cuz he really suits dark colours imo!! Delicious, neat, I'm at his command 🫣

Him with the suit but no jacket is so hot like are you KIDDING ME. And in later seasons?? He has such a sexy dadbod which is a bit more obvious in these shirts so it's an instant favourite for me.

And now we have the orange sweater!!! It's such an adorable look, and one of my favourite scenes from the whole show too!! He's a littol pumpkin man 🥰🥰

And finally, we have another shirt without a tie and jacket. Hoo...... Legit one of the sexiest looks for me, smart casual, dark colour scheme, fits him in the right places UGH

In conclusion: idc what he wears cuz he's gonna look fucking good in it no matter what 🤤🤤🤤 I'm shamelessly a slvt for this man

#marchhotchness #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson

[sinsofstardust]

Wildflowers and Wine

A/N: i was yearning for soft!Sammy. i just really needed this, so it’s completely self indulgent. but maybe you guys will enjoy it too? So, here’s a fluffy lil Sam drabble💖

🌲🌲🌲

A weekend getaway was exactly what you needed to escape the stresses that life had been throwing at you. When Sam surprised you with a trip to a cabin deep in the woods, you were more than excited to have the alone time with him. You spent the night packing everything up and left first thing in the morning, “You’re gonna love it up in the Smokies, babe.” He lifted his hand from the wheel to grab yours in your lap, “There’s a really nice waterfall off of this one trail… It’ll be too cold to swim, but it’ll still be cool to see.”

Leaning over the center console, you placed a tiny peck on his jaw, “Thank you, Sammy. I really needed this.” His smile grew as he squeezed your hand. You reached over to turn the music up a bit and settled back into your seat, eventually falling asleep.

“Hey…We’re here, babe. Wake up.” His voice was a mere whisper as his fingertips brushed over your cheeks. It was almost as though he didn’t actually want to wake you up, but his whispers persisted, “Babe, come on.” He tugged at your arm and your eyes finally opened, blinking a few times, and settled on his face. Sam was standing outside of the passenger door, waiting for you to step out.

Once you exited the car, you got a full view of the cabin, “Oh. This is beautiful.” You spun in a circle, taking in the looming mix of trees. Maples and Pines. Oaks and Hickorys. You wanted to run straight into the woods to explore and he could sense it.

He grasped your waist, pulling you against him, “Let’s get you changed first, then we can go on a hike.” He had your hand, guiding you up the few steps to the front door.

You stopped, looking back to the car, “We have to unload the car, hun.” You tugged on him, but he kept walking, dragging you with him.

“I already carried everything in while you slept, c’mon.” He opened the door and allowed you to step inside. It was rustic and cozy, a small living space with the kitchen attached. Sam came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on your head, “I can’t wait to get you in front of the firplace tonight, babe.” He kissed the top of your head before releasing you and pointing to the short hallway with two doors, “Bedroom is left, bathroom is right. Go put some jeans on and grab a sweatshirt. I’m gonna put a pack together to for our hike.”

Wandering into the bedroom, you found the bags laid neatly on the bed and smiled to yourself as you dug through yours to find a pair of jeans. After lacing your sneakers up, you emerged from the bedroom, hoodie in your hand, and met Sam in the kitchen, “Ready, baby?”

He was tucking a few water bottles into the backpack and stalking over to you as he zipped it up, “Yep. Let’s go, pretty girl.” He grabbed your hand, twirling you under his arm twice, and pulled you out the front door, closing it behind him.

🌲🌲🌲

“Sammy, what is this?” You leaned down, examining the peachy-orange flower clusters, surrounded by long, thick leaves.

He sidled up to the shrub, plucking one of the flowers, “Rhododendron.” He turned you to face him, pushing your hair aside to slip the flower behind your ear, “They call these ones Flame Azaleas. They can range in color from white to yellow, even red… But the orange ones are my favorite.”

“They’re so pretty.” You picked your own bloom, carefully placing it in the breast pocket of his flannel.

“Come on, babe. The sun is starting to set, we should get back.” He was smiling wide as he turned around to walk back up the trail.

You fell into step behind him until something caught your eye, “Baby, wait!” You took off through the trees, “What is that?” You were ducking through leaves and branches, pushing through a dense thicket, as he chased after you.

“Y/N, slow down!” He finally caught up, breathing heavy as he began to scold you, “Babe, there’s bears and shit, you can’t just- Woah…” You’re sure his face had to of matched the incredulous expression of your own.

You stood in a clearing, staring out over a varying array of colorful wildflowers and tall, flowing grass, “Sammy, this is- Look at the sunset!” You pointed out to the horizon, forcing his attention to the dipping, golden sun as it cast an orange hue over the earth before you, “Baby, did you bring your camera? You have to get pictures of these.” You sunk to your knees into the grass, running your fingers over the various flower petals.

When you turned to look at up at Sam, his eyes were already on you, the brown of them turning to a fiery amber in the sunlight, “I left it at the cabin, we’ll have to come back tomorrow.” His lips lifted into a warm smile as he held his hand out to pull you from the ground, “Let’s head back before it gets dark.” He weaved his fingers with yours and led you back to the trail.

🌲🌲🌲

The walk back to the back the cabin was short and dusk was falling fast. As you walked through the front door, Sam broke away from you and rushed to the bedroom. You didn’t question it, just slipped out of your shoes and pulled your hoodie off to hang on a hook. Padding into the small kitchen, you opened the cabinets one by one until you found the cups before calling out to him, “Baby, do you want some wine? I’m gonna start dinner.” He called back a “sure, babe.” and you filled two mugs with the red. You sipped yours with a soft hum and began chopping veggies on the large cutting block.

Sam appeared seemingly out of nowhere, wearing a sweater and carrying a flashlight, “I’m gonna grab some firewood outside. I’ll be back, okay?” He pulled you against him, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

You pulled back with a smile, “Hurry up, dinner won’t be long and I already poured your wine, hun.”

“I’ll be quick, promise.” He pecked your lips one more time and slipped away.

Your attention went back to the pot in front of you as you stirred the vegetable soup, bringing the spoon up to your mouth to taste it. Going to bedroom to retrieve your phone, you came back into the kitchen, clicking a random playlist on, and finished up the food. Song after song played, but it wasn’t until the soup was finished that you realized Sam wasn’t back yet. You cut the flame on the stove off and went to grab your hoodie to go find him but he was coming in the door before you stepped out of the kitchen, “Sammy, I was starting to get worried! What took so long?”

He was holding his hands behind his back with a beaming grin on his face, “I had a little side quest…” He pulled his hands around revealing what he was hiding.

“Oh my god, baby…” Your mouth hung open as you stared at the makeshift bouquet. A bundle of the all the diverse wildflowers you’d seen in the field on your hike, tied together at the stems with a few long pieces of the grass that surrounded them. He had to of gotten at least two of every species of flower there was, “Sammy, you went back in the dark and got these for me?” You took the bouquet from his hands and held it to your nose.

“Of course I did. I saw the way your face lit up when you saw them and knew I had to get them.” He watched you turn around and walk back to the kitchen, “Pretty flowers for the prettiest girl.”

“Thank you, honey, I love them.” You laid them across the countertop and went to the sink to fill a cup with water. When you turned back to him, He was standing in the middle of the room, drinking his wine, eyes locked on you, “Why are you looking at me like that?” You couldn’t hide the shy smile that ghosted over your mouth.

Sam set his cup down and stepped towards you, snaking his arms around your waist, “I love you…” He swayed you through the kitchen, holding you close while the music flowed from your phone, “I’ll pick all the flowers in the world if it means your eyes will light up like that.” He brushed the stray hairs from your forehead and began peppering your face with soft kisses.

You giggled through his attack, trying to shield your face, until he stopped and caught your lips with his, “I love you too, Sammy.” You wrapped your arms around his torso and held him tight as you laid your head on his chest, “I don’t need all the flowers… You make my eyes and my heart light up without even trying.”

He rested his cheek on the top of your head, humming along to whatever song played while he rocked you back and forth, “I’m still gonna pick you all those flowers tomorrow…”

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A/N: Helloo every-nyan !! 🤭🤭💖💖 This is a special treat for my lovely fandom wife @buggyandthebartoclub AND my lovely beautiful Suga Suga @guilty-sugar who I am so blessed to know and im so happy you both put up with my crazy ass, i love u guys sm 🥺🥺🥺 and we all know Shachi is obsessed with the fact that three hotties love him 🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖 I hope you both enjoy this lil snacky-snack from your favourite Mandie 💖💖💖💖💖💖💋💋💋💋

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A breathy groan presses past your lips as Shachi's shaky fingers zip down your boiler suit, his own warm lips pressed against your throat. Sharp teeth ghosted across your skin as his hands finally tugged down the top half of the suit, desperate fingers gripping and teasing over your breasts.

"S-Shachi, wait-"

Immediately, he pulled back, his eyes staring you down worriedly over the top of his shades, his breathing heavy as he somehow gets out,

"Did I hurt you? You okay, babe?"

Your hands flutter over his face with a nod, a small smile washing over your burning face as you replied almost nervously,

"It's just... here?"

He raises an eyebrow with a wide grin, glancing up to Boiler Number 3 before glancing back down at you with a low chuckle.

"Why not here? We can make some noise and walk away sweaty without a second look from anyone else..."

He moved closer to moan lightly in your ear,

"Isn't that exciting?"

Your eyes fell shut at the feeling of his breath dancing across your skin, your smile widening slightly as you responded back by snaking your hands back around his shoulders and into his hair. You pulled him back to you, your lips finding his as if from muscle memory.

His tongue fought yours for a few moments, his hands resuming their teasing and wandering, sneaky fingers pressing against your flesh and pulling at your black cropped tank top. Your own fingers played with his firey locks, his hat sliding back until it hit the ground with a muted thump.

In a flash, he turned you around, your front pressed against the cold wall of the Tang as one of his hands wandered lower, pulling at the rest of your suit before pulling his own open, a desperate nature of him filling your senses. You could feel how slick and soaked you were, though nervous sweat beads on your skin as you glance to the side, keeping watch in case someone came around the corner quick enough to catch you two.

A choked moan reverberates off the metal as two of his long fingers press into you, a guttural sound leaving him as his teeth sink gently into the place between your shoulder and neck. He only pulls away to breathe into your ear,

"I knew you'd be fuckin' soaked, you slut."

You twitch around his fingers at the words, a low chuckle leaving him again as he curls his fingers and you see stars for a moment, the pads of his digits pressing your soft, spongy spot that sent pleasure over entire body.

"Already so close, babe? Tsk..."

He pulled out of you to motion for you to step out of one side of your suit and panties the same time as he rips his own suit down, pulling his strained cock from from his boxers. In a flash, he's pressed inside you, a loud, echoing sound leaving both of you at the feeling.

Your cunt sang for him as he began to move, the wet, pornographic sounds filling the boiler room as Shachi chases his own high. His one hand moves from holding your stomach to your neck, pressing down just enough to cut your breathing short. When you tap his forearm twice, he releases your throat and you inhale harshly, eyes rolling back with a lazy grin on your face.

"Y-you're so close, ba-babe," he almost laughs out, nearly breathless as his hips snap against your ass. "I c-can feel, how tigh- fuck..."

The building pressure inside was dizzying, your moans growing louder and louder as you begged him not to stop, your burning palms sucking in the chill from the metal wall.

"Shachi, oh God, Shachi-!"

His hips stuttered as you clenched and creamed around his cock, his rythym thrown for a second before he pounds back into you, his own moans barely muffled by your skin as he presses hot, wet kisses to anywhere he can reach.

"Fuck!"

One last, harsh thrust has him twitching and overflowing inside you, your vision going black right as someone rounds the corner. Your head falls back onto Shachis shoulder as he peppers breathless kisses to the side of your face before pulling a shaky finger to his sharp-toothed grin. You rolled your eyes with a slow nod as you both slowly come down from your high, his grip tight but welcoming on your body as his hands gently trace lovingly over your skin.

When your crew-mate finally rounded the corner to leave, Shachi slowly pulled from you, groaning at how your shared essence hit the floor. He was quicker than you, pulling himself together and grabbing paper towel, leaning down to clean the floor with a loud laugh as he watched you struggle to get back into your suit.

You threw him a withered glare, your cheeks painted a burnt pink as you finally gathered yourself, zipping up your suit and throwing your hair into a messy bun before picking up your lovers hat.

"Wasn't that fun, babe?"

You gave a short, almost barking laugh as Shachi tossed the paper towel into the trash, holding one hand out to you for you to take. You took the few steps to him and your fingers intertwined, a soft gasp leaving you as he pulled you to him roughly, his other arm wrapping around you and keeping your body to his.

"... okay, yeah. Yeah, it was fun."

He laughed loudly at your admittance before pulling you to a kiss, his love for you pouring into this one kiss that overfilled your heart. When he pulled away, his eyes watched you over his shades as you reached up to put his orca hat back where it belonged. His face broke out into a wide grin as he pulled you into a kiss again, soft murmurs of 'I love you,' escaping him.

"Are you guys done?!"

Shachi gave you one more quick kiss before lazily looking to poor Penguin and Bepo, both Heart Pirates sharing a bold, bright red face.

"You guys are nasty!" Came from poor Bepo, his voice a few octaves higher as he covered his face with large paws.

"And no invite?! Wow, feel the love, guys!" Penguin immediately got a slap over the back of his head from an embarrassed white paw.

"DON'T BE GROSS, PENGUIN!"

Shachi took the moment to laugh loudly before taking your hand once again. He took off running, pulling your tired body behind him as you both rushed past the other Hearts. You both grinned and laughed in delight as Bepo called out,

"We're gonna go tattle, you nasties!"

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Life in the City 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bad friends, creep behaviour, abuse of power dynamics, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You move to the big city and find yourself swallowed up by its chaos.

Characters: Clark Kent, Thor Odinson, short!reader

Note: A brief reprieve from the snakish prince.

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You sleep lightly, A restless night that leaves your skull fragile. You give up your attempts as the sun rises through the windows. You sit up and stretch, looking around the soft hues limning the walls of Melanie’s apartment.

You stand and move cautiously through the space. You change in the bathroom, doing your best not to make too much noise as you go out to grab your bag. You brush your teeth and tidy up. You’ll have a shower when you get home.

You emerge and look around, making sure you haven’t left anything out. You take the time to clean up the snacks from the night before and place everything away in the cupboard. You know Melanie’s on a diet but it feels wrong to take it all back with you.

As you zip up your bag, a shadow darkness the hallway and you look up as Clark tussles his dark hair and stretches. You glimpse at him briefly, mortified to find him shirtless, his hard torso exposed above the low elastic of his sweatpants.

“Morning,” his voice is silty with sleep, “what… are you leaving already?”

“Well, I… I should head off. Get out of your way,” you shrug as you speak quietly, “plus, I got chores…”

“Oh, do you need a ride,” he lets his hand drag down his chest as you shift awkwardly, clinging to your knapsack.

“Um, that’s nice, but I’ll just catch the bus–”

“The bus?” He echoes, “let me throw on a shirt and get myself together. I can’t let you just sneak off.”

“Erm, I guess… I could wait and say goodbye to Melanie, I just thought–”

“Yeah, she won’t be up for a while,” he drops his arms, his chest puffed proudly, “you know, she drank a lot. She wasn’t feeling too well. You didn’t hear her?”

“What? I…” you blink and avoid his gaze, “I was asleep, I didn’t hear anything.”

“Oh, yeah, she was sick in the middle of the night. Pretty bad. I tell her not to drink on an empty stomach.”

“Ah, uh, yeah, that’s awful,” you sputter, “I… I’m sorry to rush out, it’s just I got a lot to catch up.”

“No problem. I’ll save you waiting for the bus,” he says, “won’t be long at all.”

“Oh, okay, but–”

“Really, it’s no trouble. If I don’t wake her up with a real latte, she’ll bite my head off,” he chuckles, “hungover Melanie is not nice Melanie.”

“Right,” you try to laugh but it’s more a croak, “I’ll just be… here then.”

🏙️

You sit in the car silently. The tension is roiling. You don’t know why you agreed. You could have insisted; the bus won’t be long…

Too late for that. You’re stuck now. At least there’s not much traffic. You hug your bag in your lap, anxious to just get home. He drives patiently despite the empty streets, taking his time as he turns onto the next street.

“So, chores, sounds exciting,” he teases.

“Mm, yeah, I guess,” you agree squeakily.

“What else are Saturday’s for? Guess you’re headed back to work on Monday?”

You nod, “mhmm.”

“How is it? Work? You making lots of friends?”

You almost feel like a kid. It reminds you of when your dad would pick you up from school and ask what trouble you go into. You twiddle your fingers against your bag.

“Um, well, everyone sort’ve keeps to themselves,” you eke out, “there’s a lot of work so…”

“You’ll settle in. I’m sure you’ll find lots of friends,” he slows and flips on his blinker, “I mean, you already have.” You tilt your head and glance at him in confusion, “me.”

“Oh, uh, sure, yeah, sorry, I’m tired,” you laugh nervously.

“So,” he rolls into the lot of the Coffee Bean, “want something?”

“You don’t have to–”

“I’m stopping by anyway, no biggie,” he insists, “coffee, tea?”

You pick at the zipper of your bag. He’s so nice. Too nice. But that’s not a real problem, you’re just making it into one. Last night… what did he do so wrong? Pull a blanket over you? It was cold.

“Sure, could I just get an iced green tea, please and thank you?” You unzip your bag and fish around.

He steers into the drive through and puts in his order at the speaker, listing off Melanie’s complicated lite syrup, half-foam, coconut milk monstrosity at the end. You pull out your wallet as he’s directed to the window.

“My treat,” he insists.

“Really, it’s just three bucks.”

“Exactly,” he insists, “you brought all those treats last night, the least I can do is buy you an iced tea.”

“Thanks,” you sniff and look out the window.

“I’ll make sure Mel gives you a call. You two can hash this out,” he stops and waits at the window, “she needs a friend like you. All the others are so… well, they’re not as nice as you.”

“Maybe, I… if she wants to call. I don’t want to bug her.”

“Bug her? Oh, sweetie, she doesn’t deserve a friend like you,” he says, “but I’m being selfish and I think you’d be a good influence.”

You nod again, put off by his tone. It’s like he’s a parent the way he talks about Melanie. Almost like he’s trying to mould her into something. Someone like him, with his name and his looks, you’re sure he could find someone who already fits right in.

The window opens and he takes the tray of drinks. He hands you yours before sliding the other two into the cup holders. He flings the cardboard tray onto the backseat and continues through the exit. He idles at the signs.

“I forgot, which way am I going?” 

You point him in the right direction, nearly sighing in relief. You’re almost home. You just want to hide away in your shame and never be perceived again.

🏙️

You’re not very surprised when Melanie doesn’t call. Not on Saturday or Sunday. You’re grateful that she doesn’t. You’re trying to forget about the movie night gone wrong. It’s probably better off. You’ve both changed a lot since high school, or maybe you haven’t changed enough.

You go through your usual. You’re not a liar, you do have chores. Dishes, laundry, floors, dusting… You keep yourself busy in an effort to block out the memory of the night. You won’t be watching Never Been Kissed ever again, that’s for sure.

Monday morning greets you with a new start but it all feels so stale. The routine is the same as the weeks before. Wake up, green tea in a thermos, pack your lunch, make yourself presentable, and out the door to catch the bus.

You enjoy the route, letting it lull your pre-work jitters. You’ve been there going on a month and somehow you still feel out-of-place. It’s not like before, where you knew all the people at your work study, or in high school where the associates in the department store joked around more than they ever did the price changes.

You stroll up to the building, slowing behind a pair of men in tailored suits. You feel like a minnow in a sea of sharks. You follow them inside as they drop the door on you. They’re important. They’re chatting about an important meeting and business trip next week. You’ll be dutifully perched at your desk, roving through spreadsheets.

The salesmen are higher up the chain than you in the ecosystem of the company. You’re somewhere along the lower-middle ground, below the lions and the hyenas. You’re off with Timon and Pumbaa, trying not to get eaten.

You step onto the elevator with them, shrinking down. You’re invisible to them. You’re not Stella in her red-soled stilettos and tight pencil skirts, or Ginnifer in her high-buns and sleek pantsuits. You feel like a little girl playing dress up even in your simple powder blue cardigan and flowered skirt.

The elevator bings and the men nearly bowl you over as they brush past you on each side. You get off after them and scurry away to your desk. You see Stella now, sipping a tall latte as she purrs at Tony. She struts down the hall ahead of him as she calls back about some expense report.

You tuck your bag under your desk and get yourself situated. You plunk down your thermos beside your mouse and boot up. You roll your ankles under the desk, your Keds soft-soled but comfortable. You can’t run for the bus in heels.

You steel yourself for another day buried in Excel columns. You sign in and push back the cap on the lid of your cup. Steam escapes and you let the heat escape before you dare taste it. You pull up your inbox and scroll through your emails. Your task list is ever longer by the day.

Your work isn’t unimportant. You give the analytics to the salesman and the big suits. You provide the numbers for their strategy but for them, all that is menial. That’s not the real meat of the company. You and all the other ants in the hill are dispensable.

You push your chair back as you reach into your bag for your notebook. As you do, the back collides with something. You quickly roll back in, knocking your head on the edge of the desk as you do. You rub your brow as you spin to face the obstruction.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you babble up at the tall man. 

He’s big, blond, and burly, and wears a suit that demarcates him as one of them. You don’t need an introduction, everyone knows who he is. The COO is memorable for more than his title. His booming voice and towering size set him apart from all the other men in their leather shoes and skinny ties.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you stand but still have to crane your neck to look at him, “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“That’s quite alright,” he smiles broadly, “are you alright? You took quite a bump.”

“Oh,” you drop your hand from your head, “yeah, I’m fine, sir. Thank you. I was just… looking for something.”

“So long as you’re alright. However, I am the safety officer, I could have a look,” he offers.

“Really, I’m fine,” you insist, “I didn’t mean to do that–”

“I didn’t mind so much,” he assures you, “I don’t know you. You’re new. Leah’s replacement?”

“Um, I think,” you look at your desk, “I wouldn’t know.”

“Of course not,” he accepts, “Thor Odinson.”

He holds out his large hand. You consider it and give him your own. Your hand is tiny in comparison as he easily wraps his fingers around it. You supply your name with a squeak.

“Ah, I like that,” he praises, “well, you have a wonderful day. And welcome to the company.”

“Yes, sir,” you rescind your hand as he releases it. His cologne wafts towards you, vanilla underscored by something woodsy.

“Thor,” he affirms.

You repeat his name and clutch your hands together. He lingers, looking you up and down, then turns on his heel. You watch him go before you sit.

You want to hold your head and hide. What did he think of you? This girl in her thin wool cardigan and lace-up sneakers. You don’t know why you care so much. He’s your boss but not directly. He’s probably already forgotten about you.

You cringe and swirl your mouse around. Focus. You’re at work. This isn’t high school or college. This isn’t about making friends and all that. It doesn’t matter what he thinks of you, your work matters.

You lean into the screen and squint at the tight boxes, increasing their size as you open a new report. For all your studying, you never saw yourself sitting there fighting with numbers all day. Percentages, rates, medians, mean… how boring.

You jolt as you feel your bag buzz against your leg. You look behind you before you push your chair out this time and bring your bag into your lap. You retrieve your notebook as you remember the cause of your first folly then fish out your phone. 

You bring down the menu and set it to silent. Before you hit lock, you see the message beaming back at you. It’s from Melanie.

‘Hey girl. Let’s talk.’

You frown. You’d already accepted that Mel was done with you. She was always good at holding a grudge, even for the slightest offence. You wonder if Clark really had talked to her. You leave it unread and tuck your phone away, dropping your bag back to the floor and shoving it away with your toes.

As you return your attention to your monitor, you sense something behind it. There, across the room, you meet Thor’s eyes as he stares at you. He has a red mug of coffee in his hand as he sips. He pulls the brim away from his lips and grins, sending a wink in your direction.

You blink and look over your shoulder. Who is he looking at? You turn back to face him again. He’s gone. Ah, whoever it was, must’ve caught up to him.

You shake off the collision and the text message. Work!

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A headband with LEDs, what more to say?! It's not very spooky, but sure it's cute.

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Happy Simblreen guys! 👻

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Break up anon here- I'm ok :) thank you for asking.

It's hard and I miss him but I'm better off without him. It's just hard to forget the side of him that was nice to me.

I looked it up and i was talking about Great Dane 1439!!! Aaand Cat 1921,,, god i remember that little boat set now that I'm looking at it :)

Them, the heart dachshund and German shepherd 491 are all sitting on my shelf of. Treasured possessions. I have all my older LPS still ofc but. :) These ones are my favorite.

I remember when i was tiny i would do stop motion with them and the stop motion thing the 3ds camera app could do!!! I don't think i still have the little videos but i remember filming stuff in. That big house set with the rotating part 1 sec. (God that plane set kid me loved making plane crash scenarios lmfao)

"Biggest Littlest Pet Shop" gOD THAT HOUSE WAS THE SHIT IT WAS SOO COOL AS A KID. so much spacceeee. The only other houses i had were tinier (and or was the cardboard one + that one that was weird plastic that you were meant to zip up that one was disgusting idk i hated the texture and just. Vertical sjit like that sucked as houses)

Fjjjf sorry for infodumping 💖 i love this blog seeing little friends everyday makes me happy :)

it's near impossible to not miss someone who's no longer in your life, no matter how bad they may have been, i understand that very well <3

i love these two ... #1439 was my first great dane lps ever actually, and i got it semi-recently in 2023 !! i love this cat mold a lot ... there's only around 7 cats that use the mold, i wish there were more ...

i love it when people ramble in my inbox tbh, it's more than welcome !!

i feel like i know exactly what house/building you're talking about that you zip up. i think i had one similar but it may have been barbie??? or maybe it was lps, but i used it mostly for my barbies because i didn't have any real barbie houses lol

#i hope you're feeling better by the way !! i'm getting to this a little late #🍭.asks

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

When love and hate collide

Part two

Summary; What exactly happened in the woods between Eddie and yn?

The Hellfire boys are confused and curious to find out because since the woods saga, there has been a truce between the pair.

Until there isn't...

Yn can't stand Eddie but his eyes are so damn hypnotizing, Eddie can't stand her but he can't get enough of her perfectly kissable lips.

Like a moth to a flame, they can't stay away...

Warnings; Eddie being a little shit, jealousy, the Hellfire boys are confused, enemies to... enemies who fuck ;) slow burn 18+, minors dni

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It had been a few days since what happened in the woods and still the Hellfire boys had no clue exactly what had happened to Eddie and yn.

It was a total mystery and what made things even more baffling is since last Friday Eddie and yn had been... quiet.

Nada, zip, zilch on the arguing front.

At first Lucas had thought that he had gone temporarily deaf because why else would Eddie and yn be silent all of a sudden.

It was unnerving, peaceful yes but still strange.

Then just as he was getting used to the peace and (tentatively discussed with the rest of Hellfire that maybe the weird feud between the two was over) the arguing started again.

So much for peace and quiet but still there was a sense of relief that everything was getting back to normal...

💞💞

Ignoring Eddie no matter how much it pained her to do so lasted for a fair few days because he seemed to be shunning her right-back.

It didn't last long though because whatever drew them together like magnets was inching them back together whether she liked it or not.

She squeezes her eyes shut as memories from last Friday are fresh in her mind. The way her and Eddie just seemed to fit together, how good he made her feel and the mindblowing orgasm that swept over the pair.

That tongue and his talented fingers... she thinks almost dreamily then huffs. Dammit she couldn't stand him yet he had made her come so good, made her feel things she has never felt.

She didn't like this one bit. Why couldnt it be Danny that made her feel like this? It would be so much easier if it was him that she liked.

It would be so much easier if she didn't want to rip Eddie's clothes off and ride him until he was moaning her name, kiss those tattoos or have him buried between the apex of her thighs.

Just her luck the one person she despised knew how to make her body experience pleasure she had only dreamed off.

💞

Meanwhile Eddie was stuck in the same dilemma. Now he knew how fucking incredible he felt being buried inside her, the taste of her that's all his mind could focus on.

Not that anything would happen again... he planned to stay far away from yn and not think about how mindblowing the sex was or the way she clenched around him.

Fuck... he was getting hard just thinking about her and he fucked his hand so many times yet still couldnt get her out of his head.

He should have known really that it would be impossible to stay away from her when they were like moths to a flame...

He tried entertaining Darcy Matthews, who should have been his type, she was into heavy metal, in a band, sarcastic and was friendly enough.

As much as he tried to engage with Darcy's flirting he couldnt because all he could think about was her.

Darcy gave up eventually and moved on to chatting to someone from band and he just could not bring himself to care.

In fact he was more furious that yn had this hold over him.

Then as if just thinking about her conjured her to appear, she was walking up to him, her eyes flashing furiously and then she all but tugged him into an abandoned classroom.

"What the fuck was that Munson?" he gazes at her fuming face and smirks. Shit. He forgot how much he missed winding her up.

"What sweetheart?" he asks innocent but has an idea what she means.

"Flirting with Darcy just to get a rise out of me! Dragging her into your fascination with making my life hell!"

Oh... now this was great he thinks deviously, she's jealous...

The thought pleases him more than it should and that stuns him for a minute until he is pulled back into the conversation by her little huffs of indignation.

"Aww princess, you jealous I noticed someone else?" he didn't-but it was fun to annoy her and the way her eyes flash furiously has him enjoying this very much.

"I am not jealous!" she shrieks and he grins.

"It's alright Princess. I won't tell anyone" her chest is heaving and she is glaring at him.

"You are the most infuriating man I've ever met do you know that Munson?" she moves closer to him and then grins, a wicked little smile that makes him wary.

What is she planning?

Nothing good from that little smirk he guesses and gulps. Shit...

"Guess I'll need to take up Danny's offer of a date, he isn't a pain in the ass like you"

💞

She doesn't know why she mentions Danny but she knows she wants to wipe that stupid, goofy smirk of his face and the minute she mentions him it's like magic.

Eddie's smile disappears, his eyes flash and he has her backed up against the wall.

"That's what you want huh? Some stupid butthead who fumbles around and can't make you come?" he scoffs and she cocks her head amused.

"Eddie. Oh, love don't tell me you're jealous" she slips out of his grasp but he pulls her back.

"Enough fucking games, both of us" he growls and his lips crash onto hers.

💖

"Dustin, Mike groans. We can't find Eddie again!"

Dustin peers up from painting the D&D figures for the campaign and sighs.

"Shit! not again" Mike nods and Lucas joins them.

"That's not the only thing, I only caught a glimpse of it but he was talking with yn again and they headed out of school together"

Dustin gulps then grows confused.

They were talking and not arguing. That was a first.

Mike contemplates this as well.

"Do you think we should go undercover and see what we can find out?" Dustin considers this and shakes his head.

"Better asking Gareth, he has the same classes as Eddie. Maybe he can find out what's up with him and why he's disappearing"

Whatever reason and why it was with yn was a mystery. Max who is passing by and hears their conversation rolls her eyes.

"Oh gee whatever could it be" she mutters and wonders how the three boys could be so blind to what was going on between Eddie and yn.

"What? Like you know any better Max?" Mike asks her annoyed and she shakes her head.

"You three are morons... Let's think why they might sneak off together maybe it's for some privacy...

Mike pauses as he considers this.

"Why would they need privacy?" Max gapes at him and sighs.

"Mike please tell me you aren't that clueless? How does El put up with you? It's so they can kiss or whatever" she doesn't want to think about the rest of it.

The three boys burst out laughing.

"That's a good one Max! Well done. You almost had me there" Lucas grins.

"That's... Ew no" Mike shakes his head.

"They can't stand each other" Dustin points out to Max who stares at them with a look of utter exasperation on her features.

They were hopeless. Idiots she thinks as she walks away and leaves them to their discussion.

She was absolutely certain she was right.

💖💖

He had to get back before the sheeples sent out a search party but he was too engrossed with the fact that yn was naked and on top of him to care much about anything.

His breath hitches as she leans down and kisses over his chest.

He knew sneaking away from his school with her and back to his trailer was a bit risky as anyone could see them but they got back to it without a sighting from anyone.

"I need to go soon Eddie and so do you, I have cheer practice, and your friends wi get suspicious if you miss a meeting"

He pouts but concedes, he'd happily spend all day buried balls deep inside her and hearing her gorgeous moans but she was right.

How can someone who drives him up the wall make him come harder than he's ever had in his life? He didn't understand it.

She drove him mad every single day but the sex was mindblowing, maybe it was all the pent-up tension that surrounded them or some shit like that?

Whatever it was and however much they annoyed the fuck out of each other he just couldn't stay away

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Hi there!! I just found you through AO3 and I'm obsessed!! Could I pretty please request something with Villain!Reader and Miguel, where reader has multidimensional warping abilities and their dimension was destroyed? Angst, tension and weird yearning ensues! I hope this isn't too specific, I'd love to see your take on this idea in any form <3

Thank you for this request! Oh god it played with my heart strings 😤 I hope you like it 💖💖💖💖

A place to rest

He was the light to your darkness. Because it burned, just to look at him, as he dug his claws into the concrete to brace himself against the storm you had induced in this dimension. The dark clouds swirling around the scene only let glimpses of sunlight to trickle in because within this bubble, it was your realm to control.

“Don’t you get tired of getting back up again and again?”, you voice thundered, your hair balancing majestically around your face that you were sure with the amount of power you were churning from within yourself, you eyes were probably glowing.

“Don’t you get exhausted from tearing things apart?”, you heard him huff as he inched his way closer to you.

But for a second, his question had done enough damage that it got you to waver. To fall as you plugged yourself into the reasoning behind his question. That the dark veins staring to course through the edge of your fingers were a sign that you were pushing yourself too far.

These hands could only tear apart the things you loved because the moment it touched anything, it manipulated matter. You looked at your fingers but the distraction was enough for him to pounce on top of you. His hand wrapped around your throat as he pinned you down, the eyes on his mask staying steady but you saw it waver as he inched closer.

“Although, I am getting tired of trying to catch you.”, he spoke, as you grappled against his hold. He still didn’t know the extent of what you could do. That all you needed was a touch.

“Now that you have me, what do you plan to do with me?”, you laughed dryly as it got him to lean closer as though this was the first time he was able to observe you at close hand.

“You need to go back to your dimension.”, he said, his spidey eyes relaxing as you calmed down, his hold relaxing and as you panted for breath, he pulled away his hand slowly, the edges of his fingers tracing the tip of your chin.

“You and I are same in that regard.”, you spoke as your eyes narrowed down on him.

“We don’t have a home to get back to.”, you stated and his gaze whipped to you, that as though what you had said cut straight to his heart.

Which gave you enough time to grab his arm, giving you enough support to place the tip of your index finger to the side of his temple.

Upon instant contact, his head rolled to the side as he fainted, giving you access to his mindscape. To manipulate the environment in his head and here, he was without armour, without his enhanced powers to tackle you.

You had never seen him without his suit before and so as you turned to see him here. It caught you off guard. That this enemy of yours that you wanted to destroy held the most beautiful eyes. Ones that looked so dark that you felt at home.

His hair was a mess and as he slowly rose to his full height, he towered over you, to make you inhale sharply as his face contorted into a snarl. He could only ever hate you. He lunged towards you and you dodged it.

“Don’t you ever give up?”, you asked zipping behind his shoulder as he saw you using the corner of his eyes.

His back was monstrous just like he was but it was the urge to trace your fingers down his form that startled you.

This was supposed to be a manipulative test for him, not one where you got distracted all the time. So you twisted your wrist and set the scene into motion, sending the world around him into a whirlpool as he struggled to stand.

The illusions began, versions of his daughter running to him, calling him Papa to then vanish, her laugh haunting him as she ran to his arms and you couldn’t press it further than that, because he was on his knees, his arms trying to hold on to fading memory that torturing him should have made you feel better but it didn’t.

So you stopped and the world bled to a dark pause as he failed to stand up again. To fight with you again. He sat there in his shorts and a white shirt, soft tears beginning to stream down his cheeks. Suddenly, in his already broken world, your presence seemed like a ghost. Your dark blue dress a stark contrast to how bright Gabriella lit up his world.

So as the very sight of him undid your heart, you played a memory you held deeply with you. One with your son at the park playing football. Miguel's head tilted up to see these golden hologram like images running around him. To hear your laugh, to see how bright your smile was and the little boy that trailed behind you. The images ran past him and vanished. Now his eyes were left watching you as you approached him slowly.

“You’re tired from running, aren’t you?”, was the question he asked, his gaze focused on your blackening fingers to then slide up to catch your eyes again.

“Is there a place I can ever rest in?”, you asked collapsing in front of him but his arms caught a hold of you. Your knees touching his as you heard the echoing beat of his heart.

“I just want to get back home.”, you said, your eyes fluttering to a close as you rested your head on his chest. He didn’t push you away.

“I know how you feel.”, he whispered.

“Pathetic. I can’t even seem to be a proper villain.”, you pushed away from him because your body began to crave his warmth, to give up the fight. But he didn’t let you go.

“Maybe you’re not a villain.”, he held the side of your face.

“Maybe you’re just angry.”, he smiled and now your instinct was telling you to run. Because the landscape around you began to change, since it was in tune with your feelings, a warm glow had begun to spread and for the first time since you lost your son, you were scared. The burn in your fingers eased.

“Like me.”, he held your hands in his and the more he made you glow, slowly the dark edge began to disappear. The chaos element in your blood began to dissipate, making you feel sober and rested.

“I can’t give up because when I’m chasing you, I’m not lonely.”, his eyes slipped to your lips and as much as you wanted to hate him, to scurry away from him, the world around you changed to a midnight sky filled with stars.

You hummed, all your bravado was nowhere to be seen.

“Can we stay here a little longer?”, he asked as the peace of silence settled around you.

“Why?”, you asked in hushed tones. Your eyes almost fluttering to a close, to give in to his hold.

“Here we’re just two unfortunate people finding comfort in each other’s tragedies.”, he said softly, a dry laugh escaping his lips and with that you surrendered yourself to the feeling of his lips finding yours.

The silence now broken with the faint synced rhythm of your hearts. His hands tracing over your hips as if this was a field and you were sneaking out with him for a late night rendezvous in your night gown.

Here, the possibilities were endless. Here you could have a home, in his heart and mind but as his hunger began to grow, his fingers pressing into your skin. He was always going to be the Anomaly hunter and there was no changing your fate.

So you kissed him back, timing it, running your fingers into his hair, to pull him close. Because there was no changing your fate. And as he mumbled something about how he could stay here forever, you couldn’t put him through another multiverse disruption if he fought to have you by his side.

So as he kissed your cheek, you pulled yourself out of his mindscape. He laid still before you in an unconscious state, but in a while he would come to his senses and when he did, he would agree with your reasoning. So before he could wake up, you disappeared into another world.

He saw you vanish from his arms and then woke up from a deep sleep that he wasn’t sure if everything that had happened was a dream or not. But as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight and the debris around him with no sign of you around. It felt like his heart had caved in on itself.

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