#I swear I started typing this out shortly after you asked it

[patscorner]

write a Paige fic with them being rivals on the court but secret lovers off the court please and thank you patty🫶

yes ma'am 🫡

Always and Forever

Summary: You and Paige hate each other, or that's what you have everyone else thinking.

wc: 1,780

Contains: swearing, two kisses, just fluff

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For as long as you could remember, you loved basketball. You don't know when it started, but you knew that it was gonna be your future career. You joined your first team in 5th grade, and quickly became MVP, making progress faster than you could blink.

There was another girl in your class, and for whatever reason, she hated you. She also happened to be on the same basketball team. She made it known she didn't like you, because the first day of tryouts, she shoved you for no reason. Her hatred for you didn't stop there though, she refused to pass the ball to you, even if it meant costing your team a game, or taking unnecessary risks.

Nobody knew why she disliked you, but that animosity only grew as you both did. But there wasn't anything you could do, you both loved basketball, and you weren't gonna stop playing because some kid didn't like you.

But what you didn't know is that she felt the exact opposite. She was so painfully in love with you and so deep in the closet that she didn't know what to do with these feelings. Her only solution was to make you hate her.

Another thing you didn't know is that you felt the exact same way. If an outsider were to look at you two, you'd think it was one of the most intense long lasting rivalries of all time. But you two were head over heels for each other.

You only found out your junior year in high school, because the teachers and coaches were tired of you both bickering. They put you two in a room and told you to figure your shit out. Obviously, it started in a screaming match, but eventually you both grew tired of arguing, and a different type of tension filled the room.

You both start to have an actual conversation, without the arguing and fighting. Of course, there were small jabs at each other, you both still weren't friends, but by the end of the day, you weren’t enemies. Nobody knew that you were gay, so the only solution in your eyes was to pretend to hate each other.

Eventually, she admitted her feelings for you, and you didn't say you liked her back, but instead answered with a kiss. You started dating shortly after, and decided to keep your relationship on the down low. You both know it's for the best, as not everyone was open to the idea of you being gay, including your parents, so you both continued pretending to hate each other.

Even if everybody else thought you couldn’t stand each other, you were so head over heels for the kid who hated you for all of elementary and middle school.

Little did you know that kid would end up being the Paige Bueckers.

“So how does it feel being matched up against Paige Bueckers? I know that you guys have a long history.” the reporter asks, her smile matching yours. Oh, you have history. She's been your girlfriend for about five years now, but the media didn't know.

You and her were never super far from each other, since she got accepted to Uconn, and you got a scholarship to CCSU. The colleges were only thirty-five minutes away from each other, so that made seeing each other much easier.

“Yeah, it's gonna be tough, she's a good basketball player, y’know, great defense, amazing three-pointers.” You smile at the camera. “I'm excited, I can't wait to absolutely destroy her. I've done it before, and I'll do it again, no problem.”

The reporter chuckles at your words. “Big talk, can't wait to see the match up. Anything last words for Paige?” You can't help but smile at the reporter’s egging you on.

“Yeah, give me your worst, Bueckers. I'm coming for you, baby.” You say with a wink, before thanking the reporter, and walking away. You can't help but shake your head at the ridiculousness of your empty words. Everyone but Paige thought you were being serious, and to an extent you were, you had a bet with her that you'd score more than twenty points this game, but the rest was bullshit.

Of course, Paige saw the interview, laughing at your ‘seriousness’. So when it was her turn to be interviewed, she had to say something back.

“I mean, it'll be a fun game. Can't wait to see the big game that CCSU’s ‘top player’ was yapping about.” She throws up hand quotations and tilts her head mockingly as she speaks. “I'm excited to bring her hell and knock her off that tall ass high horse she's sat herself on.”

The reporter is eating up every word coming out of Paige’s mouth.

“Lots of trash talk from both ends, it seems the feud continues?” Paige nods and smiles. “Always and forever.” She winks at the camera as she speaks.

Always and forever.

The words Paige made you repeat back to her when she gave you the promise ring that you had safety-pinned to your jersey at all times. When you first put it there, it sent the media into a spiral, rumors spreading like wildfires. When interviewers finally asked you about it, you said there was someone, but the rumors about who were all incorrect.

Nobody would've guessed Paige, and you both made sure to keep it that way.

The game was just as tough as you imagined it would be. With 4 seconds left in the fourth quarter, the score was tied, 89-89. It was the Huskies ball, and they had one chance to win.

Nika passes the ball to Aubrey from out-of-bounds, starting the shot clock. Aubrey sneaks past defense, and attempts to pass into Paige. But, Aubrey's defender blocks the shot with her fingers, sending the ball flying into your hands.

You react quickly, sprinting back towards the basket, watching as the shot clock hits one second. You're only half-court, but you don't have enough time to get any closer, so you take the risk and let the ball fly.

Just as the ball leaves your hands, the buzzer goes off, and the stadium goes silent as the ball soars through the air. You freeze as you watch the ball fall through the net, the crowd erupting into screams. Your shot went in, making the final score 92-89.

You're immediately surrounded by your teammates, who are chest bumping you, and dapping you up. This moment is something you never want to end, but there's something missing. This moment won't be the same without one thing.

You manage to wiggle free from your extremely hyped up teammates, ignoring your name being called as you make your way to the Uconn bench. You try to ignore the eyes on you, as you find the only person you want to ever have to look for.

When you spot the back of her head, you quickly make your way to her before your confidence runs out. You pull her sleeve, and her eyebrows furrow as she makes eye contact with you.

“What-” She starts, but you cut her off.

“I'm going to kiss you now.” You say, but you don't move. You want to make sure this is what she wants, but as the smile grows on her face, her compliance becomes clear.

“Okay.” she nods as her face turns a bright pink.

You grin as you pull her into a searing kiss, her hands finding your waist as she reciprocates your passion. You hear the gasps around you, which only makes you smile more. When you feel Paige grin against your mouth, you wrap your arms around her neck.

She pulls away, laughing as your whine. Even though there's thousands of people in the room, she only cares about you. “Guess they know now.” she chuckles.

“Paige Madison Bueckers! What the fuck?!” KK screams, causing Paige to roll her eyes and look over her shoulder. “Can I help you?” She deadpans. “I'm a little busy right now.”

KK’s jaw drops even more from the audacity. "I can see that, I better be filled in after."

Paige looks back at you and smiles. “Yeah, later. Now, do you mind?”

“Oh, by all means, continue making out with your arch-nemesis. Don't let me, the six giant cameras, or the sold-out arena stop you.”

You laugh at this, kissing Paige’s cheek before pulling away. You look at your team, and around the stadium, and everyone's sharing the same expression, jaws dropped, eyes wide, and frozen in shock. You look up, and see yourself on the big screen.

Paige smiles down at you, her arm still wrapped around your waist. “I can't believe you did that. You're fucking crazy.”

You shrug and smile. “You love it.”

She kisses the top of your head. “Damn right.”

After the excitement of the kiss calmed down, the same reporter from earlier asked to interview both of you, to which you of course said yes.

“So what is your guys’ relationship status?” She asked, pointing the mic in your direction. You smile widely before answering. “Paige is my girlfriend, and she has been for five, almost six years.”

The reporter shakes her head in shock. “What made you guys choose to keep it a secret and cover it up with a seemingly harsh feud?” This time, she hands the mic to Paige, who shakes her head.

“Well, it started out real. Like I could not stand her, ever since we were on the same basketball team in fifth grade. But eventually, I started to like her, then I started to love her. Turns out she liked me too, so in high school we started to date.” She finished with a shrug.

“Oh wow, I mean this is a shock to everyone. You both played it off very well. What were some of the hardest moments?” You nod as the reporter speaks.

“Probably pretending to not care, especially if one of us has a rough loss or a great win. It was hard not to comfort or celebrate publicly.” You say.

“So everything after junior year in high school was fake? The rivalry, I mean.”

You smile. “Yeah, it was all for the cameras.” Paige’s eyes light up as she looks down at you. The camera picked up on the sparkle in her eyes as she looked at you with nothing but love.

Her hands squeeze your waist as the interview ends, and you both walk away. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you've never felt happier.

You knew that whether the world knew or not, it was gonna be you and her.

Always and forever.

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[goldenstring6123]

Zayne's thoughts: getting involved in gossip

Author's notes: Zayne's the type of guy to shut down rumors pretty quickly when you're involved.

Zayne instinctively steers away from negative gossip. Even as a prodigy, he was never once subjected to derogatory peer criticism.

He doesn't like being in the negative light as well. And as much as he understands the social culture of gossip, he doesn't care much for it—instead, gossip always comes to him through the nurses or other doctors, mainly from Yvonne or Dr. Grayson.

Shortly after establishing your relationship, some things obviously began to change.

Zayne's mannerisms at work remain the same, but he glances at his phone more often.

Other people had grown interested in the fact that they could see him smiling while looking at his phone. They'd also hear a quick and weak "Ding" from his device, which was new, considering he usually has his phone on vibrate mode.

His skipped lunches have also been reduced significantly; he occasionally is spotted in the hospital cafeteria, buying himself a light lunch or a healthy meal. He doesn't really sit with other workers, though. Turns out, he'd much rather eat alone in his office, and while he's at it, he likes to chat with you, knowing how little free time he has between work shifts.

Dr. Grayson, in particular, was very intrigued by the sudden change in his demeanor, knowing Zayne was one of the few people who was very, very disciplined. Zayne's change in habits didn't negatively impact the work environment. Still, being the curious fool that he (Dr. Grayson) is, whenever the opportunity arises, he'll sneak a glance at Zayne fiddling with his phone and chatting with that particular person.

It took no less than three days for gossip to spread. People began talking about who this particular person is: a small portion of the rumors say it's that other female prodigy doctor who started working recently, but most of the rumors say it was you because, according to Yvonne:

Childhood friends simply don't platonically hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek and the lips in the middle of the parking lot. and;

Zayne has no personal connection to a girl other than you.

Needless to say, you were also subject to the rumors, Which is why the nurses always sneak a glance your way whenever they come across you, yet none dare talk to you about the rumors.

It didn't take long to reach the chief surgeon's ears, and he did not need to lift a finger to know who was behind the rumor.

Zayne gave his poor colleague, Dr. Grayson, a piece of his mind.

"I don't appreciate my affairs being talked about. If you have anything you're curious about, you can ask me directly, Dr. Grayson." And although it was for a very brief conversation, Grayson swears he could feel the room literally going cold.

In less than a week, people have stopped talking and diverted their attention elsewhere— out of the safety of their lives...or the safety of Dr. Grayson.

Author footnotes: If anyone has come close to feeling zayne's wrath, its not you— it's Dr. Grayson. Also, I'm not liking this layout, I might change it soon

Layout by me, using canva premium | Do not repost | Dividers by cafekitsune

[peterman-spideyparker]

Two Round Apples (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! This is a very horny fic. Not much thought or plot, but a lot of steamy thots. Enjoy :)

Summary: You try to do a good deed for your closest friend, but it backfires . . . and you accidentally see Matt naked. And his butt. It's awkward, but the thing about the both of you is that you both value fairness.

Warnings: Fluff, friendship, regular Nelson and Murdock shenaniganery, swearing, smut (oral - m! and f! receiving, fingering, p in v protected sex, dirty talk, Matt being a little cocky in bed)

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson and Karen Page

Word Count: 4,053

“And Matt’s at that client meeting, so he’s gonna swing back by his place before he comes in to grab some files he was working on last night,” Foggy says over the phone as you cross the street.

“Which files did he take to work on last night?” you ask, looking down at your watch.

“The Kenadie case, the Wayne file, and I think the Slavo, Riley, and Samuels case, too.”

“Wow, no rest for the wicked, huh?”

“You know our Matty Boy—he never takes a break. Ever.”

“Well, I should be in shortly,” you say, taking a left toward Matt’s building instead of a right toward the office. “A lot of foot traffic.”

“No taxi for you?”

“Gotta get my steps in, Fog. Besides, it’s a really nice day out. I’ll see you soon.”

“See ya.”

Hanging up, you slide your phone in your pocket and open the door to the lobby of Matt’s apartment, moving up the stairs before you reach the top floor, sorting through your keys before you find your spare for his door. It’ll be a nice surprise that he doesn’t have to go back and get them. You mean, you were literally right here anyways—sure, it’d be an unnecessary extra mile for an employee, but not for his friend he’s known since undergrad that just so happens to work at his law firm. At this point, it’s just something you’d do for him.

“Let’s see,” you hum as you close the door, looking at the table in the small entryway to see if they’re there before you move into his living room to search the coffee table. As you look and straighten things out, you hear a rustling from his bedroom, your head snapping in the direction of the sound. To your surprise, you watch Matt shuffle out of his room, naked as the day he was born, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with the heel of his hand. You yelp in shock and surprise, dropping the files and turning around as you cover your eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—I didn’t know you—!” you start, desperately trying to backpedal and lessen the embarrassment you're feeling.

“You’re okay, really, I—,” he starts, sounding just as frazzled as you are.

“Foggy mentioned you had a meeting and left some files—!”

“Oh, that’s nice of you, but—.”

“I-I’m gonna go,” you say, covering your eyes as you turn back around to try and find your keys you dropped on the ground. As you search around for the keys, you catch a glance of Matt’s ass as he’s turned around, his hands reached around to his front to cover himself. You stop in your tracks, letting your eyes linger on his strong muscular thighs and his perfectly round asscheeks. The perfectly round asscheeks that you could bounce a quarter off of.

The perfectly round asscheeks of one of your best friends. 

Swallowing hard, you regain your focus and pick up your keys, standing straight and scurrying out of the living room and rushing out of his building. You navigate the sidewalks as fast as lightning and get to the office in record time, immediately sitting down at your desk and throwing yourself into the work at hand.

“I don’t understand how it’s possible, but you look white as a ghost and totally flushed at the same time,” Karen says after about fifteen minutes.

“Hm? I’m okay,” you lie, as you type at your computer.

“Do you need coffee or something? You just don’t seem like yourself.”

“Slept funny—bad.”

“I’ll get a fresh pot of coffee brewing.”

As Karen gets up, the door to the office swings open and Matt enters, his cheeks bright red as he avoids turning in your direction. Foggy starts to head out of his office to ask Matt a question, his mouth opening but quickly closing it when he catches Matt’s demeanor. 

“What’s up with him?” he asks, turning toward Karen with furrowed brows.

“Maybe the client meeting didn’t go as planned?” she suggests.

“Maybe,” he sighs. “Nothing coffee can’t fix. Karen, sit down. It’s my turn to be brewmaster.”

“I’ll go get some coffee,” Matt says, all too eagerly leaving his office. “We should all caffeinate, and I mean, we have all day to drink coffee brewed here. My treat.”

“I’ll come with,” Foggy says, falling in step with his partner. “We’ll grab some bagels, too. Maybe they’ll even have muffins.”

Your eyes follow them as they slip outside of the main lobby, and as soon as the door clicks shut, Karen turns around to you.

“Okay, what’s going on?” she breathes.

“Kare—,” you start.

“Don’t even try to lie to me. What happened?”

“I saw Matt naked.”

“What?”

“This morning on my way back from taking care of those filings, I went to Matt’s place to pick up some files Foggy said he had left, and I used my spare key because Matt was at a client meeting, but he apparently wasn’t, and he walked out of his bedroom buck-ass naked, and I saw him.”

“Oh my God. Front or back?”

“Both.”

“Oh my God.”

“I mean, the front was brief, but I still saw things, but he turned around and I saw a lot of back.”

“Oh my God,” she repeats.

“And I stared. A lot.”

“Oh my God.”

“I know! I didn’t mean to stare, but, I mean . . . Kare, you’ve seen his ass in slacks. In jeans. Sweats. You know what it’s like to see it bare? It’s even better. Like, so so much better. It’s so firm and round and . . . I broke our friendship.”

“What, no!”

“Kare, I saw him naked. All I’ve been able to think about since is how I saw him naked, and how good he looks naked. You saw how he scurried in this morning and how he quickly he left to go on a coffee run! He wasn’t even in the same space for me for a full minute before he found an excuse to bolt! I ruined things!”

“It’s just awkward. I can guarantee, at some point, all super close friends see one another naked for some reason or another.”

“You think Matt has seen Foggy naked?”

“(Y/N), listen! You’re overthinking this!” She places her hands on your shoulders. “This is just a weird hump that you both have to push through. Sooner or later, you’re both gonna move past it and it’ll be fine.”

“You better be right, Kare. You better be right.”

“Staying late?” Foggy sighs, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder.

“Mm,” you confirm. “I was telling Karen when I got back from filing those papers at the courthouse that I didn’t sleep great, and unfortunately the coffee you and Matt so kindly got didn’t give me the boost I hoped for. And I’ve been plugging along all day with my work because I haven’t been able to focus. I just want to get a little more done.”

“Well, don’t over do it—you’re the glue that holds this place together.”

“And you’re the wind beneath my wings, Nelson,” you tease.

“See ya, (Y/N). Have a good night.”

“You, too, Fog.”

“Hey—sweet dreams!”

You give him one final wave as he leaves the office. When the door clicks shut, you turn your head to look at Matt’s office door. You shouldn’t just leave the events of this morning hanging in the air. It was awkward all day, and if you can nip this in the bud, it’ll be better for the office and your friendship as a whole. You get up, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants before you walk over to Matt’s office. As you raise your hand to knock on the door, it swings open on the hinges and Matt starts to walk out, basically knocking you over.

“I’m so sorry,” you both start to say, his hands resting on the small of your back to keep you upright.

“Matt, listen,” you start. “About this morning—.”

“Please, let me go first,” he breathes.

“No, please,” you counter. “Please let me go first.” 

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry about this morning. I didn’t mean to interrupt you like that—.”

“You didn’t interrupt anything, I promise.” Matt dips his head slightly and flashes you a small smile to apologize for interrupting. “Foggy was covering for me—I haven’t been sleeping well the last few nights.” He sucks in a little breath, making his chest stick out a bit and decreasing the space between your bodies. “I also don’t usually sleep naked.”

Your cheeks burn hot as your mind trails back to seeing him bare this morning, imagining how glorious he must look in his bed, the sheets crinkled and pushed so far down on his hips that just his privates are covered, how beautiful his exposed, muscular thigh must look as he lounges on the mattress. “I was just too tired for pajamas last night.”

“Do you also sleep fight? You looked like you had bruises and scars all over you. Not that I was looking. 

“Restless sleeper,” he smirks. You swear the space between your bodies disappears even more as his voice drops an octave lower; there’s no need for him to do that with you being the only two in the office, barely any space between the two of you, but it does so many things just right. “And you don’t need to be bashful that you looked. I didn’t mind at all.”

Is this man trying to give you a heart attack?

“I was thinking . . .” you start, your heart pounding out of your chest. “It’s only fair that you see mine since I saw yours.”

Matt’s tongue pokes out to wet hips perfectly pouty lips. “I’d have to touch you to see it, sweetheart.”

“I know.”

You both swallow heard, and as he starts to move in for a kiss, you dip your head and pull back slightly.

“Not here,” you breathe. “Let’s go back to your place.”

Matt gently closes the door to his apartment behind him as you gently walk through the space, bringing yourself to the same spot where you stood this morning. He folds up his cane and puts it with his glasses by the door before walking toward you slowly—not terribly slow, but not as his normal pace, either.

“You don’t need to,” he breathes in the little space between you two, his nose practically touching yours as his unfocused eyes move all over your face.

“I know,” you breathe. “But I meant what I said in the office. It’s only fair.”

Grabbing hold of his tie, you gently tug on it to pull him in closer to you, closing the space between your bodies and feeling is soft, pouty lips again yours. If air in your lungs was scarce before, it’s completely gone when your lips connect. His body melts into yours, one hand resting on your hip and the other resting on your ribcage. Matt is the first to pull back, only pulling his lips away enough to officially break the kiss as he rests his forehead on yours. 

“Ah ah ah,” you tut as you feel his fingers start to pull at the hem of your shirt. “You were already naked when I got here this morning. Give me a little room.”

Matt’s face looks completely blown with lust, but he slowly nods, moving his hands from your body. With a shaky breath, you pull off your shirt and drop it to your right before you undo the clasp and zipper on your pants, looping your fingers in the elastic of your underwear to get them both down in one fell swoop, fabric pooling at your ankles. Matt’s face flushes, and his tongue slips out between his lips as he gently flexes and wiggles his fingers as he keeps himself from touching your body for the time being. Your eyes start to look up and down the length of his body before you reach around your back and unclasp your bra, feeling it go limp before you push the straps down your arms and let it fall. As it falls down, you notice it hit against a growing erection in his pants that looks increasingly uncomfortable. 

“You can touch me whenever and wherever you want,” you breathe. 

“Mmm,” he hums, his lids hooded with desire. His fingers start to graze over the back of your hands before gently tracing up your arms, making goosebumps dance all over your skin. Once his fingertips hit your elbow, he tilts his wrists so his hands start to glide up and over your skin. As they reach your shoulders, Matt gently glides them up, his hand cradling your neck while his other hand tucks hair behind your ear. “Is this okay?”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter, your heart racing a million miles an hour.

His eyebrows gently lift up in delight and care as if he’s listening to your body tick and purr as he nods softly. “If you want me to stop, say the word.”

“Okay,” you breathe before adding with a little smirk, “You can keep going.”

He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight as he smiles. His hands gently glide down from your face and neck, over your collarbone, and down over your breasts, his thumbs grazing over your nipples, causing them to peak. 

“I might get a better image if I feel you some more,” he says, his voice low and gravely with what you can only describe as desire as his hands gently drag along your ribcage and around to your back.

You half-register the “yes” that tumbles from your lips, and you gasp in delight when you feel his lips on your neck, softly pressing kisses down the column of skin, over your breasts, above your pounding heart, and eventually around one of your pert nipples. He gently sucks at it with each kiss before moving to the other one and doing the same exact thing again.

“Matt,” you breathe, your hands slipping into his soft hair, your fingernails scratching at his scalp. He hums into your skin, moving off of your breast and spreading kisses all over your stomach before he is on his knees in front of you. As his embraces spread across your pelvic bone and grow closer to the dripping heat between your legs. Matt’s hands slide down your back further before they’re gently resting over the curve of your ass. You gasp, a small moan falling from your throat as you tilt your head back in delight as he starts to kiss and lick at your dripping pussy. “Oh m—. . . fuck, Matt.”

He just hums, continuing his work diligently and deliberately as you get pulled closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of your pleasure. As you approach, Matt pulls his lips from the apex between your legs, kissing down your thighs and legs before moving back up, carefully moving his kisses around to your back and kissing the skin he neglected. Matt kisses up your spine as he straightens his legs to stand, one of his hands staying at your hips and between your legs, carefully playing with you as his lips and other hand continue to explore your body. A tingle shoots down your spine as his lips press kisses into your shoulder, his fingers brushing your hair aside so he can kiss up your neck and behind your ear.

“How good of a look did you really get this morning?” he asks quietly, his voice dropping to an octave that goes right between your legs and would make you do absolutely anything he told you to do.

“I-I tried not to look,” you stutter.

“But you stared at my ass, though.”

“Yes,” you grin.

“Sounds like you could use a better look at the front. You know, all things being fair in this.”

“I’d hate to be unfair.” He chuckles deeply, kissing at the sweet spot behind your ear before moving around to your front. “I think your bedroom as better lighting, though. It’d mimic this morning. Again, all things being equal.”

“Like you said, sweetheart. I’d hate to be unfair.”

You turn into his touch, bringing your lips to his and kissing him deeply as his hands hold you flush against him. Your lips move back and forth, the desire and delight growing more and more that you almost forget your plan to move to his room. He sweeps you up, his strong hands wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you up before he begins to move across his apartment, his lips never leaving your skin. You moan into his mouth when you feel the cool, soft, silky-smoothness of his sheets on your back.

“You want to undress me, or should I do it?” he smirks.

“I’m happy to assist,” you grin, matching his expression. 

He laughs and nods, his fingers working to unbutton his shirt while you make quick work with his belt and pants, wrapping your hand around his sizable erection and pumping, making Matt groan at your touch.

“Lay back, angel,” he husks, pulling his shirt off. “Lay back and take it all in.” You let go and do as he asks, watching him as he steps out of his pants and boxers, pumping himself as he kneels on the bed. “Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you.”

Matt leans down, supporting himself on one hand while he keeps pumping himself, his lips crashing into yours. You cup his face in your hand, doing what you can to intensify the kiss. Your other hand slips into the sweet spot of his back, right above the curve of his ass, his erection gliding right against the slick between your legs. You groan into the embrace as your privates touch in the most delicious of ways, the hand you have on his cheek sliding up to tug on his hair. Matt pulls his lips from yours and kisses your neck and clavicle, marking you up before moving back up to kiss you deeply and repeatedly before pulling back to reach over in his nightstand to grab a condom. Tearing open the foil package, you watch him roll it on his length, making sure the tip has room and it’s secure.

“You ready, sweetheart?” he breathes, one hand cradling the side of your face as he kisses your cheek and neck, the other sliding down your side.

“Yeah,” you breathe.

“Hang on, angel.” With another kiss, he reaches over and pulls down one of his extra pillows at the head of his bed. “Lift your hips for me.” You do as he asks, and he wiggles the pillow under your hips, kissing all the way up your stomach, between your breasts, and back on your lips. “Spread your legs, please.”

Tilting your knees to the side, you expose everything to him, gasping and leaning back into the pillow under your head while he strokes his cock up and down your slit.

“Matt,” you breathe, digging your nails into the soft flesh of his shoulders. “Matty, please.”

He kisses you again, saying so much with the embrace without saying a single word. He nose brushes against yours tenderly before rolling his hips forward and slowly pushing in. You cry out, nuzzling into him as he sinks in inch by inch, stretching you wide and filling you gloriously until he can’t push in any further.

“Tell me when I can move,” Matt kisses into your chest.

“Move,” you beg almost immediately. “Matt, please, move.”

He chuckles softly and smiles, nodding and giving you a kiss as he starts to drag his hips back before starting to push back in. The pace is steady and comfortable, but with each push and pull, you just about lose your mind at the sensation thanks to the pillow under your hips, unable to prevent the moans and whimpers that fall from your mouth. Matt grabs one of your legs and lifts it higher, helping him hit deeper and making you cry out louder.

“Just like that, angel,” he grunts. “Fuck, (Y/N), you feel so good.”

“Matt!” you swallow. “Matt, harder!”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, just like that, please!”

His hips pick up the pace, making the bed squeak and filling his bedroom with the sounds of your slapping skin. Your head lolls back in pure bliss as your chest heaves as you pant in pleasure, blindly grabbing at Matt’s arms for a sense of stability. The moans that he pulls from your throat sound absolutely animalistic and feral as he repeatedly thrusts into you.

“Deeper, please!” you beg. “Matt, please!”

“I know, angel girl,” he grunts. “You feel so fucking nice, I want to make you feel all kinds of good, sweetheart.”

“Kiss me,” you swallow, finally managing to get a good grip on him to pull him down, his lips crashing into yours, his hips only faltering slightly. He moans into your mouth as he resumes his thrusts, his hands gripping your hips tightly in an effort to help in hit deeper. Pulling his lips from yours, he attaches them to your neck, right on your sensitive spot as he nips and sucks to mark you up as his. “Matty, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah?” he taunts. “This dick just too good for you? Can’t hold out for more?”

“Matt!”

“Tell me how good this dick is, angel.”

“Fuck, Matt! Your dick is so good! Best dick I’ve ever had!”

“Shit, (Y/N), you’re so good for me—your pussy is so tight, sweetheart. And it’s all for me.” He trusts deeply. “All.” Thrust. “For.” Thrust. “Me.” Thrust.

His pelvis rubs against you just right with a deep thrust, and you cum around his dick with a body-trembling force, your voice reaching a pitch you didn’t know was possible. Matt’s mouth slots over yours, capturing your cries of pleasure in his mouth, using it as fuel for his own passion.

“Matt,” you whisper in his ear. “Pull out.”

“What?” he huffs in confusion as his hips slow. You muster enough energy to roll your bodies over so he’s flat on his back and you slide off of him. You whine at the emptiness, but you eagerly move over him and pull off his condom, replacing the latex with your mouth and hand. Matt moans out in pure ecstasy, the muscles in his strong thighs clenching in surprise as you play with him and eagerly bob your head.

“Angel, I’m gonna cum,” he breathes. “I’m gonna cum.”

You hum in delight at the thought of your mouth being the thing that pushes him over the edge, the thought of just how big his load is shooting right between your legs and making you want him even more. With a careful squeeze of your hand at his base with his balls, he bucks his hips up, shoving his cock all the way down your throat as he cums. You move your hands and spread them across his hips, working to keep all of Matt down your throat as you swallow his cum, one of his hands cradling the side of your face. When he’s finally done, you slowly slide off of him, gasping for breath when your lips finally release his cock with a soft popping noise. You go back down, wrapping your lips around his head to suck him dry and clean him off before you move your kisses up his body, up along his bellybutton and abs, his chest and clavicle, neck, and finally his lips.

“Mm,” you hum into the embrace, nuzzling your nose against his after you break the kiss.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he murmurs. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“No. Everything was great.”

Matt smiles like an idiot, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you again before rolling the two of you onto your sides, your legs tangling together. 

“I like that you value fairness so highly,” he chuckles softly, his pouty lips kissing under your jaw.

“I like that you were too tired for pajamas last night.”

This time you both laugh before your lips connect again.

“Maybe I’ll make it a habit when you’re around.”

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮…

❀ - 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 , 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 , 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 , 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 , 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 , 𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮

rengoku

• he fell for you about 2 months after meeting you. whether you’re in the demon slayer corps or not, he falls head over heels for you.

• rengoku’s the type of guy to be open about his crush on you. he’s always boasting about you to other people, and this is how you figured out that he had a crush on you.

• after you heard him talking about you to someone, you decide to confront him about his feelings.

• “Of course I like you, y/n! Which is why I’m asking you to be my girlfriend!” he exclaims happily.

• when you accept his offer, he gives you a warm hug and and swears that he’ll do everything in his power to protect you.

tengen

• now we all know that tengen already has 3 wives, but let’s imagine that he’s open for a 4th wife. he didn’t plan to have another, but you changed his mind. let me also mention that he already talked to makio, suma, and hinatsuru about this, and they approve of this.

• tengen fell for you unintentionally. like i said, he already has 3 wives, so why would he need another? (the more the merrier i guess)

• he couldn’t help himself when he saw you for the first time. he thought you were so flashy. with the way you dress, the way your hair was done, how you carried yourself, he thought you were absolutely beautiful.

• after you caught his eye, he came up and sparked a conversation with you, it started along the lines of “Hey, you there! I like how flashy your outfit is!“

• you caught the vibe that he wanted you after you started counting how many times in a day he brought up the idea of having a “4th wife”.

• after he introduced you to his wives, he proposed shortly after. when you accept, him and his wives welcome you into their family with open arms.

sanemi

• oh boy.

• he would honestly ignore all feelings he has, unless you show signs of liking him.

• this is because he thinks of dating as “pointless” and “a waste of time” considering him being a hashira.

• he couldn’t help but realize that he actually liked your company. he enjoyed the times that you’d go out of your way to hang out with him.

• you’d also notice that while he’s very…aggressive and rough with other people, he seemed to be a little more gentle with you. he still had his outbursts and things like that, but you knew that he liked having you around.

• he randomly confessed to you after you guys got in a pointless argument. he didn’t even mean to confess fr but 😍

• “I’m sorry, y/n. I want you to just…be happy with me. I want you to be my girlfriend.” he admits after said argument.

• “Don’t get all mushy on me now…” he’ll say after you accept his offer (yes you might’ve had watery eyes because you didn’t expect this from him, no one would).

obanai

• i don’t see him confessing to his crush unless said crush confesses first.

• which, he doesn’t. until one day he got waaaaayyy too jealous when he caught you conversing with another hashira.

• tbh you weren’t even flirting, and he knew that. he just got so insanely jealous. the way you smiled, your body language being so…welcoming? it made him sick.

• you two usually hung out on a tree, talking and enjoying each other’s company, until tonight.

• he was at your usual hangout spot, but he seemed more standoffish than usual.

• he mentioned how he saw you talking to said hashira from earlier, and how your body language was so open and welcoming. obanai said “You’re never that…way with me. Do you like (enter random hashira here)?”

• you couldn’t help but smile, realizing that obanai caught feelings for you.

• “No, Obanai. I like you. I’m sorry if you think I’m not open with you, I just get nervous sometimes because I have feelings for you.” you responded.

• you could tell that your response made him happy. you two scooted closer together and rested your head on each other’s and looked at the night sky.

• let’s just say, he assumed then that you two were together. if you ever said something like “technically you never asked me out that night” to obanai, he wouldn’t hesitate to say that you’re his.

tanjiro

• tanjiro is such a kind soul, so realizing that he likes you can be a bit difficult.

• you weren’t stupid though

• after a while, you finally caught onto the way he’d blush when talking to you, when he’d brush his hand against yours on purpose when you two walked beside each other, i mean really?

• after having a few talks with zenitsu, inosuke, and nezuko, he decided to finally ask you out.

• it was night time and you two were hanging out on the rooftop at the butterfly estate.

• “Y/n, I have something to tell you. I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a really long time and I…I think it’s the right time now.” he says while turning to face you.

• you sat upright, praying in your mind that he was gonna confess his feelings for you.

• “What is it?” you ask.

• “Y/n, I really like you. More than a friend. I’m hoping that these feelings are mutual because…I want you to be my girlfriend.” he says while getting something out of his pocket.

• what laid in front of you was a bracelet, you can tell he made it, and that caused heat to rush to your face.

• as you hold out your wrist for him to put the bracelet on, you tell him that you like him too, and that you’d love to be his girlfriend.

• “This bracelet, it’s nice. I’ll make sure to cherish it forever.” you say while admiring it.

• just gotta say that i feel like he’d be the best bf ever. lmk if y’all want headcannons for that 😋

zenitsu

• he fell for you the first time he met you. of course, he thought you were gorgeous and he expressed that.

• the problem is that he acted that way with every girl that he saw, so you thought to yourself “Why would I be special to him?”

• what you didn’t know is that he only acted that way towards every girl because he never thought you’d give him an actual chance.

• until one day zenitsu came up to you with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a nervous expression.

• “Zenitsu…how many girls did u give a flower bouquet to today?” you asked, acting uninterested.

• deep down though, you hoped that you were the only girl he’s given flowers to, ever.

• “What do you mean?! You’re the only girl I’ve ever bought flowers for!” he exclaims loudly.

• “…What?” you say, confused.

• zenitsu shoves the flowers in your hand, forcing you to accept them.

• “You have to accept the flowers, but you don’t have to accept what i’m about to say.” he states.

• “Y/n, please be my girlfriend.” he says while bowing.

• He gets up, waiting for an answer.

• “Why not?” you think to yourself.

• “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend Zenitsu. Thank you for the flowers.” you say as you pull him in for a hug.

• he freezes for a second before hugging back, while blushing intensely.

• forgot to mention that you asked him to promise to not be so…flirty? nervous? yk the way he acts, around other girls.

• he already swore not to, and to your surprise, he kept his promise throughout the whole relationship.

[stayandot8]

The Hoodie Boogie

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: hey! long time, no see! Sorry I've been so MIA, life is kicking my ASS right now. I've been working on the last part of Just One Yesterday and decided it needed an epilogue if I was going to end it the way I wanted so look forward to that if you want to.

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“Hey, can I borrow this?” I picked up the hoodie that I had found on the carpeted floor. “I wanna run out to the store for our movie night and I didn’t get a chance before I came over.”

“We can go together if you want.” Chan wiped his wet hands on his sweats, leaving behind small streaks of water on the cloth. When he finally saw what I was indicating, he froze and turned a slight shade of crimson. His big brown eyes had grown even wider and his tongue darted out to wet his plush lips. It was his Mahagrid hoodie, the one he usually wore for his Channie’s room lives. “Uhh..”

“It’s okay, Chan, I don’t have to wear it. I can just…” I wandered back over to where I had rested my shirt from before. “I’ll just throw this back on.” And I started to, until his shout caught me off guard.

“No! No, it’s okay. Go ahead, baby.” He hadn’t taken his eyes off me since he saw what I was holding, like he was firmly planted to the ground. “Go…ahead.”

I pulled the sweatshirt over my head and pulled it down, the worn fuzz the missing piece of comfort I needed. It hung loosely on my shoulders and the sleeves were worn down enough that the rough feeling of being new had softened, giving the article the feeling of being lived in, given home-like qualities. It held remnants of his recent cologne, the one I bought for him for his birthday. He said he liked it; this was the proof. 

“It goes with my sweatpants.” He chuckled softly, stretching out his leg to show me. It did, like a matching set, the bold letters going across his leg. “We’re a real couple now, babe.”

“Yes, because the past few months have just been a warm-up. Between half your guys’ birthdays and a comeback to prepare for, it's been a breeze.” I slapped his shoulder as I passed him on the way to his bedroom door. He just shook his head and smiled as he grabbed our shoes. 

“You asked me out. What was I supposed to say when you practically begged me to.” 

“Begged you?! Christopher, what are you talking about?” I held the front door open for him, the softness of the hoodie ruffling against my bare skin and sending shivers of love down my spine. They had been happening more and more often these days. 

“Oh, you know what I’m saying.” His voice echoed throughout the stairwell, his laughter coming shortly after. It rang through the walls and into my veins like the melody to the lyrics my heart had been singing all by itself. “You gave me those eyes you have when you want something and I couldn’t say no to you. I never can when you look at me like that.” He put on his black mask and pushed the side door open, his hat tucking in his light orange hair underneath it. He held it open for me, just as I had done for him, and held up a mask identical to his to me. I took it and stepped out into the crisp, late October air. 

“I have no idea what it is that you speak of, Christopher. What ‘eyes’ are you talking about?” I began to feel the solidness of the sidewalk beneath my feet as I walked to the nearest convenience store, my boyfriend following behind me. When he caught up fully, he slipped his hand out of the pocket of his sweatpants and grabbed mine, intertwining our fingers and shoving them into the front pocket of his sweatshirt I was wearing. I had become used to his constant need for touch, feeling the growing need for it myself when I felt him near. It was a nice way to remind myself that he was always near, always with me. 

“Oh come on, you know exactly what I’m talking about. You get these big, round eyes that, I swear, start glowing. It makes it impossible to say no to whatever you’re asking. It’s a good thing I like you because it would’ve gotten me in trouble if you were to use it for evil like Han keeps asking you to.” His eyes were starting to get closer together, showing his smile behind his mask. His thumb started to rub against the back of my hand, sending electricity down through my arm. His touches were comforting, but they also set me on fire. 

The nights like this were what kept me going while he was away or locked in the studio or stuck in meetings for an album or whatever I needed the memory for. These were the things that kept me here, in his arms, hand in hand, in his small ass apartment he shared with his best friends in the entire world who understood him better than anyone. 

“I am one hundred percent sure that I have know idea what you or Han are talking about. He just asks me to try and get you out of practice early, which never works.” We took our favorite shortcut through a city park with blossom trees lining the sidewalk and a small river with an even smaller bridge crossing in the middle. “I don’t think I could pull you away from the studio if I was standing naked in the hallway.” He got quiet, like he was thinking about it.

“You could definitely pull me away with that, but not for the reason you think. More than likely, I would just try and pull you away to stop someone from seeing you like that.”

“But if the point is to get your attention, then it would work.” I widened my eyes while I glanced over at his masked face, knowing he could see my smirk. He nudged my shoulder and pushed me through the door of the 7-11. 

“Get in there.” He said as he let go of my hand to let me wander through the aisles and pick out what to get. I roamed through, grabbing the bag of chips that sounded the most appealing and went to the refrigerated section, finding him staring at the sodas. “When I first came here, I thought some of this stuff sounded so weird. Now, it makes sense.”

“What about it makes sense to you now?”

“I don’t know. It just does.” He opened the door and grabbed what he wanted, one for him and one for me. I opened the door next to it and grabbed the smoothie drinks he liked and one for myself knowing he would throw the cutest fit I’d ever seen if I didn’t. 

He took the chips and the candy I had grabbed and placed them on the counter and whipped out his card before I had the chance to protest. Not that I would have because I had left my wallet in his room. I had the foresight to know that he would never let me pay for it anyways. It was never an expectation and I was always grateful, carrying the bag out of the store as he thanked the cashier. 

“What candy did you grab?”

“There was something that looked new, something with chocolate and nuts and caramel or something. I thought it might be good with our popcorn.”

“You’re the smartest girl I know.” He slid his hand back to its original position, into mine and my pocket. We walked in comfortable silence back through the park, listening to the trees in the wind and the rustling of branches swaying in the wind. “You know…” He stopped me, pulling me to stop with him. “You wearing my clothes is making me happier than when you asked me out.”

“For the last time, I did not!” We both giggled. 

“Baby, listen! Listen to what I’m saying. No one has ever asked to wear my clothes before.”

“I know that’s not true, Han MUST have asked before me. He’s glued to you.”

“Not the point. No one I’ve actually wanted to has ever asked to wear my clothes. You did it so casually, it felt normal until I realized what seeing you in my hoodie would do to those butterflies I get when you’re around.”

“And…what did it do to them?” I asked softly. He pulled down his mask so I could see his lips form the words. 

“It made them go crazy. And it gave me a glimpse of what could be my forever.”

“Wow. A hoodie made you feel like this?”

“It did. So please don’t hesitate to ask to borrow anything else. What’s mine is yours. Officially.” 

“Oh, I am so buying you more clothes that I can steal. Finally! Something that you’ll let me buy for you!” I pulled down my mask as he brought me in closer to him until we were chest to chest. He gave me a sneaky grin before he kissed me.

“Not a chance.”

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✈️ Colin Bridgerton Headcanons ✈️

This was requested by this lovely anon!! This is my first request so thank you for writing in! It would’ve come out sooner, but i currently have a mean tooth infection, nevertheless, the show must go on! Heads up, third one is a hint of spice. Hope u enjoy☺️

Characters mentioned : Gregory, Anthony, Benedict, Daphne, Edmund, Violet, Penelope, Debling, and Eloise

🎻= regency era

🧳= modern au

🧳🎻= either

Ps my request r open :)

🧳🎻 I think he has a very realistic view on his brothers. I think he use to blindly look up to them just bc they were his older brothers, but as time has passed he definitely sees and recognizes that they both have some decent flaws. However, he really wants Gregory to look up to him the most. I don’t think he would ever admit it to anyone, but i feel like he could think a little higher of himself (not in a bad way at all) therefor he thinks he’s led the best example for how a man should be to Gregory.

🧳🎻 He gives off shy kid vibes. Like between the ages of 4-10 he was pretty shy only having like two friends. I feel like Ben specifically found this a little concerning bc he didn’t want him to have issues in school and life in general, so together they worked really hard on getting him to not only have more confidence in himself but actually practiced having convos. I also feel like once he got to the “interested in dating people” age Daphne and Ben tried their best to tech him to talk aka flirt with people.

🧳 (Lil spicy) Had a hoe phase in college. People are always shocked about how high his body count is (20+) but he was never a douche bag to anyone he’s hooked up with. I feel like when Anthony and Benedict found out on one of the weekly boys nights they have, Ben was proud and Anthony was a little shook. Anthony made him swear up and down he always wore a condom and then congratulated him lol.

🧳 Staying on the college root, he definitely gives off world history major vibes. He def was a foreign exchange student in high school (secondary school for the brit’s out there lol) and studied a couple semesters abroad in college. Specifically went to France in high school, then America, Italy, Spain, and India in college. He also makes it a point to travel every summer. I feel like he would definitely end up as a teacher of some sort tho. Like he’s definitely the cool history teacher everyone loves. Also hes definitely that teacher that gets side tracked easily if u ask him about his time abroad.

🧳 Definitely has more girl friends than guy friends, but not super imbalanced. He just gives was invited to the girls night out vibes. (I have a headcanon that i already wrote that i would definitely add Colin too). He definitely has his Boyz™️ that he hangs with all the time, but he knows they can be a little much, so i feel like when he wants to be social but have a relaxed time he hangs with the girlies. Idk colin just gives friends with everyone vibes.

🧳 I think Colin has diagnosed anxiety, and once he learned that he became more educated and aware of mental health. I feel like he started getting panic attacks shortly after Edmund died (he was 12 yrs old if i did my math right lol) but didn’t want anyone to worry about him so he just kinda dealt with it and kinda got to a point where he thought it was normal. It came up randomly in a convo with Daphne, Ben, and Violet that he gets them but at this point he didn’t get what the big deal was. I feel like these 3 took it seriously and once he got diagnosed he put work into researching how to understand mental health issues more.

🧳🎻 He LOVES to plan dates. His go to is always dinner at a nice restaurant then a show of some kind. Play, musical, movie out, doesn’t really matter to him. He enjoys a night in, sure, but what he really loves is showing you off. He’s proud to have you as his (not in a possessive creepy way, in a sweet way) and wants to show you off.

🧳 Colin is a little bit of a jealous type. We see it in the show when Pen is being courted by Debling. However, i feel like when he’s in a relationship, he completely trust his partner. If he sees someone flirting with you he will let them flirt but he will definitely swoop in with a little hey babe and a forehead kiss lol. If someone try’s to flirt with him tho, he will just start gushing about his amazing partner. I’m talking putting out the Lock Screen and going “ya look how cute WE are”. Once y’all are married tho he NEVER takes off the wedding ring.

🧳 I feel like he has a decent following on Insta and TikTok 😂😂😂. Not like influencer numbers but like 6k on instagram and 9k on TikTok. He definitely post all his travel stuff on Insta and does like little OOTDs on TikTok. Colin gives very much “gives a fuck about how he looks” vibes so i feel like he knows the fashion trends on TikTok. His “aesthetic” is like hipster mixed with old money (bc he is in fact, old money lol). Also yes, he recognizes he gets thirst comments and will play into just a little, but once hes taken he would comment “ my partner thinks so too :)”

🧳 Colin has secret tattoos. Like his friends know but he didn’t tell his family for a minute bc he knows it would become a thing lol. They r all small and in places he can cover up (shoulder, thigh, and one on his wrist he covers up with his watch) but one day he got a little careless at the beach and let them show. I feel like Violet had a “what did u do to your beautiful body??!!” mom moment, Anthony was pissed bc he didn’t tell him, Ben laughed his ass off, and Eloise congratulated him on doing something “actually risky” for once. I feel like after the initial shock everyone really likes them and he goes out and gets more in public places.

! Bonus One !

He still sleeps with his childhood stuffed animal lmfao like it’s a cute little elephant his mom and dad got him. He has had to do many repairs on it over the years lol

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@jegulus-microfic | april 22 evoke | words: 1,6k

big shout out to @frnkmush for helping me with this one, you’re such an angel 🫶🏼

tw: swearing, mentions of wounds

part one

On Monday evening, Regulus received an Instagram message request from someone called jfprongs. He went to check on the person’s profile to see who they were, and—oh god.

At the sight of a radiant smile, bronze skin, and golden glasses, all memories from the night before evoked in him. He suddenly remembered making an absolute fool of himself by asking a doctor who just stitched him up on a date.

While he was drunk.

The first thing he did was send a screenshot of the profile and the message that read just a simple ‘Hi’ to the group chat.

i can fix him (i can’t)

Reg

<2 photos attached>

that’s the doctor from last night

what do i do??????????

Barty

skakksjsksjsjsjsjajsjsj

Evan

x2

Pandora

x3

what is he doing in your dms?

Reg

…

i may or may not have asked him out

There was a short pause before his phone started ringing.

“What the fuck do you mean you asked him out?” Pandora asked, amused. In the background, Regulus could hear Barty and Evan laughing hysterically.

“Well, I was drunk, and he was really hot. We should all be grateful I only did that instead of trying to convince him to fuck me on his desk,” he responded, trying to take off the bandage off of the fresh wound without making it hurt more than necessary.

On the other end of the line, he could hear Panda huffing a small laugh. “Yeah, thank god that whore didn’t come out.”

“Any—oh fuck, it hurts—anyways, what do I do now?” Regulus asked again, finally throwing away the old bandage and starting to clean the cut. He hated using disinfectants on any part of his body, really, but on the face, it felt worse than anything.

His friend hummed thoughtfully. “I think you should text him back and see how it goes,” and so he did.

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On Tuesday evening, exactly at 7:36 p.m., Regulus was sitting on a bench in front of his apartment building and waiting for a grey Mercedes to arrive.

After he answered James yesterday, they talked a bit and agreed that Drunk Regulus’ idea about meeting sooner was actually a pretty good one. So he sat there, checking his phone every three seconds, hoping to see a message that would say ‘I’m here’.

He picked it up again when a grey car parked next to him and the passenger’s window rolled down.

“Hi Regulus, come in,” James invited him with a warm smile painted on his lips.

As Regulus took the front seat, the other man reached to the back, pulling a small bouquet of purple carnations.

“What’s that?” Regulus asked, confused. James eyes widened at that.

“Well, I assumed it’s a date, and I thought it would be a nice gesture, but if I overstepped or misread—“

“No, no, no, absolutely! That is a date, and those are lovely, I just—I'm not used to getting flowers.” He could feel his cheeks starting to burn a little when James smiled wildly, like a happy Golden Retriever.

They finally drove away from Regulus' block, heading towards the city center. The radio played some soft, lofi music that, added to the soft humming of the engine, started lulling Regulus to sleep. James must’ve noticed, because he handed his unlocked phone to him.

“Choose the next song; I’ll pick something after you,” the bronze-skinned man told him. Regulus, extremely eager, grabbed the phone and typed in the title he needed to hear right now. Thankfully, the chill music ended shortly after, and an 80s synth-pop melody came on.

“Somebody runnin’ through the field/Somebody shoulda stayed home/Somebody pickin’ up the body of somebody they were gettin’ to know,” Regulus hummed softly to Matty’s lyrics. James whipped his head at a light speed and looked at him with wide eyes. Regulus gave him a questioning look in response.

“First of all,” James began, “is it the one about the school shooting?” Regulus nodded, smirking. “Okay, that’s surprising. Second of all, you have quite a nice voice.” Now Regulus wasn’t smirking, just smiling sheepishly.

After ‘Looking for somebody (to love)’ ended, there was a disco bit, and Reg wanted to whine as soon as he recognised the song. The only thing that stopped him was that sparkle in James’ eyes.

And then the other man started singing.

“OOH, YOU CAN DANCE, YOU CAN JIVE, HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE!” and Regulus couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. “What? Don’t you like my vocals?” James chuckled, knowing damn well he sounded like a cat in heat.

“Oh no, your vocals are just as lovely as your smile,” the younger man giggled.

They continued to take turns choosing songs, becoming more and more comfortable, and singing louder and louder.

They reached the restaurant as Olivia’s ‘all-american bitch’ was coming to an end.

“Wait here,” said James, getting out of the car and running around it, just to open Regulus’ door. The older man held out his hand in a dramatic gesture.

Reg rolled his eyes, taking the hand and getting out as well.

“Such a gentleman,” he commented sarcastically, yet still, he could feel the warmth spread inside of his chest at this small move.

They walked into the restaurant hand in hand, talking lightly about their favourite type of pasta. James gave the hostess his name, and the woman led them to their table, giving them two menus. Regulus scanned it in search of the cheapest meal, so he could afford it. The restaurant wasn’t really fancy, but it was still expensive.

“15 pounds for Carbonara? Is it made of gold?” He mumbled, but apparently not quietly enough, because James replied, ‘Don’t worry, it’s on me’. This caught Regulus off guard. “What do you mean? I asked you out; I should be the one paying.”

“Yeah, no,” was all James said, and the other man kept looking at him in confusion. “You’re a student; I work full time; it’s only fair if I pay,” he continued, looking up from his menu.

Regulus opened his mouth as if to argue, but quickly shut them back up. “Yeah, okay, you have a point.”

After that, they talked only about what they should order, settling on a lasagna for James, pumpkin ravioli for Reg, and a bottle of rosé.

“So,” the older man started. “What do you study?”

“Oh, um, painting. I’m in art school,” he mumbled in response, taking a sip of his wine. “I’m not gonna lie, I know it won’t get me a lot of money, but I love it. I can’t imagine doing anything else, even if it means I’ll have to eat pesto pasta for the rest of my life.” He couldn’t exactly read James’ face; it looked kind of blank.

“Can I see any of your work?” he asked finally, sounding actually interested. So, of course, Regulus reached for his phone and started scrolling through it in search of the pieces he was most proud of. When James saw the one with the white stag running through a blue forest, he pointed at it and exclaimed, “That. I want that one in my living room,” and Regulus laughed lightly at him. “What? I mean it. How much do you want for it?”

“A thousand pounds!” the younger man kept chuckling.

“Deal.”

“Wait, are you for real?” He looked at the man opposite him in bewilderment, and as the other nodded with a smile, he couldn’t help but smile himself.

It was how the rest of the evening went—they ate, talked, drank wine, and talked some more. They left, again hand in hand, discussing a playlist for the ride home.

They were just a few blocks away from Regulus’ building when he decided to turn the radio down a little.

“Thank you,” he said, turning to James. “I had a really good time.”

“Would you like to do it again sometime?” The other man asked, also turning.

“Yeah, sometime,” he answered softly, pink blooming on his cheeks. He received a small smile back.

When they finally reached his block, Regulus didn’t get out immediately. Instead, he fully turned to face James and looked him deep in the eyes. The older man didn’t break eye contact; he only smiled brightly.

Please, kiss me. Please, kiss me. Please, kiss me.

James reached in his direction, brushing a loose curl from Regulus’ face back behind his ear. Instead of withdrawing his hand, James put it on his cheek, caressing it lightly with his thumb.

They stayed like that for a few seconds (or hours) before James broke the silence.

“Can I walk you to your flat?” and Reg just nodded in response.

They got out of the car the same way they did before. Holding hands, they walked up the stairs to the third floor. As they reached his door, Regulus turned to James again. And once more, James’ hand found its way to Reg’s cheek. The moment was tense, almost tangible. Until-

“Can I kiss you?” The older man whispered, like a secret.

Yesyesyes

Regulus only managed to nod once before he felt soft lips on his. It wasn’t an obscene kiss with a lot of teeth and tongs; it was gentle and sweet, like the first kiss in middle school. It didn’t last long either—far too quick for Reg’s liking. James rewarded him with another sweet kiss, this time on the forehead, before he pulled away with the same bright spark in his eye that appeared during ‘Dancing Queen’.

“Good night, Regulus,” he said softly, taking a small step back.

“Good night, Jamie—I mean James,” the older man chuckled, shaking his head.

“I like it; you can call me Jamie. I’ll see you soon.” And with that promise, he turned around and walked down the stairs, throwing just one last look at Regulus before disappearing on the floor below.

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aaaah loved the last chapter!!! I’m glad the assholes got what they deserved. I wish Joel would’ve grovelled a bit more but it is Joel… hahaha! And I guess in the end it was a misunderstanding but man was he an asshole in the second chapter.

I would love to see Joel and the reader talk about her past a bit! Especially with his stupid comment at the end of the second chapter. She talked about it with Tommy a bit but I wanna know how much Joel knows and idk, it’s not exactly a romantic idea but still lmao! Would definitely love to read more from this little universe!

Anon I love you 🧡 Joel doesn’t really strike me as the groveling type. He’s more the like, acts of service kind of guy? Like he’ll make it up to you but not with empty words? Idk if that makes sense but here goes…. I’d also like to let you know I don’t decide what I’m writing. I just type, that’s your warning. If you don’t like smut stop reading after Joel threatens to kill them.

☢️ sexual assault (past and discussion) • panic attacks • swearing • reader is me and she gets hot for Joel Miller killing people • unprotected sex • weird version of dirty talk ☢️

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The key caught in the lock. The hinges of the door squeaked. The floorboards creaked and groaned with each step. The ropes pulled against your raw skin. The room was quiet, your shaky breathing the only thing to be heard.

You struggled against the bindings, the dark paralyzing you. When the light came on, your bindings released and you were scrambling from your bed without thinking.

You paused on your hands and knees, the plush fabric of the mat under your fingers. There wasn’t a mat in that room. There was barely a blanket. No one would’ve furnished it. The skin of your wrists wasn’t damaged or raw. You sighed, sitting back and turning to face the bed.

Joel was sitting up with the sheets pooled around his waist. You hadn’t had nightmares in some time but you’d had lunch with Meredith today and you knew that it was good to talk about your trauma but it unlocked everything you had been trying to bury.

“You alright, baby?” Joel asked softly and you shrugged from your position on the floor. Your fingers pulled at the hem of your sleep shirt and you inhaled deeply. “Nightmares?”

“Sometimes. Memories.” You shrugged again and Joel nodded in understanding. He patted the mattress beside him but you only shook your head. Being in bed didn’t help, not after. He considered you before climbing from the bed, taking a seat next to you.

“You okay with touch, right now?” He asked and you shrugged again before nodding, letting your whole body sag against him. He shuffled a little, pulling you to sit in his lap, holding you close. He reached his arm out and dragged the sheets off the bed to drape them around you both. “Wanna talk about it?”

“That’s what caused the nightmares. I had lunch with Meredith.” You explained and Joel nodded shortly, rocking you from side to side.

“He’s dead. I don’t know if it helps but he won’t ever do it to you again.” Joel promised, his voice barely a whisper. “You’re safe with me. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“It wasn’t Nolan. It was before. It was the room. God I hated that fucking room.” You shuddered in Joel’s embrace and he held you tighter, still rocking. “I spent five years staring at that fucking ceiling. I was allowed out of bed to go toilet and that was it. My fucking muscles started wasting away.”

Joel paused in his rocking only momentarily but it was enough that you drew away from him, blinking at the shock on his face. You had just assumed Tommy had told him everything. “You didn’t know?”

“No. I didn’t know anything about before you came to Jackson. Nolan and Abdul, they hinted at something happening. Says you got roughed up a couple of times.” Joel admitted and you laughed without humor.

“Couple a times.” You shook your head. “That explains your shitty comments.”

You leaned back against him again. Too tired to drag up the anger you had felt at his comments. Joel had apologized over and over with his actions. He had made you feel impossible secure in yourself and he held you every night so that you could sleep.

He hasn’t known any different before and when he had learned the truth he had been right there for you. It was still exhausting having to explain everything again.

“The QZ broke down. FEDRA left with their tails between their legs and people left. There wasn’t enough food or supplies to live on. Those that didn’t leave found themselves at the mercy of the mercenaries that had run FEDRA out. You had to have a use.” You told Joel, pulling one of his big hands into your lap, tracing the lines of his palm to calm you. “They found a use for me. There was thirteen in total. Took me a while to figure out it wasn’t just one man with incredible stamina.”

Joel didn’t laugh at your joke. You knew it wasn’t funny. Nothing about it had been funny. “I couldn’t see a lot of the time. They covered my eyes with something. Thought for a while I was just blind or something. Thought they had done something to me. The cloth slipped eventually. One of the new comers liked eye contact.”

“Was it close? The QZ?” Joel asked, his voice barely contained the rage you felt.

“It don’t matter.” You told him with a sigh. “I know what maybe two of them looked like. There would be no way of knowing who had done it.”

“I’d find out. You find me those two and I’d find out.” You pulled back to stare at him and found him red faced in his anger.

“I’m, fuck. Jesus.” You swallowed and Joel inhaled deeply, schooling his features because he thought he was scaring you. “No, I’m scary fucking turned on right now. You saying that? Telling me you’d kill them for me?”

There was more of the story to tell him but you didn’t have time. You shuffled around in his lap and pushed at him until he was lying down. He seemed confused with the change of pace but let you take the lead.

There wasn’t time for preamble. You hadn’t put underwear on while sharing a bed with Joel in a long time. He wore only boxers and you shuffled around to pull them down before pausing. “Can I?”

“Please.” Joel exhaled and you took him in hand, holding him while you lowered yourself down his length. Joel grunted, his stomach tensing in an effort to restrain himself.

“Say it again.” You urged when you had him fully inside, pushing against you in all the right ways. You moved your hips in a slow grind and sighed happily. “Please.”

“I’d fucking kill them all.” He grunted, one hand on your hip and the other pulling you down from the back of your neck, so close you were sharing air. “Slowly and fucking painfully. They’d suffer every bit you did in those five long years in a day.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and you moaned, pressing you lips to Joel’s. It was sloppy, gasping into his mouth when you began to bounce your hips shallowly. “I ain’t ever had a man take care of me like you do.”

“I said it before and I’ll say it again. I’ll promise you anything baby, especially when you got this tight pussy squeezing my cock like a fucking vice.” He groaned and you straightened up, one hand in the center of his chest for support.

“You killed Nolan for me.” You told him and he nodded, hand on your hips. Every time you lowered yourself he pulled your hips forward in a grinding move that had you seeing stars.

“I’d fucking do it again. Beat him with my own hands. He wasn’t getting the easy way out of a bullet.” You whined, rolling your hips in an effort to chase your release. You needed to cum, needed him to fill you up. His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing in tight circles just how you liked it. “Come for me baby. Need it.”

You bounced shallowly, keening with his touch. When your orgasm washed over you Joel grunted, your pussy clenching tighter around him. “That’s fucking it, sweet girl. I’ll fucking kill ‘em all.”

You collapsed against his chest as he pumped into you, shuddering with his own orgasm. You rested your head in the crook of his neck as you both caught your breath.

“Lou escaped. She had been newer to it than I was. She still had some fight in her. She got me out, had to near carry me. But we got out. We got here.” You whispered against the skin of his neck. “I made it here to find you.”

I know you’re supposed stagger your posting to increase engagement or whatever put honestly I just write and post. So enjoy this spam 🤷‍♀️

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Ignore this if you don’t take requests but I loved your Nathan Bateman taking care of a sick reader and I’d love it if you could write something about him with a reader on their period. I feel like he’s not the type to get grossed out by blood

Of course! Thank you so much for the ask! (I'm so sorry I can only write soft!Nathan, I can't help it.)

In Pain

Nathan Bateman X F!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: TYPOS, SWEARING, fluff, hurt/comfort, blood, reader on their period, Nathan being a softie, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning!

Word Count: 1161

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You’d bled through onto Nathan’s couch. The thumb sized spot of red was seeping into the upholstery as you stared, thoughts frozen, mind blank. 

His stupid, fucking couch that looked like shit and was probably worth more than any house you’d ever lived in. (Present abode excluded, of course.) 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” You hissed under your breath. How were you going to explain this? You weren’t even due until next week. “Fuck.” 

Hastily, you scribbled on a scrap piece of paper and left it to the side of the stain. While it was unlikely that Nathan was going to crawl out of his office at any point today, stranger things had happened. And it would be just your luck if he did.

Getting to your room was fine, but the pain started shortly after you stepped into the shower. A deep twisting just below your belly button, like someone was slowly trying to rip your insides out. And, in a way, that was exactly what was happening. 

You managed to get out of the shower and changed with a fresh pad, your vision swimming slightly as the pain began to overwhelm the simplest actions. You just needed to find your meds, lay down and try to sleep through the next- 

Knock, knock, knock. 

Of course. 

You swung your bedroom door open with a little more force than necessary. Your tone clipped and strained. “Yeah?”

Nathan raised his eyebrows at you. He had your tone in his left hand. ‘I’ll fix it.’ scrawled in your rushed handwriting. 

You were surprised he wasn’t holding an itemised bill. 

He paused for a moment, looking you over with a level of scrutiny you weren’t used to. “You okay?”

That wasn’t the question you’d expected. 

You hummed an answer and nodded once. “Fine.” A cramp sunk its claws into you as you spoke, giving your voice a shuddered edge. 

“There’s blood on the couch...” He said it slowly, the slight raise in his cadence towards the end turning the statement into a question. 

Your stomach clenched as another cramp seized your muscles. It took all your willpower not to double over. 

“I’ll pay for it.” You spoke at the exact same moment Nathan said, “what happened?”

The cramp was not easing up, all you wanted was to lay down and possibly hit yourself over the head with a hammer so you could stay unconscious for a few hours. 

“Wha-”

“I bled through okay?” You snapped, displaying the first signs of true annoyance Nathan had seen since you got here. His mouth audibly snapped shut.

“My period came early,” you stared at his chest as you let the words just fall out, it was always easier not to look at his stupidly beautiful face, “and I fucking bled through and didn’t realise it, and I’ll pay for the fucking damage.” You breathed out heavily, regretting your tone instantly. Fuck, you were going to have to-

“Oh. Okay.” 

“What?” You frowned, looking quickly to his face. 

“I said okay. Though you don’t have to pay anything, that’s fucking stupid.” 

You made a sound, words starting to form but then said nothing. 

“It’s an accident.” Nathan pulled a face, “you can’t help bleeding. Do you know how many times I’ve bled on the furniture?” 

Your mind wasn’t quite catching up quick enough. “You, wait, you’ve bled on the furniture?” 

“Yeah?” He looked at you like you’d asked the stupidest question in the world, and walked past you into your room. (Without an invitation.)

“Wait, you can't just not expla-”

“What meds have you got?”  Nathan looked at your desk, on top of your bedside table. His hand going to open the drawers. 

“Did I say you could come in here?” 

He looked at you over the top of his glasses. “It’s my house.”

“Natha-”

“What painkillers have you got?” He continued when you didn’t answer quickly enough for his liking. “Periods hurt right? You’re in pain, it’s obvious. And I bet you only have shitty over the counter stuff.” He sighed. “Lay down.” He gestured to your bed as he walked out of the room. “I’ll be back.”

You were too flabbergasted (and preoccupied with the searing pain in your stomach) to argue. 

Slowly you sat on the edge of the bed, a little annoyed at yourself for following his instructions. 

The pain was getting worse, swelling with every breath and you carefully doubled over, pressing your hands to your stomach as if the pressure could stop the cramps. 

You sat up quickly as Nathan came back into the room. 

He tutted. “I said lay down.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

A small smirk pulled at his lips. “Technically, I am. Here,” he held out two pills and a glass of water. “Take these.”

You frowned. “What are they?”

“Pain killers.”

“What kind?” 

“The good kind.”

“Nathan-”

“They’re not going to hurt you. They’ll help you sleep for a bit.”

You conceded and took the pills and the water. “I don’t think much of your bedside manner.” You muttered just before you swallowed. 

“Well, you’re a very irritating patient.” He said with the widest smile you had ever seen on his face. 

He took the glass from your hand and put it on the side, purposefully not using the coaster that was obviously there, and took a small hot water bottle from where he had been holding it under his arm. “Sorry, it’s the only size I’ve got.” 

You barely got the chance to stammer out, “thank you,” before Nathan took hold of your legs and lifted them up onto the bed. 

Then, to your utmost surprise, he climbed into bed next to you. 

“Nathan, what-”

“Trust me, okay?” 

You paused, staring at his eyes for an impossibly long second before you swallowed and nodded. 

He carefully guided you to move onto your side before laying down behind you and moving close so that his chest was flush with your back. 

“Comfortable?” He whispered. A shiver ran up your spine in spite of his body heat. 

You nodded.

“Good.” Slowly he reached down to the hot water bottle and slipped his hand over yours to hold it firmly against your stomach. 

“This okay?” His voice was barely audible. 

You nodded, not trusting your voice. 

The pressure of his hand, his arm wrapped around you, the warmth of him against your back was comforting. Soothing. Everything. 

Sleep had nearly overtaken you when you jolted. 

“Hey, hey,” the gentleness of his tone seemed wrong, unnatural almost to becoming from between his lips, “it’s alright-”

“I might bleed on you,” the words came out in a rush, an old fear rearing its head, despite the pad you could still leak, “I might-”

“I don’t give a fuck if you bleed on me.” That same tone, soft and kind, barely a breath. “It doesn’t matter. Come on,” he pressed a feather light kiss against your shoulder. “Relax, try to sleep.”

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SFW Alphabet - Trevor Philips Edition

TWs: Some swearing, brief mentions of violence and drugs

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Trevor isn't the most romantic guy, but similarly to how he acts around Patricia, when he is truly in love with someone he will tend to become a soft sweetheart. Either by holding hands with you, calling you pet names (ex: "cupcake", "sweetcheeks", "gorgeous" etc) and other small gestures, he will always find a way to show his love to you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Trevor as a best friend would be that kind of friend that loves to tease you and mess around with you enjoying your annoyed reactions, but still always being there for you, hanging out with you (mostly to get drunk), and killing whoever wrongs you. Trevor would meet you for the first time by seeing you at the Yellow Jack Inn getting harassed by one of that bar's usual old drunk customers, so Trevor beat up his ass and got kicked out for the hundredth time; you got out to thank him and that's how your friendship started.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He cuddles with you everyday! He loves cuddling with you in bed or on the couch spooning you, playing with your hair and holding you like a big teddy bear until he falls asleep. You're the only one who can calm him like this.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Michael says that Trevor isn't the marriage guy. In some way you could say that is kinda true, but if Trevor really loves you he'd gladly settle down with you. As for the houseworks, as you can tell by the state of his trailer, he's preeetty bad at that; if you ask him, he'd try to do some cleaning and actually manage to make things worse, so you'll be the one taking care of the cleaning: you'll clean the house and as soon as Trevor arrives he'll undo everything by leaving behind a path of chaos. He'll sometimes try to cook you something, but ends up burning the food, or in the best case scenario, the food isn't reduced to a piece of coal but tastes absolutely vile (but it's the thought that counts).

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Let's be honest, this is Trevor. He would NEVER break up with you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As also said in the D part, Trevor would love to get committed with you if he feels like you're the perfect one, same for the marriage part: he'd ask you to marry him kinda quickly, like after some months you've been dating.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Trevor is anything but gentle. With people in general. But with YOU it's like he's a different person. His usually gruff voice full of insults towards everyone is instead softer and respectful with you, and his hands that are strong enough to break someone's bones in the blink of an eye treat your body as if you were made of crystal.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He LOVES hugging you and being hugged by you, literally everyday he needs hugs. His hugs aren't only bear hugs, he also likes to catch you by surprise: for example, you are washing the dishes and he surprises you by wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling his nose in your neck.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

When you phone him (or he phones you), shortly before ending the call you will always hear him say that. He likes to say it in messages too (typed like "i luv u bb :) ;)"), which always gets a smile out of you. But the moments he says it the most are those moments that could be specified only if this was a NSFW post.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

You can bet your ass he's jealous, VERY jealous. Anyone who even dares to look in your direction will be in deep shit (and dead if they try hitting on you). You're his and only his goddamnit!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are often sloppy and clumsy but always full of passion, they can range from little pecks to full on devouring your lips. He likes kissing you on your lips, cheeks, forehead, neck, everywhere, and he also likes to get kissed everywhere (he prefers neck kisses though).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Trevor is surprisingly good with children. Back in his North Yankton days he was basically a second dad to Tracey and Jimmy; when they cried he was even better than Michael and Amanda at cheering them up by playing with them (he would never change their diapers though, in his own words that's a job for Mikey).

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Unless there's still speed in his body, he'll spend the morning sprawled across the bed snoring until 12 AM.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights on the couch eating take away from Burger Shot and watching silly action flicks (the only kinds of movies he'd manage to sit through) are the best nights.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Trevor has A LOT of things to say about himself, but it would take a while for him to reveal them all to you. His troubled childhood, his dysfunctional family, his failed career projects, his relationship with Michael and Brad... he will tell you about all these things only if he really trusts you, and even then he doesn't tell you about them right away all at once, not only because they hurt him but also because he doesn't want to scare you. Bit by bit he will tell you, and bit by bit you'll connect the dots and understand him better.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Easily angered is Trevor's second name.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Trevor will remember EVERYTHING, everything you say, everything about you, every little detail. For example in a passing conversation you'd briefly mention your favorite food and forget what you just said, but Trevor won't, and from now on will go out of his way to get you your favorite food (leaving you surprised like "how did he know that?!").

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

One night when he was returning to his trailer he saw his mother, mocking and belittling him like always, asking him to get a truckload of Deludamol. He went to do that but when he came back with the truck she was gone; he fell to the floor sobbing uncontrollably and just in that moment you came back as well, and you immediately rushed to comfort him, asking him what's wrong and hugging him. It was a horrible moment for him, but your presence and your attempts to comfort him made him feel a lot better. It's his favorite moment in the relationship because that's when he understood he could always count on you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Overprotective. Aside from his clinginess and jealousy, he also knows his criminal lifestyle could potentially put you in danger. If he has to go out alone he'd ask Ron and Wade to keep an eye on you; if you two are out together he'd be very careful and always holding your hand, and if someone poses a threat to you, Trevor will soon "take care of them". He'd be okay with leaving Sandy Shores with you if he feels like it has become too unsafe for you to live there. Sometimes you'd worry for him as well, especially when he comes back covered in blood, but he laughs it off saying that it's just a scratch, or that you don't need to worry about him (even though he actually appreciates you being worried about him).

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Trevor remembers anniversaries and loves surprising you with unexpected gifts (usually something crafted by himself). As for dates, he isn't a fancy dates kind of guy (unless you ask him), he prefers fast food or pizzeria dates.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

A lot. Poor hygiene, drugs abuse and smuggling, a tendency to get pissed off very easily and getting coated in blood as consequence...

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn't give two shits about how he looks. Whatever is in the shop is what he gets.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absofuckinglutely. Just the thought of losing you by any means would make him break down in tears and despair.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He likes playing with Impotent Rage action figures with you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

If you are a hipster he probably wouldn't like you. But there are two kinds of people he hates more than hipsters: liars and backstabbers. If you ever betray his trust, he will NEVER forgive you nor forget it (cough cough, Michael, cough..).

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

If you are around, he falls asleep while snuggling you. If he is alone, he will fall asleep on his back, hands on his chest or on the mattress.

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. . BY YOUR SIDE / DESTROY YOU

# CHAPTER TWO !

synopsis in which you were always the type to push down and never confront your past and the feelings that came with it — all of the pain and regret. but now you’re back at where it all started, having no choice but to face it and feel everything all at once

warnings y/n has a panic attack but its not detailed, only showing an implication that she is but the scene ends before it goes further

wc 1.4k

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you stretched out your body as someone would an old childhood shirt, bones cracking and falling into a more comfortable place with a quiet satisfied groan before rolled your shoulders back, looking around at the warehouse that was an agreed upon meeting destination. the nostalgia weighed heavy, you could swear you saw droplets of memories splattered around the scene outside and you cringed.

as if your mind was being read, you felt a warm calloused hand on your shoulder, “yeah. me too.” you glanced to see seonghwa who had a similar gaze that mirrored yours, lips pressed together in an attempt to give you a thin lipped but reassuring smile before he patted your back and continued on with his bass that was in his hand, resting in its own case.

part of you wanted to change your mind, but music was your passion. even when things fell apart back then, you still craved music and the arts of being on stage again someday kept you going. however ever since him, you struggled making a name for yourself after. for your own band after he left.

sometimes you could still taste the smoke if you focused hard enough but hongjoong snaps you into reality with a few calls of your name, you follow shortly after with an unsettling feeling in your stomach. just ignore it. you didn’t eat today so that could be it. just ignore it.

“you okay?” mingi noticed your discomfort, his voice a bit lower to keep the conversation between the two of you as he put his drumsticks in his back pocket and you nodded in response. “yeah, just nostalgic.” and he hummed, laughing a bit as a response as the two of you started to walk again to catch up with seonghwa and hongjoong. “yeah.. i feel that.”

you returned the small laugh, looking ahead and watching how hongjoong and seonghwa talked and looked at each other with stars in their eyes even after all these years, even after the three years all of you separated. at times, it feels as if none of you parted ways for that long. you could feel the lump in your throat, but you swallowed it down harshly and kept going. “so, we set up here and then what?” mingi’s voice prompted when the two of you made it to the others

“explore a little, we haven’t been on this side of town in.. what? three years?” hongjoong’s features scrunched up when he attempted to recall, seonghwa mumbled a confirmation while he was kneeled over tying his shoe and making sure everything was settled. “a lot has changed, and trapnest wont be here until another hour so we have time.” hongjoong continued

sooner rather than later, you found yourself walking the same streets that you swore you would never even think about again, much less be back where the air is suffocating and your clothes now felt tight. a lot has changed, only the dread stayed the same. it was a bittersweet atmosphere.

“oh! check it out, sakura boutique is still going strong,” seonghwa’s head motioned ahead, your gaze followed to see the light pink and beige clothing boutique where you used to spend some of your time with the owner. you wiped your damp palms on your hands, “crazy, do you think keomi still works there?” mingi asked before pausing to light the cigarette he had between his teeth, covering enough to block the wind with his hand until he lit up and continued walking.

“beats me, its been three years.” seonghwa shrugged, shoving his hands in his jacket’s pockets. you wondered if keomi still did too, but the last time you two talked she was eager on following after your footsteps and had a ticket to leave with you. the guilt was overwhelming, maybe its best to convince yourself she moved a long time ago and there was a new bubbly employee taking her spot.

exhaling the nicotine, mingi chuckled, “we should stop by there sometime.” he voiced his thoughts out loud as you all continued walking, seonghwa muttering a somewhat agreement while hongjoong only nodded to acknowledge the suggestion but not voice if he would be down for the visit or not. sharing a stolen glance with hongjoong, he lifted his finger to his head and swirled his finger to mimic a ‘this guy is crazy’ expression which made you snort, rushing to brush your hand over your mouth in an attempt to cover it up

“what’s so funny back there?” seonghwa teased, glancing towards you and hongjoong who smiled and tilted his head towards mingi who was focused more on looking around at the familiar shops and some if the new ones you assumed came long after all of you left.

the four of you looked around a bit more, deciding to wander around the shopping center you all used to hang out in a little too much that it seemed as if you lived there. and you weren’t sure how you got here, why your feet began to wander further and further away from your group until you walked into the bittersweet record-shop. you cringed at the scent that filled your nose rather then relished in as before, forcing a smile when an employee greeted you.

your manicured nails grazed some of the records, nearly scoffing at seeing a trapnest vinyl propped up with more of their works, noticing how blackstones were scattered around nearby. even now, you were living in someone’s shadow.

“there you are,” seonghwa chuckled, you only smiled in response, setting the vinyl down and giving him a bit more attention. “here i am,” you voiced back with a soft sigh. “can you believe they still have blackstone albums here?” you questioned with a slight smile and head shake, and seonghwa looked where you head motioned towards with your head and smiled

you noticed his eyes graze over and scan the more bigger shrine for trapnest, “used to be us.” he chuckled, his tone playful, “but it’s nice to see people see listen to us even after..” his voice trailed off and you knew exactly what he was referring to. no one liked to talk about it out loud, or even mention it fully unless it was like this and you only nodded.

“where’s mingi and joong?” you asked to steer the conversation into another direction, the two of you starting to walk down more of the aisles and looking around at more of the albums and vinyls. “food court, came to get you.” he replied, fixing his hair back up into the small ponytail he had it in and you nodded, “yeah i could use some food before going back.” you laughed, patting his shoulder and he playfully nudged you to the side causing the two of you to laugh a bit more before your attention faltered and wandered towards a specific part of the store

the lump in your throat was more prominent than ever, heart racing and stomach dropping. “what are you looking at?” seonghwa asked, before he followed your gaze and his face dropped as well as yours had. “y/n, come on,” he tried to drag you away so you didnt hurt yourself more by staring but you shook your arm out of his grasp

you swallowed harshly, unsure of whether it was okay to move yet or if you needed to hold onto something, “did you know?” you managed to croak out and seonghwa shook his head. “none of us did.” he reassured, voice barely audible and you couldn’t rip your eyes off that poster.

it was a band of five, four guys and a girl who you assumed to be the vocalist but your eyes weren’t on her, they couldn’t seem to hold on anyone except one member with a familiar lock necklace that you still had the key to even now, mockingly staring at you.

mouth dry, you blinked away tears and pulled seonghwa along out of the record shop in a haste, and seonghwa didnt hesitate to follow and the two of you walked and walked with no sign of stopping until you got to the food court where you saw concern gazes immediately from hongjoong and mingi when they noticed

“what happened?!” hongjoong asked, bringing you into his arms immediately and you could feel your knees giving up. no no, you cant do this here. why here? why now?

seonghwa looked at mingi and hongjoong, swallowing before speaking, “san is in trapnest.”

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dance with me ~ eddie munson;stranger things

word count: 2584

request?: no

description: in which she manages to convince the freak to go to his first school dance

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, jason being jason, fluffy goodness that eddie deserves

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It went without saying that Eddie Munson was not the type of guy to go to the school dance. He had never even entertained the idea in his number of years as a student at Hawkins High School. Besides the fact that a school dance was far from being “his thing”, he also never had anyone he’d even consider taking as a date.

But then (Y/N) came along.

She transferred to Hawkins during his second attempt at graduating and immediately caught his attention. He thought there was no way someone as beautiful and sweet as her would ever go for the freak of Hawkins and had resigned to admire her from afar, until Valentine’s Day when she gave him a card that admitted to having a crush on him and asking him out on a date.

When the school announced their annual winter dance, (Y/N) was beaming with excitement to ask Eddie to go with her. He could practically see her radiance the moment she stepped into the cafeteria during lunchtime.

“There’s my girl,” he said with a smile on his face. As (Y/N) approached, he immediately pulled her onto his lap and gave her a big kiss. “What’s got you so excited, cupcake?”

She pulled something from her pocket and held it out for Eddie to see. “I got us two tickets for the winter dance.”

Eddie tried not to let his smile falter, but (Y/N) knew him well enough to see the shift in his mood after seeing the tickets. “You don’t want to go?”

“I...I’ve never gone to a school dance before,” he admitted. “I haven’t really had any interest in going.”

“Oh.” Seeing her face fall broke Eddie’s heart. He mentally started kicking himself for not being more excited. He should’ve been happy that she wanted to go with him at all. “Well...you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I can probably get someone else to go with me.”

“No,” Eddie said. “You want me to go, I’ll go with you.”

That smile that he loved so much appeared on her face again. “Really?”

“Really.”

She threw her arms around Eddie’s neck and peppered kisses all over his face. Eddie felt a familiar warmth in his chest that he felt every time (Y/N) was around.

“You can come over to my place around 7 and dad can drive us to the dance,” she said. “Then, maybe, if I can convince my parents to be okay with it, I can stay the night at your place?”

“I definitely like the sound of that.” Eddie kissed her cheek. “I promise I’ll make it the best night of your life for you.”

~~~~~~

Eddie arrived to (Y/N)’s house at exactly 7pm. Her mom answered the door and smiled at Eddie as she welcomed him in. He noticed her eyes quickly take in his outfit, but luckily she didn’t make any comments about it. Eddie didn’t exactly own anything that would be considered “dance attire”, so he went with his nicest pair of jeans and a button up shirt that he borrowed from Wayne. It was a little big on him, but he tucked it into his pants to make it look more fitting.

(Y/N) came to meet him shortly after he arrived. She was wearing a beautiful baby blue knee length dress with a pair of pointed flat shoes in the same color. Her hair was curled around her face and, for the first time since they started dating, Eddie saw her wearing makeup. It was nothing too flashy, just some mascara and eyeliner and a little bit of lipstick, but, as always, he thought she looked like the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on.

“You look amazing,” he told her as she approached him.

She giggled. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Eddie’s face burned a little with embarrassment. “I don’t really have anything to wear to a school dance.”

“Eds, I mean it, you look great,” she said.

Eddie smiled at her. If they weren’t stood within viewing distance of her parents, Eddie might’ve just taken her and kissed her until her lipstick was smudged right then and there. But he had to be respectful in front of them. They had already agreed to let (Y/N) stay at his place for the night, he didn’t want to jeopardize that already.

Her mom insisted on taking a million pictures before allowing the two to finally leave. She gushed over how beautiful (Y/N) looked and how handsome Eddie was a few times before (Y/N) could finally pull them away from her. They got into the backseat of her dad’s car and drove towards Hawkins High School. The ride was silent and a little tense. Eddie’s leg was bouncing anxiously. He wasn’t sure what was making him more nervous: the thought of how his first dance was going to go, or this seemingly never ending car ride with his girlfriend’s dad.

Noticing his nervousness, (Y/N) reached over to take Eddie’s hand in hers. When he looked back at her, she offered him a small smile, which he gratefully returned.

To his relief, they finally arrived at the school. Eddie got out first, holding the door open and offering a hand to (Y/N) to help her out as well. They were about to make their way inside when (Y/N)’s dad rolled down the window and called for their attention.

“You’re to be to Eddie’s place no later than midnight,” he told her. “We want you to call us the second you get there so we know you’re safe, and you’re home by noon tomorrow.”

“Yes dad,” (Y/N) said in an annoyed voice. This certainly wasn’t the first time she had heard this tonight.

“And Eddie, if I end up with a grandkid nine months from today - ”

“Dad!”

Eddie awkwardly laughed, grateful he didn’t have to hear the end of (Y/N)’s dad’s threat.

She pulled them away from her dad’s car. He finally drove off and they entered the gymnasium. The dance was already in full swing with the gym - decorated in winter accessories - packed with students. (Y/N) took Eddie’s hand in hers and gave it a slight squeeze. When he looked down at her, she looked like she was on top of the world. He couldn’t help but smile at her excitement.

“So, where do we start with these kinds of things?” he asked, raising his voice above the loud music. “Do we start dancing now or?”

She shook her head. “Too early for that. No one is on the dancefloor yet. There’s a snacks table.”

“Oh, well I definitely know where to start then.”

(Y/N) giggled as Eddie dragged her towards the snack table. Everyone they passed looked at the two of them in shock and distain, but Eddie tried to ignore them and (Y/N) was too excited to care.

The snack table was full of sugary goodness that would definitely result a number of sugar highs and eventual sugar crashes. Eddie grabbed the first thing he saw and stuffed it into his mouth. In his anxiousness about going to the dance, he hadn’t had an appetite to eat before leaving, and now he was certainly regretting that decision.

“Please don’t choke,” (Y/N) teased. “Want some punch to wash that down?”

“Is it spiked?” Eddie murmured between the food in his mouth.

“Not yet, but I’d say check back later on tonight and we’ll see.”

If I thought on it, I would’ve brought the liquor to spike it, Eddie thought to himself, but there was no way he was saying that to (Y/N). He didn’t want to ruin her night. He promised that it would be the best night of her life, and he was going to make good on that promise.

(Y/N) filled herself a plastic cup full of punch and offered Eddie one as well. He happily accepted and downed the cool liquid in one gulp. (Y/N) looked at him in amusement. “Want another one?”

“I’m good,” he said. “Doesn’t taste as good without the alcohol in it. I’ll take you up on that offer to check back later.”

(Y/N) playfully shook her head and rolled her eyes. She turned towards the dancefloor and noticed a couple of her friends stood together talking.

“I’m gonna go say hi to the girls,” she said. “Wanna come?”

“I’ll be over in a second, princess.”

She smiled and kissed him on the cheek before pushing to the crowd towards her friends. Eddie turned back to the food and was picking up something else to eat when he sensed something terrible was about to happen.

“Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up.”

Yeah, there’s the terrible.

He didn’t have to look up to know it was none other than Jason Carver and his gang of jock friends approaching him. He decided to ignore them the best he could. He wasn’t about to have them ruining his mood on (Y/N)’s night.

“I’m surprised they let a freak like you in here, Munson,” Jason continued. “Aren’t you too old to be going to kids dances?”

“Fuck off, Jason,” Eddie muttered.

“What was that? I don’t think I heard you.”

“I said, Fuck off Jason.”

Jason seemed amused by Eddie’s response. “Wow, the freak is fighting back. Must be trying to look tough in front of your little girlfriend, huh?”

The mention of (Y/N) was enough to bring Eddie’s full attention to Jason. He turned to get right up in Jason’s face, so close that their noses were inches apart. Surprised by the sudden reaction, Jason’s face paled and he backed away slightly.

“You keep (Y/N) out of your fucking mouth,” Eddie hissed. “Or I’ll give you the freak you seem to desire seeing so bad.”

“What are you gonna do to me, Munson? You’ll get expelled if you so much as touch me on school property.”

“Then I’ll wait till you’re off of school property.”

A smaller figure was suddenly between them, shoving Jason back into his entourage. (Y/N) was glaring daggers into the jock. If looks could kill, he’d be dead ten times over.

“Leave him alone, Jason,” she snarled.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Jason challenged.

“Oh, I don’t have to do anything. Eddie can take care of you plenty on his own. But I’d rather my night not be ruined by the small dicked jock who’s just mad that he’s here dateless while the guy he supposedly hates so much has a date.”

Jason looked between Eddie and (Y/N), his face red with anger. Neither one of them was about to step down, but Eddie started to worry that Jason was going to cause a scene to get them all kicked out.

He was happily surprised when Jason backed off, muttering to his friends, “Come on, guys. Let’s go somewhere else.”

Eddie took a deep breath as Jason and his friends walked off. (Y/N) turned to look at him and he immediately softened. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down to give her a tender kiss on her lips, not enough to mess up her lipstick but enough to ease off any tension left over from his almost altercation.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “I didn’t want him to get to me, but he mentioned you and it just pissed me off.”

She shook her head. “Don’t be sorry, Eds. He’s the jackass who can’t leave well enough alone for one night. I’m glad he didn’t take it much further, though. I didn’t want us to get kicked out when we only just got here.”

Eddie smiled and kissed the top of her head.

The DJ started to play a slower song. The couples finally started moving to the dancefloor to actually start dancing. (Y/N) took Eddie’s hand in hers and said, “Come on, let’s dance.”

He let her lead him to the dancefloor. When he turned to face her, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do next. He had never slow danced with a girl before...actually he hadn’t slow danced period.

Luckily, (Y/N) took his hands and placed them on her waist before draping her arms around his shoulders. She leaned in close to him, so close he could feel the warmth of her body and smell the perfume she was wearing.

“Just sway to the music,” she told him. “And try not to step on my toes. These flats don’t offer a lot of protection.”

Eddie chuckled and followed her instructions. They swayed back and forth to the slow song playing. He looked down at her face and forgot everyone else in the room. It didn’t matter what anyone else here thought of him. It didn’t matter what his reputation was to these people. All that mattered was this beautiful woman in front of him; this beautiful woman that he was lucky enough to call his.

(Y/N) leaned closer to rest her head against his chest. She could hear his steady heartbeat, a wonderful sound that could bring her peace anytime. She couldn’t be happier than she was in that moment. She loved Eddie more than anything, and she considered herself lucky to be able to call him hers.

They were almost reluctant to pull apart when the slow song ended and a more fast pace song started to play. Now that the seal had been broken, more students shoved their way onto the dancefloor to start dancing. The two of them were almost crushed in between the excited students. Eddie leaned down to whisper into her head, “What if we got out of here early?”

(Y/N) giggled. “We just got here!”

“I know, but there’s way too many people here, and there’s nobody at my trailer right now. We could utilize that privacy.”

(Y/N) leaned up to kiss Eddie. He ran his hand through her hair, holding the back of her head tenderly as she kissed him. When she pulled away, Eddie had to stop from chuckling at the smudged lipstick on her lips. No doubt his lips were stained from it as well, but he wasn’t about to complain about that. In fact, he was thinking about other areas she could stain with that lipstick.

“How about this,” she said, “you give me another hour here, and I’ll give you the rest of the night with me. We can do whatever you want back at your trailer.”

“Whatever I want?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

She leaned in close to whisper in his ear, “Whatever you want”, punctuating it with a light nibble on his earlobe.

Eddie groaned in response, which told (Y/N) that he was more than happy with the terms. She pulled away, an innocent smile on her face as she took his hands and guided him into another dance. He couldn’t help but smile back at her. As much as he wanted to go back to his trailer and take that dress off of her, he was happy to be here with her. Actually, he was just lucky to have her. She was probably the best thing that could’ve ever happened to him.

Maybe school dances aren’t all that bad then, he thought to himself. As long as I have her.

[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 2

Word Count: 2k

Warnings:  mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of bodily fluids.

“Fuck…”

Chris watched you like a hawk as the smallest of snores passed your lips.  He smiled from his spot at the foot of the bed. 

Shortly after you had fallen asleep, he’d gently spread you out on the bed so he could watch himself spilling from between your thighs. 

He was obsessed with the amount of chemistry the two of you shared; and even more so with watching the after-effects of your relations spilling from your thoroughly used hole.

He smiled to himself, watching your body.  He could picture you months from now, swelling with his child, his seed still spilling from your core because he couldn’t get enough.  And neither could you.

The two of you had made a mess of the bed, you in particular leaving his sheets all but soaked as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you, before finally spilling his seed in your tight, warm channel. 

But as you slept, part of him felt like the moment was so right.

You felt so right.

He knew that his decision to move forward in creating a family for himself had been the right one.

You looked at him owlishly as you were led into a room with a few other women. 

It felt more like a lineup as the company’s manager Elroy Petashnik had the half a dozen women that Chris and his mother had picked out.  

“You know, we don’t normally get a lot of parents coming in with their sons to pick out a girl…” Elroy chuckled as he gave Chris’ mother a tight-lipped smile, “Lisa-“

“You can call me Ms. C,” she said shortly, “and I came with my Christopher because this isn’t just a PR stunt.  He wants to settle down…start a family.  But he doesn’t want to just go on a dating site or meet someone off the street.  He’s assured me that your company is the best in…whatever this is.”

“Think of me like a matchmaker,” he smiled softly, “Chris’ manager came to me because of success with previous clients.”

“Which was why I helped him narrow it down,” she answered, “I trust his manager with helping him make business decisions.  One of these girls is to be part of our family.  So, consider this meeting a preliminary test of that.”

“Noted,” he replied gently, “the women we have gathered are from the age range, and specifications that were given to us-“

“There weren’t more women?” Lisa scoffed.

“Mom…”

“These were the women that Mr. Evans and yourself had previously okayed, and that were alright with the possibility of leaving the company and having children,” Mr. Petashnik finished as Chris’ eyes trailed the line of women, stopping nearly at the end, his eyes meeting yours, “Mr. Evans, Ms. C, do you two have any initial questions before we go any further into this?”

You were gentle in how you raised your hand. 

The other women avoided eye contact with you, the girls on either side, taking a step away from you and how you’d drawn the attention to yourself.  They were having a discussion like the lot of you weren’t in the room, and while you had agreed to be put in the situation, you did in fact have questions of your own.

“Yes?” Chris asked softly, instantly drawn in by you.

“I just want to know how serious you are about this, Mr. Evans?” you asked softly.

Chris’ brow rose as he looked at you, “excuse me?”

“While I’m entirely open to the idea of settling down, I am curious about your motives,” you replied honestly, “I’m sure all of us have seen the type of situations you put yourself into with stories of you in the tabloids…and the characters you play aren’t a far cry from the press you get, are they?  I guess, what I’m asking is, are you looking for a hole to fill, or a wife?”

Lisa laughed, clearly amused by how you were unafraid in addressing her son.  But Chris crossed his arms, trying to keep his cool, “I can assure you, that I’m looking to settle down.  But out of curiosity, what character exactly are you referring to?”

“I’m sure we’ve all seen Not Another Teen Movie,” you giggled softly, “you seem quite like Jake Wyler…”

“You think I’m just some empty-headed guy looking for a quick fix or a woman to change on a bet?”

“Well, you aren’t looking for a banana split!” you teased softly.  Lisa laughed from beside her son, making a comment about ‘liking you already.’

“Don’t worry…I’ll save the banana split for the third date!” he teased; his own smile unable to be held back by how you challenged him.  His eyes fell away from yours as he tried to look at the other women in the group to see if they had any fire to them, “does anyone else have any questions?”

“Chris…”

He shifted in his chair, his attention going from your core to your eyes, and how you were sitting up, sleepily wiping your eyes. 

He hadn’t realized how his throat went dry. 

Or how he had been lost in his train of thought, thinking about the first time he’d met you, and how far the two of you had come in just those two months of interviews and two weeks of being together. 

“Hmm?”

“A-are you watching me sleep again?”

A blush rose to his cheeks, and he nervously bit his upper lip as he eyed you down, “Maybe…”

“You watching it slip out of me won’t keep it in or speed up the process that we’re going through,” you teased, “it won’t knock me up any faster.”

“Only one way to do that!” he smirked, sitting forward, “knocking you up, that is.  And that means me putting even more in any time I see it slipping out of you…”

“Well, what are you doing out of bed then, big guy?” you asked gently, motioning for him to come back to bed, “waiting for all of your hard work to make an appearance before you slide back in?”

Chris chuckled to himself for a moment before standing from his chair and walking over to the side of the bed, where the blanket had fallen off during the heat of the moment hours earlier. 

“You’re tired!” he reminded you as he slipped onto the bed; the mattress dipping ever so slightly as his weight added to it, “I’m not going to make you even more exhausted…”

“Please do,” you grinned, “I love how well I sleep after I’ve been thoroughly tired out!”

“Yeah?” he asked, “you know…I never noticed it until earlier, but you have the cutest, small little snores when I fuck all the energy out of you…”

“Oh, do I?”

He nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, “yes…and honestly, I’m not sure whether I like having sex with you more, or watching how peaceful you are after we’ve gone a few rounds…”

“Chris Evans…wants to take breaks during sex?” you teased, pressing another kiss to his lips, “who is this man, and what has he done to the future father of my child?”

“Made him sentimental, is all…at least a little bit,” he shrugged gently, “Makes my urge to fill you even stronger…but I’m not going to just cum in you because I can…”  

“I thought you wanted to use me all the time!” you answered, reminding him of the conversation the two of you had during one of the final interviews, “remember?  What happened to that man?”

“Exclusivity!” he said slowly, eyeing your reaction, as he looked over the checklist he’d created for the final interview, “what are your thoughts on it?”

“If you really do want to have children and settle down, then it’s the only right answer.  At least if you want a promise that any child would be yours genetically,” you replied gently, “that is still what you want, isn’t it?”

“It is,” he agreed, “just-last interview I guess it took one of the girls off guard when I mentioned it.  She seemed to think that she would be able to take bookings outside of that.”

“I read up on what the BCD contract is,” you admitted, “ I know that it refers to far more than just the standard PR contract. Pretty much it would be me agreeing to leave the company for minimum of a year.  It buys you exclusive rights to me and that time is allotted for you and I to come to a decision on children.”

“You’d move in with me.”

“I assumed as much,” you laughed softly, “you’re okay with paying the short-notice clause on my lease to get me out of it?”

“And I’d pay first and last if it doesn’t work out to ensure that you’re okay,” he reminded you, “that’s still part of the deal.”

“So…if I pass the final interview,” you shrugged, giving him a soft look, “when would this…start?”

“This?” he asked, his brow raising.

“This,” you replied, gesturing between the two of you, “the past few months, you’ve gotten to know me and a few of the other girls.  I’m assuming since it’s down to me and Violet, that you’re almost at a decision and this is the final one…you already interviewed her…and you’re still interviewing me…and since you said that you spoke to the ‘other girl,’ and she had exclusivity issues, that it’s me or you going back to square one…so…when would ‘we’ start?  Officially?”

“As a couple?” he asked, ignoring how you had managed to sort out that even though he had interviewed Violet he was less than impressed with her inability to keep up her charade of what was supposed to be her personality.

“As a couple…moving in…trying for what you really want, Mr. Evans?”

“Chris…” he said softly, “it’s not about just what I want though.  You have to want this too in order for it to work.  I want a wife…not just a baby-making machine.”

“Chris…” you urged him, “if I didn’t want this, I would have said no after the first interview, or backed out months ago.”

He nodded, “We’d go over the rough draft of the contract…we both make any amendments and sign it this week…but I’ve already handed over final payment to Petashnik.  Realistically, I’d want you to move in with me tonight…we’d ‘start’ right now.”

“Okay…”

“Okay?” he asked, his own chuckle passing his lips, “you sound awfully alright with that.  That isn’t short notice?”

“Chris…you’ve been interviewing me for two months…and quite honestly, a lot of those interviews, felt more like dates than anything else…haven’t they?”

He sat there for a moment, thinking about it. 

He nodded.

You were right.

In the time that he’d spent interviewing you and the other women, they had been like small dates.  Sure, they were all inside the office, but it felt like he’d gotten to know you in an intimate setting.  In one where it felt very much like he was already dating you.  A few of the times there had even been drinks and dinner involved.

“Sex…”

You laughed, “yeah?  What about it?”

“We haven’t had it yet…”

“I’m fully aware, Christopher.”

The way you said his name made a shiver run down his spine.  It made something deep within himself wake up and snap to attention. 

“I want you available at all times…” he said quickly, “is that okay?”

“Well…you did want to settle down…have children,” you offered with a shrug, “I would expect that we have a lot of sex if we’re trying for kids.”

“Wh-what if I wanted to….and you were asleep…”

“You could wake me up,” you offered, “or not…and just do it…”

His brow raised, “Really?”

You nodded, “Sure…I mean…we’d be dating, right?  On our way to becoming married?  And we’re trying to have a kid…I wouldn’t expect you to wait…or so much as waste a drop…”

“Right…”

“Chris…” He hummed against you.  Your hand reached up and gently stroked his cheek, pulling his cerulean eyes toward your own, “are you okay?”

He nodded, giving you a soft, delicate look, “Yeah…yeah…I just…I’ve been thinking about us a lot…”

You giggled, “we’ve only been together for two weeks, Chris.  We just finished the final draft of the contract and signed it last week…”

“I know…”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Honestly?”

You nodded, your eyes meeting his once more, and he noted the slightest bit of worry, “Chris…is everything okay?”

“I think I love you, (Y/N.)”

Chapter 3

[beplerblurbs]

Hello could I request 5. “Let’s go home” “I’m already home” with Kamden if that’s possible?

overnight n.kd

pairing: officeworker!kamden x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: some swearing!

wc: idk yet!

a/n: hii sorry for the inactiveness ive been busy working pls understand <3 requests r slowly being done

“and i expect it done, on my desk, by 9 in the morning.” your daunting boss leers over you and your co-worker.

you made a mistake with a research report that would displace 2 weeks of worth down the drain… and now you needed to redo the whole thing, in less than 24 hours.

your upset boss sits back down in their luxurious leather seat, oozing with cockiness. “you can leave now.”

both of you left the room, closing the door softly. you hear a heavy sigh of frustration in your right ear. “are you okay y/n?” you pout to him.

pouting to a co-worker would be unprofessional but this was kamden. your long-term boyfriend.

you guys started dating shortly after you joined the company, but being a very professional space, you both felt like keeping it a secret would be best.

“i guess,” you look around to see if anyone was around, seeing no one you fix his glasses and caress his cheek, “how about you? you put in so much work into this.”

he gives you a small smile, “yeah, but what can i do right? we can do this babe, don’t worry, we have each other right?” kamden plays with your fingers.

you peer over his shoulder and see a co-worked, you quickly raise ur eyebrows as a signal to switch personas and act like you’re talking about work, walking off to your desks in separate areas of the office.

you both put in extra effort into replacing the improper research report with all the adjustments but it’s taking time. eventually its 10pm, only just over halfway done, but with no sign of stopping.

your co-workers gave you their condolences about the mishap. one of them, taerae, was nice enough to drop off some extra gimbap before heading home.

you’re both stuffing your faces with it while working away at your screens.

by 3 am you had finished your portion of the work, waiting for your boyfriend to finish up his own.

he turns for a second, even with sleepy dark eyes, illuminated by his computer screen, he was still as attractive and endearing as ever. “you can go home first y/n, i dont want to keep you up.” he turns back to his work.

you could see he looked uncomfortable being up for so long, he also gave you his sweater because you felt cold, but you could also see the goosebumps on his arm as he typed away.

you hum in response, you sneak away to the office kitchen where you make a hot tea for him, and sneak into taerae’s locker to find a blanket, he also gets cold easily, and has it in his lap when the boss isn’t around.

taerae would kill you tomorrow for taking his things, but you’re boyfriend was more important.

when kamden sees a sudden steamy drink in front of him, along with a soft blanket around his shoulders, being laid on properly by a pair of familiar loving hands, he leans his cheek on one of the hands.

“i love you y/n you know?” he takes a sip of the tea and gets back to work. he felt so loved and appreciated especially in this time when your boss had be such as asshole, at least you were doing it together. he couldn’t have asked for a better partner in crime

“i love you too, i’ll stay here ‘till you’re done,” you smile at him, taking a seat in the desk chair next to him. you make sure he doesn’t make mistakes as he’s super fatigued

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“DONE! lets get this shit printed and out on their desk,” you with half asleep eyes jump up when kamden yells.

you see the clock says around 5 am. he drags you to the printer so you guys can put it into a folder and hand it in. silly enough he still has the blanket on his shoulders.

kamden lays the final down nicely on your boss’ desk and close the door behind him. the report is now in the past.

“y/n, thank you again, you’ve worked so hard,” kamden quickly engulfs you in a tight hug with the blanket, and doesn’t seem to be letting go soon.

“you too, i don’t know how you stay focused for so long… let’s go home now,” kamden shakes his head.

you tilt your head, super confused.

kamden wraps you in his arms with the blanket. “i’m already home,” he smiles before giving you a warm kiss.

you giggle, “you’re cheeky babe… but please i’m tired im calling in sick, our boss sucks ass”

kamden huffs in agreement keeping you by the shoulder as you guys leave the office. taerae can get back his stuff later.

[whatdudtheysay]

First time I've ever even uploaded on here - if u wanna see my story on ao3 just ask 🤍

College au, slight inexperienced reader, use of aphrodisiac, roofie, sex, Michael being hot asf

Not t proofread so sorry about spelling/ grammar errors.

- Michael afton - MichaelxF!reader

Part 2

How had you gotten into this position with your 'friend with benefits' ?

Well let's begin from the start.

You're in your first year of college and living on campus has quite a lot of benefits, such as parties. You and everyone else on campus were the first to know.

Frat boys blasting music throughout the campus open grounds whilst inviting basically everyone to their house party downtown, so by the end of the week it wasn't a surprise that everyone was talking about it.

So you weren't surprised when your friends came bursting in your room, annoying you with the usual "let's go shopping!" pleas.

Eventually you caved in and despite knowing it'll hurt your financial pocket, you decided it'd also get your mind off the sudden and forced adjustment to your new schedule and upcoming tests.

Also because your friends told you a certain Afton boy would be attending the party as well.

After spending hours in the mall, mainly because of your friends taking time trying on new dresses, you decided to go with a tight denim skirt and a tight white sleeveless sweetheart top. The blue and white combo never really failed.

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You'd be lying if you didn't say you regretted coming. Only a bit. Your heels were basically killing your ankles and the skirt seemed to lose a few inches in length, making it raise up slightly if you tried bending slightly, basically giving anyone a free show when you wanted to sit down on a couch.

The second worse thing was your girlfriends ditching you. Their boyfriends and crushes showed up shortly after your arrival and they immediately went into different rooms with them, meaning they were either fucking of getting drunk somewhere.

And the last was David. One of your girlfriends boyfriends friends. He had always shown interest to you. Even when you purposely act dry to get him off your back. Despite him being somewhat your type, his personality cut him down to size. He was the stereotypical rich frat boy who loved sports and hooking up with any girl who batted their lashes and rubbed their ass in his face. He wasn't going to be your next boyfriend. That's good certain.

"hey, earth to y/n-" David called out to you, waving a hand in front of your face.

"oh. Sorry. Zoned out for a second there." You mumbled, looking into your glass that contained a light purple liquid.

You didn't even know what it was since you weren't that big on alcohol at all, leaving David to get one for you.

"Was asking you about your course." He smiled, taking a sip from his beer.

You shrugged, already bored of the topic. You came here to have fun, not sit here with a guy you're barely interested in and talk about school.

You raised the glass to your lips and downed all the contents, the sweet drink lightly burning the back of your throat.

"It's alright but I'd rather not talk about it. Wanna dance?"

Before he could even answer, you had pushed your empty glass into his hand and off the couch and walking to the main floor, deliberately sliding into the crowd in hopes of losing him.

Luckily, fate was on your side because after checking for David, you realized he hadn't followed you.

Instead of dancing like your original plan was, you decided to take a quick look around for Michael. Sadly, he wasn't anywhere to be seen.

'I swear if Lorie lied to me about Michael-'

"y/n!"

You wanted to kill yourself.

"David! There you are. Why didn't you keep up with me?" You asked, a fake smile being plastered on your lips.

"sorry. Just had a hard time finding you." He sighed, his eyes scanning over me and resting at my revealed cleavage.

Boys.

"You wanna dance now?"

Was there really no escaping him?

"sorry. I'm feeling just a bit tired now."

David frowned slightly but decided to throw an arm around my shoulder, making me tense up.

"you wanna go upstairs? Or I can take you back to campus."

You shook your head, awkwardly trying to get away from him but David wouldn't let you go.

"Maybe another drink will let you relax?"

You nodded and thankfully David let go, allowing you to breathe something other than his intoxicating cologne.

You watched him walk into the kitchen before quickly pulling your phone out of your purse.

You dialed Lorie - your closest friend out of the group.

To your surprise she picked up almost straight away.

"Lorie ?"

Instead of Lorie's voice you heard her boyfriend - Gavin.

"y/n?"

"where's Lorie?"

"She's taking a shower, we went back to her place. Everything good?"

You mentally cursed yourself for thinking this whole thing was a good idaa

Last time your friends use Michael to bribe you.

"it's fine. Just wanted to... check-up on her. Have a nice night." You awkwardly lied, ending the call after.

Before you could think of calling any other friends, David was by your side, pushing another drink into your hands.

"enjoy."

You nodded and quickly took a few sips, a weird and slightly saltier taste coming from the drink.

After finishing your drink and forcing yourself through awkward talk with David, you looked over the crowd again.

He should be here..

"Who you looking for?" David asked.

"oh....uhm. My friends told me that Michael would be here." You admitted guiltily, downing the rest of the drink.

You weren't even leading him on so why did you feel slightly ashamed?

David nodded before his face turned to one of recognition.

"why didn't you say so? When you disappeared I ran into him. He was kinda tipsy so he must've gone upstairs to rest-"

"really? Can you take me?" You asked, ignoring the sudden warm feeling in your stomach.

His brow furrowed but he just nodded.

David lead you through the crowd, his hand around you wrist in a firm hold. You both got upstairs, passing by multiple drunk students before you got to an empty room.

"where's Michael?" You asked, massaging your aching temple. You had only had two drinks. Why was your head pounding?

David just laughed, closing the door behind you both before turning on the lights, allowing you to see that there really wasn't anyone there.

"Michael isn't here princess."

You turned around quickly to see David in front of you, an annoyed look on his face.

"Had to admit. Didn't know Michael already got to you first but...I guess I don't mind taking Afton's sloppy seconds." He sighed, shrugging off his jacket.

Your heart began to pound harder, beads of sweat forming at your brow.

"what're you talking about?"

David laughed once more.

"what? You really believed my whole lie? Jeez I guess little sluts like you really are stupid.

You narrowed your eyes at him before trying to leave the room, only to be pushed back by David.

"Sorry princess. Can't let you leave. Besides, we don't want that aphrodisiac to waste."

You were about to question it but then you suddenly linked everything.

The drink

David grabbed your arm and without thinking twice, you launched your leg against his crotch, making him practically scream in pain before falling to the ground, allowing you to run out of the room. You glanced back and while doing so, you bumped into someone.

And that someone was no other than Michael Afton himself.

Your arms immediately went around his waist, hugging him tight.

"Michael! Oh my gosh. I thought you weren't here."

Michael was shocked at the suddenness of it all but wrapped his arms around your shaking frame.

"what's wrong, love?"

Your throat went dry, eyes glassing over as you glanced over at the open door.

"let's go. Please."

Michael seemed confused and was about to go over to the room but you knew if he knew what happened he'd cause a scene. A loud and violent one. Even though nothing would be more satisfying than seeing David get what he deserves, you were still in pain and frustration from the drug David had put in your drink.

"Please. Just drop it for now. Let's go to my dorm."

Michael was about to ask more questions but he saw how persistent you were and decided to drop it. For now. He'd get the information off of you sooner or later.

So now you were sat on your bed, makeup wipes in hand whilst you cleaned off all the contents, Michael sat besides you patiently.

Once you had finished Michael glanced at you before taking a deep breath.

"you ready?"

You nodded slightly before spilling everything. How you were trying to shrug David off all night which resulted in him drugging you and taking you to that room.

After you finished, you saw Michael's expression. Mad. Maybe even more than mad. He looked like he wanted to kill David and you were scared of it actually happening.

Michael's eyes met yours and one look at your teary eyes was enough to make him thaw.

"I'm sorry, baby....if I was there."

He trailed off and instead took you into his arms. Unfortunately, that made your situation no better, your body heating up at an alarming rate as the effects of the aphrodisiac began to settle in.

"Michael.." you mumbled. "I need your help."

Michael let go of you, allowing you to kick off your heels and push yourself onto the middle of the bed, your legs slightly spreading in shame.

"please.."

He blinked a couple times before slightly chuckling.

"are you sure...this is ok?" He asked, running a hand up the front of your calf.

Your breath hitched.

"Yes. Please do something."

Michael seemed slightly reluctant. He didn't want to take advantage of you in anyway but seeing you laid on the bed just for him had his mind whirring, especially since you both hadn't fucked in a long time.

Which was Michael's exaggerated way of saying a week.

He climbed on top of you, sparing no more time. His hands tore down your top, moving to attack your skirt, throwing your clothes over his shoulder. His eyes locked onto your chest before a smug grin appeared on his face.

"no bra, hm? Naughty girl."

You moaned once his mouth attached to your nipple, one of his hands kneading your breast whilst his unoccupied one moved to pull off your underwear.

You aided him in his task, kicking off your panties once they got to ankle level. This only made Michael's smirk grow.

"You want my cock that bad, huh?" He questioned after moving away from your breasts.

You nodded, brows knitted together whilst you rolled you hips up slightly.

"I need you right now Michael-" you begged, hands going between your legs.

You were drenched.

He sighed, clicking his tongue after.

He moved away from you and spread your legs, impatiently taking off his shirt and belt after, allowing you to get the golden view of Michael's slender but well built chest.

"Since you want it that bad..." Michael hummed, pulling down his jeans and boxers. "I'll give it to you.

Your eyes locked on his semi hard cock that had the slightest ooze of precum coming from the tip.

You whimpered at the sight. Michael was big, no doubt about it. His length and girth alone was enough to take away your confidence. How the fuck were you gonna be able to do this without any prep?

"Don't tap put on me now." Michael noted, his hand moving to give himself a few pumps, his dick twitching in response.

"I'm not-" You defended, eyes never leaving his dick.

Michael laughed in response before spreading your legs wider.

"we'll see, princess."

Michael wasted no time. His tip collecting your arousal before pushing against your entrance, a sharp stretch coming from deep within that had you wanting to run away, Michael's strong hold on your hips being the only thing that kept you in place.

His sudden intrusion had your eyes rolling back, incoherent whimpers already leaving your mouth.

"Don't tell me you already came, love?" Michael taunted, groaning at the way you sucked him in greedily.

"fuck- Michael-" you hissed, your stomach convulsing with every inch he fed you.

"shit- Knew this pussy loved my cock. Can't get enough, can it-?" He groaned harder, his grip tightening with every squeeze your walls gave him. You'll definitely need a massage after. "Haven't even started fucking you and you already came."

Your breaths became shallow once Michael pulled out, his tip just appearing before he bottomed out inside of you again.

You cursed, head falling against your plush pillows whilst Michael bullied his cock along your walls, grunts leaving his lips whilst his hips became almost feral, causing more tears to fall from your eyes.

"you love it, don't you princess?" He moaned, mind clouding over at the way your pussy gushed around him. "Love the way I fuck you."

You closed your eyes, gripping his arm tightly whilst another orgasm sped through you.

"Yea, Michael - Shit-" You clamped harder on his arm once he hit that spongy spot deep inside you, pushing you over the edge completely, your walls squeezing him tightly again.

Michael laughed slightly before moaning, watching the way his dick disappeared inside you, a white ring coating the base of his dick. You whined at the feeling of being overstimulated but tried to push it aside as your pussy twitched for more.

"shit, Princess. This tight pussy's gonna. Make me-"

Michael slowed his movements, shallow groans and curses being murmured whilst his hands moved to squeeze your breasts.

"fuck, princess. Gonna cum-" he warned, hips picking up speed. "Where do you want it?"

"inside, please! Give it to me-"

Your moans and legs locking around his hips were all Michael needed as confirmation, he pushed deeper into you, his hard thrusts never giving up as he chased his orgasm.

Soon enough, you heard those familiar grunts that you loved and it wasn't long before Michael's lips met yours, just as spurts of his cum spilled into you, silencing both of your moans.

Michael broke the kiss, resting his head against your neck whilst you both took deep breaths. After a while, he moved off of you, pulling out of your sore hole. The feeling of his seed pouring out made you shiver.

Your eyes fluttered, sleep wanting to cover over you but Michael had other plans, pushing his dick back into your entrance.

You grunted in surprise, your eyes suddenly locking his.

"Michael-" you whimpered, trying to move away from him. "Too much-"

Just one more round baby. Got my cock so hard just looking at my cum come outta this cute little pussy. Besides...you need a new load down here." He groaned, hips already thrusting in and out of you.

You whimpered, nodding slightly in response as hot pleasure gathered in the pit of your stomach again.

Michael had such a weird effect on you. Even though your relationship was strictly just sex and being friends, you'd do basically anything you asked, as did he.

Michael gave a direct thrust that hit your sweet spot, taking you away from your thoughts.

"cmon, baby. Focus on me."

You nodded, blinking away tears that began to form, your hands moving to hold his. He reciprocated your gesture, his palm covering yours as his thrusts met his former feral pace, his hand moving down to touch your clit. The mix of his hard thrusts and attention to your clit had you seeing stars, another orgasm creeping up on you.

"Michael!" You mewled. "Gon- gonna cummm ohh fuckk"

"That's right, love. Cum on my cock-"

He didn't have to tell you twice. You came hard around him, eyes rolling back as he fucked you through your high.

Your pussy squeezing around him was all the stimulation Michael needed for him to cum again, his seed shooting deep inside you.

Both of your bodies shook against each other as the pleasure slowly washed through you. Michael got himself together and pulled out of you, fingers pushing his cum back inside.

"Guess this calls for plan b, hmm?"

You nodded.

As much as you loved the feeling and experience of Michael filling you to the brim with his cum, both of you didn't plan on having kids at all anytime soon.

"I'll get you some in the morning," Michael yawned slightly, moving off the bed.

"let's get you cleaned up."

The rest of the night was Michael helping you in the shower and giving you a massage, paying extra attention to your hips that were becoming a deep purple, tucking you both into bed after and making sure to give you much deserved cuddles.

Despite your situationship with Michael being quite confusing and frustrating at times, these were the moments both of you could appreciate.

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Tysmmm for reading - omg

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If anyone wants a part 2 lemme know 🤷🏾‍♀️

[sp4ceboo]

You're Not The Only One

A/N: my apologies for the millions of time skips, this was originally two parts but i merged it

Warnings: swearing, loneliness, self harm (with a taser and with blades), so much pain im sorry, sleep depriavtion to another level, more pain, this shit is so damn painful ok be warned,

Word count: <3500

Your eyes are drooping as you shade them against the sun. Above you, a ship so battered you're surprised it's still airborne is descending, and you reach for the cup of caf beside you, gulping down the last of its cold dregs before groaning and rubbing your eyes. You work and live alone, so no one's around to look after you, to make sure that you get some sleep, to see the burns on your forearms. As a result of your damned isolation, and the fact that their are rumours about you being the best and the fastest mechanic in the galaxy, you constantly have clients, and you constantly work on no sleep.

In fact, you can't remember the last time you had a full night's sleep.

Or half a night's sleep.

Or an hour of sleep.

Actually, excluding blinking, the last time in your recent memory that you closed your eyes was when you sneezed an hour ago because of the dust that flew off your bed as you stumbled past.

Smiling tiredly, you look up as the ship lands. You're not quite sure why your eyes can't focus on the Mandalorian's helmet as he walks down the ramp, but you run a hand through your hair and tug hard at the whispy strands to wake yourself up at least a tiny bit. Appraising the man's ship, you raise your eyebrows as he approaches, dropping your gaze to give him a once over. Somewhere in your half functioning brain, you realise that he's the itimidating type of attractive, and that if he wasn't paying you, he'd be the type you'd try to woo into bed, just for the fun of it.

But right now, even the thought of a Mandalorian in your bed doesn't break through the thick, clinging fog in your head.

'I assume you're here for repairs,' you say, forcing an echo of brightness into your voice. 'Well, I didn't come for a free blowjob,' he mutters, or maybe you imagine it. 'What?' You ask, feeling awake for once in the last seventy two hours. 'Yes,' he replies shortly, in a way that tells you, no, you had not misheard him. 'I'm here for repairs. No droids.' You huff a laugh. 'You see any droids, tin can? It's just me in this miserable hangar.' He grunts. 'Good.' You squint at him. 'Need a place to stay, Mando? I could use some extra credits.' He shrugs. 'How much?' 'Oh, just fifty credits or so,' you estimate.

He'll find that it's cheaper than any of the rates he'll find in town. For some reason, you want him to stay, either because your addled brain has taken on the challenge of wooing him into your bed, or just because his presence is filling up the room in a way that makes you grateful, because it feels like you haven't had any sentient in years. The Mandalorian tilts his head in a nod, and you smile, clapping your hands together.

'Alright then. I'll start up on your ship, and you can wander around or whatever until you want to turn in for the night.' 'Thank you,' he says. 'I'll be back by nightfall.'

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Pressing the black metal to your skin, you grit your teeth against the pain and ignore the way your muscles jump and spasm as the taser's white light flashes in your eyes. With a gasp, you drop it back down next to your refilled cup of caf. It's been a while since you took the taser out, but work has been busy recently, and you need to stay awake to get this Mandalorian's ship fixed. You're not afraid of the scars any more; it's more necessary for you to keep yourself conscious and working, and besides, the caf stopped being effective two hours ago.

A new dose of adrenaline from the pain the taser caused you streams through your system, and ignoring the smoking mark on your skin and the jittering in your fingers, you stand. The Mandalorian said he'd be back by nightfall, but the moon is high in the sky now. Something tells you that he's out hunting a bounty that gave him more trouble than he expected, so you decide to get back to work on his Razor Crest. When he landed it in your hangar, it was crumbling apart with startling speed - a panel had actually crashed to the ground when he was still twenty feet up in the air. Now, one side is already fixed up and gleaming, ridded of the awful carbon scoring slashing across the silver metal, and the other side is well on its way, the wires sorted neatly and all holes soldered up and patched.

To him, you're sure he'll see it as a miracle. To you, it's just the smell of your own burnt flesh each time you taser yourself.

You need this. You need the constant grind of work, you need your hands always full of the wiring of some ship, otherwise you'll go spiralling; the loneliness will bring you to your knees, the hollow rooms of your hangar will stare at you accusingly, your empty heart will torment you until you're screaming for it to stop. The pain from the taser hardly stings compared to the ache in your chest.

You're own heartbeat feels like a chant: alone, alone, alone, alone -

You gasp as you press the taser to your arm, the inside of your skull lighting up bright white as the energy courses through you. Blood fills your mouth from where you've bitten your tongue, and you wash it down along with the bitter taste of isolation with a sip of caf. Glancing over your shoulder as you brace yourself against the table, panting, you glimpse the silhouette of the Mandalorian as he approaches.

Shit. Did he see you taser yourself? Shame rockets through you, sharp like the edge of a knife, and you dig your knuckles into your eyes. Don't be ashamed, you tell yourself. You're just doing what he's paying you to do.

But other mechanics don't do this to themselves, do they?

No, of course they don't. Ironic, that you're alone in your loneliness. No one's there to share your solitude, because then it wouldn't be solitude, would it? No one's there to witness your pain, because then you wouldn't do such things to yourself. You'd be too embarassed, too conscious of another presence, because you don't know how to act around people who care for you any more - and the reason for that is that there is simply no one who does. Your work has become your life, the broken down ships your family, and even they leave you once you fix them. No one is even present long enough to watch your steady decline, to see the dark circles grown beneath your hollow eyes, because once you fix their ship in lightning speed, they're gone again, their bags of credits the only remnant of company.

'You're... you're fast,' a voice says behind you. You turn around with a forced smile. 'That I am.' 'It's barely been a day,' he says. 'Do you know what time it is?'

This time an edge of something like concern fills his voice. You're speechless. Maybe you're imagining it, because why would a Mandalorian, a man who won't even show you his face or give you his name, be worried about you? Stars, you're just the mechanic he hired, and forget that you're unnaturally fast, forget the damned scars littering your forearms, you're just a stranger, just a person in an orange jumpsuit smeared with oil who he could have met on the street.

'No,' you mumble. 'I don't know what time it is.'

He tilts his head, and you get the impression that he's studying you, that he's looking at you like no one has for a long time. You can't help but wonder if it's because he saw the light of your taser, and for a moment you entertain the thought that he might think you were torturing some slave you had in your cellar which you made do all your work for you. But that's ridiculous. If anyone's the slave, it's your body; the slave driver is your unrelentless mind, and you're trapped in the never ending cycle of fixing ships, drinking caf and tasering yourself until eventually, you'll drop dead where you stand. You haven't tried counting the scars on your arms - the old or the new ones - but you know that many taser bolts can't be healthy. And still, you carry on.

'Hey, you wanted a place to stay, right?' He nods. 'Yeah.' 'Right this way,' you say, gesturing inside. 'Welcome to my humbe abode, Mando.' 'You - you live here alone?' Your throat closes up. 'Yup.'

Mando looks at you again, and somehow that blasted helmet seems to convey something like empathy. It's then that it occurs to you that he's all alone too, surrounded by the silver walls of his ship and the silver slabs of his armour. Maybe he knows what it's like to feel that soul crushing loneliness... Or maybe he's just happy with his solitude, like you wish you could be. Maybe he's happy to be alone with his thoughts.

'In here,' you say, pointing into your bedroom. You'd changed the sheets, and although you don't have another bed for yourself, you doubt you'll be sleeping. 'Where are you sleeping?' He asks. 'In my room,' you lie. 'Mm,' he hums, casting his gaze around. Your room isn't specifically personalised to yourself, there are no heirlooms, no keepsakes; you've been alone what feels like your whole life, but under his scrutinous gaze, the dust on the bedside table could be your dearest possession. 'I'll go, now,' you say quickly. 'I want to work a little more on your ship.' 'A little more, or the whole night?' You freeze. 'Uh - we'll - we'll see.' You turn, pausing in the doorway, looking back at him. 'Sweet dreams, Mando.'

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The sun has been up for precisely an hour when he walks out into the hangar, looking identical to the way he looked the night before. Unruffled, cool, layered in that deadly silver armour. His gaze piercing right into you, spilling secrets you keep even from yourself, pins you down as much as it did yesterday, and you fiddle with the spanner in your hands.

'I finished up with your ship.' He cocks his head. 'And you didn't sleep.' You grow angry under his scrutiny. 'Anything wrong with that?' 'No, except for the fact I bet you haven't slept in three days.' You chuck your spanner into the toolbox. 'Whatever. I'm not some lab womp rat for you to inspect and dissect with your words, Mando.'

Striding past him, you head for the shelter of your caf maker, but he catches your wrist as you pass. Pain splinters through you as his fingers press into your most recent wounds, and you gasp, slapping his hands off you, backing away as he glances sharply towards you, head cocked at the sound of your harsh inhale. No, no, no, he can't see you like this, he can't find out about the scars on your forearms, he can't -

'What's this?'

Your world shatters. In his orange tipped gloves is your taser. Everything disintigrates then, everything you've built around yourself to hide your aching fatigue, your aching loneliness, dissolving because of two small words and a tiny gadget in a masked man's fingers. You want to collapse, to fall into the dust beneath your feet and plummet until even gravity grows tired of you. You want to smack him, to hit him, to say something, but all you do is stare. Stare and stare and stare, your eyes wide with panic.

Finally, your brain catches up, and you take a step back. 'You know what that is.' You spit. 'You know what it means, too. You know what I use it for, you know how I work so bloody fast, so don't fucking ask me what it is when you know full well!' You scream. 'Or maybe you like it, huh? You like the fact that my eyes are bloodshot and I can't stand up without a cup of caf and my fingers won't stop shaking and my head spins every time I fucking move - is that it? Do you - '

'No.'

You freeze. You look down at the cuffs of your jumpsuit around your wrists, and slowly, you pull them up to your elbows. He takes your hand in his, gently turning your arm this way and that as he looks at your scars. Half expecting him to stare at them, disgusted, in the same way that you do, but he lets go of you after no longer than half a minute, slowly opening his arms. Something like hope shoots through you, and your legs buckle as you collapse into his embrace, sobs tearing through your tired husk of a body.

You're not sure you can remember the last time someone held you. The feel of a pair of arms around you is so unfamiliar that all you can do is tremble, fingers fisting in the Mandalorian's cloak as your face instinctively finds itself tucked into his neck, your head fitting perfectly under his chin. Maybe it's ridiculous how much you're trembling, maybe the dig of his armour into your ribs should be uncomfortable, but you don't care because he's letting you lean all your weight against him, he's letting you sob onto his shoulder, Maker, he's letting you cling onto him because he's the only lifeline you have left. It feels as if you've been teetering on the edge for so long, and you only realised how close you were to falling when he pulled you to safety. When he pulled you into his arms.

Mando slips his forearm beneath your knees, smoothly lifting you off the ground as he carries you back into your room, sitting down on your bed with you still in his lap.

'I knew this was your room, you know,' he says, stroking your hair as you curl up on his lap, unable to speak. 'I knew as soon as I saw you how many hours you had deprived yourself of sleep, because I used to do the same to myself. I... I would strap viroblades under my armour, so that if I relaxed for even a moment, the feel of the points against my skin would wake me up again. I thought I was the only one who... who did that to themselves.' He sighs. 'I'm not much better now, but I - I've stopped hurting myself. It's... not healthy, you know?'

It hits you then. This Mandalorian, this man who holds you in his arms has been through what you're going through, and he's living proof of someone who got through it. Your head spins, your chest heaves, and all you can focus on are his words: I thought I was the only one.

'You're not the only one,' he murmurs into your hair. 'There are millions like you out in the galaxy. There always will be. Don't forget that.' You look up at him then, tears in your eyes. 'I - I won't.' 'Good,' he says, and you get the impression he's smiling as he tucks you under the bed covers. 'Will you - will you come back?' You ask, voice small as he turns to the door. He glances over at you. 'Sure.'

You hum, finally letting your eyes close and tugging the blankets tight around you. Mando's soft chuckle is the last thing you hear, the gentle brush of fingers on your cheek the last thing you feel before you fall into the sweet bliss of sleep.

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When you wake up, there are only three things that signal he ever dropped by. The first is that the batteries have been taken out of the alarm clock by your bedside, the second is that the remains of the taser - which has been crushed under the heel of someone's boot - lie in the corner of the hangar, discreet enough for only you to notice them, and the third is a note.

It's written in black on a crinkled piece of paper, the letters scrawling yet easily legible, extending across the expanse of yellowed white like the stretching out of a bird's wings.

You're not the only one.

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You don't ever remember being so happy to see a ship. But now, as a familiar ship, glinting silver in the sunlight, touches down in your hangar, your face aches with how wide your smile stretches. The Razor Crest has been a regular appearance in the last few months, and each time it touches down, the burden you carry with you seems to disappear. Dropping the spanner in your hand, you race out into the sun as the cargo ramp lowers, not breaking your stride as you launch yourself at him, your bell like laughter ringing in harmony with his. He catches you in his arms, lifting your feet off the floor as he holds you tight to him. Squeezing your eyes shut, you relax into his grip, breathing in his scent.

'How are you?' Din asks. You smile. 'Good. Better now that you're here.'

Still looking at you, the T-shape of his visor boring into you, he reaches down and intertwines your fingers with his, lifting up your arm and pushing back your sleeve. The happiness sours on your tongue, and you look away, shame dyeing your cheeks red. Your other hand fists by your side, and you can't bear to meet his gaze as he stares down at the fresh wounds on your skin; less frequent than before, only two or three, but still, they aren't gone.

'Why did you have to look?' You whisper, your voice breaking as you pull out of his grasp. 'I want to look after you,' he answers simply. 'I want you to look after yourself.' 'Why does it matter to you, Din?' You demand. 'Why do you want that?' He pauses. 'You know why.'

You do. You heard him the first time you met - he was the first person who found out about the taser, he told you about how he kept himself awake, and somehow you still feel bitter that he had to check. Swiping tears out of your eyes, you turn away from him, waiting for him to touch your shoulder, do anything, but he just stands behind you, his presence large and expectant behind you. He's waiting for you to turn to him, because he knows you inevitably will, and for a moment, it hurts you deep inside that he knows you so intimately, knows every facet of your soul, and you spin around.

'Do you not trust me, Din?' You spit. 'Will you check my wrists every time you land your damned ship in this hangar? Because if so, get out, and don't come back.'

You stare up at him, and he towers at you, stoic and impossibly still. You feel terribly small, your words feel stupid and useless, bouncing off his beskar and lodging right back into you. The sunlight breaks through the clouds above and begins to reflect off his armour and into your eyes, and you tell yourself it's that that is making your eyes begin to water. You despise the way he's just standing there, lit by a column of golden light, as you crumble before him, the distance between you too far to cross.

'I trust you with my life,' he says softly. 'I just don't trust you with your own.'

And then he holds out his arms again, and it's like the first time. You're falling, and he's catching you, holding you tight and stroking your hair, grounding you and holding you down, keeping you from floating away in a sky of pain and sleepless nights. Whispering reassurance in your ear, he rocks you, his touch a sweet, steadying comfort.

'You're okay,' he whispers. 'It's okay, I'm proud of you, cyar'ika. I know it's hard to just stop, and you did so good, alright?' Gently, he prises you off him, holding you at arms' length and making sure you look at him. 'You know I can't destroy every single torch and whatever tools you use to solder ships,' he murmurs. 'So I want you to comm me every time you feel the urge to use them on yourself, and maybe we can keep you awake by talking together, okay?' You nod. 'O - okay.' He wipes your tears away with the back of his hand. 'I care about you a lot, sweetheart. I - I don't like to see you hurt.'

You stare up at him, his words washing over you, slowly circling in your thoughts. Sweetheart. He called you sweetheart. Your heart swells, and you curl your arms around him again, resting your head on his chest and threading your fingers through his.

'I - I care about you too, Din.'

And as he leans down, gently touching his forehead to yours, you know that under his helmet, his smile mirrors yours.