#((you saw in a movie...and then that something that already freaked you out came for a midnight visit))

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

It certainly was an adjustment: For so long, it had just been him and Emily, against the whole world it seemed. From the time that they first met to that long stretch of time before they migrated to California and found the Mansion, it had just been the two of them, and for that time, they were all they needed. In some ways, it was a bit of a culture shock when they moved to Gracey Manor, and found themselves in the company of not just familiar faces like Dorian and Elizabeth, but suddenly surrounded by like-minded spooks, spooks who didn't bat an eye at their relationship, and were instead whole-heartedly supportive of them. After ages of having to hide their love from prying eyes, it was bizarre, to be able to be so open.

And then came his parents, and that brought with it its own necessary adjustments, to have his mother and father back in his (after)life after so long. To not only reunite with his mother, but to reconnect with his father and make amends, forging the sort of father-son bond he never thought he'd ever have, and to have both June and Wilhelm so readily embrace Emily? It was a lot to take in the moment, but it had paid dividends: He had his parents back, Emily had a pair of parental figures to turn to, and their children had a set of loving grandparents to grow up around.

And now his uncles and his grandparents were in the mix, and that opened so many doors! Clearly, both the Paces and the Burkes had taken a shine to Emily (which put Randall over the moon, seeing his wife have a loving and supportive family unit after so long), and it made him so happy, to see his father reconnecting with his older brother, and his mother so overjoyed to be reunited with her parents, and the children were warming up to the new members, who loved them (and him, he had to remind himself) as soon as they laid eyes on them. It would mean birthdays and holidays together, letters and cards exchanged...for so long it had been him and his mother, then himself and Emily, and now...their little family had grown so much!

"Oh, she looked like a little angel, didn't she?" Randall grinned, his undead heart fluttering at the memory of his little girl, looking so cherubic as she lay between her grandparents, any unease or uncertainty felt previously having largely evaporated.

Lon similarly looked angelic between his uncles; at this memory, Randall couldn't help but chuckle amusedly, adding, "Y'know, I think we've finally found someone-two someone's, in fact-that can wear out even our boy!"

[igotanidea]

Run baby, run: AK!Jason x reader

part 2 to Somebody's watching me.

She looked so peaceful. So innocent.

And completely oblivious to the fact that the casual outing she went to with her friends was carefully observed by a pair of eyes, hidden under a metal helmet.

Or was she-?

He was like a predator.

Waiting for a single mistake of his prey to take a change and lunge at the opportunity fate presented him with.

Whatever the mistake may be in this case.

But sooner or later she was gonna make one.

Part ways with her friends.

Get drunk and bibulously let some guy touch her.

Dance to the music to the point of exhaustion and end up on the couch in a stranger’s house.

And he would be there to prevent the aftermath of that.

***

For the last week she was going crazy.

Ever since that one night when she saw a silhouette on the rooftop it felt like someone has been following her every move, ever step, lurking in the dark, so close to her and yet, just beyond reach. However, when she tried to tell her friends about they look at her like she was making a joke. So obviously she stopped doing as much as even mentioning it, cause the last thing she wanted was to be abandoned by the only people in her surroundings.

Even if those friends didn’t really deserve the name.

But still – those were the only one she had.

Incomparable with the Waynes she used to spend her time with years ago, before all went to shit. But Jason’s disappearance left an everlasting scar. The only thing she wanted was to forget it all, and yet – the only impossible thing in her life seemed to be letting go of the past. And being in the company of Dick, Tim, Babs and the rest of the clan was making her skin burn and her stomach twist and turn with the incoming, checkless panic attack. Like her entire body and mind felt the pressure of the past on her fragile conscience and damaged soul.

And the only thing she felt like doing in the Manor was either screaming or crying. 

So she moved on, or so she tried to convince herself of.

***

Mistake number one was left her drink unattended when she went to the toilet.

Rookie move with the possible grave consequences.

But it was gone when she came back. Only fueling her paranoia.

Mistake number two was letting her eyes off her companionship and being left alone by the exit with some drunken and already horny guys.

But when with shaky hands she pulled out her phone, desperately searching through her contact list for a potential backup, those men were already dragged into the nearest dark alley and knocked down.

But her worst mistake was not calling the cab and deciding on actually walking home. In her opinion it was a way to get some air and calm her rapidly racing heart, but she freaking forgot it was Gotham.

Like a freaking fool.

Under any other circumstances she would never and the fact that the though of going on foot even crossed her mind was the perfect reflection of her shattered mind spinning like a freaking Ferris wheel.

Something was wrong.

Something was awfully wrong and she felt like she was a main character in some horror movie.

Like that girl, who you watch on the screen, screaming at her to not go to that creepy attic from where the most suspicious sounds come, and then do the exact same thing when faced with a threat.

A ruffle of the leaves. The sound of an empty soda can rolling on the street. The flap of bird’s wing.

It all made her feel like a Freddy Krueger was coming after her.

And maybe she was not so far from the truth.

Her pulse was over the moon, heart running out of her chest, breath quickening, legs starting to move faster and faster and faster as she started running. Not really watching where as long as it was forward and away from whatever imaginary individual was chasing her.

With wild hair, tears in her eyes and blurry vision.

She was so stupid. So fucking stupid and mental, belonging in the mental institution due to her damaged brain refusing to stop dwelling on the past trauma.

“WATCH OUT!”

Before she was hit by a car a strong pair of arms grabbed her by the waist pulling her back to the pavement. She closed her eyes in fear letting whoever her savior was hold her trembling form. As weird as it was, for some reason being in this embrace felt… good. And familiar. Like she belonged there.

And if it was another wave of schizophrenic images coming from her brain she refused to accept it, freezing at the spot and waiting for it to pass.

But the stranger’s seeming grip on her body did not falter. For a longer while that seemed both like an eternity and like a second.

“Y/N….”

It must have been a wind. It must have been a wind. It must have been a wind.

“Y/N…”

The second the voice hit her ears again she turned around abruptly, but there was no one there.

She was going crazy.

With wide terrified eyes, slowly coming back on earth she finally took in her surroundings.

Realizing, to her undeniable terror, that she was right next to Dick’s house. And even worse – noticing the lights in his windows. Which meant he was here and not in Bludhaven. And not patrolling. Which was an uncommon, if not impossible conjuncture.

The past finally caught up with her.

“Y/N?!” Dick noticed her outside and opened the window, holding back the instinct to just jump outside (from 3rd floor) like an acrobat he was. “Y/N?! What are you doing here? Are you ok?”

“No…” she sobbed “No, I’m not okay…” she finally broke down in the middle of the night, on the empty street.

“Damn!” a few minutes later Grayson was downstairs holding her for dear life. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Whatever happened, you are safe with me now, I promise.”

She couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. Crying from fear and stress and helplessness.

“Shhh… come on, let’s get you upstairs and cleaned up. I got you.”

When Dick was slowly guiding her to his apartment, the same predatory red eyes were focused on the pair and the sudden need for vengeance sprouts buds, growing roots deep into the long-petrified heart, crushing down the ice it was covered with.

No one was going to take her away from him this time.

Edit:

part 3 : Smooth criminal is up!

@vaniasagitaa @gone-batty-fics @astrelz @not-herexo @deans-spinster-witch @calicocat45

[talaok]

Very good friends

Pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

Summary: No one knows that you and your co-star Pedro are in a relationship, and as you get interviewed, it turns out you're both really bad at keeping it a secret

Warnings: just fluff

"First of all, I think congratulations are in order,” the interviewer spoke “I mean, this movie was a total hit!"

"oh thank you" you smiled widely, joined by Pedro.

"of course" she cleared her throat, settling into her seat "So how was the premiere?"

"amazing" you emphasized, " it was absolutely perfect, and we had so much fun, didn't we b-" your eyes widened slightly, baby, you were about to say "Pedro?" you said instead.

You didn't miss the faint smirk on his lips as he caught your slip-up.

"We did" he nodded " It was great"

"awesome" she smiled "alright, so this film is about a mystery both your characters investigate, so, obviously I wanted to ask you: Do you think you'd be a good detective?" 

You hummed, thinking, as Pedro just snorted 

"I definitely wouldn't" he chuckled "I'd be the worst detective" he continued "you on the other hand" he pointed at you "You'd be a great one"

"Right? I was thinking that"

"Definitely" he nodded "she's smart and all y'know, I think I would freak out and.. just board a flight to Australia the moment I saw a dead body" he laughed, and you couldn't help but follow.

"that would probably be a smart move, honestly" you commented

"well too bad" he joked "have fun solving your little mystery, I'm already in Sidney looking at... kangaroos"

You snorted, hiding your face in your hands, and he watched, treasuring the feeling that filled his chest each time he made you laugh.

"Alright," the interviewer spoke, amusement very clear in her voice "so now that we've established that, I wanted to ask you something related to a specific scene in the movie. The one where Y/n's character finds out that a body isn't who they thought it was, because of a specific mark she finds on it"

"of course" you nodded, remembering the scene

"perfect, so my question is: If you have any, what are your distinguishing marks?"

You frowned, thinking, and looked over at Pedro just to find the same expression.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open 

"I know yours," he said, and you looked at him confusedly

"mine?"

"Oh c'mon you know" 

"I have no idea," you chuckled, "I'm thinking, but I don't think I have any"

The smile on his lips had something somewhat mischievous under it, you noticed.

"Well then c'mon tell us Pedro" the interviewer urged.

He caged his bottom lip between his teeth briefly before speaking " the birthmark on your butt"

Your heart definitely skipped a beat

"the one that looks like a little heart."

and then another.

You widened your eyes at him, and he just laughed softly.

"wow" the woman in the chair in front of you laughed "That is...how do you even know about that?"

You looked at him, and just then, saw as he realized his mistake.

How did he know about it?

By having placed countless loving kisses on it.

His mouth opened, but no sounds came out.

you had to think of something, and quick.

"We- Uhm- we went..." you looked around panicky "we went swimming last week"

"In New York?" The woman asked skeptically

"In-In a pool I mean" you smiled nervously, " He noticed it then"

The interviewer smiled, her eyes revealing just how much she was believing you, which was not even a little bit.

fuck

"of course" she granted you anyway, letting you breathe a sigh of relief.

"so last question" she spoke again, looking down at the cue cards and smiling thinly "You two have amazing chemistry in this movie, and of course, a lot of fans have been asking themselves if maybe some of this chemistry doesn't only exist on-camera. What do you have to say about that"

You glanced at him hastily "well yes, we do have... chemistry, and yes of course we have it off-screen too, I mean we are friends, so..."

"just friends?"

"yup" you siad akwarldy

"very good friends" Pedro spoke, making you have to bite down a grin, as you shot him a look of both amusement and warning.

The woman smiled knowingly again before a man behind the camera gestured something to her.

"alright that's my cue," she said, "I've gotta go" she got off the chair, extending her hand for you both to shake "It's been a real pleasure meeting you and, uhm... I really hope your friendship works out"

You felt your cheek flood with pink as she walked away.

You turned to him, both smiling and scowling,

he didn't understand how you could look both so hot and cute at the same time.

"Really?" you scolded him, raising your brows "the birthmark on my ass Pedro?"

"was that really necessary?"

He chuckled "well you're the one who almost called me baby, sweetheart"

"I didn't, though" you reminded him "and I also didn't say that we are - really good friends- with that tone" you air quoted

"What tone?" he grinned

"The tone you have when you say something but mean something else"

He chuckled again

"What?"

"nothing" he bit his lip "you're just really beautiful"

He certainly knew how to distract you

"shut up" you rolled your eyes while involuntarily smiling.

"We need to be more careful if we don't want anyone to find out ok?"

You were looking at him through your lashes, and he was so lost in your eyes that he would have said anything you told him to

"you're right baby" he nodded "I'm sorry, I'll be more careful"

"thank you" you smiled, as he leaned closer to your ear

"and don't worry" he whispered "I'll apologize properly tonight"

[visionofhope04]

Here for the angst of neglected batsis, imagine or hc them of moving out if the house when they are 18 and let's say they meet some spirit and they have their memory wiped and transfer to the marvel universe to restart their life and more happy, then the dc/marvel merge together because of a big threat and batfam sees batsis is heavily pregnant and married to our favorite deadpool charater Colossus?

How would they reached if batsis just can't remember them and keeps on telling them they have the wrong person?

I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK. Guess who's back!! Sorry it took me so long to get this out, I haven't had the motivation to write until recently. Also OOC warning bc I don't really know him well besides the Deadpool movies. I almost freaked out bc I haven't used the tumblr website in so long and it got updated so I thought I lost all my drafts. So glad they're still here, whew. Not beta read so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!

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It's been a year since moving into your apartment and you couldn't be happier. College was going well and you were taking classes you enjoyed. However, you haven't made any friends yet which led you to spend your free time reading or surfing the web. Jason didn't come by much due to having his own life and vigilante things, which you understood. It didn't mean you couldn't be a little bit sad about it though.

Even though you were enjoying your life, you still felt as if there was something missing. You'd been trying to figure out why you had felt this way but nothing came to mind. Any time you tried to brush off the feeling, it came back stronger. You did your best to ignore it and continue on with life, but it was always there, nagging you.

It had been a long day. College was so stressful. Your professors kept hurling projects at you that had deadlines that were practically impossible to meet. You just wanted it to end already and be on summer break. Then, you’d be able to sleep how long you wanted to without the fear of being late for class or forgetting to complete an assignment.

You sat down at your desk and pulled out your laptop, preparing to continue an essay that was due in three days. Suddenly, you began to feel nauseous. Confused, you attempted to ignore the feeling in favor of completing the essay. A few seconds after trying to focus on your laptop screen, you saw a bright light.

"My child, you will be saved from this life." A strangely comforting voice said.

Then everything faded to black.

---

"Hello?!"

A voice. A voice? But you live alone and no one has the spare key to your apartment. You slowly opened your eyes, groaning and quickly shutting them again once a bright light blinded you.

"Oh you're alive, thank God. Can you speak?" Whoever this was seemed to have been panicking before, slightly less though now that you had indicated you were alive. You groan as you push yourself up off of what seems to be concrete. Concrete? You're definitely not in your apartment. You crack your eyes open again, this time with less difficulty, and come face to face with white lenses of a mask. Blinking again, you register that the lenses are attached to a red material with black lines.

"Ah!"

"AH!" The figure yells and jumps back, startled by your sudden surprise.

"What the hell are you supposed to be?" You asked, tilting your head slightly to the side.

"What do you mean? I'm Spiderman." His voice was a bit high pitched, he sounded like a teen at most.

"Spiderman? You've got to be joking. There is no Spiderman. Go home kid, crime fighting isn't a game." Sure, you may be a hypocrite, seeing as you are an ex-assassin who began learning how to kill at around 5, but at least you had training. What did this Spiderman have? From how startled he was, you assumed he had barely been trained, if at all.

“What? I'm literally Spiderman! I'm Queens' hero!"

"Queens, New York?" You thought you'd still be in New Jersey at least.

"Uh yeah. I don't think there are any other places called Queens that have a Spiderman."

"Again, Spiderman? Seriously? You couldn't think of a better name at least?"

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with Spiderman!"

"Sure kid, keep telling yourself that."

He was about to protest when suddenly, someone else dropped into the alley.

"Hey Spidey, who's this lovely lady?" A person in an all red with black suit with two swords on his back and guns strapped to his waist called out. The person seemed to be a male, around 30 years old.

"This 'lovely lady' is very confused. Who are you?" They keep multiplying, and you'd never seen this person either.

"Did you hit your head or something? You've never heard of or seen Deadpool? The most handsomest, most awesomest, funniest, killer crime fighter?"

"Uh nope. Also, I'm from Jersey, how did I end up here?"

"Good question. What's your name?"

"Oh, it's-" You stopped in confusion. "I actually don't remember. It was just at the tip of my tongue but I don't remember."

"Oh great! Amnesia! Just what we need. I'll let you handle her Spidey and I'll go stop some bad guys, 'kay?"

"What! No, don't leave me here!" Deadpool was already sprinting away.

"Let's get you to the base. Colossus and the others will know what to do."

---

They did not, in fact, know what to do. Colossus sent Negasonic and Yukio to contact Professor X, while Spiderman went to contact Tony Stark (I'm still emotionally scarred from Endgame so no, he won't be dead, this is my fanfic and I can keep him alive if I want to) and Deadpool went back out to patrol. You were left alone with Colossus.

Uncomfortable silence sat between you. Just as you were beginning to get antsy, Colossus broke it first.

"Do you remember anything at all?"

"I'm... a college student. I live alone in an apartment in New Jersey, I think. I used to fight crime until... I don't know, it's fuzzy. I'm an ex-assassin who has been training since I was 5. That's all I remember."

"You can remember that but not your name?"

"Look, I don't know okay? I don't know what's happening or why I can't remember anything else. I want to remember who I am, but I can't. And it's so... so frustrating! Your suspicion is understandable, but it is not helping."

"I apologize. This is a stressful situation for you. I will be more considerate."

"Thank you."

---

They could not figure out what happened to you or why you suddenly appeared in Queens one day. Your memory remained fuzzy, so you were stuck. As time passed, you and Colossus grew closer. You became so close that he told you his real name, you became a couple, and you got married. Seven years passed, you were 25 and you'd been trying for a baby. You both felt the time was right and that you'd be able to handle parenting.

Colossus came home from work one day, spent and tired. There you were, waiting for him at the door as usual.

"Hi my love, long day?" You fiddled with the positive pregnancy test behind your back.

"Yes darling, when is it not?"

"Well, we're going to have to figure something out, because there's no way I'll wake up every night to take care of our baby."

He looked confused, then realization hit. "You're..?" He looked so happy and hopeful, you couldn't contain your happiness. A huge smile lit up your face.

"Yes, we're finally going to be parents!" You pulled out the pregnancy test and held it up to him.

He laughed a joyful laugh, tears began to fall from the corners of his eyes as he embraced you. It must've been infectious because you began to tear up too. You remained in each other's embrace for a while, just existing in the moment. Time felt irrelevant as you basked in your shared delight.

---

8 months later, your belly had swollen and grown. Everyone was happy for the both of you. You and Colossus were both eager for your little one to arrive. You'd both decided to wait for birth to find out the gender. It didn't matter to you whether it was a boy or girl, just that they were healthy (gender's a construct anyway). The pregnancy had been going great so far, but this time of easy-going was about to get ruined by your husband's job.

---

Your world had merged with another because of some cosmic threat. Great! Your husband would be preoccupied trying to fix the situation, which meant that you'd be alone. Selfishly, you wished that they could let your husband stay with you so close to your due date, but you knew he had a role to play in saving two worlds.

Seeing your loneliness, Colossus decided to bring you with him to the Avengers' base. He hoped you'd be able to befriend some of the people there. You entered the compound and your eyes were drawn to some men standing beside a set of double doors. They all had suits on, black hair (one guy had two white streaks in his hair) and most had blue eyes, except for one man who had green eyes. He was also noticeably the darkest of the group. They felt familiar to you, especially the man with green eyes. Have you met them before? Who were they?

As your husband was discussing some details about the meeting, you couldn't help but watch the group of men. Not knowing why you thought you knew them annoyed you. As if they could feel your eyes on them (they could), they turned around in sync and locked eyes with you.

Their eyes widened and they all exclaimed your name in various degrees of disbelief. They rushed over to you and your husband protectively stepped in front of you

"How do you know my wife?"

"Wife?!" Some of them shouted. They were beginning to cause a scene.

"You're pregnant." The one with green eyes observed. He seemed to be having some sort of crisis.

All their eyes darted to your belly, making you uncomfortable. You placed your hand over your stomach and attempted to discretely hide behind your husband. This did not go unnoticed by them.

"You don't remember us?" The shortest of them questioned.

"No, I've never met you guys." You were very confused.

The man who appeared to be the oldest said your name. You stared at him as he studied your eyes, presumably to see if you were lying. It made you feel vulnerable and unsettled, couldn't they leave you alone?

"We're your family."

The guy with the white streaks in his hair scoffed. "You didn't treat her like she was family. I was the only one who cared for her when she was younger while you all ignored her and let her suffer. I'm glad she doesn't remember what you all did to her. She's clearly living a much better life without you lot in it."

This was getting more confusing by the second, although you felt there was truth to his words. Did you forget these people? They seemed very convincing if they were lying.

"I'm sorry but I really don't remember you guys. Maybe you have the wrong person?"

"No we don't! You disappeared one day and now that we've finally found you, you're saying you forgot everything!"

"That is enough. Please leave my wife alone, she does not know you, and she does not need the unnecessary stress of trying to remember people she's never met. Do not approach her anymore." Colossus guided you away from the men, who stared longingly at you. The heartbroken expressions they had after your husband's speech would follow you often. Were you sure you'd never met them before?

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[ks-dreams-fantasies]

TEACH ME PT.3 | TRAVIS KELCE

a/n : The third part of Teach Me is finally here. Sorry for the wait, I was done but decided to rewrite it because I wasn't satisfied with the result. Hope you like it 🙏🏼 Enjoy!

Warnings: None, some fluff aand flirt, first date with Travis

Words: 2,560

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

Part 2

TEACH ME PART 3 | TRAVIS KELCE

The next morning, you woke up feeling content and excited. You had spent the rest of the night with Camille, in your pyjamas, doing skincare, watching movies and daydreaming about Ryan Gosling in the Notebook. 

The smell of freshly brewed coffee welcomed you the moment you stepped into the kitchen. You best friend was pouring herself a cup when she saw you come in. 

‘’Coffee?’’ she asked you, raising the coffee pot in the air.

‘’Is that even a question?’’  you said, looking at her like she grew three heads. She giggled as you sat down at the kitchen island. She poured you a mug as you looked through your phone, noticing an unread text message from an unknown number. You smiled and blushed as you opened it. 

I had a lot of fun yesterday ☺️

A picture was attached to the message. Wyatt was in her uncle’s arms, as you laughed loudly at something she said, Travis looking at you with a big grin. 

‘’What are you smiling about?’’ Camille interrupted you, leaning over your shoulder and looking at your screen as she dropped a mug in front of you. ‘’Ouh … would you look at that’’ she said taking your cellphone from your hands as she examined every detail shown in the picture.

After a few seconds, you snatched it back, giggling at the way she looked at you with big eyes. ‘’What?’’, ‘’ Girl, have you seen the way he looks at you? He’s obsessed.’’ Your faced became even more red than it already was. 

‘’Are you going to stand here and look at your phone all day or are you going to answer back?’’ she continued nudging you, smirking as you rolled your eyes at her. Your phone buzzed again.

It’s Travis by the way.

You giggled before replying.

Thank you for clarifying, I couldn’t really tell by the picture 😜

Your phone started ringing indicating a call.

Incoming Call – Travis Kelce

You panicked for a second, showing your screen to Camille before she hurried you to pick up and talk to him. ‘’Hi’’ ‘’Hey… that wasn’t very clever of me, was it?’’ he asked scratching his head, slightly embarrassed. You giggled at his question before he talked again. ‘’So, how did you sleep?’’ 

‘’Pretty good actually, thanks for asking, what about you?’’ ‘’I slept okay… you know, I really had fun yesterday and I meant what I said Y/N, I would really like to take you out soon.’’ You smiled and walked towards the living room to get a little bit more privacy. 

‘’Perhaps tomorrow night, if you’re free.’’ You blushed. ‘’Tomorrow works for me.’’ 

‘’Great’’ he exclaimed loudly, fist pumping in the air. You couldn’t see him but just by the tone of his voice you just knew he was excited. “Uhm, I’ll pick you up at 7’’ you discussed a little more before you gave him your address and said your goodbyes. 

As you came back into the kitchen, Camille put her phone down quickly, focusing entirely on you with eager eyes. ‘’And, what did he say?’’ she asked as you sat down facing her, sipping on your coffee. ‘’We are going out tomorrow night’’ you said shrugging your shoulders like it was nothing.

‘’Ahhhhhhh’’ she screamed with excitement ‘’My best friend is going out on a date with a hot professional football player’’ she said dancing around you, making you laugh. ‘’I’m trying to stay calm and collected but I’m nervous as hell.’’ You stated.

You, going out with Travis would be the first date you’d be going on since breaking up with Christopher a few months ago. You were excited because you could feel the connection you had with Travis, but you couldn’t help but to freak out. He was famous, girls were throwing themselves at him, tabloids would be making rumors and publicizing everything he did. Going on dates with him and maybe developing a relationship of some sort would mean you’d have to accept his lifestyle and accept to be a part of it.

In contrast, your life remained quite uneventful. After graduating, you pursued a career as a preschool teacher. Although you occasionally socialized with friends, your life was predominantly marked by its tranquility. 

During your younger years, spontaneity defined your character, but being in a relationship with Christopher necessitated a shift. Christopher's finance job revolved around meticulous planning, and he was a dedicated organizer. It became unusual for the two of you to engage in spontaneous outings or unplanned trips; everything adhered to a pre-established agenda. 

You adapted to this routine, although it never truly brought you much satisfaction. Becoming his girlfriend changed you. You had become quieter, and organisation and planning were now a part of your daily life.  

‘’Should we go shopping to find you a new outfit?’’ Camille asked, wiggling her eyebrows making you laugh. ‘’I wouldn’t even know what to shop for, I have no idea what he has planned or where we are going.’’ You responded not knowing what to except from your date.

Later that day you ended up going to the mall, browsing to find an appropriate outfit for your evening with Travis. Camille wanted to stop by Victoria Secret on your way out because they had a sale going on.

Your eyes danced around the store, looking around at all the different color garment. You picked up a cute 2-piece red set and showed it to your friend.

‘’What do you think of this one?’’ You asked placing it in front of you. Camille smirked at you ‘’I’m sure Travis will love it’’ you chuckled, shoving her as she giggled back at you. 

‘’As if I was sleeping with him tomorrow.’’ ‘’I mean, have you seen him? I wouldn’t blame you.’’ She exclaimed before moving towards other gondolas as she continued shopping for herself.  You waited for her by the cash as she paid for her items. 

After she was done, she came towards you, and she handed you a small black and pink bag. ‘’What is this?’’ ‘’A gift’’ you looked inside the bag seeing the red two-piece lace set that you had your eyes on earlier. 

‘’Just don’t forget to mention my contribution to your relationship in you guys’ wedding speech.’’ She winked before running slowly towards the exit, laughing as you rolled your eyes blushing.

The next day passed by pretty fast and soon enough you were getting ready for your date with Travis. You looked at the clock and realised he would be there any minute. You applied the last touch of lip gloss on your lips before you heard a knock on the door. You stared at yourself in the mirror and took one last look before walking towards the entry way. You took a deep breath and opened the door. 

There stood Travis, looking handsome as ever, a single red rose in his hand as he looked up at you, smiling.  

‘’Hi’’ 

‘’Hi’’ you gave him a small smile in return. ‘’This is for you’’ he said handing you the flower before you smelled it, blushing at the nice gesture. You thanked him and invited him inside while you fetched a small vase for your rose. You grabbed your coat and your purse before meeting him back and front.

As you stepped inside, the soft hum of conversation surrounded you. The hostess greeted you with a warm smile and led you to your table in a quiet and more private corner. Travis pulled out your chair with a grace that belied his powerful frame. You talked casually before Travis ordered some wine and you both ordered some food. 

As the evening wore on, your conversation shifted to more personal matters. You talked about your families, your childhoods, and the moments that had shaped you into the people you had become.

"So, what's one thing about you that not many people know?" Travis asked, genuine curiosity in his eyes.

You took a moment to think, then smiled. "Well, I have a secret passion for old black-and-white movies. There's something about the nostalgia and the storytelling that just draws me in."

His eyes lit up with intrigue. "Really? That's unexpected, but incredibly charming. Any favorites?"

You leaned forward, eager to share. "Casablanca, definitely. The way they captured the complexities of love and sacrifice... it's just timeless."

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I'll have to give it a watch. It sounds like a movie that could teach a guy a thing or two about love." He said looking at you with a small smirk while you blushed lightly. 

As the night deepened, you touched on dreams and aspirations. Travis spoke of his desire to give back to his community, to make a difference beyond the football field. It was inspiring to see this side of him, the man behind the athlete.

"And what about you?" he asked, his gaze steady. "What's something you've always wanted to achieve?"

You took a moment to gather your thoughts. "I've always had this dream of opening a community center for underprivileged kids. A place where they can learn, grow, and discover their potential."

He looked at you, a mixture of admiration and respect in his eyes. "That's amazing. I have no doubt you'd make a huge impact on those kids' lives. I mean you already do, I can see it with Wyatt" he continued as you smiled and blushed. 

After excusing yourself to visit the restroom, you made your way back to your table, the soft glow of the restaurant enveloping your figure. As you approached, a heartwarming sight unfolded before your eyes.

There stood Travis, a towering figure of kindness and humility, crouched down to meet the eye level of a young fan who couldn't have been more than seven or eight. The child's eyes sparkled with pure delight as he clutched what looked like to be a jersey, beaming from ear to ear.

Without missing a beat, Travis leaned in for a picture, their faces alight with shared enthusiasm. The child's guardian, a beaming parent, snapped the photo, capturing a moment that would undoubtedly become a cherished memory.

Your heart swelled with admiration as you watched him interact with the young fan. He treated the boy with a kindness and genuine affection that spoke volumes about his character. It was clear that he understood the impact he could have on young lives, and he embraced that responsibility with grace.

As they finished up, the child's beaming smile remained, and he gave Travis a heartfelt hug, which was reciprocated with equal warmth. They exchanged a few words, and the child left, practically floating on air, clutching the signed football jersey as if it were a priceless treasure.

As Travis turned to head back to your table, his eyes met yours, and his face lit up with a mixture of joy and pride. You couldn't help but be moved by the scene before you. Here was a man whose heart was as big as his presence on the field, someone who understood the impact he could have on those who looked up to him.

He joined you at the table, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Sorry about that. I couldn't resist when I saw that little guy's face light up."

You smiled back, your heart still full from the touching moment. "No need to apologize. It was beautiful to see."

He nodded, a glint of gratitude in his eyes. "It's moments like these that remind me why I do what I do."

And in that instant, you knew you were witnessing something special. Not just the heartwarming encounter with the young fan, but the genuine, kind-hearted man sitting across from you. It was a reminder that behind the glitz and glamour of his profession, Travis was a person who cared deeply about making a positive impact in the world. It was a quality that made you even more grateful to be getting to know him on this special evening.

As you sipped your wine, a mischievous glint danced in Travis's eyes. "You know," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, "I've been told that sharing dessert is a great way to test compatibility."

You leaned in, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Is that so? Well, I wouldn't want to jeopardize our compatibility, now would I?"

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on yours. "Then I guess we'll have to order something sinfully decadent."

"Agreed," You said, your heart doing a little somersault. "After all, we wouldn't want to leave anything to chance."

As the waiter approached, Travis turned his attention to the menu, a twinkle of mischief still in his eyes. "I think we'll take the chocolate lava cake. And two spoons, please."

The waiter nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Excellent choice."

As soon as the dessert arrived, Travis looked at you with feigned innocence. "Shall we put this compatibility theory to the test?"

You picked up your spoon, meeting his gaze with a playful glint of your own. "Let's find out, shall we?"

You each took a bite, savoring the rich, velvety sweetness. Your eyes locked, and a shared laughter bubbled up between you. It was a delicious game of playful flirtation, and you were thoroughly enjoying every moment. 

Your conversation shifted to lighter topics, and you shared stories about your favorite travel destinations and memorable experiences. With every word, it became clearer that you both were kindred spirits, sharing a sense of adventure and a zest for life.

You were both becoming more comfortable, and your conversation took a flirty turn. You playfully teased Travis about some of the extravagant vacations he'd been on, and he responded with charming anecdotes and witty comebacks.

"You certainly know how to live the good life, Travis. I'm impressed," You said, feigning astonishment.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, I might know my way around the football field, but I'm still figuring this whole 'impressing someone on a date' thing out."

You laughed, feeling your cheeks flush. "You're doing just fine, trust me."

The waiter returned to clear your plates and placed the bill on the table. You reached out to grab it, but Travis had faster hands. ‘’I got it, if I remember correctly, I invited you tonight, didn’t I? ‘’ ‘’You did, I really appreciate it, thank you.’’ You said with a smile.

As you guys stepped out of the restaurant, the cool night air felt invigorating against your skin. The cityscape stretched before you, a tapestry of lights and life. Travis slipped his hand into yours, your eyes meeting, his touch warm and reassuring, as you strolled along the bustling streets.

As you walked, your fingers intertwined, a subtle electricity passed between the both of you, a silent acknowledgment of the connection you were forging. It was a sweet and tender moment, a sign of the intimacy that was blossoming between you.

As you passed a lively bar, the sounds of laughter and music spilled out onto the sidewalk. A small group of intoxicated man were chatting outside when a voice caught your attention.

‘’Y/N?’’ Your heart skipped a beat as you locked eyes with him. Standing there, slightly swaying, was Christopher, your ex-fiancé, a figure from a chapter of your life you thought was firmly closed.

To Be Continued

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Part 4

[mydearsteven]

Steven universe headcanons where he hasn't told the gems about his relationship with the reader. (Not out of malice it was not something that came up) so randomly when he comes to visit (after the end of the spin-off) he brings the reader and the gems kinda like freak when they learn that's his s/o. Is this too much? If you want you can simply ot or just not write it. It can be like a short story if that's easier.

Secret S/O

featuring: Future!Steven x Reader

a/n: im not really sure what do you mean by ‘spin-off’, but i just made this after the SUF one. Im sorry if what you mean is after the movie..

it’s been a year since he last seen from the gems and/or beach city. He’s been away for such a long time now.

maybe this would be a good time to visit his childhood place now.

don’t get me wrong, he calls the gems here and now, Steven usually keep his family updated on what he’s doing.

if Steven doesn’t atleast call any of the gems or Greg for one day in a week, they would call him nonstop until he pick it up.

what they don’t know is that he finally found his S/O. They didn’t know that he finally moves on from Connie and find the love of his life.

the gems or Greg has never brought up any kinds of stuff related to his love life, they’re afraid if they set him off while he was still healing slowly from his traumas.

so when he told the gems that he’s finally coming back from exploring the country, they were very happy to see how’s their favorite boy was doing!

Steven told you to start packing because we’re going back to see his family. And you happily follow him.

once the infamous dondai was seen by the gems, they immediately rushed to the car and hugged Steven who almost tripped because of their hugs.

“H-hey guys!- WOAH SLOW DOWN!!”

he chuckles at the gems before looking at his dad who had tears in his eyes.

“Schtu-ball! you’re back.”

Steven smiles before releasing the hug given by the gems. Greg ran to him and gave him a bone crushing hug.

they all seem to have a very nice reunion, while you’re just sitting there on the passenger seat. Looking at his gem family and his dad quite awkwardly.

you don’t know what to do so you just went out of the dondai to say hi to them for the first time.

Pearl was the one who saw you first and was quite suprised to see you. She was also confused on who you are.

Pearl asked Steven on who you are and when he told them that you’re his S/O they have their jaws on the floor instantly.

Amethyst screams in happiness that Steven can finally move on and start ruffling his hair.

Steven could only blushed in embarrassment while Garnet, Pearl, and Greg was still staring at you with flabbergasted eyes.

Pearl was not sure about this until she saw Garnet who is already smiling widely and pulled you into a side hug.

this made Pearl and Greg to eventually let it off and accepted you into the family since Garnet seems so sure about you.

Steven was very happy on how well the gems and his dad take you into the family.

[artssslut2]

“You Just Have to Copy Everything I Do”

Art x Patrick x Reader

Summary: Patrick finds out some big news and looks to his best friend for advice.

Dad!Art + Dad!Patrick

A lot had happened since Lily was born it had been about five months. Patrick had purposed to y/f/n last month. It was soon but when he knows something he knows it. Patrick was crazy about her. You and art also loved her of course. The four of you would often spend time together, go on double dates or hang out at your house, they both adored Lily, you couldn’t blame them.

Tonight you had a little get together planned with Patrick and his fiancé just dinner and maybe a card game or a movie after Lily was down for the night. Art was finishing getting Lily I’m her pajamas and rocking her to sleep when you heard the doorbell ring, it was a little early but you didn’t mind you went to answer but it was only Patrick. A pale distressed looking Patrick, leaning against the doorframe. Before you could say anything he opened his mouth

“Hey, Um can I talk to Art?” He said a little shaken up. You didn’t ask any questions you just hoped he was okay this was weird

“Yeah he’s with Lily let me go grab him” you said

“Wait I mean if he’s putting her to bed I can jus-“

“Patrick it’s okay I’ll go get him.” You smiled, you knew this was serious, you could finish your daughters night routine.

You walked into the nursery and saw Art in the rocking chair with Lily fast asleep in his arms with a blanket and her pacifier.

“Babe Patrick’s here he needs to talk to you.” You whispered to not wake the baby

“He can wait a minute” Art said looking down at his daughter peacefully. This was Arts version of heaven

“Art you should go now I think he needs you” you told him, Art looked up then got the message. Standing up taking Lily with him

“Alright but I’m taking my baby with. We didn’t get our full cuddle time” he said leaving the room quickly kissing you in passing as you chucked at him.

Art came out into the dimly lit living room where Patrick was sitting.

“This better be good” Art said sitting across from his best friend, adjusting Lily so she was laying in his arms. He expected Patrick to say something stupid

“She’s pregnant.” He said immediately staring at the wall. Arts mouth opened in shock

“Y/f/n?” He asked knowing the answer. Patrick nodded slowly

“And are you guys… happy?” Art carefully asked a little shocked. Patrick looked at Art then Lily then back at Art, he waited a minute

“I don’t know. We’re getting married, and I love her. I really love her. I just- I don’t-“ he tried to find the words but couldn’t

“Your terrified.” Art finished

“Yeah. I mean we talked about having kids in the future but I didn’t think it would be right now” Patrick breathed out “we aren’t married we don’t have a house we haven’t talked about what to do when the baby is born” Patrick fell back leaning on the couch his hand on his eyes

“You guys will figure it out. Pat you’ve never really been a traditional guy and you love her and she loves you that’s all that really matters. As long as you have each other’s backs it will be fine” Art told him

“I don’t want to mess this up Art. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me you know? “

“Yeah I do. It’s scary. I know it was a little different with me and y/n but Jesus Patrick I was scared shitless” Art said letting out a small laugh thinking back on the time he first found out he was gonna be a dad.

“Are you still scared?” Patrick asked looking at the sleeping baby

“Cmon of course I’m still scared. Everyday. But Patrick trust me it’s all worth it, when they look at you and grab your finger, it’s like nothing else matters. It’s scary but you figure it out as you go. Just the other day Lily had a cold and we had no idea what to do. We had to call my mom and she almost flew in because we were so freaked out… I know you don’t have the best relationship with your parents but me and y/n are right here. We’ve already done this we can help.” He told his best friend meaning every word. Patrick smiled at Art “I’ve known you forever and I know your gonna be fine. You’ll be a great dad Pat… mabye not as good as me but good.” He joked making Patrick chuckle.

“Thanks man.”

“You know this will kind of be fun our kids can be best friends and grow up together now.” Art said relizing that this might just be perfect.

“Yeah I guess so. Lilys gonna have a new best friend pretty soon” Patrick smiled looking at his niece. Patrick stood up and Art followed

“You just have to copy everything I do don’t you Zweig” Art smirked. Patrick rolled his eyes smiling.

“I gotta get back to y/f/n.” Patrick said heading for the door.

“Yeah remember it’s scary for you but it’s a lot more scary for her” Art told Patrick, patrick agreed then left Arts house. Art smiled to himself thinking about how much he and his friend had grown up, now they were both gonna have kids. He didn’t know if Patrick would settle down but now he’s having a baby and getting married. Art looked at Lily and laughed a little

“Uncle Patrick is giving you a friend champ, can you believe it” he kissed Lily’s head and brought her to her crib.

[creepycranberry]

Sweet man

Rafe Cameron x fem! Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs, addiction. Cursing. Not proofread. I think that’s it.

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Your friends meant well, they really did. they tried their best to watch after you and warn you about him but every time they tried you countered their points and ignored their pointed looks when you simply told them that they didn’t know him like you did.

JJ was so pissed at you constantly, Kie would judge you silently and John B would keep his mouth shut. You felt like you were walking on eggshells every time your phone went off, Rafes face lit up on the screen.

It all came to a head one night when Rafe called you during a movie night. He knew how your friends felt about him, he knew from the moment pope saw both of y’all together in a spot on the beach that was meant to be secluded and the usually levelheaded boy shook his head in disappointment.

“JJs gonna freak.” He had said, thinking he was out of Rafes earshot.

“I can’t help it, Pope.”

“Can’t or don’t want to?” Pope argued, it stung to hear him so blatantly disdainful of your actions.

“He’s different with me.”

“I’m sure he is.” Pope sighed.

Rafe didn’t care what your friends thought of him, they could fuck themselves for all he cared, but he could see the tears forming in your eyes and it made his stomach twist and his heart soften.

And since then if he knows you’re with your friends, he keeps his distance.

But tonight was different, he was sad and drunk, you could hear it in his voice as you ignored the pointed looks your friends were giving you.

“I need to see you.” Rafes voice was rough from exhaustion and his words were slurred by the effect of whatever he drank.

“I’m busy, hon. Is everything okay?” You sat up off the couch, JJ muttered under his breath as he wiped the aggravated expression on his face.

“You mean a lot to me,” he slurred, loud music was being played in the background, getting farther away as the seconds drew on, “you have to know that.”

“I know, baby,” JJ gagged dramatically and John B slapped his arm, you roll your eyes and make your way into the next room, “is something wrong?”

“I love you.” He pouts, his voice thick with drunken emotion.

“Oh yeah?” You smile, leaning against the porch railing.

“Yeah, I just- Top was being stupid and he was drunk and everyone was drunk and I might have been a little drunk but- that-that- it’s not the point.”

“What is the point?” You ask him and he sighs deeply.

“Well Top said something and he was so- I don’t think he knew what he was saying but we kinda got into it and he said- he just-” Rafe stops speaking abruptly and you hear a slight hiccup on the other end of the call, “I just really need to see you, I-i wanna hold you.”

“Rafe-” you start.

“You’re so nice to hold, did you know that? I love holding you. Just come here, let me hold you.” He pouts.

“Rafe, I’m with my friends right now, I can’t just leave, they’d be pissed if I flaked on them.” You reason and Rafe groans loudly.

“Just one time, baby. I miss you, I need to hold you. I-I just need to be able to- just please come over.”

“I can’t, Rafe. They’re already pissed that you called me tonight, but tomorrow morning I will be there to nurse your hangover and to hold you like my life depends on it.”

The silence on the other end of the phone call feels never ending and then the call ends and you’re left sitting there, wondering what the hell had gotten into him tonight.

You head back to the living room, taking back your spot on the couch.

“What’d he want?” JJ asks bitterly and pope flicks him on the temple.

“He just missed me.” You shrugged, refocusing on the tv.

“I’m sure he did.” JJ sighs.

“JJ, come on.” Sarah nudges his leg from her place on the floor.

“What do you mean ‘come on’? Are we just going to keep acting like absolutely nothing is happening? Like we don’t have a problem with this shit?”

“We don’t have a problem with it, Jaje. You do.” Kie sighs and JJ shakes his head.

“I don’t see why you guys think it’s better to just lie to her to protect her feelings, were her friends, we’re supposed to tell her the truth whether we think she’ll like it or not!” JJ insists and you shuffle uncomfortably in your seat.

“We don’t have a problem with her dating him, we just have a problem with him. She knows that.” Pope shrugs.

“Can you guys not talk about me like I’m not sitting right here?” You mutter under your breath and JJ nods.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He says, turning himself so his feet are sat on the couch in front of him and he’s facing you, “I hate your boyfriend.”

“I know, JJ.”

“And it’s your life so you’re free to do whatever you want, we just don’t get why you’re doing whatever you want- with him.” He explains further.

“Because I like him.” You shrug.

“That’s the part we’re not quite understanding.” JJ clarifies.

“I like him. He’s sweet to me and he always defends me. He respects my emotions and my wishes and he never lets his emotions about the people around me affect how he treats me and I- I like him.” You shrug.

“I genuinely find that hard to believe.” Kie mutters and you scoff.

“Well that makes sense for you kie.”

“What does that mean?” She asks and you shrug.

“Nothing, you’re just a very cynical person.”

“I’m cynical for a reason.”

“I don’t doubt that, I just wish that your trust in my judgment could overshadow that cynicism sometimes.” You argue and she sighs heavily.

“You’re too naive to have good judgement.” Kie accuses and you roll your eyes.

“Okay, Kie.” You sigh, staring at the ceiling.

“We just really don’t want you to get hurt.” Sarah says in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

“I get that, I understand that much, I use don’t understand why you guys won’t trust me on this.”

“We trust you.” Pope says and your skeptical look makes him sigh, “we really do. We’re just kind of wary about him.”

“I know I just- he’s so sweet with me. I feel so protected with him and he’s really different when he’s with me.” You try using your regular argument for ending these discussions but today they aren’t having it.

“I believe you when you say that he has a good streak, I get that, but it’s his bad streak we’re more worried about. What happens when you guys have your first fight? Or when he sees you talking to a different guy and he gets jealous?” Sarah responds calmly.

“We’ve had arguments before, he never lets them escalate past arguments and he’s seen me with different friends of mine that are guys and I mean- he is a bit tenser but the tension diffuses so quickly and he’s just sweet as can be.”

You feel like you’re trying to convince them the tooth fairy is real. They’re all staring at you in utter disappointment and disbelief.

“He’s crazy is what he is.” JJ pipes up and you roll your eyes for what feels like the millionth time.

“JJ, I’m really trying. And he is too. He respects my relationship with you guys, even if he’s not y’all’s biggest fan.”

“That is a wild understatement.” John B retorts and you narrow your eyes at him, he speaks up before you can send a snarky remark his way, “he’s reckless and sometimes a danger to even himself. He used to be a raging addict, and even if he’s not still a total dick, he still is the fucking worst.”

“I don’t think you or JJ can say a thing concerning recklessness and he’s been clean for like a year now. He’s doing his best.”

“Say what you want about him, it’s your life so do what you want,” JJ exhales through his nose, “but just know that he’s one bump away from homicidal.”

You stare at each of your friends, the judgmental looks on their faces enough to upset and anger you.

“Why can’t you just trust me? I know him, I know him fully. I know he can be so genuinely sweet and-and the most loving and he has such potential to be so good and he’s trying to get there.” You look at JJ as you begin to tear up in desperation, he doesn’t meet your eyes, his gaze trained on the couch cushion between the two of you, “whatever. No matter how I or he tries to prove it you won’t believe me.”

You get off of the couch and grab your bag from by the coffee table, your friends calling after you.

The only one who gets up to run after you is JJ. He catches up somewhat effortlessly and loops his fingers around your wrist, “sweetheart, come on.”

“You won’t listen to me. I’m not gonna sit in there and listen as you guys insult and degrade my boyfriend. I can’t do it, JJ.” The tears are flowing consistently now and JJ can’t stand seeing you cry but he knows that isn’t any reason to agree with you.

“We just want you safe. I want you safe. We’ve seen the shit he’s capable of and it’s not pretty. He can be reckless and violent and we don’t want that for you. Sweetheart you’ve gotta understand that.” He says, reaching for your other wrist but you shake your head.

“But I’ve also seen what he’s capable of. He can be so good JJ and he really trying, please just- even if you don’t believe me, just trust me.” You plead and JJ just stares at you for a moment. Tears framing his eyes as he tries in earnest to see Rafe as anything that can possibly good for you.

“I’m sorry.” His voice wavers as he drops your hands, “I want to see what you do, I don’t want to spend my energy hating someone who makes you happy but you have to understand-“

“I understand I just- I have to go.” You sniffle and he nods, watching you as you walk away from the house, cursing before dejectedly heading back inside.

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Rafe wasn’t home when you got there so you sat on the porch swing, attempting to self soothe as you waited for him.

When his truck pulls up he doesn’t notice you there for a minute as he attempts to find his keys in his pocket.

When he looks up he sees you, curled up on the porch swing.

“Weren’t you drunk?” You sniff and he shakes his head.

“I stopped drinking after I called you, drank some water and waited until I was sober enough to drive, what happened?” He asks, staring at you like you fell from the sky.

“They hate you.” You mumble.

“Who? Your friends?”, You nod and sniffle again, wiping your eyes for the umpteenth time, “let’s go inside, baby.”

He offers you his hands and practically lifts you off of the porch swing, his hand landing on the small of your back as he led you inside and through the house until you got to his bedroom.

He sat you on the bed while he changed, stopping every so often to kiss you on the cheek or forehead.

When he sits back next to you he pulls you into his chest, “what happened, baby?”

“You called and the I went inside and they just started saying all this shit. I’m not even upset that they don’t like you I just wish they trusted my judgment a bit more.”

“What did they say?” He asks, his voice hardening.

“Rafe-“

“What did they say, sweetness?” His voice softens once again as he refocuses on you, moving the hair out of your face.

“That you’re reckless and violent and that when you were an addict you were-“

“Yeah. Yeah I was.” He sighs, “I get that they don’t like me, that’s fine, and far be it from me to defend those assholes,” you give him a look that’s almost a pout and he backtracks, “I know, let me finish. Everything they said is true, in fact I was probably worse than they described me. And despite how I feel about them, they do really care about you. I don’t think trust they’ve ever questioned their trust in you but me-“

“But you’re trying to be better.”

“I am, sweets, I really am. But that doesn’t change what they saw. They don’t trust me with you. That’s all it is.” He shrugs, kissing your forehead and rubbing the side of your arm.

“You do realize you just spent the last five minutes defending them, right?” You smile and he exhales, letting his head hang dramatically, feigning shame.

“I would rather my ego take a hit than your feelings, baby.” He sighs and you smile wide.

“You’re so sweet.” You gush and he groans, falling back onto the bed and dragging you down with him as you laugh.

“No, I’m not sweet. I’m brooding and surly.”

“Maybe to everyone else but to me you’re just the sweetest.” You smile.

“That’s because you’re impossible to be even a little mean to.” He turns on his side to face you, his head rested on his arm.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that all it takes is those pretty eyes looking up at me and suddenly all the mean bones in my body turn to mush, making it impossible for me to be mean to you.” He jokes, pulling you closer to him by your waist and enveloping you in his warmth.

Everything slips away as he pushes your chin up to reach your lips, his hands making their way into your hair. You hum against his lips, so perfectly content. Once you pull away the blush fans across your cheeks and you hide in his neck.

His chest vibrates against you as he laughs softly at you and your flustered state.

“You’re so damn precious.” He sighs.

“I love you.” You smile shyly and he sighs, his eyes soft and so happy to be holding your gaze.

“I love you too.”

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

can you do stu for halloween? I miss the og ghostfaces

I don't usually write for Stu — I personally prefer Billy appearence-wise —, but when I got the idea, I imagined it would be something Stu would be into

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (m revieving), hand job, p + v, cowgirl,

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Halloween was your favorite holiday and you were not playing when it came to dressing up. No one’s costume held up to your level. Last year, you arrived at Stu’s party in a sexy version of Regan McNeal…with the green fake vomit going down your chin and chest. While most were grossed out, the sight had the party host’s jaw on the floor. 

As soon as houses started putting out pumpkins and decorations for the trick or treaters, Stu had been trying to get information about this year’s costume. Unfortunately for him, you kept your lips zipped. You didn’t want to risk anyone showing up in the same costume you picked and ruining your moment. 

On the big night, Stu stayed close to the door as soon as people started showing up so he would know when you would arrive. He didn't want to miss your arrival. 

He was on his second beer when you walked through the door in a hat, fishnets and a classic Freddy Krueger striped sweater dress that hugged you in all the right places. Once again, Stu's jaw dropped. 

No longer interested in what Billy was talking about, Stu blew him off and sauntered over to you with a smirk playing on his lips. ‘’Who do we have here? Shouldn’t you be haunting and killing off kids in their dreams?’’ he asked, playing along with your character.

You tilted your head, a teasing glint in your eyes. ‘’All the kids stay up late on Halloween night, my shift doesn't start until 11pm.’’ 

Stu hummed, leaning closer until your back hit the coat closet door. ‘’And what do you plan on doing until then?’’

‘’Drink beer and watch scary movies on your couch.’’ You stole his beer and took a sip before heading to the living room where a girl was screaming bloody murder on the TV.  

Through the night, you laughed and chatted with Randy about movies. A lot of people saw him as a freak for being crazy about horror movies, but you got to know him a little during your many visits to the blockbuster and he was actually a nice person. A little bit of a know-it-all, spilling facts about every movie you rented but you assumed that was his way to flirt with girls. 

As The Shining played, some girl screamed, way too loud for such a tame part of the movie. You rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to stuff her mouth with some chips. 

Stu saw and joined you on the couch, squeezing between you and Randy, his leg brushing against yours. ‘’What’s this screaming all about?’’ he asked, draping his arms behind you and Randy casually. He had a couple of beers in him, but was nowhere near drunk.  

Randy shot him a look, pushing Stu’s arm off. ‘’Can’t you find another seat? The couch’s full already.’’ He was annoyed by Stu’s interruption. ‘’And we were talking.’’ 

Stu raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. “Oh yeah? A ‘moment,’ huh? Hate to break it to you, Randy, but she’s not going home with you tonight. She’s got a job to do at 11. Nightmare duty, right?” His hand slid down, patting your thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to your inner thigh.

You played along, nodding with a smirk. ‘’Thanks for the reminded, Stu.’’ You placed your hand that didn't have the glove on over his, teasingly holding it for a second before standing up. ‘’Guess I should get going.’’ 

Stu’s playful smile vanished as he scrambled to his feet, following you into the kitchen. “Woah, woah, woah, you’re not going anywhere just yet.” He grabbed your wrist as you had reached the kitchen, pulling you to a stop. “Where do you think you’re going?”

‘’To haunt people’s dreams,’’ you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He placed his hands on your hips, leaning down slightly, his voice dropping to a low murmur. ‘’Do you only do children? Because I have a question, Ô Master of Dreams.’’ He smirked, his breath warm against your ear. ‘’Do you visit sex dreams too? Because I could use some company.’’

A slow smile spread across your lips. ‘’I guess you’ll have to fall asleep and find out.’’

Stu grinned. “Mmm, tempting. Maybe I should head to bed now then, see what happens.”

‘’Lead the way.’’ 

Once inside his bedroom, Stu locked the door and hurried to his bed. He played his part and pretended to be asleep, making you cover your mouth to stifle your laugh. His playfulness was your favorite part of his personality.

You waited a little, then crawled on the bed and up Stu’s body, brushing your gloved hand along his jaw and down his neck. 

Slowly, he stirred and opened his eyes, finding you hovering over him. ‘’Ooh, Mrs. Krueger. It’s a pleasure to have you in my dreams.’’ One of his hands ghosted up your thighs over the fishnets, and ended over your ass. He gave it a good squeeze, having been itching to do that since you walked his front door. 

“I like to switch it up on Halloween and take a break from the children to visit the tricksters.’’

‘’Do you give them treats?’’ Stu asked, enjoying the little game you were playing.

You chuckled at his response, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I can provide some special treats for the tricksters who deserve them. And you're definitely on the naughty list this year, Mr. Macher." You dragged your hand down his chest, your eyes locked on his. 

‘’Been on the naughty list since my mom pushed me out,’’ Stu said proudly. ‘’Do I get an extra treat for that?’’ 

His question hung in the air as you pushed his sweater up, fingers fumbling with his belt. It was tricky with just one hand, but with a little help from Stu, you managed it. Not wanting to deal with the same hassle when it came to his jeans, you started to remove your glove, but his hand quickly stopped you.

"Keep the glove on.’’ He grinned, eyes darkening with lust at the thought of your gloved hand around his cock. "Just be careful down there. Don't want to damage the goods."

You held back a laugh and pulled down his jeans and boxers, his thick cock springing free. You had guessed that he was large, but the sight made your pussy cry happy tears. You ran your hands up and down his thighs, feeling the dust of blond hair covering them. 

Stu let out a small hiss as you gripped the base of his cock, pumping slowly. The plastic of the glove was rigid around him and didn’t conform well to the desired movement due to limited flexibility. You were careful to not scratch him with the edges of the ‘blades’ as you continued. This was more to bring a dark fantasy to life than to provide pleasure. 

‘’Ready for your treat?’’ you asked, looking up at him.

He didn’t even have time to respond before you lowered your head to give the tip a featherlight lick, tasting him. He let out a quiet hiss, jerking his hips up just slightly, hands clenching at his sides. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, then ran your tongue up and down his shaft, teasing him. When you judged you had teased him enough, you opened your mouth and took as much of him as you could. 

Stu hummed in delight, your warm mouth around him. He’s thought and dreamed about this before, the past months having spent playing cat and mouse and teasing each other, but the real thing couldn’t even compare. His hand came down to the back of your head, gripping your hair to keep them out of your face as he watched you go deeper on his cock and bobbing your head up and down until he was about to lose it.

You grinned up at him as you pulled off him, sitting back on your heels. Your lips glistened with a mix of smeared lip gloss, spit and pre-cum. Stu could have cum right there. ‘’Is it time for my treat?’’ you asked, lifting the bottom of your dress and flashing him a peek of the black thong beneath.

‘’Ugh, you’re a fucking sight,’’ Stu groaned, his eyes were glazed and chest heaving — his cock twitching. His hand reached out to touch you, finding  the wet spot and rubbing slowly.

You pushed against his touch, craving more. How the tables had turned…

He caught on quickly, tearing a hole through your fishnets and sliding your thong aside to sink his fingers between your folds, spreading your arousal around. Your breath hitched, his movements slow and deliberate as he played with you, grinning at the way you clenched around him.

 ‘’Does that feel good?’’ he teased, fully aware of the answer.

He could be such an ass. 

‘’Y-yes,’’ you stammered, leaning into his touch as he slid his fingers in and out, leaving you breathless.

‘’Feels really good.’’ You rocked your hips forward when he moved his fingers, ever slowly sliding them in and out. 

Starting to feel hot, you pulled your dress up the rest of the way, throwing it on the bed. You had opted out of wearing a bra tonight — it wouldn’t have stayed on for long anyway — and Stu seemed very pleased with that decision. He wasn’t a tits guy, but pierced nipples sent his mind reeling. 

His reaction made you laugh, his eyes wide and amazed. You didn’t have the biggest tits — not that they were tiny either —, but they certainly were the cutest at this party. He reached to grab one of your breasts, thumbing over your pierced bud. 

''Like what you see?'' 

‘’Like what you see?’’ Stu mocked, sitting up and curling his fingers inside you. 

One of your favorite things about Stu was his sense of humor. He was one of the very few people who could make you laugh, whether it was with a stupid joke or through sarcasm. And he even managed to bring that humor into the bedroom. 

‘’Stop it,’’ you said, glaring at him. 

But Stu didn’t listen, giving you a playful pout and teasing you with his fingers again and again, until you physically grabbed his hand and made him stop. 

‘’You can’t do that,’’ he protested. ‘’This is my sex dream.’’

‘’Maybe, but I’m the Master of Dreams,’’ you reminded him, a winning smile on your lips. ‘’And I want your dick inside me.’’ 

You guided him inside you as you slowly lowered down onto him. The rip in your fishnets was making the process easier, only having to pull your thong to the side. Once he was fully inside, you closed your eyes, overcome by the sensation of Stu inside you, filling you.  

Stu grabbed your thighs, trying to get his mind off your tight pussy clamping around him. ‘’You feel so good around my cock, Ô Dream Master.’’  

You laughed softly, pressing a gloved hand to his stomach as you started to move, taking him in a slow rhythm that made his hips twitch. ‘’I do?’’ You held eye contact, your warm walls gripping Stu’s cock in a vice grip.

He whimpered, his hands going down to your ass. ‘’Fuck, you’re gonna liquify my dick with that tight cunt.’’ 

His words made you grin, and you moved faster, until you were full on bouncing. The slapping of skin resounded throughout the room, but the music outside was loud enough to drown it that no one in the hallway would hear. Not that Stu cared if anyone heard or knew that he was having sex. It was his house. 

‘’Is that what you dream about when you dream of me, Stu? My tight cunt milking you?’’

His response was a sharp thrust up, hitting a spot that made your head fall back. Two could play the game of teasing. 

Stu kept meeting you halfway, bringing you close to the edge. You were trying to not cry out, let all of your classmates know how good Stu was making you feel. They might think someone’s getting murdered in there and barge in. 

‘’I’m close!’’ you gasped, your breathing quickening, hair sticking to your face and tingles going up your spine. ‘’I’m so fucking close!’’ 

Your legs were aching and the bed was squeaking from the movements. Sex was fun, but it was also exhausting. It should count as a workout with all the sweating and the calories you were burning. 

Stu must have felt it too, because he flipped you over with a tight grip on your ass, and laid you down on the bed, taking over and drilling into you until you both finished. His mouth on yours swallowed every cry that left your lips, your fingernails digging  into his shoulders through his sweater. 

The room was stifling hot, and probably reeked of sex, but neither of you felt like getting up to open the window for fresh air. Your legs felt like complete jelly, his cum leaking from your pussy and onto his bedsheets. 

‘’Why didn’t we do this sooner?’’ you asked, Stu’s lips on yours, kissing lazily and bathing in the afterglow high.  You weren’t used to having a moment like this — a simple, quiet moment of intimacy without one of you teasing the other.

He bit your bottom lip and pulled it. ‘’It’s you who was pushing me away. I’ve wanted you since you showed up with fake vomit all over you. Thought I made that clear?’’ 

''I never pushed you away.'' 

Stu gave you a look. ''You did. Remember when we kissed at Ricky's birthday party? You told me to call you the next day and you never picked up.'' 

It was over three months ago. Your memories were a little blurred, but now that he was bringing it up, you recalled writing your number in the palm of his hand with a pen. Now you felt terrible for missing his call. 

You grabbed the collar of his sweater �� which was strangely still on — and pulled him back in for a kiss, trying to make it up. How many kisses will he need to forgive you? 

It wasn’t long until his eager length twitched against your thigh, ready to go again. How long had it been since he came? Less than ten minutes? 

You playfully pushed his chest. ‘’You’re insatiable.’’

—

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[wannabeschyulersister]

Carmy x reader meet at a tattoo parlor

“I take it this is your first.”

Your current state of mild panic was interrupted by the guy sitting on the other end of the couch. “Excuse me?”

“Your first tattoo.” He clarified.

“Uh, yeah it’s my first.” You answered, “What gave it away?”

The guy with the prettiest blue eyes you’d ever seen in your entire life chuckled, “You look nervous. Also, you-uh haven’t stopped bouncing your leg since you sat down.”

You immediately stopped moving your leg. It was a habit that you didn’t even realize you were doing half the time. “Sorry.”

“You know you don’t have to do it right? I don’t think anyone here is holding you hostage.”

“No, I have to.”

“Did you lose a bet or something?” Normally Carmen wouldn’t bother starting conversations with random strangers. He was against it most of the time. He didn’t know what was making him continue to get answers from you in that moment.

You smiled a little, “No, I didn’t lose a bet. I pass by this shop every day when I go to work and I always say that I’m going to come in here and get a tattoo. Today, I finally made it inside.”

“What are you planning on getting?”

“Uh just a small rose on my forearm. You?” You looked down and saw that he had quite the collection of tattoos already.

Carmen felt a little self-conscious in that moment. He didn’t know if you were judging him or not. “I’m uh-I’m getting something on my back.”

“Can I ask you a stupid question?”

“I doubt your question is going to be stupid.”

You leaned over and asked him quietly, “Is it going to hurt like hell?”

Carmen couldn’t help but smile a little, “Yeah, it’s uh, it’s going to hurt but I think you’re going to be okay.”

The tattoo artist came from out the back at that moment and called your name, “(Y/n), I’m ready for you.”

You grabbed your small backpack and stood up. The nerves hit you like a wave all over again.

“You alright?” The beautiful blue-eyed man asked you.

“Would it be weird if I asked you to come back there with me and hold my hand? You can say no. I mean, I don’t even know your name and I’m asking you to be there with me so I don’t freak the fuck out.”

Carmen stood up beside you and held his hand out for you to shake, “I’m Carmen.”

You shook his hand and instantly thought about how nice his hand felt on yours. You also wondered how it would feel on other parts of you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Carmen.”

“Likewise.”

A few minutes later, you were ready for the ordeal to begin. Carmen sat on a small stool to your left. His hand still firmly holding yours.

When the buzzing started, Carmen distracted you by asking you random questions. Your favorite movie. Your favorite song. The best place you’d ever been. It was a great trick that got your mind off of the pain.

“Okay, you’re all finished.” The tattoo artist cleaned you up and then you admired their work.

“It’s amazing. Thank you so much.”

“You know they say tattoos are addicting. Once you get one, you don’t stop.” Carmen gestured to his arms proving his point.

“Well, next time I hope there’s a willing stranger here that’ll hold my hand for ten minutes.”

“Or uh-or I could- we could exchange numbers and I can be that willing stranger.”

Your heart soared but you tried to play it cool, “Yeah, I’d like that. I hope that by the time I figure out what tattoo I want next, we won’t still be strangers by then.”

[billwidoll]

The Roman Empire

_____________________

You never believed in love at first sight, and you didn't even have hope but in love, because you were dying inside. You had a disease called Respiratory Cancer. It was killing you, and you were just an 18-year-old girl who was dying at the hands of cancer. But there was a day when you met him....

Your cancer arrived when you were seven years old. And since then, you were never a normal girl, you didn't go to dances, you didn't go to the beach, and you never had a boyfriend, your life was Hospital.

On the other hand, Rafe believed in love, he was in the best phase of his life, and that was a fact. he was dating a beautiful girl, had a stable job and was also doing an internship at McLaren hospital.

"Y/n I want to introduce you to intern Rafe Cameron"

Doctor Grey, enters the hospital room with you lying in your bed.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Y/n" Rafe says with a smile and shaking your hand.

When your eyes meet Rafe's, you get unexpected butterflies in your stomach, and Rafe feels his palms sweat as he waves to you.

"hello Rafe, welcome to my journey to death"

You speak with a sarcastic smile and Doctor Gray gets angry with your jokes

"You're not going to die y/n, that's enough, okay?" The doctor says authoritatively, "well, Rafe, you will be y/n's assistant and help her in everything she can, okay?"

Doctor Gray is serious and leaves y/n's room, leaving Rafe and her alone.

"well...y/n, I think we're going to spend some quality time together, right?" Rafe says, taking a chair, placing it next to the bed, and taking a magazine right after.

"Shall we start working then? Turn on the TV for me, please"

You speak using your sarcasm and Rafe likes that, he likes your dark humor. He gets up and turns on the TV like you asked.

"what do you want to watch?"

Rafe asks looking at you again, and every time he looked at you he felt dominated by your gaze.

"hmm, I think I want to watch 'If you drink, don't get married'

You talk and Rafe is shocked that you like these types of movies

"good.. very good, I love this movie" Rafe says smiling at you and you smile at the comment

"Well, I think we understand each other now, right?"

You and Rafe agree, smiling and you dismiss the idea that he's not that horrible.

Two months later

"I brought you a gift" Rafe says smiling and showing a gift bag

You freak out smiling, you had never received any kind of gift again.

"oh my god! Oh what is it?" You speak with a huge smile on your face and getting comfortable on the hospital gurney

Rafe gives you the gift, and you quickly unpack it

Until you saw a book called "Roman Empire" that was the book you wanted from the time of the dinosaurs, but you never got it because it was no longer sold in the United States

"I like that?" Rafe says, a little afraid that you didn't like the gift.

"I loved Rafe!" You say jumping and screaming with happiness and hugging Rafe.

Rafe was very happy with that, he wanted to make you happy, after unfortunately Doctor Grey, he was going to remove him from his position and place him in another position, but Rafe didn't want that, he just wanted to be with You, Rafe already considered you part of his life and he knew he was important to you

Your parents only came to see you once a week, because of work, you had no friends, and your other relatives didn't care about your health.

"I have to tell you something..."

To be continued...

[tripleglitchwriting]

I saw that the request is open, so I thought. How about a first contact au with rotb optimus? I've always liked that old bot haha

Hell yeah I rewatched the movie for this. Sorry it took longer for me to actually write this than I anticipated 😅

Some Things Are More Important

CW: Unintentional fearplay, calling a person “it” (also unintentionally)

Ah, the junkyard. A beautiful array of scrap metal glinting under the sun day after day, perfect for welding and crafting. For the longest time the atmosphere of the place put you off, but your drive to create overtook your fear and replaced it with passion.

The day your life changed was no different than any other. You took your time packing your things, preparing to scavenge once again, though the evening sun was already threatening to advance further down the sky. You didn’t need much, it wasn’t a far trip and certainly not a difficult one. You left in good time, pushing down the uneasy feeling you got when you stepped outside the house.

There was a specific piece of metal you were looking for, one you saw a couple days ago but wouldn’t fit in your cart due to how full it had been. It was the perfect size and shape for what you needed, of course you had to leave behind the one thing you needed now, though it couldn’t hurt to pick up some other materials while you were at it. Masterfully navigating your way through the junk was a special talent of yours, one you were quite proud of, so it struck you as odd when a random truck showed up in the middle of the yard.

It was red and blue, one of those trucks that carried huge cargo boxes and were scary to drive next to. It was pretty beat up, though you can’t imagine why someone would leave it here of all places rather than a used car lot or something. Well, you thought, it wasn’t your problem, so you didn’t treat it as such. You simply continued your search. There were so many great pieces of metal, you ended up staying there until dusk, yet you still couldn’t find the one you were looking for.

Now that you think about it, it must’ve been where that truck was now. Maybe somebody moved it, or worse, took it. It would be a huge bummer to lose such a perfect piece to your puzzle, so you figured staying out to look near the truck wouldn’t hurt anybody.

After around ten minutes of picking through trash, you heard a sound. It wasn’t particularly loud, but it was unnerving to say the least. It sounded like metal scraping together so you brushed it off as the wind blowing on some light metal or something. Five minutes later it happened again, this time louder. Not long after it happened again, and by now you were getting pretty freaked out.

Taking metal from the scrapyard wasn’t particularly illegal, after all you’d learned how to do it properly from your law-abiding friends, however it came with a certain set of risks. Getting cut by rusty metal, stepping on a stray nail, or even getting robbed by someone who preys on scrap pickers like yourself. You didn’t want to know what the sound was and you weren’t about to find out, perfect piece be dammed. It was time to cut your losses.

You didn’t take two steps before it happened.

A strange, mechanical, alien sound rattled from behind you. You whipped your head around despite your survival instincts telling you to run immediately. Before your very eyes the red and blue truck started pulling itself part, little pieces forming a much, much larger figure. It looked nearly human really, if not for being impossibly large and also a robot truck.

A gobsmacked look etched itself on your face, not that you noticed it. You were a little preoccupied at the time, with the giant robot reaching a giant robot hand at you. Just then you realized there was a giant robot hand reaching at you, and you screamed louder than any horror movie victim ever could. The hand froze for a second, taken aback by your sudden noise, but when you remained frozen it continued its pursuit.

It was already too late by the time your body agreed to let you move. Incomprehensibly large fingers wrapped around your comparatively small form, gripping you tight enough to stop any struggles you tried to make. The thing held you up to its face, bright blue eyes shining like headlights in your vision. There were plenty of words that came from your mouth at the time, none of which were at any point comprehendible. To your utter shock, the robot seemed to notice this.

“Perhaps I have downloaded the wrong language pack… or I have found the wrong species…” It said to itself in a distinctly human voice.

“Wh- what the- what are- what are you?” Hooray! You got a sentence out. Your heart was not as excited though, as it felt more like it was going to pound out of your chest.

“So you can speak.” The voice boomed, knocking any hope you had of replying out of your throat.

“What?? What???” You rasped out, two words was better than none, you supposed.

“Did I… break you?”

“Did you- no, no you… didn’t. Please don’t.”

“I do not intend to bring you any harm, little one.“

“Then… stop squeezing… me” The grip immediately loosened. You took in a deep breath of air. “Thank you…”

“My sincerest apologies, I did not mean to hurt you.”

“That’s good to know… but, um, what exactly are you? I asked it before but… you know.” The robot nodded with you, a thoughtful motion but a generally unwelcome one because even the smallest moments it made caused you a bout nausea.

“Yes, introductions. My name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots.” Optimus Prime… a strange name. Though it’s not like your current situation was any more normal.

“…I’m Whyen, nice to meet you. Could you… put me down, by any chance?” Optimus nodded, gently setting you down. He stood up again, but realized how much you had to crane your neck up to see him, so he resolved to a kneel.

“What are you.” However tough he looked on the outside, you would feel the sheer curiosity oozing off his voice.

“Uh, I’m a human.”

“Human… and you’re the dominant species on this planet?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“I see. I was lucky to find a vehicle mode with your language on it.”

“I… don’t really know what that means but ok. So, what are you?”

“I am Cybertronian, from the planet Cybertron.”

“Huh. Another planet.” You kicked by the oncoming existential crisis in hopes of more answers. “Right… so, if you’re from space, why are you here?” His face suddenly shifted from curiosity to a grim look of remembrance.

“There is a war on my planet. Me and my team have ended up here on accident, I’m afraid.”

“Oh… well, I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be, I have no intention of staying here longer than we have to, doing so could endanger this entire planet.”

“Wait, what? The- all- the whole planet?”

“Yes,” He responded in a low, distant voice. “Our enemies, unlike us, would not hesitate to destroy any planet if it meant winning the war.” You started at him in shock. In an attempt to avoid further panic, you decided to take a different route on questioning.

“Who’s ‘us’?”

“The Autobots, my friends.”

“So you’re saying… you’re leading your side of the war? Like a general?”

“Yes, to put it simply.”

“Wow… this is… a lot. How are you going to find your friends?”

“I… do not know. I was attempting to contact them before I noticed you.“

“Oh…”

“Do not worry. If the Deceptions attack this planet, we will protect it with our very sparks. A young species such as yourselves do not deserve to be punished for our mistakes.” Your expression softened. As this metal titan spoke to you, in gentle, deep tones, you felt strangely at peace. You felt silly for ever being afraid of him, like you’d known this alien for ages. He didn’t even know you, yet he was willing to risk his life for your home.

“…Thank you.”

“Do not thank me now, young human, I have yet to get your people out of harms way.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you going to be okay?” Optimus’s eyes widened for just a second before his face broke into a warm smile.

“…I will be just fine.”

“Well, if it’s my planet at stake… I want to help you.”

“Help me?”

“Yeah. I know more about this planet than you do, so I can show you how things work around here. It’s the least I can do.”

“That is very kind of you, you have my thanks.”

“Well, first I have to get home and sleep- my house isn’t too far from here, and I live alone so you don’t have to worry about anyone else freaking out. Not many people live around here.”

“That is good. I… apologies if I am too bold, is it okay if I carry you back to your home? It would be in our best interest to get to your home as fast as possible.”

“Ah, true. Well, I guess so.” He laid out his hand. It took you a second to climb on a stabilize yourself, nodding when you were ready for him to move. And he did, and you guided him all the way home. You hardly even noticed the junkyard and forgotten scrap metal you’d spent the night collecting.

Some things are more important.

[lives-in-midgard]

Hello, my dear! :) I may also request a Bucky Barnes Imagine where maybe he’s your Ex (breaking up cause of he doesnt want to get you in danger cause of the avengers) but he is lost without you and totally changed in the bad way, but you feel the same.. then one night he wants to leave the Avengers behind but Steves get you there and you convince him to stay while hes already on his bike.. then you talk, decide to give your love another chance and end up cuddling or more (in case you're comfortable with smut, if not then it's fine as well) THAAANK YOU DOLL ❤️

I Still Love you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Four months have passed since your breakup with Bucky when you suddenly get a call from Steve.

Word Count: 1580

A/N: Thank you so much honey for sending in that request! 💞At first I wasn't sure if I can write it but then when I started writing it I couldn't stop because I loved the idea. Because I don't write smut I ended it with cuddles, which I thought was also a good ending. I really hope you and everyone else like how this turned out!

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It’s been four months since Bucky broke up with you. You can remember it all too well when he stood in your doorway and said he is breaking up with you. You were so happy on that day when he texted you that he will come over. You prepared everything for a movie night and for dinner you even bought a vinyl with music from the 40s as a surprise for him. But when he came over that night you never got to do any of the things you were looking forward to.

Four months ago:

You just placed the new vinyl you got as a surprise beside the record player when you heard a knock on your apartment door. You were so excited to see Bucky especially because it’s been a few days since you had last seen him. You walked to the door with a big smile on your face but when you opened the door you immediately knew that something was wrong. Bucky didn’t smile like he always did, he didn’t even greet you with a soft kiss.

“Hey, doll.” He said and tried to give you a smile.

“Hey, what’s wrong Buck?” You asked and tried to reach for his hand, but he pulled it away and shook his head.

“Buck, what?” Now you were confused.

“Did something happen?” You asked and you saw a sad look in his eyes. Bucky looked like he didn’t sleep since a few days. Did he have nightmares again, was the first thought that crossed your mind. Bucky looked at the ground and you gave him the time he needed to sort his thoughts. Even though you were freaking out inside. When he looked into your eyes, he looked so sad and hurt. You have never seen him like this before.

“We need to break up, doll.” He finally said what was bothering him and you couldn’t believe what he just said.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, doll you didn’t but it’s for the best.” Bucky said without hesitation.

“Bucky please don’t do this I love you. You know this right?” You said and a tear escaped your eyes.

“I know doll and I love you too but-.” Bucky wanted to say more but you interrupted him.

“Then don’t break up whatever happend we can get through this together.” You hoped he would stay and tell you what happened, but he insisted he wanted to break up.

“I’m going to leave now and please don’t come to the compound or try to call me okay.” Bucky said and made a few steps to the door. His metal hand rested on the doorknob, he took a deep breath and then opened the door. Before he walked out you reached for his hand.

“Why?” Was everything you could say.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Bucky said without looking at you, walked out the door and closed it behind him.

“But you just hurt me!” You screamed as tears streamed down your face. You locked the door and sat down on the floor with your back to the door. It felt like sitting there and crying for hours. At some point you had the courage to get up and when you saw everything you had prepared, you quickly put everything away and started crying again.

In the next few days and weeks, you were no longer the same as you were with Bucky. You called at work and told them you were sick and stayed in bed all day. You watched your favorite show, but not the one you started to watch with Bucky, that would only make you sadder. After a few days, you decided to go back to work. As you were about to change into some clothes, you saw some of Bucky’s hoodies and other things and put them in a box. You packed everything you could find of him into a box and decided to send it to him. You couldn’t go back to the store and bring the vinyl back, so you just put it on a shelf. You worked more shifts at work and even went to a gym to avoid thinking about Bucky too much. You felt so lonely without Bucky and missed him so much.

Bucky thought it would be the best to break up, but he felt so lost without you. He was so afraid that you would get hurt because he is an Avenger and that some bad guys would try to find you, so he thought it would be the best to break up. But he didn’t think about what it would mean for his and your life. Bucky changed; he didn’t really talk with the other avengers anymore only with Steve. Most nights he would just sit in his bed in his room, hoping that you were safe and well. He became more and more withdrawn from the others and one day Bucky decided that he wanted to go away from the Avengers.

That was also the day you got a call from Steve. You were surprised to see his name on your phone.

“Did something happen to Bucky?” Was the first thing you said when you answered the call.

“Hey, y/n. No, he is okay, but he wants to leave the Avengers. Tonight.” Steve told you and you were shocked to hear that.

“What happened?”

“Bucky changed so much since he broke up with you. He misses you so much y/n.” Steve said, and you couldn’t believe what you had just heard.

“He thinks he shouldn’t be an Avenger and that he is not good enough after everything HYDRA did to him.”

“That’s not true.”

“I know, but he doesn’t know that anymore. When Bucky was with you, he was so happy. He hasn’t been this happy since the 40s. I think you’re the only person who could make him stay. You need to come here.”

“Steve, I still love him.” You confessed.

“I know, that’s why I called you.”

“I’m coming to the compound, please try to make him stay until I’m there.”

“Drive safe.” Steve said before you hung up. While you drove, you didn’t care about the speed limits, you just needed to get to Bucky as quickly as possible. When the compound was to see, you saw Bucky getting on his bike and Steve standing next to him. You opened the door of your car and walked over to Bucky. He turned around when he heard you.

“Doll, what are you doing here?” Hearing that pet name after so long made your heartbeat faster.

“Bucky please don’t go. I…I still love you and I miss you so much.” You walked closer to him and noticed Steve turning around and walking back into the compound.

“Doll, I love you too, but I don’t want you to get hurt for going out with me.” Bucky said and stood up from his bike.

“Oh, Buck. That’s what you are worried about?” You said and he nodded.

“I don’t care that anything could happen to me, and do you want to know why?” You asked and Bucky nodded again.

“Because I know that you will keep me safe no matter what. You and the other Avengers. And maybe you and the others could train me, so I could keep myself safe until you are there to safe me.” You said and placed your hand on his cheek.

“Doll, I …I don’t know what to say.”

“Let’s try it again and give our love another chance.” You said and Bucky smiled a little but was still worried. There was silence between the two of you until Bucky finally decided what to say.

“Okay, doll. Let’s give our love another chance.” When he said that a tear escaped your eyes, he pulled it away with his thumb and pressed a soft kiss to the spot where your tear was.

“But later we have to talk about why you wanted to leave the Avengers, okay?” Bucky nodded and you took his hand.

“But for now, let’s go in first, before one of us catches a cold.”

“You’re talking about yourself, right?” Bucky asked with a chuckle.

“I’m the only one who can catch a cold here or has something changed Mr. Super Soldier?” You joked and Bucky chuckled. This is what you missed. Hearing Bucky laugh and seeing his beautiful smile. You and Bucky walked inside holding hands. You went straight to his room, and he opened the door for you. After opening the door, he turned around and looked at you. You smiled at him, and he finally kissed you. After you pulled away, you both smiled at each other.

“Can we cuddle?” Bucky asked and you nodded with a big smile on your face. You went to bed and laid down. When you felt Bucky’s arm wrap around you, you finally felt like you weren’t alone anymore.

“I missed you so much, doll.” Bucky said and pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“I missed you too.” You smiled and were so happy to have Bucky back. You decided to have a talk with him later about why he wanted to leave the Avengers. And that you want to do everything you had planned the day he broke up with you. You want Bucky to feel loved and be there for him when he feels like he doesn’t belong here.

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- chris sturniolo x female reader

- summery : halloween night

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sof had grown close to matt and nick over the past year, becoming part of their tight-knit circle, but when it came to spooky season, it was all new territory. the boys were big on horror movies, creepy stories, and, of course, pranks, especially around halloween. chris, on the other hand, had never been a huge fan of paranormal stuff—it always freaked him out more than he let on. sof found this both endearing and surprising, given how confident and chill he usually was.

they were all sprawled out on the couch and floor in the living room. the lights were off, except for a couple of flickering candles on the coffee table that cast long, eerie shadows across the room. a classic horror movie was playing on the screen, and the suspenseful music filled the space. sof sat next to chris, who had his arm loosely draped around her shoulders, pulling her close as they watched.

“this part’s coming up… you know, the one with the ghost in the mirror,” matt whispered from his spot on the floor, grinning mischievously.

nick, who was seated next to him, snickered. “oh yeah, this part always gets chris.”

sof glanced at chris and noticed the way his shoulders tensed just slightly. “you good?” she asked softly, leaning into him.

chris gave her a quick smile, trying to play it off. “yeah, i’m fine. it’s just a movie.”

but sof could tell he was a little on edge, and that gave her an idea. she caught matt and nick exchanging a look and quickly realized that they were planning something. they had already talked about it earlier in the day when chris wasn’t around—how they could mess with him a little and use his fear of ghosts to their advantage. sof, always up for a little harmless fun, had agreed to be in on it.

as the movie reached its most suspenseful moment, with the music building and the tension thick in the air, sof gently rested her hand on chris’s leg. “you sure you’re not scared?” she teased, her voice soft but playful.

chris glanced at her, his smile widening a little. “i’m not scared,” he insisted, though his eyes were glued to the screen, clearly anticipating something. “just… staying alert.”

sof held back a laugh, knowing what was about to happen.

right as the ghost appeared on screen, matt let out a loud bang by knocking on the wall behind them. at the same time, nick flicked the lights off completely, plunging the room into darkness. chris jumped, his grip on sof tightening as he let out a startled yelp. “what the hell—” he started, his voice higher than usual.

sof bit her lip, trying not to laugh as chris looked around, confused and clearly spooked.

“did you see that?” matt whispered from the floor, his voice low and eerie. “i swear i saw something move in the hallway.”

nick played along perfectly, his eyes wide in fake panic. “dude, don’t joke about that! what if it’s real?”

chris’s eyes darted toward the dark hallway, and for a second, sof could see the uncertainty in his expression. he was usually the calm one, but in this moment, he looked genuinely freaked out.

sof couldn’t help herself—she leaned into him and whispered, “maybe it’s a ghost…”

“sof, don’t,” chris said quickly, his voice tight. “you know i hate that stuff.”

she grinned, resting her head on his shoulder. “i’m just teasing.”

just then, matt jumped up from the floor, letting out a loud, exaggerated scream as he pretended to see something behind the couch. “holy crap, what is that?!” he shouted, pointing toward the hallway.

chris nearly jumped off the couch, his heart racing as he looked over his shoulder, fully expecting to see something. “guys, stop messing with me,” he said, his voice a mix of nervous laughter and actual fear.

sof burst into laughter, unable to keep it together anymore. “okay, okay, we were messing with you!”

matt and nick collapsed into fits of laughter as well, high-fiving each other. “dude, your face was priceless!” nick gasped between laughs.

chris sat back on the couch, shaking his head, though there was a small smile on his face now. “you guys suck,” he muttered, his heart still racing from the scare.

sof, still laughing, leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “you know we’re just messing with you because we love you, right?”

chris looked down at her, his expression softening. “yeah, yeah, i know,” he said, though he still looked a little annoyed. “but i swear, you’re lucky you’re cute, because i was about to bolt out of here.”

sof giggled, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “i’ll make it up to you later,” she whispered, her voice teasing but sincere.

chris sighed, his arm wrapping around her again as he relaxed a little. “you better,” he muttered, though there was a hint of a smile playing at his lips now.

“we’ll watch something less scary next time,” sof promised, still grinning as she nestled into his side.

matt and nick eventually calmed down, still chuckling to themselves as they started another, less intense movie. the rest of the night was more relaxed, with sof and chris cuddled up on the couch, his earlier nerves fading away.

as the credits rolled on the final movie of the night, the boys started gathering up blankets and snacks to head to their rooms. chris leaned over to sof, his voice low. “i’m still mad at you, you know.”

sof raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “really? still?”

“a little,” chris admitted, though he was clearly teasing now.

sof leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “then maybe i’ll have to find a way to make it up to you tonight.”

chris’s eyes flickered with amusement and something else as he glanced down at her. “yeah, maybe you should.”

with a smile, sof kissed him softly on the lips, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. halloween might have been about spooky scares, but the night had ended on a much sweeter, more intimate note—one that left chris feeling more than happy to forgive her for the prank.

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Oh boy, it’s that time again

(Haven’t done it much here but when a big piece of media comes out, you usually get a hyperfixated ramble post right after I finish it and a deep dive a day later. This is the deep dive lol)

Warnings: discussion of abuse and neglect, solitary confinement, and ptsd/childhood trauma. And ofc spoilers for WOTFI 2024 and just smg4 in general

Oh yeah and since I’m tagging this as selfship, the selfship stuff is at the bottom of yall want to just skip to that lol

I think I need to preface this by saying I still loved literally all of the WOTFI besides the ending. The song was freaking awesome (I’ll get into that later), the challenges were perfect, the clown designs for the main cast were amazing, etc. I’m just trying to get the negativity out first lol

But yeah ok, gotta get the elephant in the room out of the way first: what the trio chose to do with Puzzles was absolutely awful.

I was mostly shocked that Meggy seemed just totally ok with it considering SHE JUST SAW FIRSTHAND HOW ABUSED PUZZLES WAS??? She literally met his child self and saw how weary he was, how he flinched away from her touch like those are clear signs of abuse and it seems like Meggy should’ve known that

So why the frick didn’t she object? Mario is always doing stupid crap so that makes sense, but you would think Meggy or even SMG4 would do something???

But why is it abuse, you ask? Well, Puzzles has one major issue, and that’s that he has no friends. And then Meggy became friends with his child self, therefore logically setting him on the path to redemption. But obviously Puzzles has done some awful crap and should’ve been punished in some way, maybe something like having to stay exclusively in the showgrounds for a while until he shows improvement, with the gang there to support him (just came up with that off the top of my head lol). But you know what they decided was the best possible punishment for this man? Solitary freaking confinement. The punishment notorious for literally causing prisoners to go insane due to lack of interaction. And you just had to give that specific punishment to a man WHO LOST HIS FREAKING MIND AS A CHILD DUE TO LACK OF INTERACTION?? DO YALL SEE THE PROBLEM WITH THIS???

I’m not even mad that they did that, obviously it’s wrong but these are fictional characters making that decision, and characters can be misguided. You can have characters that literally violate everything on a basic dni list or something, characters can be evil. My issue is when it is glorified or romanticized. And that’s pretty much exactly what they’re doing here

Another line that came out of Meggy’s mouth that really hurt me was when she said that maybe he’d get better in there, stop being so obsessed with ratings…. is she stupid? The whole reason why this all started is because Puzzles was an abused child with no friends who basically hyperfixated on wanting to fulfill his dream of running a park (and later tv production as well) but was shut down by his father and isolated himself with a tv all day. Meggy had just managed to heal his inner child and see the good in him. And then they act like finally giving him what he needs to heal and then VIOLENTLY RIPPING IT AWAY FROM HIM AND LOCKING HIM IN A ROOM (MIGHT I ADD, LIKE HE DID AS A CHILD DUE TO TRUAMA, THERE IS NO WAY THIS ISNT BRINGING UP SOME GENUINE PTSD FROM HIM) IS GOING TO JUST MAGICALLY FIX HIM??? NO! AND THERE IS ZERO INDICATION IN THE MOVIE, NOT EVEN A HINT, THAT THE TRIO MIGHT BE IN THE WRONG.

I’m sorry, but this is abuse and also extreme neglect of what Puzzles needed to change.

And also, Puzzles being a villain doesn’t make any of this ok. Didn’t we already learn that with SMG3?? Villains that have clear issues like this can be reformed over time, it just takes work. But no, apparently they’re not gonna do that

Genuinely speaking: if they wanted betrayal via Mario, they should’ve had him just straight up kill Puzzles or something right then and there. Or keep the original story but have the others seem horrified of what Mario did.

Also that scene really should’ve been given more time to breathe, I know this is the haha funny Mario spaghetti show but that doesn’t excuse going from villain being likely reformed to villain being arrested and the park exploding in a matter of 5 god dang seconds. Sure that would’ve been funny if this was some random side character or minor reoccurring villain, but this was literally the man behind 3-4 arcs and the star of 2 more, and a clear fan favorite character. Even if he wasn’t gonna die, they should’ve treated it like Axol or One Shot Wren, where both the audience and characters are given time to mourn and see what was happening, see character reactions, all of that. Even a stupid line from a couple of the police officers would’ve worked perfectly. Just time to process what the frick just happened.

My only other issue besides, well, all that lmao, is that the actual movie was just nothing like the trailer, like there were scenes exclusively in the trailer and that felt really weird to me

Ok, negativity out of the way now :D

The song!!! I was kinda hoping for a rap but yeah this fit way better lol, haven’t seen anybody talk about it but the puzzles design with just the head and hands is freaking epic omgggg

Also I loved how the parts sung by the trio are kinda more akin to children’s movie songs (describing exactly what’s happening on screen, the sad “I know there’s good in you” part, etc) and then Puzzle’s parts are just hahaha I’m gonna freaking turn your corpses into gushing mounds of blood-

Also GGRRRR I WANT TO DRAW THE CLOWN DESIGNS SO BADDDD!!! THEYRE SO DANG COOL!!!

And also UGHHH THE MERCHHH I WANT IT SO BAD BUT IM B R O K E 😭

The challenges were also really fitting, didn’t see any users I recognized but those that got in were perfect

And no SMG34 fuel sadly :(, eh can’t always get the gay old men lol, maybe next time

And yeah this is my selfship blog so gotta let a few of the demons out:

THE FREAKING FACE HE MADE BEFORE ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE!! IGNORING WHAT HAPPEN AFTER HE WAS SO GOD DANG CUTE AND I JUST WANTED TO HUG HIM AND CUDDLE HIM GRGGRGRGR HES SO DANG SILLY-

Anddd that’s about it! This post will probably get like, 2 notes but who tf cares!! I just needed to ramble a lot lol

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bruises

summary: frank accidentally bruises you after a rough night. you try to hide it from him, but he eventually finds them.

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: mentions/flashbacks of rough sex, bruising, comfort, making love

word count: 1.1k

18+ only, minors DNI

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“Fuck,” you mumble, looking in the mirrors. Dark little marks litter your skin over your hip bones. You bring your own fingers down to match the pattern, each finger falling over each bruise perfectly. You wince at the discomfort.

“That’s it, gimme one more sweet girl,” he panted from behind you, hips pistoning to meet your ass, his cock hammering against your cervix, hitting the sweet spot that only Frank could.

“O-oh fuck, baby, please,” you whined out, fists balling in the pillow under your head, tight pussy clamping around his thick cock. His fingers dug in tight around your hips, slamming you back onto him. He could feel you were so close.

“Sweetheart, you in here?” His voice calls out from the front door – you could deduce from his phrase that he had been calling for you, and you had been too stuck in the flashbacks of last night to hear him.

“Yeah, yeah – I’ll be right out!” Pulling your leggings back into place from where they were around your thighs, you let your shirt fall down and walk to the main room.

Immediately, his gaze softens when he sees you – his girl. You walk up to him and he wraps his arm around your lower back, pulling you in closer for a kiss. “Missed you all day today,” he mumbles, placing a kiss on your forehead before walking over to the kitchen. “Brought home your favorite.”

He sets a bag of takeout down on the counter, the label showing that it was from your favorite Vietnamese restaurant. You instantly light up, realizing how hungry you were after not eating all day.

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It’s about 11:30 at night now, some random action movie playing on the wide screen TV, illuminating your faces in the dark. Any interest in the movie had slowly dwindled as Frank became more interested in you rather than whatever was playing – hand moving from around your shoulder to your thigh, kisses moving from your head and cheek to your neck and shoulder. Hand starting to wander.

You managed to elude him when you took a shower, not wanting him to see the bruises he left. You knew he’d freak out if he saw them, and you knew that he didn’t mean to leave them, and that they came from something good. But you didn’t need him worrying over you any more than he already did.

“Cmon,” you laughed, pausing the movie to see that you only had about 20 minutes left of it and then playing it again. “Let’s at least finish the movie, we’re so close to the end.”

His lips traveled from your jawline to your collarbone, his hand creeping up your shirt. “Mm, but I haven’t seen you all day.”

You knew you couldn’t ever deny this man, wanting him just as much as he wanted you. It was just fun sometimes to see how long you could go before giving in.

Shifting to turn to him, your lips met his and it quickly became passionate. His fingers squeezed at your hardened nipples, rolling it in between his thumb and index finger, making you let out a whimper. He could see your hips shifting, ever so slightly moving back and forth, trying to get some friction. “C’mere,” he adjusted how he was sitting on the couch and nudged at you to climb onto his lap.

Straddling his waist, you continued to kiss him, now grinding against his hardened cock through his sweatpants. You started to get more needy, hips rolling faster and more and more whimpers and whines coming from you. “Need you,” you breathed out, feeling his hands squeeze at your ass and run up and down your back, lightly leaving scratches on your back.

“I got you, sweetheart.” He shifted his pants down, just enough for his cock to spring out. You went to move, to take your shorts and panties off, but a harsh slap landed on your ass instead, making you yelp. “No time for all that.”

Pulling your clothing to the side, he lined himself up and brought you down to sink on his cock. Your eyes fluttered shut, the initial feeling of him entering you always feeling so euphoric. His head fell back onto the couch, feeling your warm heat surround him.

You began to move, feeling impatient and needing to cum quick after he had worked you up for so long. Raising your hips and dropping back down as fast as you could, you began to find a rhythm, one hand planted firmly on his shoulder and the other on the couch next to his head. He brought his hands to your hips, gripping them harshly to keep his composure while you fucked yourself on him, and you let out a pained whimper.

Immediately, he knew something was wrong. “What’s wrong?”

You slowed your movements when he had squeezed directly onto your sore bruises, but you tried to play it off. “Nothing baby,” you leaned down to kiss him, grinding to feel his cock brush over your sweet spot. You figured he had forgotten about it and moved on with your distractions, so you raised back up to continue riding him. But he purposely squeezed his hands ever so slightly again, and he could feel you clamp down on him. He could see the tiny microexpression on your face of pain, and he stopped your motions.

“I know when something’s wrong, don’t lie to me,” he lifted your shirt up by a couple of inches.

“No, I promise it’s fine-” you cut yourself off when he pushed the waistband of your shorts down and saw the many bruises lined around your hips. “It’s fine, I promise, they don’t hurt-”

“Baby why didn’t you tell me you were hurting, where did these come from?”

You groaned, your head falling back and your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. You knew it was nothing to be embarrassed about, but you just wished he’d move on. “They’re…from last night. It was just a little rough.”

He stared at the bruises for a while, his thumb smoothing against them gently as to not put any further pressure on them. “I’m so sorry sweetheart, I didn’t realize-”

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t. I’m not complaining. They’ll go away, it’s just…a little sore for now,” you smiled down at him, trying to comfort him.

“We can take a break, if I had known you were all bruised up I wouldn’t have started anything tonight, we don’t have to finish-” you leaned down and kissed him, effectively shutting him up from his rambling.

“Frank, baby, I told you it’s okay. Maybe just…we can be a little more gentle tonight? As much as I love it rough, maybe just give it a few days for the bruises to heal. I still want to be able to walk tomorrow, too,” you chuckled. He nodded his head, finally accepting that you were okay.

For the rest of the night, he laid you down on your bed and it was nothing but gentle touches, sweet kisses, and slow, sensual movements until you both fell asleep.