#and i think that always come through when you watch something tbh
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Thanks ďżźfor answering my question about Bridgerton. Really loved hearing your thoughts. I personally love lady featherten and I agree with you. I often am drawn to characters more specifically women who are really just survivors. The audience may think of them as villains, but thatâs not the case . Totally different vibes but Iâm actually in the middle of good girls season three so late to the game Ik, but low-key she reminds me a lot of Beth in many ways. I also agree with your take on Cressida .Wow that girl was going through it and it really sometimes felt like I was watching two different shows . I feel like the writers dropped the ball with her story and yes, Penelope giving her the money wouldâve been really great to see . thanks again and hope you have a great day.â¨âĽď¸
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You're very welcome, anon! Thanks for the ask.
It's actually one of the things I love about Penelope too is that she has a (not to quote IWTV, haha, but) sliver of coldness in her, which is generally on show with Lady Whistledown. She's so warm and compassionate broadly speaking, but it's that little shard of grit where she can write what she writes and expose people without all that much regard for the consequences - particularly when it's her own security at stake as it was with the modistes in s2 - that makes her compelling to me as a character. Like that's interesting to me, and I think it's one of the issues I had with s1 is that Daphne is, at least for most of the season, so without interiority and complexity.
I know that that's something people like about the books, but one of the problems with adapting such a frothy romance into a TV-series is that these sorts of romances are often low-stakes, low-conflict, which works for quick, breezy reads, but doesn't when you're trying to sell an 8-season show (+ spinoffs) to a mainstream audience. The writers are obviously searching for conflict points, and while I know a lot of people didn't really like the Featherington subplot in s2, I think it worked as a means of contextualising both Penelope as a person and her position in society ahead of her s3 arc.
Penelope's a lot more like her mother than she'd care to admit, and it's that ruthless ability to see a situation for what it is and figure out how to make it work for her that makes them both interesting as characters.
But ah! I'm delighted you're watching Good Girls!! I love that show an embarrassing amount, haha. It's imperfect, but I think was underrated in its time and will be one that people go back to because of the ways it explored class, crime and different aspects of womanhood while still being genuinely very funny. I can definitely see the similarities between Beth and Portia too (I actually had the thought as I was replying to you that Beth could've been Portia in a different era and place, haha).
Hope you're having a great day too <3
#i'm definitely drawn to women who are survivors too#i like 'em scrappy and a little hard and willing to do whatever it takes to reach a goal#but honestly - and i've been thinking about this a lot lately because i've watched some bad shows - i think the big thing for me#is care and understanding#in writing acting and directing#i think the writing for bridgerton is a mixed bag right?#but i think both the writers and polly walker understand portia and that they really care about her#and that comes through in the show#with cressida mmm i do think jessica madsen cares about her#but i don't believe that the writers did really#and i certainly don't think they understood her despite the backstory they wrote for her in s3#they threw some plot at her#that doesn't mean they actually know her as a character#and i think that always come through when you watch something tbh#bridgerton#welcome to my ama#bridgerton asks
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pairing: wolf!toji fushiguro x reader summary: wolfhybrid!toji, grumpy x sunshine again, animalistic behavior, bickering rheyaâs note: man i couldnât stop thinking about guard dog toji so it turned into a hybrid au! i canât see him as anything but a wolf/dog tbh. anyways i will def be writing more for this au hehe <33
youâve been hearing noises.
it sounds strange, but youâre sure that there is something lurking in the normally deserted alleyway next to your apartment. at first you brushed it off as people traveling through, but now you've noticed the sounds are constantâevery night.
youâre eating dinner when you hear the sounds of scuffling, followed by the yowl of a cat and realize youâre probably dealing with a stray looking for food.
so after you finish your meal, you put a bit of leftover fish in an old plate you seldom use, and take it outside. when you peer into the dark alley you donât see any catâitâs empty and quiet. you do notice a few scrapes on the walls and a couple of trash bins overturned, which means there definitely was some animal here.
maybe itâll come back, you think as you bend down and place the plate on the pavement. with one last backward glance at the deserted alleyway, you head inside and go to bed.
a fond smile stretches across your face when you notice the empty plate as youâre leaving for work the next morning.
it becomes a daily routine after that. every night before you go to bed you go out and leave a little plate of fish for the poor cat. and every morning youâre met with a licked clean plate.
even though you never do see the cat, you do feel a strange combination of accomplishment and affection for the poor thing. and your little routine runs smoothly for a couple weeksâyou have no complaints.
and then one night, when youâre going to drop off your little ration of the day, you see him. despite being hunched in a corner, he looms infinitely largeâheavy shoulders and muscles straining as they fill with tension at your presence. his eyes are strangely bright, crystalline jade narrowed into slits as they appraise you, teeth bared in feral anger. they snap and snarl at you in warning, and you freeze almost immediately.
heâs terrifyingâin a strangely gorgeous way.
dark furry ears are pointed up straight, twitching with the sound of your movements, and a warning growl bounces over the walls.
you raise your hands, ignoring the tremble, the instinct to run. âi justâŚâ you keep your voice low, choosing to lightly shake the little plate you have in your hand. green eyes dart overâanother snarl, a flick of a tail.
you slowly crouch and place the plate onto the ground, before backing awayâyouâre not trying to get attacked by a clearly feral hybrid.
he snarls and growls until you are well out of sight.
when youâre back in the safety of your apartment you almost laugh, heart pounding with disbelief. you thought youâd been feeding a stray catâbut no, itâs a hybrid. a big one, predatory in all aspects. you couldnât see much in the dark lighting of the alley but the ears looked distinctly canineâwith the addition of the teeth, claws, and tail, youâre almost sure he is some kind of dog or wolf or whatever.
dangerous for sure.
sensibly, you should probably stop feeding him so he doesnât stick around. but stupidly, you canât help it.
the next night you leave another plate. heâs not there this time, but you leave it just in case heâs lurking.
the following night his green eyes remain narrowed on your figure as you returnâstill snarling as he watches you.
youâre not fazed.
(tell that to your racing heart.)
over the course of the next few weeks, you repeat this process, not really sure what youâre expecting. you suppose you should be grateful that he doesnât growl as much anymore, seemingly becoming accustomed to your routine presence. it becomes clockwork, so much so that you can always expect him to be sitting in the alley, ears flicking at the sounds of your footsteps.
the plate has now been saved for his little nightly meals, something you donât necessarily mind. you notice that he is always clad in the same tattered clothing, a dark shirt that is far too loose even on his large bodyâit is littered with dirt and holes and you wish it was easier to offer some more comfortable items to him.
but youâve only just gotten him to stop viewing you as a threat; youâll take it slow.
you donât notice that he gradually waits closer and closer to where he knows you leave the plate, the distance diminishing in a display of semi trust.
you think that this is all youâll really get from him. which is fineâyouâd rather he remain silent and alive than dead from starvation in your alleyway.
he surprises you one night.
âno more fish.â
you pause in your tracks, a few measly centimeters away from putting the plate on the ground. your eyes dart upward to see him already staring at you, jade slits narrowed. his tail flicks lazily in the shadows. your voice is breathless when you ask, âw-what?â
âfish,â he repeats. âno more of it.â
his voice is a low rumble, deep in richness and timbre despite its evidence of not being used in a while. you glance down at the plate in confusionâhe had eaten it all for these few weeks?
he reaches for the plate, digging into the fish with practiced ease. you watch his canines dig into the flesh and tear away like itâs mere paper.
(should you be scared that the fish could also be your throat?)
âyou uhââ you clear you throat, staring at him. âyou donât like fish?â
âi can survive off it,â he spits out in between bitesâhis pupils find yours. âbut itâs not great.â
you donât know why youâre so eager to make him happy. âthen what would you like to eat?â
he quirks a brow at the enthusiasm, but answers gruffly. âmeat. real meat.â he pauses to run his tongue over his lips, satiatedâyou can see a scar cutting over them. âlike lamb. or beef. i donât care really.â
âi can do that!â youâre seriously embarrassed at how keen you are, but the progress youâre making excites you. âi shouldâve considered what youâd naturally like to eat. youâre aâŚ?â
âwolf,â he grunts, still focused on his meal.
âright.â you nod, grateful to have confirmed the species. âmakes sense youâd prefer real meat.â
he doesnât answer. you donât mind.
âthen iâll get you something different tomorrow.â you turn to leave. once again he doesnât answer, but you can feel his eyes boring holes into your back.
you donât tell the wolf hybrid that you stayed up researching his species just to figure out what heâd like. you just place the plate down the next night, hoping that it is enough to make him feel a little more comfortable with you.
(youâre sure he could kill you with just one bite, but you try not to think about that.)
the wolf watches you present the plate of lamb meat, some pieces cooked and some rawâhis tail slowly thumps against the ground.
âi umâŚknow that wolves like deer and stuff, but getting deer meat nearby is a little difficult. i can probably go find some places over the weekend,â you say hesitantly, watching his expression. he reaches a large palm out, claws tugging the plate closer, and digs in. youâre not sure about the taste, but you can see the rise in enthusiasm as he gobbles the meat downâa smile twitches at your lips.
âitâs fine,â he mumbles in return. âdeerâs expensive. i like lamb and chicken. beef too.â
you nod, surprised at the consideration for the money youâre spending.
âdoâŚdo you prefer it raw or cooked?â you wait for him to click his tongue or indicate heâs getting annoyed by your presence, but heâs feeling forthcoming tonight.
âeitherâs fine.â he licks up the pinkish liquid that has dripped down his chin while biting into the raw pieces. âiâm used to raw meat.â
you nod, slowly taking a seat on the pavement. his eyes flicker up to watch what youâre doing, but he doesnât protest. he just picks up another piece of lamb and takes a bite.
âyou cook this?â he grunts, waving one of the cooked pieces. you grimace, nodding sheepishly.
âyeah. i wasn't sure if you'd like raw meat or cooked so i brought both. i can just bring raw pieces from now on.â
he peers at the cooked meat in between his claws, before shaking his head gruffly. âitâs pretty good.â
âthe cooked meat?â you ask in surprise. he nods.
âyeah. tastes good.â
you canât help the grin that stretches across your face.
âthe fuck are you smilinâ about?â he narrows his eyes at you, ears pointing upright. you drop the smile hastily, shaking your head with a start.
ânothing!â
he snorts, continuing to eat. you watch him do so, strangely content. he doesnât comment on how youâre seemingly inspecting him, eyes unblinking. he keeps his mouth shut because the taste of meat is heavy on his tongue, and at this point youâre a godsend to an animal like him.
so if you want to observe him like heâs in a fucking zoo, heâs fine with that.
you do have horrible survival instincts though. he wonders why on earth you seem so comfortable around a predator like him, especially a species that is so known to be violent. youâre just sitting there, a mere five feet away, watching him tear into raw meat with stars in your eyes.
(he could tear you apart in a second if he wanted to.)
he doesnât leave a morsel on the plate, and you give him that same silly smile again.
âi have a little bit more cooked lamb leftover if you want?â you question him, and his eyes lazily roam over you. he thinks about telling you that he could devour meat for much longer if the supply was endless, but instead he huffs.
âdid you eat?â
you blink. âme?â
âyeah you,â he replies harshly, rolling his eyes. âdid you eat?â
you awkwardly scratch at your arm. ânot yet. i was gonna eat some instant noodles later.â
âwhy the fuck are you worried about a stray like me then?â he snarls, crossing his armsâyouâre so fucking naive. âgo eat the cooked lamb and worry about yourself, for fuckâs sake.â
while his harsh tone wouldâve definitely scared you on day one, this time, you feel more ticked off than afraid.
âiâm a grown ass adult. donât tell me what to do. if i wanna worry about the noisy stray in my alleyway, iâll do that,â you shoot back indignantly, mirroring his crossed arms.
the wolfâs demeanor changes, hackles rising. his ears go erect, straight and tense with frustration. he bares his teeth at you, a warning growl coming through them. âlot of talk for someone so damn tiny,â he barks. âdonât you have any self preservation instincts? i could just fucking eat you instead.â
you go a little slack jawed at that, a flicker of hesitation, but then you retort. âmaybe, but i bet humans donât taste as good as lamb or deer!â
âiâll make do,â he growls back, canines pulling into an evil smirk.
your bravado dies down, and then he has to deal with the disturbingly wounded pout on your face. you donât say anything more and he sighs heavily.
âiâll eat more if you eat,â he grunts, glaring at the pavement. even then, he can feel the way you perk up.
âiâll be right back!â you grab his plate and hurry into your apartment, eager, and all he can do is sigh, wondering what on earth heâs doing interacting with a fragile little human like you.
you come back with more cooked lamb in his designated plate, placing it in front of him before taking a seat on the floor again. he watches you stab at the pieces with a fork and chew on them, so dainty compared to the way his canines dig into his own share.
he can feel the curiosity thrumming through your veins, no doubt burning with questionsâthe need to talk to him. but you stay quiet as you eat, the sounds of chewing echoing through the alley. he concedes.
âyou make it a habit to feed strays?â he mutters. you look up, once again sporting that silly look of surprise at his attention, but you recover quickly.
âno not really. you were justâŚreally loud.â you sheepishly grin when he pins you with a glare, raising your hands innocently. âi just heard a lot of rattling around out here. i thought you were a stray cat.â
he takes offense to that.
âi ainât no damn cat,â he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he bites into the flesh of another piece. your grin widens.
âclearly.â
the rest of the short meal passes in silence. he finishes up before you do, and for the first time you see him stand to his full heightâheâs tall and hulking.
âwell,â he grunts, shoving his clawed hands into his dirty pockets. âyâshould go inside and finish that.â
he nods at your bowl before turning away. you briefly wonder where he sleeps; perhaps the park nearby so that he can rest on soft grass rather than cold stone. the thought makes you pity him more than you did.
his retreating form suddenly pauses, and he turns to stare over his shoulderâhis jade eyes glow in the darkness. âsee yâtomorrow.â
a wide smile stretches across your face, and you wave back, giddy. âsure! see you tomorrowâŚâ your voice trails off at the end. the wolf rolls his eyes heavily, before turning around and continuing his walk.
âtoji.â he finishes for you, voice low and yet still clear.
you bite back a laugh of disbelief. âtoji,â you repeat, and it rolls off your tongue like butter. his ears twitch at the sound, surprisingly pleasant, and he grumbles in return, vanishing into the night.
he ends up keeping his promise.
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Princess treatment only - MultiMuse x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Not many, some mentions of killing, but nothing graphic. Kind of fluffy
Type: HCâs
Request: N/A
Word Count: N/A
Prompt: Some HCâs as to how the muses would give the reader the princess treatment.
Notes: I donât know where I was going with this, but this is mainly fluff, maybe sometime Iâll spice it up. I just had to get my writing juice brewing. Not proofread at all just go.
Jason Voorhees: Honestly, would treat you like a princess regardless. Will pick flowers for you when heâs outside. Always lets you borrow his flannels. Always walks in front of you to make sure thereâs no danger, but looks back constantly to make sure thereâs no danger behind you?? lmao. You wonât ever have to lift a finger when youâre with him. Literally at your beck and call. Will try his best not to kill in front of you, but sometimes it just ?? happens lol. Tries to be soft when touching you because youâre literally the most perfect thing that has ever crossed his path.
Michael Myers: Is your literal bodyguard. Will follow you anywhere and everywhere, you might as well call him your shadow. Lets you hug him and climb onto his lap whenever. Wonât hug you back yet, working on it. Nobody comes near you, no exceptions. Sorry. Stares at you most of the time. Canât say it, but youâre literally flawless to him. Will use his body as a shield for you. Would kill anything for you. Eventually learns to put his palm against your cheek and thatâs his second greatest accomplishment, the first being bagging you, literally and figuratively.
Tiffany Valentine: You wonât ever have to worry about a thing when youâre with her. Always gets her hands dirty for you. Lots of cheek and neck kisses. Praises your looks all the time. She will always brag about you whether itâs what you do, how you look, anything and everything. She would always make sure you have the latest clothes. Sheâd make sure you always had your staple make up pieces available. When it comes to killing, sheâd get creative, that way you guys will never have literal blood on your hands, especially you, never you.
Billy Loomis: Lots of nicknames. Kinda only has a soft spot for you. Can never ever tell you no and stick to it. Wonât hesitate to kill anyone who makes fun of him for this. Drives you everywhere. Ties your shoes. Always makes time for you. Will help you pick out your outfits and tell you which one he likes and which one he doesnât. Will wear the bracelets you make him. Anything in his closet is yours, help yourself. Always touching you, holding your hand, holding your waist, youâve infatuated him enough to have him carelessly cover you in soft kisses, laying his head on your shoulder. Kinda creative with dates tbh.
Stu Macher: You will forever be his princess. Will carry you across puddles. Lots of cheek and forehead kisses. Would learn how to paint your nails for you during class. Always makes sure you have a good grade on your exam, whether he has to swap out the papers after class or make sure you get the right answers, you can absolutely count on him. You donât have to use your brain around him, no worries. Thinks you look adorable in his sweaters, especially oversized. Loves when you sit on his lap. Prioritizes you over anything and everything. Even if you donât like horror movies, Stu would absolutely find something else for you to watch.
Patrick Bateman: Honestly, when he falls in love with you, itâs princess treatment only. Will give you a skin care routine and help you follow through with it. Kind of makes you feel dumb, but not like a stupid dumb, more like a âoh dear sweet baby you are a little dumb but pretty, but dumb, let me help youâ Same thing if you fall asleep with your makeup on, Patricks on the way with the micellar makeup remover. Will speak up for you if you donât like a service, he wonât be mean about it unless he has to. Always makes sure youâre hydrated (also part of your skin care routine). You will be a housewife/girlfriend. Feel free to splurge, you are his trophy princess after all. Will take you anywhere you want. Will make things up for you if he has to be at work late.
Leatherface: I donât ever see a scenario where Bubba does not treat his s/o like a princess. Itâs like part of the deal. Either way, expect wild flowers all the time. Itâs his favorite thing to do for you. He even makes you a vase and makes sure your flowers are always fresh. Will literally die and kill for you without any hesitation. At his knees for you. Bubba will crawl to you across pins and needles if you asked him to. Heâs always making sure youâre comfortable and safe, never hungry or in your mind for too long. Melts at your touch. Would learn how to dance just to dance to your favorite songs. Always gets awestruck with you.
Harley Quinn: Will absolutely take you anywhere you want, no matter how random it is. Always dazed when looking at you. Keeps pictures of you all dressed up in her bag or car or wherever she goes. Selina gave her a heart shaped locket once and yeah, you guessed it, the cutest picture of you is in there. Doesnât hesitate to shoot any man for you. Leaves your face covered in red kisses. She would do anything to make you laugh. Anything you want, itâs yours! Just point at it.
Poison Ivy: Pamela will always spoil you, regardless of how you act. Youâve heard of people growing gardens for their s/o, she would grow forests for you. Sheâs the most gentle with you, gentle caresses and soft kisses. Paints your nails, brushes your hair while adding flowers into the locks. Always admires dressing you up and putting make up on you. Almost never wants you to leave. Slow dances with you. Sheâd do anything to keep you out of danger. You think Michael is a good bodyguard? Pamela is the bodyguard.
Bruce Wayne: hhnnnngh. Ok. No but you are the Princess Wayne. Spoiling you rotten goes without saying. Anything your little heart desires is yours. Helps you get dressed. His favorite is helping you with your stockings. Gentle kisses everywhere. Brushes your hair. Lifting you up constantly when thereâs a crack in the pavement. Always the driver. Your safety is always first, always. No because whatever you want means whatever you want, which is why there are hello kitty plushies scattered across the Wayne manor. Youâve somehow managed to get your own cozy theater in there too. Princess treatment also means Bruce having to lay back just a teeny bit on Batman just to guard you too while you sleep.
Jason Todd: nmmnnmf YES. I donât see him treating his s/o any other way. Lots of pet names. Loooves to help you get dressed. Sits you on the counter as he cooks. Never lets you out of his sight. Anything you want itâs yours. Always buying you cute socks and letting you wear his clothes. Forehead kisses. Oh man itâs so disgusting how much Jason loves his princess. Always taking pictures of you, no matter the angle. Would 1000000% tie bows into your hair if you asked.
Billy Hargrove: Honestly if heâs in love with you, princess treatment is granted. Always giving you his jackets, especially when you wear skirts or dresses out. Lifting you over mud and puddles. Subtle kisses on the head while youâre out. Body guard mode activated. He kinda becomes your shadow, appearing out of nowhere and greeting you with a kiss on the forehead. Ties your shoes without asking. Wiping any tears or smeared makeup off your face. Winks at you all the timeee.
Steve Harrington: Kind of similar to Stu, he always makes sure you pass your class. Poor princess doesnât use her brain in school, too busy trying to stay awake. Always gives you his jacket, even if you donât want to wear it, heâll wrap it around you. Finds any excuse to carry you or pick you up. So affectionate. Kisses on the cheek, lips, forehead. Sometimes he will miss and kiss your eye but ugh itâs so fucking cute. Only has eyes for you. Tying your shoes, putting your socks on, literally just dressing you in general is a must. Literally will take you wherever you want, whenever. Drops everything when you call. Such a sucker with the nicknames for you.
Steve Rogers: Ugh another one. Think of him as a body guard who you get to kiss and sit on his lap. Always drops everything to make sure youâre okay. Cannot take his eyes off of you. So smooth with the reassurance. Kisses on the forehead constantly. Always tucks you in. Would help you bathe if you asked. Pulls you onto his lap every time you both sit down. Whatever you want, youâll get. If he canât do it, heâll find a way. Cups your face in his hands when you cry, kisses your tears away. Ugh heâs your literal teddy bear, if you donât like to be smothered? Pick another muse.
Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, heâs your shadow, but heâs a little more ⌠upfront with it. Heâs constantly wrapping an arm around you, eyeing anyone whoâs eyeing you. Heâs so gentle if youâre sensitive. Kissing your cheek is his favorite. Always lingering his fingertips around your crevices. Makes sure youâre never hungry. Always up before you are. Lets you sleep in. If you fight, he will never raise his voice at you. Ready to carry you if youâre too tired to keep walking around. Slow dances with you just because. Heâs always worried for you, making sure youâre okay, youâre not sick or hungry. Pet names with him are a must.
Loki Laufeyson: Okkkk and in what situation did you ever think loki was not going to give you the princess treatment??? You are literal Princess Laufeyson. Though he, and Sebastian maybe, are the only ones who can probably, maybe, say no to you, if you pout enough maybe heâll come to a compromise with you. He never wants to upset you though. Would literally wipe out a small world for you. Or a few. Ok even betray anyone for you. Always cleaning your smeared makeup, fixing your hair, wiping you because you spilled your drink. Heâs so devoted to you, im going to throw up. He devours you with his eyes from a distance, youâre never leaving his sight.
Cloud Strife: Ugh ok. Literal bodyguard, as heâs hired to be at times. At your beck and call, though heâd never admit it. Such a sucker and can never say no to you. Though it may take time, he can start calling you âbabyâ âsweet girlâ âloveâ heâs so infatuated with you and doesnât know how to handle it. Your safety is his priority. Always listens to you ramble on and on. Brings you flowers for no reason other than he was thinking of you. Heâs such a sucker for you. Follows you everywhere.
Sebastian Michaelis: Heâs probably the most tame out of everyone but that doesnât mean heâs not a sucker. There are rules heâs willing to bend for you, literally willing to kill anyone that has the slightest interest in hurting you. Always makes sure youâre fed and if you want a sweet treat, heâs on it. Listens to you talk, even if itâs silly. Dances with you almost every night. Heâs so graceful with it. Dressing you and feeding you is his favorite but he might throw in a few teases âpoor sweet baby, you havenât woken up yet to tell your left foot from your rightâ as you rub your eyes with the wrong shoes on. Of course heâs willing to help, even if he has the idea that you do this on purpose, he's more than happy to oblige.
Spencer Reid: Though his job wouldnât encourage it, he still drops almost everything to answer you. Always finds a way to share time with his job and his attention to you. Reads to you all the time, whether in person or over the phone. Heâs always making comparisons of you being the princess in most fictional stories that you both come across. Heâs so gentle with you. Caresses your face all the time. You lay your head on his lap or sit on his lap as he reads away. Always making sure to keep up with your well-being before his own. Would 10000% pick up a habit of writing you little notes or picking flowers for you or taking Polaroids or something to remind you of your everlasting presence in his mind.
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Hiii i just saw your post prision Spencer post with sunshine reader and im soooo in love with it (and in love with him too tbh) could you please do a pt2? Have a nice dayđ
spencer and sunshine!reader have set routines on office days and spencer likes flirting pt 1 of their story đ¤
âSpencer Reid, prepare to have your mind blown!â You announce as you walk into the bullpen, your Mary Janes clacking against the tiles. Youâre in a skirt today, Spencer supposes itâs because itâs a designated office day- thereâs only three a month, but every time there is one, you come in an outfit Spencer would never even dream of.Â
Today youâre channelling your inner Elle Woods. He knows about her from Resse Witherspoon, but also from your innate love of the film and the fact that you forced him to watch it on the jet once.Â
Youâre wearing a pretty black skirt, a grey top and a baby pink blazer that matches the pink socks youâre wearing and your eyeshadow that he just about makes out behind your glasses.Â
âWith what?â Heâs on his way back from the kitchen, your prized orca mug in one hand and his mug in the other.
This is your new routine; you and Spencer have coffee in the morning while you both work through your crosswords and then get started on filing away reports for the many serial killers youâve either interviewed with Tara or put away with the team. Itâs fun, and itâs always something to look forward to, especially on designated office days.Â
These specific mornings, you have time for a game youâve fondly named, âMaking Spencer Try International Desserts.â
Spencer can smell your perfume, you smell like you always do- orange blossom, coffee and lavender. Itâs intoxicating, the way the scent just floats into him with every move you make.Â
âThe season calls for it, so I got pavlova. Itâs a New Zealand dessert and I got it with raspberries, strawberries and a passion fruit syrup situation to go on top.âÂ
Spencer knows the informational side to everything in the world but heâs never tried some of it out, as youâd learnt on a night out for drinks, so youâd started the game as a way to help him get real world knowledge of fun things- the operative word being up for debate but he hadnât objected yet.Â
He clears his desk, making space for the two little boxes you have in your hand. âTheyâre a little sweet for breakfast, but you only live once.â You open up the boxes and Spencer is shocked to see the mini pavlovas and the fruit sitting beside it in a clear container.Â
âDo you like these?â He asks, handing over your coffee to you and pulling his box towards him.Â
âI do, but theyâre more of a picnic food to share in my opinion. Like you need to be having a bar-b-que or a garden party to have the full effect of these.â Spencer isnât surprised by your enthusiasm for the dessert- your little stories about every one youâve shared with him is enthusiastic for how and when to eat them.Â
You sneak into the kitchen and return with two spoons. âOkay, try to get a bit of everything on your spoon.âÂ
Spencer does as you say, a bit of the berries, the passion fruit and the shell of the pavlova on his spoon as he takes his first bite. You sit in anticipation, watching him chew and swallow like itâs the most fascinating thing a person could do.Â
You try not to focus on the way his Adamâs apple bobs as he swallows or the way his tongue pokes out to lick away some of the meringue at the corner of his mouth. Spencer catches the way your eyes widen at the action and suppresses a smile.Â
âWhat do you think?â You busy yourself with setting up your own perfect bite, willing your body not to give away any of your fluster at being caught looking at him.Â
âIt was really nice, I like the different textures.â Spencer compliments, watching you take your own bite and letting himself smile when some of the passion fruit syrup and meringue stain your bottom lip.Â
Without really thinking, his thumb comes to your face, wiping away the stain easily. Your breath hitches and Spencer feels it, his smile widening even more. Thereâs a moment where you both just stare at each other, your breathing filling the silence- youâre fighting the urge to lean in and kiss Spencer and heâs fighting the urge to lick his thumb.Â
âYou only pretend to be this coy man, donât you Doctor Reid?â you ask finally, leaning back in the chair youâre in and crossing your legs. Spencerâs sure his brain short circuits for a moment, your thighs have been a source of his torture for months now, especially when you wear skirts and dresses.Â
âYou know you only call me âDoctor Reidâ when youâre flustered?â he tries changing the subject, leaning forward a bit to get a little closer to you.Â
âYou have a knack for topic evasion, Spencer.â he laughs, a soft, sweet sound and he shakes his head.Â
âI have a knack for you,â you can feel your heart pounding in your ears, more so when Spencerâs fingers wrap around the arm of your chair and pull you closer to his desk. âWhereâs your crossword?â
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The Infamous Stream (LN4)
Summary: When Max streams and the chat goes wild for Lando and Y/nâs sappy love
Warnings: really nothing yall have at it (except for like one minor insinuation to sex? But its literally like two words tbh)
"Don't mind Y/n and Lando behind me. They fell asleep on my bed after being here for an hour." Max's voice cut through Y/n's unconscious state. Slowly, her mind noted Lando's chest against her forehead and his arms wrapped securely around her. His chest rose and fell at a slow pace and his lips rested right at the top of her head, slightly kissing her hair. If it wasn't for his hands refusing to let her go and the warmth that radiated off his body, Y/n would have gotten up and out of her sleeping position once her brain comprehended that Max wasn't speaking to himself, but to his chat on his stream. With his hoodie engulfing her body, she snuggled further into her boyfriend and tightened her arms around his neck.
"When they wake up, I'm going to tell them about all of you in here going crazy for boyfriend Lando." Max's booming laugh seemed to wake the boy in Y/n's arms as his arms around her tightened and the pressure of his lips against her head lessened.
Seeming to think she was still asleep, Lando whispered, "Quiet down, Max. You're gonna wake her up."
From her position against his chest, Y/n groggily murmured, "No, I'm awake."
Lando's hand came up to cradle the back of her head as she moved to look up at him, "How did we even fall asleep?" Her eyebrows furrowed together and Lando smiled down at her, finding her adorable moments after she had woken up from a nap.
Max chuckled, "Maybe because my bed is so comfortable."
Lando's eyes met Max's over Y/n's head, watching as the chat absolutely blew up over the couple, "No way, Y/n's bed is way more comfortable. She has one of those memory foam mattresses and everything."
"And how would you know that?" Max wiggled his eyebrows at the couple as Y/n blushed and stuffed her face back into Lando's chest.
Lando groaned as his head pulled back, "You wanker."
Finally, Y/n decided it was time to end the cuddling session that was being broadcast to thousands, so she pulled away from her boyfriend and hopped off the bed. However, she couldn't escape from the room quick enough seeing as Max ushered her and Lando over.
"Come on, you guys have got to see these comments." With Lando getting up from the bed and Max's hand hastily waving her face, Y/n took a closer look at the words rapidly appearing on the screen.
Lando_norizz
There is no way I just witnessed that sweet moment for free.
F1-loveeee
CAN WE PLZ TALK ABOUT THE PLACEMENT OF LANDOS HANDS??? IM SCREAMING
emma.loves.racing.
They're so priv abt their relationship i feel like i just watched something so intimate
landoismysoulmate
I have never in my life been so incredibly devastated to see two people be so happy and in love
Other comments continued to come in, but Y/n could only read a few. Each of them made her smile as fans talked about how happy Lando looked to be with her. The couple had decided early on that they would keep the majority of their time together private and to themselves, so Y/n could gather that the lovey-dovey moment everyone just witnessed was something entirely foreign. She wouldn't mention that Lando was an incredibly clingy boyfriend who always wanted to be near her or touching her whenever they were in close vicinity to one another and she definitely wouldn't mention that usually their cuddling sessions turned not-so-innocent after an hour or two. All she could do was smile up at the man who was already staring at her like she hung the stars and the moon just for him.
All of a sudden, Lando was hysterically laughing beside her as he pointed to a comment that was quickly disappearing behind all the other chats being sent in. Luckily, she was able to read the words before they were lost and when she did, she couldn't help but join her boyfriend in his hysterics.
Landohasnorizz
Lando heard the nickname lando norizz and said hold my beer
It was a sweet comment and Y/n was grateful the two weren't being bombarded by hateful remarks like some of the other drivers on the grid had to go through when they went public. One of the reasons why Lando had been so hesitant to announce her identity to the rest of the F1 world was because of all the potential hate she could get. However, after years together they realized they couldn't just keep it all a secret when they were likely to get married and live out the rest of their days together.
As if to cut through her overwhelming thoughts, Lando's hand came to rest around her waist as he smiled down at her and said, "I have no rizz. I really don't know how I got so lucky."
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Numerology observations
I've genuinely learned a lot from @novy2sirius when it comes to numerology so much so that it has helped me make so much sense out of many experience in my life. Therefore I wanted to share some numerology observations with all of you.
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People with 9 energy are so deceitful, they are easily seen as innocent. On the contrary people can see 9s as someone pretty suspicious because they have an air of mystery to them and are the kind of person who you think you know but actually you don't like at all. They always hide the most BIZARRE shit, I'm telling you their life is SO weird. This is how I see 9 people tbh lmao
I've never met a 11 life path person that was emotionally okay, but the weird thing is that they tend to want to lie to themselves and pretend they are okay all the time. All the ones that've met had diagnosed depression and spent big chunks of their lives in very VERY low lows like it's truly hard to watch. Also, random note but I've seen that they are secretly very resentful too and have a hard time letting go of things and moving on. Most of the 11 people I've met had Earth Moon or strong Saturn influence in their moon
Also, I met a 11 guy once who would often say "I have no doubt in my mind that I will be famous" lol (11 is rated to fame)
22 is a more chill number. I've seen more developed 22s than developed 11s. 22 people are very mature and level-headed, tend to have very balanced mindset for most things. However they tend to think they're the only ones who know best, they give good advice but suck at taking any.
So one of the things Novy said is that the date you meet someone in will be a significant energy in the relationship you have with them. Every person I've met on a 5 day are people I travel a lot with or people I've had long-distance relationships with (5 is related travel)
I don't have much experience with 2 energy but from what I've seen it is pretty mellow energy. The people with 2 energy are pretty harmless individuals even when they have other intense energies going on
I get along with 7 life path people cause I'm a 5 but something I've noticed about these people is that they really do struggle making genuine connections "from the heart" if that makes sense. They always rationalize getting in and out of a relationship giving more importance to practical/beneficial reasons rather than emotional ones. When they do try to follow their heart they fail miserably cause they confuse making decisions from their heart with total recklessness
Life path 1 people are so.... immature. And have very obvious anger issues. They have the patience and emotional regulation of a toddler, really do embody the Aries stereotype. At their worst they can be pretty intolerant towards other's pov. Yeah life path 1 is very passionate and driven and all and I do get along with them but I also tend to keep at arms length a little cause they're energy is very chaotic and destructive tbh
Let me tell you too that unhealthy life path 1 people are one of the most CRUEL and mean people I've ever seen like... it's giving blood lust (not literally but you know what I mean)
Life path 6 can indeed be caring and generous but I've met a lot of them who are actually very selfish, greedy and materialistic. It's like they see life mostly through the lens of material gain. They literally remind me of this clip fr.
I have good experience with 6 people tho. My manager for example is a 6 life path and I literally don't know what I'd do without him, he's so patient, always there when I need him and is always on my side even when I mess up. 6 people are also very good at setting healthy boundaries too
A lot of the life path 6 I've met had taurus placements or where earth doms astrologically
The number I struggle getting along with the most is 4 tbh. They are huge party poppers even when they're healthy and have more need for control than 8s imo. A lot of 4 people I know are the type to rain on your parade for no reason in the name of being "realistic" but really they're just being bitter imo. I know 4 people have a hard life but I've noticed they tend to often have this attitude of "if I couldn't be happy then you can't either"
What I've noticed with 8 people is that yes they can be controlling but it's not like they go around policing others like 4s do. 8s control in a very subtle and indirect way, it really reminds me a lot of scorpio energy/8th house placements. It's more like they keep in control in any situation by staying low-key and are the kind of people that is hard to knock down, yet they know how to get under other's skin
I'd describe 8s as more domineering. They can be pretty chill, fun and won't mess with anyone as long as they feel like they have the upper hand in situations. That's why they are stubborn af and refuse to be wrong and why they do not react well AT ALL to animosity. This also means that at their worst tend to have HUGE superiority complex and will minimize others and be condescending just to feel superior
One time I witnessed an argument between a 1 and an 8 (it was messy) and even tho the 8 person was wrong imo they made the 1 person back down eventually (which, if you know how 1s are, that's a huge thing) and from that experience I learned that you're better off disagreeing with a 1 than disagreeing with an 8
People with 3 energy have such a refreshing energy I love them!!!! The type to keep a young spirit regardless of their age but like in a good way. Their sense of hope and optimism can't be crushed, all the ones I've met were the kind of people who always knew how to bounce back from difficult situations.
astrobydalia
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drew starkey x actress!reader au
â in which drew and y/n, secretly exes, must fake date in order to keep the peace at a mutual friendâs wedding, but the forced proximity makes them question whether they ever truly moved on.
warnings: cute little way to end the night .. OR SO U THINK
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user5 I remember them from 2018 theyâre so cute!
user6 tbh iâm happy for them !!
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youâre carrying a basket of groceries as you walk with leila through the area. thereâs not much on your mind besides checking items off of leilaâs list. and it feels nice not having to worry about anything because leila makes you feel normal, makes you and drew feel normal.
speaking of, drewâs just trailing behind you both, though he checks out a few things whenever he sees something he wants to try.
eventually he comes up from your left side and places something heâs bought into your basket, then takes it from you so he can hold your hand with his opposite hand. it feels so natural that you donât even react, and even if you did acknowledge it, you donât care.
âitâs so nice to just be out here like regular human beings,â you say, though you note that thereâs always a few following behind you three but keep their distance to be a little respectful of your space.
you can hear them giggling every now and then or saying âhiâ to their videos that they capture you in, but you donât think much of it. you think itâs adorable.
drew, however, is itching to get to the car and go home already. leilaâs complained twice already that they havenât completed her list but youâve already bought everything important for tonight, so you just suggest you go home so both parties still benefit.
leilaâs a stubborn one but she gives in when drew is pleading with his palms together. you laugh when she says she canât stand seeing his âstupid fucking puppy dog eyesâ.
when youâre done with your little mini-trip, you return to the car. leila is skipping over with two bags of things while you and drew walk together behind her, swinging your hands back and forth.
he opens your door for you and takes the basket from you so he can keep it in the backseat with leila who happily takes it, and you slide into the passengerâs seat without a thought.
âcome on,â his voice pulls you out of the tiktok youâre watching, and you switch your phone off, leaving it on the bed as you drag a blanket with you.
drewâs heading downstairs and he dives right into the sofa, awaiting for everyone to come down already. you wrap the blanket around your body as you shuffle over, seating yourself by his legs.
he sits up instinctively and wraps his arms around you, the side of his head resting on your shoulder as you look around. only a few of you are thereâyouâre just missing gia and libby who, you guess, are getting the snacks and drinks. and youâre right.
âincoming everyone! donât be alarmed,â libby says as she and gia make way with the food, and youâre in awe at the spread theyâre providing.
âyou have your homemade sandwichesââ
âthat leila bought from the store,â libby is playing giaâs truth echo that makes you and the others laugh.
âassortment of chips!â
âthat i got carried away with and ate half of!â
âcanât go wrong with your candies!â
âtheo you owe me fifteen dollars!â
âwhat?â
âand lastly,â gia closes it out as libby runs back to the kitchen to bring over the tray of cups and drinks. you see oscar rub his hands together mischievously as leila practically drools at the sight. âour drinks!â
libby holds up a cup, âwith your name on this complimentary glass that you get to take home after the trip.â
you woo as the glass cups get passed down, and you compare yours with drews while giggling about the free gift. you reach for one of the bottles and fill your glass with it, then take a sip.
âthis is what you were working all day on while we were away?â leila asks the girls, extremely impressed by how much dedication they had to providing everyone snacks for her movie night. it essentially is just putting the items into cute bowls and calling it a day, but still. it made her heart warm.
you reach forward and grab a few of the candies and hand one to drew, hinting that you want to try it together. these were purchased by you because you were curious about the taste earlier while you were out.
âready?â you ask him quickly as he already knows the drill, getting prepared to try it as you count it off. âone, twoââ you lean your head back to let the multiple candies you have slide into your mouth while drew just pops his one into his mouth.
as you chew, you raise your eyebrows in surprise. they're really good, and he nods, a small âoh yeahâ escaping his lips as he sucks some of the chocolate off of his fingers. you reach over to grab the small bowl, then keep it for yourself without saying anything.
you and drew share a blanket so youâre able to hide the bowl on your lap while he reaches to fill his glass with a drink. oscar hits play on the first movie and you lean into drewâs side to watch the movie this way.
you fall asleep during the second movie, long story short. you canât help it. but at least you last longer than leila, who fell asleep toward the end of the first one. she was the first one to fall asleep during her own movie night.
drewâs arm tightens around you for a moment, and he shifts to look down at you, finally noticing youâve completely drifted off.
with a sigh, he decides to call it a night and he rises, sliding out from under you. you stir but donât fully wake, instinctively curling into the empty spot left by his body.
he hesitates, but then scoops you up gently. you donât wake up even a bit while your head rests against his chest and he carries you upstairs to the guest room.
the room is already dimly lit by the moonlight filtering in through the windows. he carefully lays you down on the bed, your body finding the most comfortable position as he covers you with the blanket. your breathing is steady as you fall deeper into sleep, and he stands there for a moment, watching you in the soft light, before he moves to sit at the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing against your leg as he retrieves his phone from his back pocket.
for the first time all day, drew unlocks his phone, the screen lighting up with a shit ton of notifications. missed calls, texts, and a few unread emails flash across the screen, and he scrolls through them with a frown, trying to catch up.
as he gets back up to return to his side of the bed, he swipes through several messages, most of them from his close friendsâsome teasing, some concernedâbefore he pauses on one that makes his heart sink.
his eyes narrow, his thumb hovering over the text as his mind races. he was expecting a couple of messages, but not this. not this many. his phone buzzes again, a few more messages lighting up the screen, and he rubs a hand across his face, letting out a quiet, frustrated breath.
his gaze flickers to you again, making sure youâre still fast asleep. the last thing he wants is to wake you up with this, but he glances back down at his phone.
he presses the power button on his phone with a little more force than necessary, the screen going black, then he tosses the phone onto the nightstand with a dull thud. he quickly winces when the sound is a little louder than he expected.
his heart skips a beat when you stir, your eyes fluttering open just slightly, still half-asleep.
âstar?â you mumble softly, the name slipping out instinctively.
drew freezes, his gaze immediately shifting to you as you shift under the covers. he forces a smile, leaning forward a little, his voice low and soothing. âsorry,â he murmurs. âjust dropped my phone. go back to sleep, okay?â
you blink at him, your eyes barely open, but you manage a small nod, already too drowsy to fully process whatâs going on. you canât read that heâs just lied to you.
âmmf, okayâŚâ you mumble, your body curling into the pillow as you drift back into sleep.
he lets out a quiet sigh of relief, watching as your breathing evens out again. for a moment, the tension in his chest eases, but only just. he leans back, letting his head rest against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling for a few moments before turning off the bedside lamp.
as the darkness settles around him, the weight of everything presses down harder, and he turns onto his side, facing you. the soft glow of moonlight still filters through the window, and you look so . . . peaceful.
he stays like that for a while, watching you sleep, his mind swirling with thoughts he canât quiet.
but eventually, drew pulls the blanket up over his shoulder and closes his eyes, trying to shut out the noise in his head and go to sleep.
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teddy bear đš daryl dixon
summary: just pure dad!daryl fluff tbh
authorâs note: genuinely i was just trying to sleep when this popped into my brain and i had to get out of bed to write it otherwise it would have been lost forever. i hope you enjoy !
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by the time daryl had realised he actually wanted kids, he thought it was too late. that he was too old to be a dad, and heâd be stuck with the âuncle darylâ title for the rest of his life. it hurt him, sometimes, thinking he couldnât give you what you both wanted, and constantly kicked himself for thinking he didnât want to raise a child in a world like this. you never blamed him either, for not wanting children. because he was right. this world wasnât exactly made for kids.
daryl would constantly watch you with the kids in the community, the sight of you with children tugging at his heart strings, wishing they were your own children. and heâd sit and wonder what theyâd look like. would they have his blue eyes? your nose? his loyalty? your loving heart? it made him regret what he had told you all those years ago, and how you simply agreed with him. because what if you didnât want kids anymore either.
so when daryl climbed into bed with you one night, his chest pressed against your back with his arm wrapped around your waist, he had mumbled something that you didnât quite catch.
âis it too late to âave kids?â he spoke a little louder, his gravelly voice low in your ear. you felt your stomach flip at his words, turning around in his arms to face him, looking into his steel blue eyes.
âyou want kids?â you questioned, a hand reaching up to cup his cheek and gently stroke your thumb across his cheekbone as he nodded his head, avoiding eye contact with you in case he had said the wrong thing. âi would love nothing more than to have your babies, dixon.â you chuckled softly, a small smile on your lips. âbut only if youâre sure.â
âiâm sure.â he mumbled, his forehead pressing against yours. he may have sounded blunt, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he had never been more sure of himself.
âi guess weâre gonna have a baby then, hey?â you giggled, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips as he wrapped his arm around you tighter, pulling your body on top of his.
â â â
you had been trying for what felt like forever for a baby, but there had been no signs of any little bundle of joy showing up in your lives anytime soon. until one day you had just woken up with this⌠feeling. you werenât 100% sure that it was something, but you also thought it couldnât be nothing. so you had made your way into the bathroom, rummaging through the drawers for the pregnancy tests you had found on a run a few months ago ( because you never knew when youâd need one ) and took the test. you paced anxiously in the small bathroom, chewing on the skin around your nails as you waited for what felt like forever, but was only a couple minutes before you flipped the test back over, seeing the little positive sign on the test.
absolutely overjoyed that you had actually managed to get pregnant, you couldnât wait for daryl to come back home and ran out into the community to find him. you had located him by the front gates, running over to him.
when daryl saw you running towards him, his first reaction was to panic. he thought something was wrong, that something bad had happened to you, but when you had said those two words that he had been waiting months to hear, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, lifting you up off the ground and swinging you around.
âyâaint lyinâ?â he looked at you after he put you back down on the ground, watching as you shook youre head with a huge smile on your face. âoh my god, âm gonna be a dad,â he grinned, hugging you tightly once more. âyer gonna be a momma, âm gonna be a daddy.â
âyouâre gonna be the best daddy.â you squeezed him back just as tight, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
â â â
throughout your pregnancy, daryl had been amazing. he made sure you were always comfortable, that you had eaten enoughâ and would even try to give you food off his own plate. even if you protested every time. âdonâ care. babyâs gotta eat,â heâd huff, scraping his food onto your plate, ignoring your huffs.
heâd make sure you didnât do anything to strenuous, and when you were further along in your pregnancy, he would try to be by your side as much as he could. and when he couldnât, heâd send carol to look after you. youâd tell him you didnât need to be babysat, but heâd simply ignore you. because he wanted nothing more than to keep you both safe.
when you had gone into labour, he had ran to get siddiq, leaving you back at the house with carol just until he got back. he held your hand the entire time, letting you squeeze as hard as you needed too. and you were sure you were on the verge of breaking his hand multiple times, but he didnât wince once. because he knew what you were going through right now was ten times worse than a broken hand.
âi canâtâ i canât do this.â tears filled your eyes as you looked at him, hours of being in labour had exhausted you, but you were so close. so close to delivering that little baby that you both wanted so badly.
he wiped the sweat from your forehead, brushing away your hair that had clung to your skin and pressed kisses to your face. âyou can do this, baby. yer strong, âkay?â he encouraged you, squeezing your hand. âplus, i donâ think thereâs any backinâ out now.â he tried to joke, but you just groaned, your head falling back as siddiq instructed you to push again.
when daryl heard the little cries coming from the little baby, he squeezed your hand once more, kissing all over your face. âya did it, sweetheart. âm so proud of you.â he murmured, looking at siddiq as he had announced it was a boy. âa lil boy, we have a son.â
he watched as siddiq wrapped him up, placing the tiny little baby on your chest before stepping out of the room to give the both of you some privacy. you both stared in awe at the baby in your arms, your pinkie finger tracing over his tiny, delicate features.
âhe looks like you,â you whispered, looking up at daryl with an exhausted smile.
âya think?â he asked, his large hand brushing against the babyâs cheek, in absolute awe that the both of you had created something so precious. so beautiful.
âyeah. heâs got your nose, and your lips.â you pointed out, fingers tracing over each feature as you listed them off. and when your little boy opened his eyes for the first time, you grinned. âand heâs got your eyes. iâve literally just given birth to a mini daryl dixon.â you rolled your eyes playfully, shaking your head.
when it came time for daryl to hold him, he was told to take his shirt off when he held him. you watched as there was no hesitation in him taking off his top as he sat down, his large hands gently taking the baby from your hands. you noticed how much tinier he looked in darylâs hands, and your heart swelled with happiness.
âwhaâ do we name âim?â daryl asked, eyes not leaving his little miracle once.
âi like theodore. teddy for short.â you looked at him for his opinion, and he had nodded his head, finally looking over to you with the proudest look on his face.
âtheodore dixon. my lil teddy bear.â you heard a sniffle come from him, noticing the tears in his eyes as he looked at teddy. âthank ya, baby. donâ think ya know how much ya both mean tâ me.â
â â â
as teddy got older, being a dad had really changed daryl. he was ( obviously ) super protective over his little teddy bear, not letting him out of his sight if you werenât around. and when he got to that wild toddler phase, daryl was having the time of his life. he loved to chase after his son, watching as his little legs carried him as fast as he could to you, wrapping his little arms around your legs for protection from the tickle monster. or how his giggles never seemed to end when daryl was blowing raspberries on his tummy. daryl was full of pure bliss when it came to his family.
he loved to lift teddy up onto his shoulders, walking through the community with the proudest smile on his face. and he especially loved when teddy would crawl up between the two of you in bed, planting himself right in between his two favourite people. when teddy had a bad dream? daryl was there. when he fell over for the first time? daryl was there brushing his tears away and kissing his sore knees better.
it made your heart swell at how much of an amazing dad daryl was, and you wouldnât have picked anyone else to raise a child with in this world.
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Doctorâs Orders
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Pairing | Jonathan Crane x patient!reader
Summary | Jonathan Crane wears a weak dose of fear toxin as cologne to his appointments just to put his patients on edge. Heâs particularly fond of how you react to it though.
Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, manipulation, inappropriate use of fear toxin, obvi, very dubious consent, painful sex, fearplay, HEAVY breeding kink, forced breeding, technically housewife kink?, overstimulation, abuse of power?, ionno lol.
Words | 3.3 k
Notes | Based on this post. Credit to @lasagnebats for the idea. (Lowkey the plot kind of deviated from the whole fear cologne thing tbh but itâs still very relevant so whatever lmao)
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Itâs not mentioned in the actual story but itâs very important for the plot so incase you didnât read the summary Iâm going to say it again lol. He wears a weak dose of fear toxin as his cologne.
âHow are you feeling today?â He asked as he walked in and sat down across from you, putting his briefcase at his feet.Â
âBetter.â You said with a small smile. After only a moment though, your heart started beating harder and faster, and your breathing picked up. You swallowed thickly and cleared your throat before adding, âI- I think.â
âYou think?â His voice sent a shiver through your body. You werenât sure if he was purposely trying to sound threatening, but thatâs how you heard it.Â
âIâŚâ You couldnât look at him as your stomach started churning.Â
âPlease look at me when I'm talking to you.â He sighed, making your gaze snap back to him. âWe wonât get anywhere if you continue to overreact to even the simplest questions.âÂ
âI knowâ I know. Iâm sorry.â You started bouncing your leg incessantly, trying to get rid of some of the nerves you were feeling. âH-how are you?â You asked in return to his original question.Â
âAlways so polite.â He said with an amused smile. âWhy is that?â
âI donât know⌠Thatâs just how I was raised I guess.â You shrugged, not having a better answer for him.Â
âIt has nothing to do with how terrified you are of upsetting me?â He asked curiously, tilting his head as he looked you up and down.Â
âI- Iâm notâŚâ You cleared your throat and wiped your sweaty palms on your pants. âI was just⌠taught to respect people with more authority than me.â You said nervously. But it was true. You were always taught to show respect to people above you no matter what, especially if they were older than you.Â
âI see. And you feel I have power over you right now?âÂ
âYes.â You said quietly. Doesnât he always?
âWell I donât want you to fear me. These sessions are pointless if you canât be completely open and honest with me.â You looked away from him again and swallowed the lump in your throat. âI promise you, nothing you say will upset me. I just want you to be truthful with me⌠So I can help you to the best of my ability. Do you understand?â
âYes..âÂ
âGood.â He paused, seemingly coming up with the next topic of conversation. âYouâre still having nightmares?â Your blood ran cold and your heart was almost starting to hurt with how hard it was beating. And all just because of a reminder of it.Â
âYes.â You whispered.Â
âThe same ones? Or something different.âÂ
âThe same⌠But I noticed that they tend to happen more after our sessions than on days where I donât see youâŚâ
âYes, thatâd make sense. Since we talk about it, itâs only natural your brain would be thinking about it more.âÂ
âRight. Yeahâ Youâre right.â You said through a breath.Â
âMay I see your hand?â He suddenly asked, making you stiffen.Â
âWhat?â
âYour hand.â He held out his own, waiting for you to place yours on top. With a shaky breath, you wiped your hand on your pants again, then placed it on his open palm. He turned it over so your palm was against his, then let out a quiet hum. Before you could ask what that meant, he grabbed your wrist and held your hand up, watching it tremble. He released you and you placed it back in your lap.Â
âWhy are you so scared?âÂ
âIt⌠it's probably just because I started thinking about the nightmares.â That was the only explanation that made sense. Itâs not like youâd be scared for no reason.
âReally? What were you thinking about?â You froze and looked away from him, trying to recall, but you never actually thought about them, more so just⌠remembered them.Â
âI⌠Iâm not sure.â You said absentmindedly, still trying to figure it out. He sighed quietly and took off his glasses, examining you closely.Â
âI like to think that weâve grown a bit closer since our first session. Wouldnât you?â All you could do was nod wordlessly. âAlmost like weâre more than just doctor and patient⌠Do you feel that way as well?âÂ
âI- I think so.â You said quietly. It was hard to tell right now.Â
âWhich is why I think we can try something that might work better for you.â He stood up and dragged his chair around the table, the loud screeching sound making you flinch. He sat down next to you and you waited nervously for what was next.Â
âI think⌠if your brain is half focused on something elseâ something pleasurableâŚâ he placed his hand on your thigh and leaned closer to you, âthen you might be able to talk freely about whatâs troubling you. What do you think?â Your chest was heaving as you stared at him with wide eyes, not able to respond. It felt like your throat was closing up and the speed at which your heart was beating made it feel like his hand was on your chest instead of your thigh, pushing down as hard as he could.      Â
âIs something wrong?â He asked once he noticed your reaction.Â
âI-â You choked out, not able to say anything else.Â
âHm?â He waited, giving you a chance to respond. When you didnât, he sighed. âAs your doctor, if youâre in a state that leaves you unable to think or communicate clearly, it is my responsibility to do what I think is best.â His hand started snaking up your thigh, moving toward the center as it climbed higher. His touch was burning a trail on your skin and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.Â
âJust relax. You want to actually make some progress, donât you?â You gave him the tiniest nod, unable to do anything else. âGood girl. If you can control your emotions, then we can talk like civilized people, but for now, weâre going to have to try this.â You weren't even sure what exactly was making you feel this way, but you trusted Dr. Crane. He would only do whatâs best for you.Â
âTake off your pants.â He suddenly ordered, making your body go completely rigid. âI wonât repeat myself.â He warned and you immediately scrambled to take them off. Once they were on the floor, he grabbed your hips and guided you so that you were straddling his thighs, sitting on his lap. âNow, this might be a bit overwhelming for you, so I donât mind if you need to keep your face buried against my chest or neck. Like this,â he gently grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into him, âsee?âÂ
âThank you.â You whispered, bringing your hands up the grab at his suit jacket. It felt like your entire body was trembling now. âDr. Crane, I- I donât feel very good.â
âShh. Your bodyâs just excited. Thatâs why your heart is racing and your breathing is shallow.â He explained calmly. Youâve never felt this âexcitedâ before in your life. âAre you going to let me do my job now?â You nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck to comfort yourself. âThank you.â His hands started dragging up and down your thighs, just getting you used to his touch, but all it was doing was making you more anxious. His fingertips felt like claws on your hypersensitive body, but when you looked down, you saw no marks left behind.Â
âI know youâre excited but you need to try and calm down.â He said calmly. âTake a deep breath through your nose, then out through your mouth.â You complied, though it wasnât nearly as slow as he actually wanted. But it was an improvement. âAgain. Deeper.â You inhaled again, trying to let the smell and warmth of his body soothe you. But it was like the deep breaths were making everything worse.Â
âDr. Crane, itâs notâ IâŚâ He sighed and your stomach churned when you realized he was disappointed in you. âNo- Iâm sorry. Iâll try again. Iâll keep trying.â You rushed out, taking more deep breaths.Â
âThatâs a good girl. Nice and slow.â His hands snaked up your thighs to your hips, then up the sides of your body, under your shirt.Â
âW-what are you doing?â You choked out, when he dragged his hands up even more until he was touching your breasts.Â
âJust feeling your heartbeat.â He explained. You gasped when he gently squeezed your breasts, groping them in a way that made your entire body feel hot.Â
âDr. Crane?â You whimpered and he shushed you. So you clung to his suit jacket and buried your face into the crook of his neck even more, seeking comfort.Â
âIâll need to remove your shirt. Itâs obstructing my examination.â You hesitantly agreed and he pulled it over your head, then guided you back into the same position, now only in a pair of panties. âDeep breaths.â He reminded you as he continued. He only groped you for a few seconds before focusing his attention on your nipples. You let out a strangled moan when he gently pinched, rolling them between his fingers. Youâve never been overly sensitive there before, but right now, just the barest touch sent a shock through your body.Â
âYour heart is racing.â He commented, flattening his hands on your chest and sliding them down your stomach. He reached your hips and gripped them tightly, then pulled them forward to grind your clothed heat on his bulge. You gasped at the sudden movement and when you felt the obvious sign of his arousal.Â
âWhenâs the last time youâve been fucked?â His tone remained the same; clinical, unemotional. It took you a moment to register his question, but once you did, a blush took over your face. âYouâve been a patient here for a few months now so Iâm assuming at least a few months ago?â All the work you did to calm your breathing was gone in an instant. Words couldnât form in your mouth, so you just nodded against his chest. âHow long before that?âÂ
âI⌠I donât remember.â You choked out, finally able to speak.Â
âPoor thing. Itâs been that long since youâve been filled?â He cooed with faux sympathy.Â
âDr. Crane.â You sobbed, fisting his suit even tighter to ground yourself. He was still guiding your hips and you started to feel arousal pooling in your stomach.Â
âIs that why youâre not making any progress? Your cuntâs been craving a cock so bad, you canât even think?â You whined and started moving your hips on your own now, desperate for more. âYeah I think that is the reason. Youâre in your prime child bearing years, itâs only natural youâd be longing to breed.â You let out a strangled moan, feeling both humiliated and aroused by his words. âA few more sessions like this and you might actually be able to use that pretty little head of yours again.âÂ
âPlease,â You whined, tears of desperation brimming in your eyes. Your heart was still pounding and your breathing was still shallow, but it started feeling different. Before, you werenât sure what the cause was, but now you know itâs arousal. At least it mostly is. He suddenly gripped your chin and pulled your head so your face was only inches from his. As his eyes trailed all over your face, taking you in, he hummed in thought, still staring at you with his piercing gaze.Â
âMisattribution of arousal truly is a fascinating subject.â He smiled. You had no idea what that meant. âTake off your underwear.â He suddenly ordered, making your eyes widen. When he stared at you, giving you a warning gaze, you scrambled off his lap to remove them. He started unbuckling his belt, then opening his pants. When he took out his cock, your breath caught in your throat. Where is that supposed to fit?
âSit.â You tentatively got on his lap again. He sat back in the metal chair a little, dragging his eyes down your body. âPut it in.â You swallowed and looked between his face and his length, feeling your heart start pounding even harder. âNow.â Biting your trembling lip, you grabbed his cock and put it at the right angle, then slowly and apprehensively lowered yourself onto it. You whimpered when he first breached your opening, immediately feeling the burn of the stretch.Â
âYou wonât like it if I have to take over so I suggest you do better than this.â He warned and you whined in response, but forced yourself down lower.Â
âIt hurts, Dr. Crane.â You whimpered, hoping for sympathy from the cold, apathetic doctor.Â
âEnough.â He growled, grabbing your hips and lifting you off of him. He stood and spun you around to push your torso onto the cold metal table with a hand on the back of your neck. Holding you down firmly, he pushed his cock back in, this time going all the way. You cried out and scrambled for purchase on the table as he immediately started thrusting.Â
âW-wait, Dr. Crane..â You choked out, the burning stretch bringing tears to your eyes. Not bothering with replying, he removed the hand from your neck and you heard clothes rustling, then he was putting his tie between your lips and wrapping it around your head to secure it. Almost instantly those feelings flared up again. Your chest heaved as you panted, trying to ignore how much it was hurting from your heart beating so fast and hard.Â
He put his hand on your head this time, forcing your cheek onto the cold metal as he held you down and started moving faster. You sobbed out a moan and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on calming down but everything was just so much.Â
âIs this what you needed? Have you been playing the role of the dumb little patient this whole time just to get me to fuck you?â You tried to shake your head, but you couldnât move it under his hand. âI can feel you pulsing around my cock. Is it really that good?â The way he was mocking you had you squeezing your thighs together, but he couldnât have that. He lifted one of your legs and placed it on the table, keeping you from getting any real stimulation on your clit besides his balls smacking against it with every thrust.Â
âPlease!â You cried, the word being muffled by the tie.Â
âI know. Youâre probably so eager to come right now, arenât you?â You did your best to nod, despite him holding you down. âIs the thought of finally getting bred making you all needy?â He asked condescendingly and you let out a strangled whimper. âShould I let you come on my cock?âÂ
âYes!â You yelled, trying to make it sound coherent through the gag. He released your head and grabbed your shoulders, starting a brutal pace that made you almost scream from the intensity. The table was screeching against the floor with each thrust and you could start to hear his quiet grunts as he neared his orgasm.
âGo ahead then. Show me how needy this pathetic little cunt is for my cock.â He said and, despite the degrading words, you almost cried in relief. Youâve only made yourself come maybe a handful of times since being admitted to Arkham, so it did not take much longer for you to get there. You all but screamed around the gag when it hit you, making your legs turn to jelly. His thrusts didnât even waiver, but you could hear groans coming from him. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through you, so intense that it bordered on painful.Â
When it was finally done, you sagged into the table, but your body immediately went stiff when the overstimulation kicked in. You cried out and squirmed, trying to escape it, so he grabbed your hair and yanked you up, wrapping his other arm around your stomach.Â
âI know.â He pulled your head back until it was resting on his shoulder, then turned it so your face was up against his neck. âJust breathe through it.â But you couldnât. Everything was just too much. You sobbed loudly and buried your face in the crook of his neck as he fucked you, moving both hands down to grab your hips.Â
âJust be a good girl and take it. This is what you wanted, isnât it? To be fucked and bred like a bitch in heat.â You let out a strangled sob at the degrading words. âNo⌠Itâs what you needed.â He growled, making you whimper. âDonât worry, weâre going to keep doing this until I finally fuck a baby into you. Maybe then youâll be less cock hungry. But weâll probably have to keep this up while youâre pregnant because of all the hormones.â After your orgasm, everything your body was going through started to feel like it was from fear again, rather than arousal. His words were making you spiral into overthinking. You canât have a baby yetâ youâre too young. And also thereâs the fact that youâre in an asylumâŚÂ
âAnd I think⌠I might make you my little lab rat. You respond so well to such a small dose, Iâm eager to see how youâll react to something more potent.â Now you were truly confused, but you were also too fucked out and overstimulated to try and understand. âGodâ thatâll be a fucking sight.â He choked out, rutting into you more frantically. Tears started streaming down your cheeks as he kept fucking you, getting more painful with every thrust. But based on the way his sounds kept getting louder, you knew itâd be over any second now. Â
You cried out when he roughly snapped his hips into you and stayed there, wrapping his arms around your torso to keep you close and letting out a low groan. His hips bucked forward with every spurt of come that left his cock, despite the fact that he was already completely inside, pressed up against your cervix uncomfortably. Even after his orgasm ended, he remained buried inside you, keeping you plugged up for now. Â
âThatâs better, isnât it? Now youâre nice and full.â He spoke softly, turning his head to kiss your neck as his hand rubbed over your lower stomach. âMm⌠I canât wait to see your belly all big and roundâ your tits swollen with milk. Youâre going to look so beautiful.â Even though everything calmed down, you still felt anxious and scared. âAnd Iâm sure once that kid is out, youâll go back to being a brainless little bitch in heat so Iâll have to fuck another one into you.â You let out a weak sound, unable to do anything else. Your whole body was shaking. With how you were currently feeling, his words sounded like a threat.Â
âStill canât use that pretty head?â He asked curiously. You didnât answer, but it didnât seem like he expected you to. âYou must need more, then.â You whined at the thought. He gently pushed your torso back onto the table and you hissed in pain when he dragged his cock out. When his come trickled out, he cursed under his breath. Using his thumbs, he spread your puffy, abused folds, giving him a better view of your gaping hole. You flinched when he used his fingers to scoop up his come and push it back in. âLucky for you, I cleared the rest of my schedule today just for this session, so I can keep giving you load after load until you drain my balls completely. Maybe then youâll actually be able to fucking think.âÂ
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~Your Wish~
(pt.1/3)
PART 2 - PART 3
Brahms Heelshire x nanny!Reader
warnings/tags: smut, voyeurism, masturbation (nothing explicit), not much happening tbh, it's more of a teasing for what might come next... (i'm thinking somnophilia, dub/con, eventual consensual sex but we'll see...) words count: 1,1k. a.n: this is just a lil' something to keep the writing block away and to get used to writing less but posting more. Also, for once I focused on the character's - in this case Brahms's - feelings/thoughts instead of the reader's, so there's that. Enjoy!
The boy watched you as you placed Brahms in its bed with the care of a mother. You've been looking after the doll for weeks now, treating it with such gentleness; he noticed it and it made him happy, proud of you. He liked you even more because of it.Â
He's been watching you the entire time, peeking through the slits and gaps between the walls. Every time your hands held the doll's small form tight to your chest or each time your lips brushed its ceramic face for a goodnight kiss, he wished it was him instead of his fake counterpart. He wished to be touched like that, to be cared for like that⌠By you.
Despite his ardent and ever-growing fondness for you, he stayed back, hidden behind the walls, only coming out when you were outside in the garden or asleep in your bed. He was afraid you'd be scared to see him, scared of him. That you would run away, leave him alone⌠He would not be able to bear it. No. You were his. His y/n.Â
He'd stay hidden for you, content to watch you and admire you from a distance⌠fantasising about your touch, your warmth, your lips...Â
You leaned down and gave the doll the mandatory goodnight kiss, drawing Brahms's attention back to you. A soft groan left his lips at the sight. Everything you did aroused him. It was an instant reaction. Even at that moment, he could already feel himself growingâŚÂ
"You know, Brahms?âÂ
His ears perked up at the sound of your voice. He eagerly leaned in against the wooden panel in the hope of hearing you better.Â
âSometimes I wish you were a real boy so that we would keep each other company in this big, scary house."Â
You admitted with a little smile on your lips as you caressed the cold doll's face, and he almost lost it. He would have punched through the wall and wrapped his arms tight around you, right there and there, if only he could. Would you have accepted him? Without reservations? He had just heard you say you wished he was real⌠Would you have been happy to see him? To see that he was, in fact, very much real and just as desirous to keep you company.
The melodious sound of your chuckle drew his attention back to you, and he saw you shaking your head in amusement before you tucked the doll in and retreated towards the door to leave the room.Â
Brahms ran after you without even a second thought, rushing through the maze behind the walls to follow your path.
You made it to your bedroom and started undressing yourself to get ready for bed. His breath caught in his throat; the sight of your bare body always made him twitch in need. Oh, how he would love to strip you out of your clothes at least once... His probing eyes raked over your curves, his breathing becoming ragged, while you slipped into your nightgown and crawled into your bed with a tired sigh.Â
The light went out, and he hissed. It was difficult to watch you with the entire room enveloped in pitch-blackness, but at least he could make out your faint silhouette since that night the moon shone high in the sky, its kind rays gently illuminating your soft curves through the dark drapes.
He kept watching you for a while, making sure you fell asleep, making sure you were alright.Â
As he was turning around to crawl back to his place and take care of himself, he heard a soft, muffled sound coming from your room. He immediately moved back to the hole to peek inside.Â
You were stirring under the sheets. Were you having a bad dream? Or perhaps you couldn't fall asleep?Â
He leaned in further, squinting through the gap in an attempt to see you better. More weak noises came out of you, causing him to frown in confusion. It didn't sound like you were in pain⌠But your breath came out in short gasps, as if you were having trouble with something.
Brahms felt his muscles tense up, his whole body urging him to follow his instincts and barge into the room to help you.Â
âOhh, f-fuckâŚf-fuckâŚâ
The sound of your voice made him freeze on the spot, his eyes growing wide. He watched as your legs spread apart under the sheets and your body arched up slightly. He could see it clearly now; your arm hidden beneath the sheets, resting right between your thighs.Â
It took all of his strength to hold back the deep grunt that was about to spill out of his mouth when he finally realised what was happening. His legs gave out, causing him to fall to the floor, but his hands muffled the thud by holding onto the wall, slowing down his fall.
He leaned his forehead against the wooden panels, his breathing shallow and his body trembling in restraint. His hand tentatively reached for his pants, while the other rested on the wall in front of him for support. He had to bite down on his lips to muffle a moan the moment he palmed himself from above the fabric. His bulge twitched, desperately screaming for attention but he knew he couldn't answer⌠He would make too much noise⌠and alert you⌠Scare you⌠No⌠He couldn't risk it⌠He had to wait⌠Wait until you finished and fell asleep⌠Only then⌠Only then he couldâŚÂ
Reluctantly, he tore his hand away from his pants and rested it on the wall as well, going back to focus on the sight of you. Your voice was growing louder, and each single moan and whimper that escaped you went straight to his throbbing erection, making him grit his teeth. His hips started bucking up, thrusting into the air on their own accord, moving in unison with your own as if he was the one pleasuring you⌠hitting your most precious spot inside you instead of your fingers.Â
He had to summon every ounce of willpower inside him to control himself and hold back when he heard you cry out in pleasure, your body spasming violently, shaken by waves of ecstasy.Â
The muffled sound of his ragged breathing drowned out your sounds as it reverberated through his mask, his hot breath condensing into tiny drops on the cold ceramic.Â
Brahms kept staring at you, raptured and shuddering with barely contained lust as you came down from your high and tucked yourself in again, ready to fall asleep this time.Â
He nearly came only from watching you, or rather, hearing you. If he could have truly seen you, nothing could have prevented him from bursting inside his pants without even touching himself. It would have been so much better than what he was going through at that very moment âshivering, gasping for air, trying to remain silent, and not answering the urge to relieve himself.Â
He had to make sure you were asleep first.
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Movie Night - Hongjoong
KINKTOBER DAY 12, REQ. BY anon
~"gentle sex+ praise w Hongjoong"
pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader
genre: 18+, filth, sweet
summary: watching movies with your lovely boyfriend takes a 180 turn... as he gets a little bit too excited mid-watching.
wc: 2k
warnings: first time sex, all lovey dovey, getting bricked up while watching a movie, consent is hot omfg, protected (yay!), fingering, foreplay, aftercare, completely consensual, praising, pet names, established relationship, for sure forgot something, completely unedited might edit later.
Author's Note: I believe this is the seeetest smut fic I've ever written? Nothing too intense, lovely chemistry and so on... I actually like it tbh. Anon, I hope it's up to your expectations and if not, I'm always going to receive feedback! Be it positive or negative ^^ my requests are open đ¤. Enjoy ,lovie !
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.
The night was quiet, save for the soft hum of the television and the occasional pop from the bowl of freshly made popcorn. You and Hongjoong were curled up on the couch, legs tangled comfortably beneath a shared blanket. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over the both of you as the movie played. It was supposed to be a relaxing eveningâa movie marathon, your favorite snacks, and the comfort of his arm draped casually over your shoulder.
As the latest movie flickered across the screen, you glanced up at Hongjoong. His usual focus on the screen seemed slightly off tonight, his eyes darting to you more frequently. He was silent, but you could feel the shift in his energy. Your stomach fluttered, not entirely sure what had changed, but knowing something had.
At one point, you shifted to get more comfortable, your body brushing against his. You didnât think much of it at first, but then you noticed the slight tension in his body. When you glanced down, you saw itâhis reaction. Your face heated instantly, and you bit your lip, trying to suppress the sudden wave of embarrassment.
Hongjoong noticed your expression and followed your gaze. He tensed for a moment before giving a soft chuckle, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Iâuh...sorry, I didnât mean for that to happen," he muttered, the faintest hint of a blush creeping onto his cheeks.
You cleared your throat, trying to laugh it off. "Well...I guess thatâs one way to make movie night more interesting."
He smirked, leaning a little closer. "Maybe we could take a break from the movie, then? You know...if you're up for it."
The playful suggestion in his voice made your heart race even more, and despite your flustered state, you couldnât help but feel a pull of excitement. You met his gaze, feeling a mix of shyness and anticipation.
"Maybe..." you whispered, giving him a teasing smile.
Hongjoong's gaze lingered on you, and the tension between you grew palpable, the air thick with unspoken words. He leaned in slowly, his hand finding yours beneath the blanket, fingers brushing softly against your skin. His touch sent a shiver through you, your breath catching as he closed the distance between your faces.
You felt his warm breath on your lips, your heart pounding in your chest as you searched his eyes for a sign of hesitation. But there was noneâjust quiet intent and a tenderness that made your chest tighten. You tilted your head slightly, eyes fluttering closed as you met him halfway. His lips touched yours gently at first, as if testing the waters, before deepening the kiss.
The movie played on in the background, forgotten, as you melted into the kiss. His hand slipped up to cradle the side of your face, thumb brushing softly against your cheek as his lips moved in perfect rhythm with yours. The kiss was slow, unhurried, but it carried a depth that sent warmth rushing through you.
You pulled away for a brief moment, catching your breath, only to have Hongjoong's forehead rest against yours. His voice was barely above a whisper, filled with an intimacy that made your skin tingle. "You okay?"
You nodded, smiling softly. "More than okay."
His free hand began to move, tracing along your arm and then down to your waist, pulling you just a little closer, the weight of his body grounding you in the moment. You responded in kind, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, pulling him in for another kiss, this one deeper and more urgent. The world around you seemed to blur as you both gave in to the building tension, the space between you dissolving as you held each other tight.
Hongjoong pulled back slightly, his breath uneven as he looked at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness. He ran his thumb gently over your cheek, studying your expression, making sure you were still comfortable. "Can I...?" he started, his voice soft, almost hesitant. His eyes flicked down briefly before meeting yours again, the unspoken question hanging between you.
You felt your heart skip a beat, understanding what he was asking without him having to finish the sentence. You could see the care in his eyes, the way he was waiting for your response, giving you control of the moment. Your chest tightened with emotion, and after a deep breath, you gave him a slight nod, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."
His lips curved into a soft smile, filled with both relief and affection. He leaned in to kiss you again, slow and deliberate, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. His fingers brushed your skin lightly as he began to lift the fabric, pausing for a moment, giving you a chance to stop him if you changed your mind. When you didnât, he continued, pulling it over your head gently.
For a moment, Hongjoong just stared, his eyes wide and filled with awe as they roamed over you. His breath hitched slightly, and you could see the way his face softened, as if he couldnât believe what he was seeing. "Youâre... beautiful," he whispered, his voice full of sincerity. His hand moved slowly, tracing the curve of your shoulder, his touch light as if he were afraid of breaking the moment.
You blushed under his gaze, feeling exposed but not uncomfortable. There was something in the way he looked at youâlike you were the most precious thing he had ever seenâthat made your heart swell. "I've never seen anything like this," he admitted quietly, almost to himself. His eyes met yours again, filled with admiration. "You're perfect."
You felt your cheeks grow warmer, but you couldnât help the smile that tugged at your lips. His praise felt genuine, heartfelt, and it only deepened the connection between you. Hongjoong leaned in to press another soft kiss to your lips before moving to kiss your collarbone, his touch reverent, as if every inch of you deserved the utmost care and attention.
His hands moved gently, exploring your skin with a mix of curiosity and adoration, but always with a quiet, unspoken question in his eyes, making sure you were comfortable with each step.
As soon as he got to the hem of your sweatpants, he looked up again and even before he got to ask you, you nodded and let him know that he can undress you. So with that he took your sweatpants off, leaving you in only your panties, no bra.
"Everything good..?" he shyly asked, gaze shifting onto your hard nipples, gulping at the sight.
"Y-yes.. please, Joong.." you pleaded, whining at him.
"Are you.. sure? It's kinda.. both of our first times..." he said, slightly panicking, but you reassured him that everything is okay by shutting him off with a longed kiss.
While still kissing you, he also took your panties off, then broke the kiss for a moment.
"You're perfect.. my love.." he told you, showering you with love. He took off his clothes and looked at you, eyes full of lust combined with affection.
As you were laying on your back on the laid-down couch, an extendible bed, he positioned himself to your entrance and stood like that for a moment. His hands went traveling, from your thighs to your waist and to your breasts, resting them around where he could, flustered. He went in for a kiss, tongues interlocking and deeply tasting you as his right hand went to your dripping folds, softly, almost scared-like touching you, to not make you uncomfortable. You squirmed under him, trying to get more friction from his fingers and as soon as you felt him insert two of them, you soflty moaned, the sound revrebrating through as you kissed him.
He deepened the kiss as his fingers began to move, slowly at first, teasingly. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the tension in the air growing as his pace picked up, each stroke more deliberate, more eager. Your hips instinctively rocked against his hand, silently urging him on as your breaths became shallow, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through you.
His lips trailed away from your mouth, planting soft kisses along your jawline, down to your neck. The sensation of his hot breath and the delicate pressure of his lips made you shiver. He could sense your need, your desire for more, and his hand responded in kind, fingers curling inside you, finding that sweet spot that made your back arch and a sharp gasp escape your lips.
For a brief moment, he paused to look at you, his eyes dark with desire, silently asking for permission to continue, to go further. You could feel the connection between you, the understanding that this was a shared moment of passion, of trust. With a soft, breathless nod, you gave him that silent affirmation, ready to lose yourself in the sensations he was stirring within you.
"I-mmh, I'm close, Joong-" you breathed out, legs trembling and your walls clenching on his fingers. The knot that formed in your belly was damn close to bursting, his fingers became steadier and faster, one of his hands traveling to your breasts and fondling with them. He leaned in for another kiss and as soon as he curled his fingers inside you a couple of times, you came down from your high, broken moans and whines escaping your throat.
"Good girl.. my love" he praised you, while the hand that was inside you just a moment ago went to his hard and aching cock, looking contently at you. He slowly got up and opened a drawer, taking a condom out of a small box. Your eyes widened at his care as he put it on and lined himself up to your entrance, his hands resting on your waist.
"Are you ready?" he shyly muffled.
"Y-yes" voice breathless and broken.
He slowly thrusted himself in you, giving you time to adjust to his size. He stood still for a moment, waiting for a sign from you, to which you softly moved under him, trying to get some friction. He took that as a sign and started fucking you more rapidly, but with all the care in the world. He lifted you up in his lap, as he embraced you. Your hands gathered around his shoulders, holding onto him dearly.
"I love you so much... y/n" Hongjoong stated.
"Me too, Joong.."
You were now in charge of the movements, being of top of him. And as you moved up and down, with a steady rythm, both your breaths got shallower and in a gasped manner. Hongjoong's hands were holding onto your waist and ass, trying so hard not to move you more than you wanted. But he was patient, never rushing you.
He muffled something you couldnât quite figure out, but he soon found his words, "You feel so good... my love. You're so beautiful.. Goddamn, I'm so close-" and as you let yourself be fully filled by his lenghty cock, he finished and let out a string of muffled words, forehead now resting on your shoulder.
He decided to fuck you through his high which put you in the spot to be close to cumming again, which happened as soon as he bottomed out a few more times, hitting all your good spots, accompanied by his hands roaming your body.
You felt slightly overwhelmed, tears forming in your eyes from all the pleasure and pain of having sex for the first time with your lovely boyfriend.
He helped you off and lifted you up, carrying you to the bathtub. He slowly put you down and turned on the shower, getting in, too.
"Let's get you washed up.. my darling " he softly said and moved the shower head towards your body, hands soflty cleansing you.
"Thank you for all of this.. truly" you said, smiling.
"Thank.. you for trusting me, I should be saying" Hongjoong stated and leaned in for a forehead kiss, embracing you thightly while he let the water run and slowly fill the bathtub.
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Blue Lock Filo! AU Headcanons
đ¤ feat. isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, barou, nagi, reo, sae, rin, karasu, otoya, hiori, shidou, oliver, yukimiya đ¤ tags: college au, filo au, crack (kinda), sfw, written in Taglish because ???, not proofread lel
note: I'm sorry if your uni isn't here. My knowledge of universities in the country is limited to the big 4 and some others that participate in uaap sobbb
note 2: Send me your own hcs too plspls
note 3: filo moots sana magkaron haha what if
Isagi
He goes to UST and will correct you (nicely) about how to pronounce "Thomasian"
Goes to church with his family every Sunday without failure
He's close with his extended family too, especially the grandparents.
Golden child. Siya yung bata na example ng nanay mo na dapat gayahin mo raw.
A fan of indie Pinoy bands and watches indie Pinoy films.
Cup of Joe fan lol
Too shy to ask anyone out for the Christmas event sa UST (sorry limot ko na ano tawag).
Is in UST, but probably not taking up medicine. Parents were supportive of it though.
Mabilis mag-reply. He uses the đ and đ unironically
Friends with a lot of questionable/cancelable guys, but he's still genuinely the nice one among them
When he visits a friend's house, he's always chatting up their parents and helping around the house without being asked
Generic sinigang enjoyer :shrug:
Pretty much an average guy. Though he is definitely nicer than most. It shocks you.
(Sorry wala na ko maisip pero basta green flag siya).
Bachira
Goes to UP Diliman for fine arts
A manic pixie dream boy that girls gush about when they see him hanging out at the sunken gardens
Knows all the brainrot and even the Pinoy brainrot
Does the "Ha? Halaman" and says "Sinong nagtanong?"
Loves Jollibee because it's cheap and it tastes good
Spaghetti and Jollihotdog enjoyer
Social anxiety fears him. He'll do mostly everything you ask him for 20 pesos (sometimes for free)
Celebrated his 4th birthday at Jollibee and has a picture with the mascot lol
Bardagulan enjoyer
Has been casted in plays before and is genuinely good at acting
See him running in campus because he's always late to class
Puts too many songs in the karaoke but never finishes the songs because he gets bored halfway through
Runs a FB meme page...
Actually dresses nicely. Hindi mukhang pakboi
Not afraid sumabit sa jeep. Either sa tabi siya ni manong or sabit
Chigiri
Went to some fancy all boys like Brent, then is now in Ateneo
Could be studying business ??
Not conyo. Just straight up English with a really good accent
imessage lang daw mode of communication niya
Always wearing a button up, khaki pants, and loafers na Sperry or sandals from Birkenstock
Was featured in a commercial when he was younger
His mom was very active in the PTA. Their family was often the topic of chismis because yk maraming inggit sa paligid.
Does not listen to OPM or watch Filipino movies because 'corny' daw 'yun
Mabagal mag-reply since he's always busy doing something
Calls people 'baduy' or 'jologs' or 'jejemon' because he can
MATARAY SI ATE KO
Will never catch him on a dating app because, again, it's so baduy daw
Kunigami
I dunno but... UP Baguio vibes siya lol
Will always always always post on his story of him running along the campus
May post palagi ng gym progress at Strava stats niya
People think he's thirst trapping, but really, he's not
Also very close with family and they celebrate all holidays together no matter what
Karinderya food enjoyer (same)
Loves anything na lutong bahay tbh. He's not picky with food.
Mabagal din mag-reply pero that's because he's not chronically online
Does not get internet memes or references. Lolo po siya.
A really good kuya! The type to intimidate his sisters' boyfriends if they ever come to visit their house.
Probably also plays basketball too. They used to live near a gym/ring. He played a lot with the neighborhood kids.
Watches NBA and Manny's boxing matches
Shot puno. Red Horse. San Mig.
Pag nalasing nag-dadrama tapos kakanta ng malungkot na song sa karaoke
Laging naka sando LOL
Barou
UP DILIMAN TOO AND STUDYING ARCHITECTURE
Makes insanely good plates
Laging napapagalitan ni lola kasi nakasimangot palagi
Lola's boy by the way
Gets insane road rage because of the god awful traffic
"Putangina traffic na naman." / "Parang gago 'to mag-drive." / "Sige. Singit pa, hayop ka." (sa naka-motor)
Fan siya ng F1
Malutong magmura lmfaooo
Also a gym bro but doesn't care about sharing it on social media
Barely any social media presence
Tutors his younger siblings
Isn't ashamed of taking food from parties, stuffing it in a tupperware, and heading his merry way home
Argues with people on FB because he can
"Anong sinasabi mo. Bobo ka ba?"
Term of endearment niya ay "Tanga"
Nagi
Parents always get mad at him kasi nga tamad.
Also because he was a picky eater as a child. Would rather starve than eat that one ampalaya dish (was always served at his household which pissed him off)
Wanted to go to the same university as Reo but Ateneo is too serious for him. So he went with sports science in NU
They make sure to meet up still
Always misses his stops because he falls asleep or zones out
He's the guy in class who always has his airpods on no matter what
Hoodie, baggy pants, dunks
Mahilig umutang, pa-unti unti, pero madalas nalilimutan
"Ah. May utang ako? Sorry, nalimutan ko siguro."
COD player na palaging may battle pass no matter what. Nainis siya isang beses kasi sinabihan siya ng PC MASTER RACE. Eh cellphone gamer lang siya
Obviously, he had his ML phase
Trashtalker siguro. "Tulog ka na. Bata," type shi
Teachers always forced him to join the events in the sports fest
Reo
Siyempre, Ateneo 'yan. Management Engineering pa. 'Di niyo kinayaaaa
CONYO 'YAN FOR SURE
He's in a bunch of orgs and stuff because he's a social butterfly like that
May nanay na judgmental sa ibang pamilya lmfao
Was in one of those interviews on campus asking students about their daily baon
"Ah. Isn't 1k a day normal? It's kulang pa nga eh since I live sa condo."
Ayun. Nakatira sa condo pala.
Goes golfing with his dad and posts his swing on IG stories
Crypto bro. Shares his crypto stats(?) sa IG stories
Humble bragger kahit saan. Personal or on social media
Same porma with Chigiri pero mas madalas naka-polo shirt siya
Ralph Lauren and Lacoste boy
Laging VIP seats sa concerts. May napila sa SM tickets para sa kanya
Lowkey a D-list or C-list celebrity
Friends with Filo actors and actresses
Sae
Also Ateneo (Sorry ang daming Ateneo. Alam ko. Pero those are the vibes eh.)
Definitely went for medicine and is planning to study even more sa foreign country
The golden boy of their clan. Always receives the most praise and pasalubong from relatives
He hates hearing the "Ang laki mo na!" greeting
Never engaged in the pagmamano and saying of "po" and "opo"
SURPRISINGLY, he enjoys the dirty ice cream they sell on a cone (it's not actually dirty btw, it's what we call ice cream sold by carts on the street. it's edible dw)
Possibly a frat boy
Gets so many message requests on messenger and insta but he ignores them all
Strava enthusiast din
You'll see him running in all of the best gear
Not conyo. He actually speaks mostly Tagalog but there's that slight 'maarte' accent there
Hates being called 'rich kid' kesyo baduy din daw LMAO
They have a driver, so many yayas, a gardener... ay basta kumpleto staff nila
Ayaw nung staff sa kanya kasi suplado
Drives a BMW
Rin
Went to La Salle and got into LeapMed just to spite his older brother and prove to them that he is better
Relatives always compare them
Even though they're rich, he probably got a lot of hand-me-downs from kuya, which pissed him off SO MUCH
Not a fan of Filipino movies, but he likes the horror movies. He says some of them are really well-crafted and gives a good scare sometimes
Unlike Sae, Rin likes homemade food. I see him liking Menudo lol (I mean, who doesn't?)
Refuses to commute. He's driving or he's being driven. No buts.
Mas gusto siya ng staff sa bahay nila lol
He grew up with a specific yaya. They're actually still close now. He's closer to her than his parents.
The conyo one. Mahilig mag-mura pero exclusively English 'yan.
Takes the longest to reply kaya 'yan walang ka-talking stage lol
100% has beef with the younger members of his extended family. He has that annoying cousin that he tripped once because why not
He hates family reunions, of course
Karasu
UPLB. Fo sho.
Chemical engineering definitely.
Halimaw yarnnn (heart eyes heart eyes)
Bro pulls up to class in a shirt, basketball shorts, and flip flops
Not a fan of the nightlife there, but is a certified manginginom LMAO
Can outdrink his dad and titos. Kahit lambanog pa 'yan
Extra respectful to the ladies in his family. Gets ultra pissed off when someone jokes about getting with his mom or older sister
Malutong din magmura
His personal favorite is "gago" HAHAHA
Medyo dry mag-chat, walang emojis (pero 'yun ang gusto ng mga babae apparently)
Not a fan of Manila (smells weird daw there)
Secretly makes fun of conyo people lol
Street food enjoyer. His favorite is probably isaw or squid balls. Matamis and maasim sauce please !
He can cook, but his mom cooks better, so taga-saing na lang siya ng bigas lol
Mahilig siya sa tapsilog siguro.
Lives off of energy drinks to survive the semester
Crush ko siya. Hala headcanon ba yan HAHAHAHA
Otoya (Oh boy oh boy)
Engineering as well, but at Mapua. Probably electrical engineering or industrial
Gwapo na mabango HAHAHA
VAPES. Onti na lang naka-lanyard na vape niya
Listens to Zild and Hev abi...
Araw-araw may IG story ng car niya, ng music na pinapakinggan niya, or panibagong soft launch
Fan siya ng American Psycho at Blade Runner kasi he is him daw (akala niya siya si Ryan Gosling na may pinagdadaanan...)
Nasa Tinder at Bumble. Bio reads: "Let's see where it takes us."
Na-cancel na sa Twitter before pero wala siyang pakialam (unbothered king?!)
Favorite song ang FE!N
Rap fan 'yan eh
Nako... may Telegram 'yan
Valorant e-boy. Kailangan may duo palagi.
Says he's into cute chinitas probably
Laging may note sa IG or sa messenger lol
"Kumain ka na ba?" texts (hala siya)
Of course, good morning at good night texts din
Frat boy siguro (may frat ba sa Mapua? sorry hindi ko knows)
Drinks a lot, but he can't handle his liquor. Gigising na lang siya the next day may video siya sa boy's GC na kung anu-ano ginagawa.
Hiori
Computer Science probably. Also in UPLB. (Ang probinsyano?? HAHAHAHA)
Studying? Why study when he can be at the computer shop? He lives there, pretty much
Dorms because he wants to get away from his family
Can't be bothered with org/frat culture
Tambay sa forums like freedom walls/reddit/etc
Sumasali siya sa e-sports tournaments
LoL and DOTA player, of course
Also plays a bunch of stuff on Steam as well though. Pero babalik at babalik pa rin sa LoL
Also plays Valorant. Smurfs for fun because he likes crushing the hopes and dreams of people. "Sala ka pa. Haha, tanga," type shi.
Always down for the early morning runs to 7-11 or whatever's open at that hour
Puro pancit canton kinakain. Puro Mountain Dew iniinom.
He and his friends always talk about PC specs...
"Hindi, pre. Mas maayos pa rin 'yung ano..."
Shidou
Also from La Salle maybe? Not the Taft branch though. Hindi kasing yaman nung iba siguro.
Fine arts student! May art account siya sa IG
Napalabas siya sa McDo dati kasi masyadong maingay
Would probably vlog a day of his life at La Salle
Posts all the unhinged shit on their freedom wall and fucks with the people from the Taft branch lol
The reason why their group chat cannot be leaked under any circumstance AT ALL
Always has the weirdest nickname in their messenger group chat
Somehow I get the vibe that he enjoys inihaw lol (same)
Napunta rin minsan sa computer shop. But very rarely because he gets too heated and starts making a ruckus there (mapapalabas na naman)
Expert commuter. Baha has nothing on him. Waterproof siya.
Would probably engage in frat culture, but only for fun
A party animal. 10 seconds niya yung Cuervo ez
Oliver
Umm UP Manila Political Science? Maybe?
Always nominated for council positions or other important roles in university organizations lol
Major kuya vibes kasi
ANONG VAPE VAPE? DIRETSO MARLBORO RED NA
Which is giving out first? His liver or his lungs? Abangan.
Unlike Otoya, he doesn't really date girls at the same time, but more so, he moves faster than what you'd expect (may rebound palagi kumbaga)
Posts on his IG story always with the intention of capturing the attention of someone lol (lagi siya humahakot haha)
"It's not you. It's me."
Bro thinks he's the male lead of a Filipino indie romance film
Cannot shut up about I'm Drunk I Love You
Frequents BGC clubs as well. Aspired to be a DJ once
Lahat ng messaging apps meron 'yan. Replies very fast too.
Search up BGC Boy playlists on Spotify. That's what he does, at least.
Yukimiya
Maybe goes to Normal U. because he wants to be a teacher/professor
The typical softboi you see at a cafe reading a book or typing away on his MacBook
So many girls like him, but he's the type to be in a long-term relationship with a high school sweetheart or something
Most of his stories are of him studying (his notes, his coffee with his notes, his laptop screen)
Ben&Ben listener LMAOOO
Possibly also a lifestyle vlogger or podcaster
Keeps getting offers to model for local brands
Possibly religious (his whole family is)
He looks like he would like adobo. 'Yung may toyo, hindi ung tuyo (ANG RANDOM BAHAHAH)
Munimuni listener (he was sad when the vocalist left)
Wants to win a Carlos Palanca award eventually
Looks like the type to advocate for the local culture and is against colonial mentality
My brain ran out of ideas that's why some are shorter than the others lol
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Yeah but like what if one day Gaz walked into a room and saw Y/N FNAF lore dumping to Ghost
[Infodumping the boys]
(Mostly Platonic tf141 x gen neutral! reader, hints at Ghost bc itâs me and Iâm biased.)
Summary: Teddy aka You, decide to gather the gang and tell them about five nights at Freddyâs before the movie comes out.
Word count: 800 ish
Warnings: Possibly of for the boys (idrc tho lmao), Teddy is this readers callsign, reader is implied to be at least early 20âs, I canât think of anything else tbh but lmk if this does need something tagged!
It wasn't uncommon for you to infodump your teammates, they're all older than you and have significantly less screen time than you (it ties into being older). Most of the information you give them is something they take as fact, this is no different.
Gaz of all people knows your interests best, you two being the closest in age means you both realistically grew up with the internet and its most popular series.
The last thing he expected walking into one of the many meeting rooms on base, was you at the front of the room, your laptop hooked up to the projector and Price and Soap sitting down, dutifully listening with varying degrees of attention.
Price is to your left, staring down at mission documents that no doubt need to be turned in by tomorrow. A glass of some liquor next to his stack, a cigar box that's propped open right by it as well.
To anyone else, it would seem like Price isn't listening and he's just here to keep you from bothering him to come but Gaz can see the Captain's eye flick up every so often, his eyes softening when his gaze falls on yours, listening for a few beats, a miniscule upturn of his lips until he's looking back down again, grabbing a pen to make a correction.
Soap on the other hand is sitting next to Cap, a hand resting under his chin, the other flipping around a pen in his hands. He's nodding and asking questions as you flick through. Below him is a notebook that seems to have scribbled in it, if Gaz walked in further he could see little drawings of Monty Gator and Soap himself, a Venn diagram with a large red writing saying "Mohawk!!"
Ghost being there probably should be a shock but it isn't. The man is known to follow you around like a shadow, he humors you arguably the most out of the four men, letting you drag him to and from places with minimal complaint. He bets Ghost is gonna be the one to take you to the five nights at Freddys movie premiere.
Simon's dressed down to just his hoodie and his balaclava mask, attentively watching you as you speak passionately about each character and their role in the series. his dark eyes flicking around to stare at the drawings you inserted so everyone could see what the animatronics and others looked like.
You would've thought this was a mission debrief with how focused he was on your words.
Gaz lets out a fake cough, announcing himself to the room and he watches as your eyes immediately latch onto him, he ignores how his heart skips a beat when he sees the crinkles of your eyes, seeing you shoot a glowing smile his way.
You always look at him like that but he never tires of it.
"Gaz! Finally, you're here!"
Rushing over to him, you grab at his hand, quickly intertwining fingers, and start dragging him to the seat next to Ghost. He sits down with a huff, amusement swimming around his eyes. You move to go back to the front of the room, gleefully rocking on the balls of your feet as you look at them.
"What's all this about?" He questions, after getting nods in acknowledgment from the other 3 men in the room.
"Teddy here is tellin' us about five nights atâŚFrankies?"
"It's Freddy's, Johnny." You roll your eyes playfully.
"No shot you're making Ghost and Cap listen to this."
"I'm not making them do anything, they're here of their own free will, thank you very much." Sticking out your tongue, moving to click to the next slide.
"Is that true Cap?"
"It's background noise," John murmurs with a shrug, taking a swig out of his glass. He leans back in his seat, seemingly taking a momentary break as he looks around at the table.
"Got nothin' better else to do," Simon answers easily, looking at Gaz from the corner of his eye.
"You ain't gonna ask me, Garrick?"
"Nah, you of all people would enjoy it."
"What's tha-"
"Boys! Shut it! We're getting to the good part!" You clap your hands together and Soap immediately cuts himself off, looking back at you.
With all the boys' eyes on you, you clear your throat and push a button, there, from when Gaz remembers, is Michael Afton in all his purple nasty body glory.
"Fucks wrong with him? Why does he look like that?" Simon remarks, an eyebrow shooting up.
"I'm so glad you asked, you know actually the more I think about it, You and Michael actually have a lot in common.â
"How so?"
"Asshole dad, the oldest brother, daddy issues, I can keep going if you want."
Ghost just grunts in acknowledgment, raising a hand to his head and rubbing at his temples.
Price chokes on his liquor, coughing as it goes down the wrong pipe.
Soap audibly drops an "oh."
And Gaz just stares, truth be told, yeah. Yeah, he can see the resemblance.
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Isolation
Part two of the craving you series (part 1)
Dark! Wanda Maximoff x reader
Minors dni!! Masterlist°â˘â
Summary - you settle into your new job while Wanda undos your life
Warnings - manipulation, dark Wanda, obsessive Wanda, unhealthy obsession, breaking and entering, theft, bribery, catnapping, Wanda calls herself mommy, not proofread again srry
Words - 1.8k
A/n - this took me ages to write srry, I still think part one is better tbh
When you first got the job as Wanda's personal assistant you expected it to be strange like the meeting you'd had in her office prior, the one in which she'd has you begging on your knees. Much to your surprise however Wanda was more professional than ever, keeping to herself and only talking about work matters. Little did you know this was because she was too busy eyeing you up to make conversation.The job itself wasn't much too difficult either perhaps even easier than your original job and for the same wage. Your days consisted of planning phone calls, picking up mail, getting her lunch and coffees, taking notes in meetings, arranging taxis, responding to emails and then collapsing in to bed with your darling cats.
Wanda watched on eagerly as you slipped into a blissful false sense of security over the weeks working. Enjoying every second especially since she got to gaze at you every second of the day. The way you did your hair each morning, how you rolled around your wheeled chair had you been sat too long, the same pen you always fiddled with in meetings, how your nose scrunched when your were confused, the cuteness of your little yawns when you were tired. It was all the little quirks she hadn't got to see in you before that she grew to love now.
Her obsession love for you only grew the more time you'd spent with her. Your little smiles and nervous way of talking had her fighting back blush. Wanda was always ever so excited for you to go out on some pointless errand so she could take a look in your bag, one time even being lucky enough to find your treasured journal. Her favourite page, which she took photos of so she could re read it anytime, read as; 'my boss Wanda has been more kind than I could ever wish for, with giving me a new job instead of just throwing me out onto the streets. I wish she could know how grateful I am to still be employed as she could have easily had rid of me. I've always had such a good gut feeling about her as a boss and it's finally been proved correct.
I'd never admit this aloud as I don't think it's appropriate for work but I think Wanda is possibly one of the most pretty women I've ever met, she always has a radiant smile when she looks at me joined with such cute freckles.' Oh if only you knew how Wanda swooned when she read that entry.
Slowly though this new found closeness was not enough for Wanda, she felt as if your gratefulness was dwindling and the time you spent together was hardly enough for what she craved. For what she needed.
Wanda needed a new way to make you come to her to make you rely on her. She needed something you loved, she just had to think of what. That's when she figured it out, she was watching you through her computer one night as you lay in bed peacefully sleeping beside your cats. She knew how much you loved them, how lost you'd be without them.
Her plan was simple, tell you she was going out for lunch with a friend when really she was heading over to your flat to take Marlo and Nixie. Arriving at your flat she saw the front door unlocked and tutted to herself, how silly you really were lucky she was looking out for you or someone could have just waltzed right into your home. Stepping through the front door she was overwhelmed with a euphoric feeling of being surrounded by you and your things. Briefly forgetting about the cats she went around your room, going through your wardrobe, admiring your jewellery and lying down in your bed. But all that wasn't enough for Wanda she wanted a little souvenir from her trip and that's exactly what she got. Going back into your wardrobe she carefully went through your underwear drawers deciding to take a matching red lacey set with rhinestoned buckle, you wouldn't need them anyway the only person you should be trying to impressing was her.
After successfully stifling your underwear she moved onto getting the cats. She'd brought her own little carriers for them, Wanda was no monster of course she'd never harm the small animals you held so close she'd just keep them safe and away from you for a while. Marlo was easy enough to convince to get in the carrier being friendly and easy going almost just like you however Nixie was another story hissing and trying to claw at Wanda anytime she tried to pick her up. Lucky for her shed planned this having overheard you discussing with a coworker several weeks ago about how Nixie didn't tolerate strangers unless she had some catnip. Needless to say she'd prepared for this event. Smiling to herself as she poured the catnip into the carrier and trapping the unsuspecting Nixie inside.
The next day at work Wanda hid her smirk well when she saw you shuffle in with puffy bloodshot eyes with big dark circles underneath, deciding to feign concern instead.
"Oh darling, what's up? You can tell me anything." A comforting smile on her face makes you sure you can talk to her about the cats.
"My.. my cats went missing and no one can find them." Your voice is hoarse from crying as you speak and more tears threaten to fall from your eyes.
"That's no good at all sweet girl." She stands from behind her desk walking over and engulfing you into a strong hug. "If there's anything I can do to help you at this difficult time don't hesitate to let me know." She tells you in a warm voice as she pulls your head closer into her chest making it hard for you not to become flustered.
"Thanks, thank you miss Maximoff." Your stumble through your reply while burying yourself into her strong body.
A few days later and your cats still haven't returned and you find yourself further falling into despair.
That's when you find a letter in your house. One that pushes you over the edge. The one you never wanted to see. An eviction notice. It felt like the life you'd fought so hard for, one you'd dreamed of since childhood was being torn apart before your eyes. As if God was punishing you for some unforgivable sin.
Wanda watched on eagerly as she saw you find the eviction note in your pile of post, a sick grin contorting on her face at the sight of your misery, at the knowledge she'd be the one to bring you back up. The one to heal you. The one you'd grow to adore, worship and crave as she did you.
Of course she was at fault for that letter after having heavily bribed your landlord to get rid of you. At first he was much opposed claiming you to be 'one of his best tenants' and how you never missed rent but after seeing the cash being offered to evict you he couldn't help himself. Wanda knew he'd break easily after all Money really is the root of all evil.
When she saw you sobbing at the kitchen table, shaking hands clutching the eviction notice she wished she could comfort you and tell you it'd all be okay. To hold you tight like she did not a few days ago. Wiping the tears from your delicate face, once you were hers you'd never feel this kind of pain again. Your suffering was only temporary but still it broke her heart to see you so down. Obviously she'd never regret what she'd done. It was all for you.
When you were next in work you felt and were sure you looked like hell. All your energy had been spent trying to find somewhere new to stay but all properties nearby were so expensive or just boxes. Your regular floral dresses had been replaced with knit sweaters and plain black trousers as if this was your autumn, the beginning of your end. When you saw Wanda it didn't help the way you felt when she appeared more put together than usual, her suits crisper somehow and jaw sharper as if while your life fell apart hers had blossomed.
"Darling, you look ill has something happened?" She asks with a practised act of sympathy, she already knew exactly what had happened after all she'd orchestrated the undoing of your life.
"My landlord evicted me for no reason and-.. and-.." You felt yourself becoming choked up as you struggled to tell Wanda what had happened. She picked up on your feelings almost as if in tune with your mind and quickly pulled you into her before beginning to stroke up and down your back in comforting patterns.
"Its okay, I'm here darling. Nothing bad will happen just tell mommy what's wrong." Your eyebrows raised at what she called herself but for some inane reason decided against questioning her.
"And.. I cant find anywhere to stay and my-.. m' cats are still missing and I'm gonna be homeless." She knew youd begun crying when she could feel damp on her blouse where your head lay. Wanda pulled your head back to face her and stroked across your cheeks in such a gentle fashion that you felt you legs may give out beneath you.
"Well you could always.. nevermind it wouldn't be appropriate." She says with pause to look down at your face. "Oh screw it. I can't stand to see you go homeless over some stupid eviction, y/n if you wanted you could stay in my home until you find somewhere permanent." What Wanda hadn't quite anticipated was the way your eyes lit up at the suggestion, she thought you'd have needed much more convincing than you did.
"I.. if your sure it wouldn't be a bother."
"Sweet girl you could never bother me."
That night Wanda took you over to her house and gave you a tour. It was the biggest and fanciest place you'd ever been. More things existed than you thought one person could need. She had everything from pools to inside tennis courts, acres full of forest land to a sauna. You finally understood what it must feel like to be rich. Wanda claimed her guest rooms were under renovation so you'd have to share her room for now. When you accepted sleeping next to her she was so ecstatic she could barely hide it behind the mask of sympathy anymore.
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| still around
summary: in which colby manages to communicate to his childhood best friend through cody and satori.
warnings: angsty tbh, this is a best!friend!colby x reader btw, mentions of death
authors note: kinda short and i lowkey donât like this
hell week had just begun for sam and colby. not even fifteen minutes ago, cody and satori had explained and begun to showcase their methods of communicating to spirits. which immediately baffled the duo.
a spirit named abigail arnold, had come through. she was called a friendly spirit, the matriarch of the conjuring house. sheâd also managed to bring samâs grandma through, libby golbach. this of course, freaked sam and the boys took a break, to which the spirits agreed.
as sam had recovered from the contact with his late grandma. the two walked back into the living room of the house. cody and satori checked in on sam, before continuing once again.
the workers connected their hands, by holding one anotherâs wrists. âhi,â satori began, footsteps echoed a moment after, âis this abigail iâm talking to?â the spirit responded with one step. âgreat! thank you abigail. is there anything else you need to tell me, or tell sam and colby?â
the ghost responded with two footsteps, satori nodded, beginning to spell out the alphabet. it began to spell out your name.
colbyâs eyes widened and his hands dropped to his sides. sam recognised the name from when colby first spoke about the loss of his childhood friend at only 14 years old. sam immediately panned the camera towards colby.
eventually, satori had spelt out your entire name. y/n y/l/n. satori and cody turned to look at the boys and noticed colbyâs watery eyes. âdoes that name mean something..?â satori asked carefully.
colby nodded slowly, trying to take a calming breath, âsheâs was my bestfriend. uh- she passed when i was fourteen,â colby explained a slight pause between words, reminiscing the thought of the girl.
satori nodded, turning back to cody and grabbing onto him, âabigail, is there anything y/n wants colby to know?â there was silence for a few moments, colby looking up with hopeful eyes, while sam and the camera watched him.
there were five footsteps around the living room. cody and satori nodded, sharing one glance as satori began saying the alphabet.
always watching
the sentence began with. colbyâs hand reached up to wipe away the stray tears that seeped from his eyes.
and loving you.
colby stood up and let a few more tears leak from his eyes. satori noticed this and asked abigail for a break, checking that it was okay with y/n as well, who agreed.
colby walked outside with colby following after him, just like they had already done not long ago after they got through to libby.
âdude, how you feeling?â sam asked, turning the camera light on.
colby stood there, wiping both his eyes with one hand. âitâs⌠itâs just pretty crazy. like we spoke to your grandma, and now y/n?â colby whispered, his voice hoarse. âand iâve never spoke about her. anywhere. sheâs always been apart of my like private life and iâve only really told you about her, so itâs just crazy to think that sheâs there and sheâs safe,â colby explained.
sam agreed, turning the camera so he was now also in frame with colby, âand just to think that my grandma and y/n, who are some of the most important people in our lives, are together. itâs sad but so nice to think and know,â
throughout the week, when satori and cody communicated with abigail, y/n was always there. when satori would ask if any other spirits were there, y/nâs name always popped up.
usually, she didnât have another message for sam or colby. by every so often, sheâd warn the boys about what lurks in the house, wanting to keep the boys safe. but sam and colby being sam and colby of course ignored the warning signs from both abigail and y/n.
ever since the first interaction with y/n, colby had begun opening up to the viewers about y/n and her passing. heâd mentioned her on his social media, sharing that she was the one who gave him the idea to create a channel in the future. she never specified what, but sheâd put the idea in his head and heâd forever be grateful for the girl he once knew.
when entering places as the basement and theyâd ask for abigailâs protection, heâd quietly mutter to y/n, praying for her to stay by his side.
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Give me more.
Pairing: neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader Words count: 2527 Rating: +18, MDNI
Summary: You're ovulating and can't calm down, just the night before Frankie leaves for a two-day camping trip with the boys for Santi's birthday... luckily Frankie is willing to help you... too much, even.
Tags/Warnings: POV second person, no use of y/n, established relationship, enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, a lot of kissing, female masturbation (on Frankie's leg hehehe), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, aftercare, reader has breasts and vagina, wears a baby doll and a thong, she's able body, she doesn't blush, she has hair but it's not described and she has no other description, brief readerâs thought insert, marked in italics. Pussy pronouns. Pet names (baby, honey, good girl). Frankie is our PEK on a mission đŤĄ
A/N: This Frankie is the same as You look like a fun place to sit, but it can be read as a stand alone, there are only some mild references to the previous ff. (If you haven't read it yet though, I hope you do đâĽď¸) I have a couple more ideas in mind for these two, I hope to have something out for the Christmas holidays at least. Thank you so much for loving these two in the previous story, especially to @harriedandharassed who read it and shared it like 3 times if I'm not mistaken, I'm so flattered and grateful. I hope this one works just as well as the first one. English is not my first language, I have no beta, I hope there aren't too many mistakes, please forgive me if there are. I'm open to any advice you want to give me to improve but please be kind. (you always are, tbh). Comments and reblogs are always welcome, you would make me so happy 𼚠I started a tag list, if you want to be added leave a comment. If you'd prefer to be tagged only on something specific I can definitely do that, just let me know.
Thanks to anyone who reads, I hope you enjoy.
âFrankie...â you whisper in the dark.
âYes?â he answers you in a thick sleepy voice
âAre you asleep?â
âActually yes.â
âYou're answering me, though.â
âSweetheart...â he picks up his phone from the nightstand âIt's 3:00 a.m. What's wrong?â
âI can't sleepâ you groan
âCome here, come onâ you shift on his part of the bed and he holds you tightly against his body, you rest your head on his chest and surrender to his comforting embrace and the scent of his skin.
You hum âthank youâ
He places a kiss on your forehead âsleep nowâ
You close your eyes, focusing on the sense of peace you feel wrapped in his strong arms, clasped to his body as warm as a furnace, one leg crossed over his, one arm wrapped around his waist.
It's amazing, really, so amazing that soon you begin to feel something else. a little shiver that runs under your skin, a little electric shock that goes through you all, and then a crescendo of wetness between your thighs.
Youâre ovulating and youâre feral, simple as that.
You try not to mind it, to let it pass, not to be too demanding after he has already made you come twice tonight, once on the couch while you were watching a movie - well at least you tried, but you actually have no idea what the movie was about because you were too busy bouncing on his cock, which when you think back on it, it makes you laugh because it seems like a constant in your dating that you can't finish watching a movie without jumping on each other - and once as soon as you got into bed when he saw you coming out of the bathroom in a new babydoll and thong you bought especially for him.
Only two months ago neither of you could stand the other but now, as much as it still bothers you to admit it since he was the last person you thought you would end up with, you are completely and hopelessly smitten with him.
âFrankie,â you whisper, hoping he won't tell you off âcan we kiss for a while? Just a little bit?â
Itâs so early in the morning that he doesn't have the energy to be sarcastic as usual, he just replies âof course, babyâ
He lowers himself on your face and kisses you on the lips, in a very tender but rather chaste way, he still looks half asleep. After a couple of minutes he stops and you sigh, resting your head back on his chest.Â
I must let him sleep, you tell yourself. This man is tired, he has already fucked me twice, that should be enough for now. Yet no, it's not enough, you still crave more.
âFrankie.." you mumble on his chest.
âMmm what is it again?â his voice is even deeper and rougher than usual, which literally sends you into raptures.
"I..." a glimpse of him between your legs as he eats your pussy flashes past your eyes, you squeeze them hard and admit "I want you"
âStill?â he doesn't have an angry tone, nor an irritated one, he's calm, quiet, definitely awake at this point because you feel his hands roam over your back, all the way down to your ass âyou insatiable little minx. You know I have to get up in three hours.âÂ
âI know...but it's not fair, it's SaturdayâÂ
âYou were there when I promised to go camping and fishing with the guys, right?â You leverage your arms to reach his neck, resting your lips on his soft, amber skin âmmmm yesâ you groan.
He chuckles, as he squeezes your butt cheeks âyou know I have to, it's Santi's birthdayâÂ
You continue your run up his neck, slipping your hands under his shirt, caressing his back.
âIâm going to miss you,â you whisper in his ear, burying a hand in his dark curls, your leg tightening around him brushing your barely covered pussy on his leg. Frankie gasps at the sensation, as you begin to grind against his thigh. âItâs only for two days. Jesus, you really are a menace, you know that?âÂ
âYeah, you like that about meâ You coo.
He puts a hand on your neck, his thumb brushing your ear while his other fingers wrap around the base of your skull. âI sure do. Go ahead, honey, make a mess on meâ
Youâre grinding hard, the texture of your brand new thong is adding a delicious scratch between your clit and his skin.Â
Ridiculous desperate moans escape your lips and he kisses you, letting them vibrate into his mouth.Â
Heâs wearing only a t-shirt and boxers, which allows you to feel his warm skin, your clit throbbing against him, your dripping pussy heating from the contact.
You feel the tingle of your orgasm mount inside you, your mouth is wide open for him, your tongue feverishly entwined with his in a sweet struggle that leaves you breathless.
And you come, wave after wave, quivering against him, one of his strong arms keeps you in place while his other hand is still wrapped around your neck squeezing lightly on your pulse point.
Your breath is short and ragged, your body hot and tested and yet you feel like itâs not enough.
As soon as your breathing returns to normal you mutter âgosh...I want moreâ into his slightly sweaty t-shirt.
His voice comes out more high pitched than he would like, he opens his eyes wide and exclaims, "Baby, do you want to wreck even the last bit of me tonight?â
You giggle softly and coo âSheâs aching, you knowâŚâ
You feel one of his hands kneading one of your ass cheeks and then sliding down to your pussy, massaging your folds from behind, wetting his fingers with your juices.
âMmm thatâs goodâ you whisper âbut I still want moreâ
Frankie grunts, flipping you onto your back on the bed and getting on top of you.Â
His eyes scan you in the dim light of your room, reading the lust on your face. âHow much is she aching?âÂ
You whine, tighten your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer but Frankie doesn't budge an inch, he's too strong for you.
âUse your words, baby, I know you can.â His gaze is no longer clouded by sleep, itâs alert and authoritative and he pins you down.Â
âA lot.âÂ
âYeah? Does this wet pussy need me?â he goes down your chest kissing your skin left uncovered by the thin straps of your baby-doll. You moan again, you don't know how to do anything else, your head feels light and confused.Â
"Answer me" he says leaving a bite on your shoulder.Â
You squirm and a breathy "Yes" comes out of your throat.
You feel his cock swell against your thigh, A trickle of desire runs down between your legs, wetting the thong you're wearing underneath. Itâs basically drenched at this point.
âWhat do you want me to do? Tell me what your naughty pussy needs"Â
âYour tongue, your fingersâŚâ you whine âPlease, FrankieâÂ
One thing you learned right away about Frankie is that he really enjoys eating his girl out.Â
He's not one of those men who do it just to get a blowjob in return. He's dedicated. He uses his tongue, his lips, his nose even, he compliments how you taste, how pretty your cunt is, how wet and warm she is under his tongue, he doesn't stop until you're left shaking and breathless beneath him, until he coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of you.Â
He really is a force of nature and blows your mind every single time. And not only at doing that, he is experienced and passionate in every field.
âGreedyâ
He pulls back the duvet and the cool air hardens your nipples as he reaches between your legs, his lustful, tantalizing eyes peering down at you.Â
His mouth brushes your inner thigh, slowly moving up from your knee to your groin, his beard tickling you deliciously, âis that what you want huh?âÂ
âYesâ you murmur âyes, please.âÂ
His plump lips settle on your opening, he sticks out his tongue and licks from above the fabric. You moan, sinking a hand into his raven curls, pressing him against your cunt.Â
He chuckles against your folds, sending an exquisite vibration through your body, slips his fingers into the elastic of your thong and slowly pulls it down.Â
Your cunt throbs in anticipation as his tongue travels up your slit and you emit a deep âFuck, yesâ as soon as his lips latch onto your clit, sucking away the last bit of reasoning you had left.Â
âOh God, FrankieâÂ
He goes down again and comes back up, tongue flat out sliding over your wetness, once, twice, three, four times as an irrepressible heat spreads inside you again and then the tip of his tongue stops under your clit and he begins to jerk it quickly with close flicks.
His hand is open on your thigh, he slows down a bit when he feels your body tenses, goes back to teasing your opening and then starts tickling your bundle of nerves again.
You tug his hair, spreading your legs even wider to take in all that he wants to give you, melting under his ministration.
âFuck, youâre so good, donât stopâ you whine and you see him grinning as he replies âI wonât, baby, Iâm going to have a damn fucking meal out of this pussyâ
His touch is careful, long laps and sucks on your clit, he knows how to alternate them, he seems to know your body and the way it reacts inside out.
Another thing you discovered about him is that he is great at listening and observing and very often guesses your needs and reactions before you express them. He immediately learned how you take your coffee, how you frown when something is bothering you, he knows that you need a particularly tight hug on Monday nights, and that on Friday nights you like to treat yourself to a drink to celebrate getting to the end of another work week.
Frankie is good, really good, you even start to really like quarreling with him, you like the way he stands up to you, the thrill of it and the amazing sex that usually comes right after.Â
He brings you almost to the edge with his tongue without taking his eyes off your face, and then you feel two of his fingers nudging at your entrance âyou want them huh?âÂ
âYesâ you breathe, almost on the verge of delirium and he teases âask nicely baby, I havenât heard that little magic word yetâÂ
You would roll your eyes if you were able to do that but right now all you feel is desire, desire to be full again with his fingers, desire to be fucked just like the way you like, desire to be his and only his.Â
âPl-pleaseâ you mutter and he whispers âhere she is, my good girlâÂ
His index and middle finger start to stretch you, it seems like heâs taking all the time in the world while youâre trembling and begging to be satiated.
âAlmost there pleasepleasepleaseâyou plead and he sinks a little bit more, up to half fingers, his other hand gripping on the soft skin on your tummy, keeping you in place while your back feels like a guitarâs string ready to snap. Â
Your walls are clenching desperately around his fingers, impatient to have all but instead of giving you your long awaited release he comes out completely.Â
"Fuck" you hiss.Â
His lips are curved into a mocking smirk.
Your clit is swollen, your hole empty and the almost release is tingling all over your body like a latent fire that cannot be extinguished.
âDid you think I would make this easy for you?â He asks ironically.
You scoff âGoddamn,Frankie!âÂ
You don't know how he finds strength but he's making you pay for be so demanding, your pussy won't stop throbbing as he barely caresses you, feather light touches on your folds, deliberately ignoring your clit.Â
You try to breathe deeply to calm down, but as soon as Frankie feels your body relax he returns to licking you, two fingers on your clit moving in circles.Â
You're almost on the verge of tears when he brings you back to within an inch of your brink.
âFrankie, pleaseâ you cry âI canât- fuck- I just canâtâ
âOh yes, you can. You wanted more? Iâm going to give you exactly this so now shut up and let me do my jobâ heâs commanding now.
Heâs slow and steady over your bundles of nerves and when you impossibly tense again his mouth is back on it, sucking and teasing with his tongue.
When he gives you your second orgasm he doesn't stop stimulating you as it washes over you, your back arches sharply, youâre gushing in his mouth and all over his face, your hand in his hair tugs to try to pull him away from you but he doesn't move, his lips stubbornly latched onto your clit, his hand firmly on your tummy while the other grips your thigh.Â
He doesn't stop as you anchor yourself to the edge of the mattress trying to lift yourself up, your body twitching unbearably, he pulls you by your legs and brings you right back to where he wants you without taking his face off you, in fact sinking even more. âFrankie please, please, I can'tâ you feel tears stinging your eyes.Â
You feel so sensitive itâs almost impossible to handle.Â
âSsssh youâre goodâ he says, detaching from you just long enough to say it, his beard and mustache glistening and soaked in your essence.
You squeeze your eyes, cover your mouth with your hand as you wail so gravelly it almost doesnât sound your voice anymore.Â
You're overstimulated, your body is sore, you murmur a tearful âpleaseâ again, and Frankie finally decides you've had enough. He pulls away from you and takes you in his arms as he whispers, âYou're okay, honey,â caressing your back. Your labored breathing slowly returns to normal, giving way to a deep, dense feeling of gratification.Â
Frankie definitely reached another level of dedication tonight.Â
âIs everything okay?â he asks as he lifts your chin, inviting you to look at him. "Yes," you murmur, and he kisses you tenderly, "do you think I've given you enough to deal with my absence for two days?â
You giggle âI think it's enough to endure a weekâ and ruffle his hair kissing him again, lingering on his lower lip âBut let me tell you something, though, someone they call Catfish who goes fishing⌠it's really oddâ
The sound of his thunderous laugh vibrates against you âI hadn't thought about it but I must admit that you are right. Now let me sleep for...I don't even know what time it is anymoreâ He reaches out an arm to retrieve the phone on the nightstand and realizes that it is already five o'clock.
âOh, fuckâ
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