#but before that. completely crazy. from the second i grabbed it from the fridge

[allthegothihopgirls]

my cat who is notoriously uninterested in eating human food, and freakishly content with just having a sniff of whatever i'm eating, has decided that deli chicken slices are the one thing he's going to be feral over.

[wonuwonder]

kitchen talk ✦ jeon wonwoo

they’re fighting, … again, but it gets hot

content: 1.5k words, fluff, smut, fem reader x wonwoo. established relationship. warnings: slight manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it) anything else lmk! minors dni

Wonwoo and you had had a fight, about something that you couldn’t even remember anymore, so now you were locked inside your room completely ignoring your boyfriend who was left behind in the living room. You heard him turn the tv off about half an hour ago, so he probably was already sleeping by now.

As the fight had happened right before dinner, you were starving, you hadn’t eaten anything since launch, and when Wonwoo came to the door afterwards to bring you something to eat, you were way too stubborn to accept it.

You got up to got to the kitchen, careful not to wake him up as you opened the door that connected to the living room. His back was turned against your room, so he didn’t notice. You opened the fridge and found the little bowl he had left for you, with a post-it that said;

‘Please eat, let’s talk later’

It warmed your heart honestly, making you smile lightly, knowing he would do something like this even if you were arguing. You put it in the microwave, trying to make as less noise as possible, you knew your boyfriend had a light sleep.

Turning around you found him staring at you leaning against the fridge with his arms crossed in front of his chest, scaring the hell out of you. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt that made his muscles stand out, and a pair of grey sweatpants that drove you crazy.

“Wonwoo! god - you gasped- you scared the shit out of me!”

“Oh i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-“ he smirked mockingly at your reaction and suddenly you could remember everything about your stupid fight earlier. The microwave beeped, telling you your food was ready so you turned around to plate it.

Your boyfriend let out a deep sigh and approached you from behind, resting his two big hands on the counter in front of you, locking you in front of him. You froze for a second, but kept doing your thing with the food, trying your best to ignore his presence. But he was determined to fluster you, he hid his head in your shoulder, making you shiver, as he started leaving sloppy kisses all around your neck.

“…Wonwoo- you sighed- what do you want?” you asked.

“Your attention” he answered softly and it almost broke your heart.

You gave up, now resting your head against his chest meeting his eyes, as he was much taller than you. He burried his head in the crook of your neck, hugging you from behind inhaling your sweet smell.

“I’m sorry y/n, let’s not fight anymore, i should’ve listened to you” he continued to kiss your neck

“i’m sorry too, we always get too riled up instead of talking-” you turned your head towards him and gave him a quick peck “now let me eat because i’m starving” you continued.

“You know what?, I have a better idea” he said slowly biting the hem of you ear, he let go of his tight grip resting one hand against the counter again, and the other on your waist, pressing you from behind with his crotch, grunting softly, making you feel his growing erection.

“Staring at your ass is always fun until it leaves me like this” he kissed your neck, definitely leaving a mark this time, making you whimper in pleasure.

You were wearing one of his big t-shirts and panties which meant easy access, so he quickly presses his hand against your clothed pussy.

“I barely touched you and you’re this wet already?” he asks smirking- “weren’t you supposed to be mad at me babe?” he scoffs.

“Loose the attitude or you’re not getting anything” you say half annoyed half turned on by his banter.

He starts to move his fingers in circles against your clit, but he stops turning you around, grabbing your thighs, “Up” he says and you do so, sitting on the counter, intertwining your legs around his hip, he squeezes your thighs and starts kissing you passionately, the kiss getting hotter by the minute.

He starts toying with the hem of your shirt dying to get it off, and you do just that, displaying yourself for him, you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful y/n” wonwoo says.

He gets closer to you and starts playing with your tits, licking your nipples making you moan instantly, caressing the other with his hand. When he kisses your mouth again, you start tugging at this shirt, desperately trying to see more of him.

“Get it off” you demand.

“Okay, bossy” he scoffs, and does just like you told him - god he was ripped- you thought.

You feel his abs almost instantly, trying to bring him more against you, although it was physically impossible to be closer, you couldn’t get enough of him.

“Like what you see?” he says with the biggest smirk on his face, kissing you again.

Settling his hands on your thighs he spreads you open, almost drooling at the sight, he moves your panty to the side and inserts one finger, you exhale deeply and start kissing him again, in between kisses he presses another finger to your entrance, grunting on your lips, making you moan, arching your back, your perky nipples touching his chest.

“Wonwoo I- I need you” you moan in-between kisses.

Extending your hand to stroke his bulge from under his pants, it was painfully hard by now.

“Fuck” he grunts.

He looses his pants and boxers at the same time and his cock springs out almost reaching his belly button. You take a moment to really look at your boyfriend, he was perfect, and so fucking hot. You reach for him, and start stroking and pumping his dick again, making him moan loudly, kissing him and leaving marks on his chest and neck, while he plays with your pussy, caressing your clit and folds with his fingers.

“Babe I can’t wait much longer” he says.

You stop to look him in the eye and kiss him again.

“Me neither” you reply, your lips already swollen from all the kissing.

He stretches the straps of your panties making them hit your skin lightly, reminding you still got them on, you gasp out loud from the sudden flick.

“Off, baby, now” he demands - how could he be so hot?- you thought.

You do as he says and get them off very slowly taking your time to tease him, as he follows you carefully with his eyes, you spread yourself even more on top of the counter, making him drool. He grabs your thighs and pulls you closer to him roughly, the both of you moaning as his dick grazes your entrance, and you start rubbing yourself impatiently against him, coating yourself and him with your wetness.

“Fuck Wonwoo you’re so big” you whimper.

“You can take it” he grunts back reassuring yourself -as always- and positions himself in front of your entrace.

His cock was long and thick, he starts making his way inside of you, it wasn’t even half in, and you already felt so full, gripping your thighs he pushes all of his cock inside you, stretching you open, making you cry out loud because of the stretch.

“That’s right baby, you can take it” you suck a breath in and while he waits for you to adjust to his size.

He leaves soft kisses all over your chest and shoulders.

“Alright move, I need m-more” you say, and in no time he’s moving slowly inside of you, and when you relax more into him, he starts picking up the pace. “Ugh you feel so good baby” you moan arching your back for him, pulling his hair.

“Oh yeah? you like that?” he grunts and goes harder on you, already taking you to the edge.

“Wonwoo i’m- i’m close”, he thrusts in one more time and pulls out of your pussy, making you clench around nothing.

He pulls you down, turning your hips around, and bends you over the counter, manhandling you like crazy, which turned you on even more. He smacks your ass and grips it tightly spreading your cheeks for him, meeting your entrance again with his cock, all you can do is moan and whimper in pleasure, taking what your boyfriend gives you. You rest your hand against the marble counter steading yourself as he’s pounding you from behind.

“Fuck you feel so good around me” he whimpers, gaining nothing but a moan from you back.

“I’m-m gonna” you start, barely getting your words out.

“I know baby me too” you can feel his cock throbbing inside you, clenching hard around him as he thrusts deeply into you.

You both come undone at the same time, breathing like crazy. His thrusts become sloppy as he moves in a couple more times and then slowly pulls out of you, his cum dripping out of your cunt.

He flips you around to look at you. You’re both smiling like idiots, resting your forehead against his, he kisses you softly. Feeling you get tired he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his hips, grunting lightly at the sensation again.

“C’mon baby, lets get washed up and eat together this time” he says finding your gaze in the dim light of the kitchen, leaving a quick kiss to your lips again. Gosh you loved him so much.

an: posted a new wonwoo drabble smut🤭 toast rule (m)

[artists-ally]

can i just say you write harvey specter so fucking well i had to take multiple pauses throughout my reading cos i was literally gasping 😭 please write more harvey!! with an exhibitionist and breeding kink maybe? 😮‍💨

{To My Knees} Reader x Harvey Specter

Okay first off thank you so much?? You’re literally so sweet thank you babes. I try to keep my writing as canon as I can so I’ll take this as a good sign!! I got myself a little hot and bothered writing this so... Enjoy!! And as long as you keep showing up in my inbox with more recs I will gladly keep writing for this man 🫶 (please I am so desperate for requests) title from this song <- Highly suggest listening to while reading!!

Word Count: 4,240

Warnings: angst, smut, exhibitionism, breaking kink, degrading, oral (m!receiving) cum eating, Harvey being an asshole.

Summary: you test Harvey’s patience when out to dinner with a prospective client.

Tagging: @rosedpetal

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When Harvey got a call saying that he was going to have to cancel your planned dinner, to say you were pissed would be an understatement. This night has been planned for weeks because of this exact reason. He always had last minute shit pop up and you were sick of it. So you called him.

“Yn, now is not the time-“

“Harvey, I don’t care. You promised this was going to be our night. I know you’re dedicated to your work and clients, but what about your dedication to me?”

He took a long pause. “I know, I’m sorry. But babe this is- this client isn’t one I can just roll over. It’s for one of the biggest private airlines in the world. I can’t skip this.”

“But you can snub me off?” You were fuming. And maybe you were being a bit aggressive, but he was being a complete asshole.

“If I had another choice, I’d take it but I don’t. I will make it up to you I promise, Yn.”

An idea popped into your head. “What if there is another option?”

“What are you talking about?” He sounded so puzzled.

“Take me with you.”

“No.” He snapped instantly. “Absolutely not, Yn. That would be breaking attorney-client privilege.”

“No it wouldn’t, he isn’t your client yet.” You had him by the balls with that one. You may have not gone to law school but in the years you’ve been with Harvey, you’ve picked up on a few things here and there. This tidbit of information may have just saved your ass and put Harvey’s tail between his legs.

Harvey let out a groan. “Fine. You win. Meet me at Keens at seven?”

You did a silent dance in your kitchen. “I’ll see you there. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”

You were absolutely not going to be on your best behavior. You wanted to shove it in Harveys face that you were not second place. In the beginning of your relationship, it was difficult to find a healthy work/personal life balance for him. It took time– and a calendar on your fridge– to get him all to yourself every once and a while. Things had been going great, and the scheduled time together made up for all the hard work in the beginning. But now? Oh, were you going to put on a show. 

The plan was to get dressed up in something he couldn’t resist. To pin up your hair in a way that shows off your neck and shoulders. Those drives him crazy the most.

It takes a little bit of deciding before your eyes land on a velvet dress in the back of your closet. It was black and barely went to the middle of your thigh. Around the square neckline was cream colored lace, as well as around the edges of the sleeves. You paired it with some lace stockings and platform heels that made your legs look so long and irresistible. 

After painting your lips dark with a cranberry lip-stain, you grabbed a jacket off the rack and headed out. 

Much to your surprise, Ray was downstairs, ready to pick you up.

“Don’t you look stunning, my dear,” the older man smiled sweetly.

“Why thank you,” you did a little spin. “Don’t tell Harvey I said this, but I have a plan to ruin his night.”

“Can I ask why?”

“To teach him a lesson. He tried to blow off our date tonight because he got a last minute call with a client. Do you know what he would say to me if I had abandoned him to go cover someone's shift?”

“Nothing helpful,” Ray sighed, turning out of the parking lot and onto the main street. 

“Exactly,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “It’s unfair.”

“I don’t disagree with you, but can I offer you some advice?” You nodded. “Don’t agitate him too much? I know you feel like getting some revenge, and by all means, go terrorize that hard-ass. But only a little. He can be very unforgiving when it comes to his clients. Especially when he’s about to close.”

You knew better than to do that. It would land you on his shit-list, and not the fun one that led to him bending you over the nearest surface and taking him at his own will. His business shit-list was one of pure wrath, and you didn’t want to be on that one. 

With a sharp left to the valet section, Ray parked the car and opened the door for you.

“Thanks, Ray. I’ll try not to cause too much trouble,” you gave him a subtle wink.

“You and I both know that wont be possible, dear. Have fun,” he gave you an equally daunting look before driving off. 

The top of the line steak house stood in front of you, two minutes to seven. Right on time. The host greeted you with a smile and a not-so-subtle once over of your outfit. He showed you to your table, somehow managing to beat Harvey and his prospective client. It couldn’t have been more than four-five seconds when Harvey was brought over, and you stood to greet him. 

“Don’t you look lovely,” Harvey grinned. You knew that look on his face; the one that told you to behave or you were going to get it. Anyone else but you would’ve missed it entirely. 

“Thank you,” you grinned back, an equally challenging glint in your eye. 

“Yn, this is David Cranwall, owner of Mystique Airlines,” Harvey gestured to the man off his left. “David, this is Yn, my girlfriend.”

“A pleasure,” David shook your hand. “Harvey tells me great things. And thank you for your flexibility.”

Flexibility? What in the hell did Harvey tell this guy?

“It’s not an issue.” It is most certainly a big fucking issue.

With a heated glance at Harvey, you took your seats and the two boys began their discussion about company plans and blah blah blah. You prowled the menu and pretended not to pay attention. When the waiter dropped by to grab drink orders, you intentionally ordered a rather expensive bottle of wine for yourself, not bothering to ask if anyone would like to share.

Harvey didn’t mind spending his money on you one bit, encouraged it actually, but he did give you a funny look. All you offered was a shrug before turning back to the waiter. 

“Would anyone like to place an appetizer or an entree?” He asked politely, eyes staying on you. 

Judging by Harvey’s tone, he was beginning to pick up on my intentions. “No, we’ll order when we’re all ready. I’m still deciding between the prime rib and sirloin.”

Bullshit. Harvey always went with the filet mignon. Especially at Keens. He was buying time. The waiter scurried away and you took a sip of the water that was already there, eyeing Harvey. Two could play this game. 

Over the course of the next several minutes, you plotted your next move.

“... And when we finally get the airspace you’re looking for, we can start booking flights to anywhere you can put a billboard. I’m talking about Canada, Indonesia, even Christmas Island if you want. What I’m trying to get at is if you let my firm represent you, we can send your customers anywhere in the world. And that’s a promise.”

As you unrolled the napkin from your utensils, the spoon tumbled off the table. Oops. Harvey shot you an annoyed glare, but you just batted your lashes prettily before bending to pick it up. You knew he watched, because you saw him shift in your seat. 

When you came up, you dragged your hand up the side of his leg, pausing at his knee before you came back up. 

“Apologies,” you smiled at David, flagging down the waiter for a new one. He was a little too excited to follow your request. While the boys talked, you carefully scooted your chair closer to Harvey, and he didn’t seem to notice. 

You wanted his attention.

When the waiter– Max? Mickey? Something like that– came back, the wine and scotch came with it. The three of you placed your orders and a shared appetizer of brussel sprouts. Harvey almost turned green at just the thought of eating those. 

Picking the glass up, you tipped the wine a little too quickly for all of it to make it in your mouth. A few drops trickled down your cheek, all the way to your neck. “Jeez, I am clumsy today.” It was all part of the plan. 

“Excuse me, my daughter is calling me. Let me take this,” David’s brow furrowed, quickly getting up and turning away. 

“Take your time,” Harvey gave a single nod before whipping around to you. “What are you doing?”

“Whatever do you mean, Harvey?” His eyes followed your fingers as they drew along the line of spilled wine that went between your tits. You took that finger all the way to your mouth and were not shy with the show. 

“Don’t start with me,” he warned. “I am not in the mood for your… your shenanigans.”

“My shenanigans?” You were a little appalled. You plucked one of the small slices of bread from the basket, dipped it in butter, and popped it in your mouth. “This was supposed to be a You-and-I kind of night. I was not supposed to be the third wheel here. You should be thankful I didn’t walk in here a half hour late, smack you in the face and cause a scene.”

“You wouldn’t do something like that.”

Your eyebrows went up. “Wanna make a bet?”

“No,” he seethed. “Stop whatever you’re doing. Now. This isn’t some type of game, Yn.”

“No, it isn’t. And I don’t think I will. Last time I checked you didn’t own me.” That was going to seal your fate. Harvey sucked in a deep breath and his eyes narrowed. Now he was playing into your games. You had him exactly where you wanted him. 

When David returned, he didn’t notice the silent battle between the two of you as he asked about your relationship. How you met, how long you’ve been together. All that boring shit. 

“Well, Yn was a friend of a client of mine. She was at the celebratory party and I couldn’t keep away from her. And she liked my jokes, even if she denies it.” “You know they were bad,” you chuckled. “You kept calling me Mrs. Specter from the second you opened your mouth.” “You guys are engaged?” David asked.

“No,” you shook your head. “Not yet, anyway. I already iron all his shirts and fix his tie every morning. I think I  have completed the ‘wife starter pack’ to earn a ring.”

That got a laugh out of David. Harvey reached for your hand, and you rested it in your lap. Big mistake. Harvey’s finger pulled back the hem of your skirt and slid down your clothed pussy. It was an effort to not jolt at the sudden pressure. 

His finger hooked under the elastic and you covered up the movement of his wrist by adjusting yourself in the seat, uncrossing your legs to give him access. That got a brush of his fingers against where you needed him, a sign of his approval. 

It amazed you that David was clueless. Clearly he was a smart guy, but he was oblivious to anything else other than his business. Oblivious to the way Harvey dragged up his finger, circling your clit. To dissipate the urge to lean into it, you crossed your ankles, trapping his hand between your thighs. 

He dug his nails into your skin. You flinched, letting out a small noise and knocking into the table with his knees. 

“You alright, Yn?” Harvey asked, expression filled with anything but real concern. 

To cover up your squirm, you did it again and grit your teeth. “Yeah I’m alright, just a cramp.” As you bent over to soothe the nonexistent ache, you dropped low enough so Harvey had to remove his hand. The glare you gave him was nothing short of pure rage. You knew when you stood up that there would be several nail marks just below the safety of the skirt. 

Revenge time. 

On your way up you plopped your hand in his lap, maybe a little harder than you intended. Maybe not. He lurched forward a micro-inch, and you had to suppress the giggle that bubbled up.

Their conversation went on, and you listened, getting details here and there. Soon the entrees came out and you all busied yourself with the rich and flavorful course. That was surprisingly the smoothest part of the night. David was very passionate about telling us about his grandson who had just gotten really into horseback riding. All about the different types of jumps and competitions– and how fucking expensive it was. He beamed with pride though, and it was sweet to see. 

The waiter stopped by again to collect finished plates and ask for dessert. Without a second thought, you took the menu from his hands and settled on a big piece of blueberry cheesecake. 

“I know I was intruding on your original plans, so I will let you all enjoy each other's company. Mr. Specter, it has been a pleasure. I will be in touch to discuss the contract agreement and our plans going forward. Miss Yn, a pleasure to meet you.”

“You as well,” you offered a small wave to his departure, but Harvey walked with him all the way out. Time for step three: get Harvey alone.

He took longer than you would’ve thought, so out of curiosity you sent him a text to see if he was coming back. Of course he was coming back, who could resist spending time with you? Harvey most certainly couldn’t. There were things you could do to that man that no one else had been able to. He was a bit of a control freak. But with you? He wouldn’t want to give his control to anyone other than you. Not just in a day-to-day sense either. 

There was nothing more sexually appealing than a man who was confident and could prove his word. At times Harvey was a bit arrogant, but at least he could back it up. He was quick witted and snarky to the core. Extremely petty and a little revenge crazed, but he was damn loyal. Which is what landed you in this situation in the first place. 

Harvey-fucking-Reginald-fucking-Specter. Leave it to him to simultaneously break and keep his word at the same time.

Maybe it was because you weren’t entangled in the shit-show that was the corporate law world, but you just didn’t understand why he couldn’t ask to meet in the morning. Seriously, was money worth so much more than the time spent with the person you loved? Now you were just being jealous of David. That he took time away from your and Harvey’s night. But then again you have a right to be pissed. It was supposed to be your night. And without consulting you prior, Harvey went and changed your night. 

“Excuse me miss,” a polite, quiet voice said from my side. “Mr. Specter has asked you to meet him. Follow me?”

Oh, well alright then. With a nod, you grabbed your purse and followed the staff member back, through the kitchen, and to this random little room filled with a few stacks of chairs and shelf of cleaning supplies. 

“Here you are, Mr. Specter,” she said, like you were some gift or prize being handed to him.

“Thank you, Steph,” Harvey had a polite smile on his face that dropped the moment she closed the door. “I cannot believe you.”

“Oh please, save your breath.”

“Yn, I asked you to do one thing. One fucking thing, and you didn’t do it,” Harvey was furious, making all kinds of crazy gestures. 

“This relationship isn’t a one way street, Harvey. And the last time I checked no relationship is, so why are you bossing me around like I’m a child, telling me what I can and can't do?” You came right up to him, inches from his face. 

“Because you’re acting like an entitled brat.” He did not just say that. “All I asked was that you don’t cause any trouble and have some fucking manners.”

“And I think I did a pretty good job at that. I didn’t cause a scene, I didn’t blow your goddamn client. Why the hell are you so mad at me? All I did was have a little fun for once.”

“By making a show of yourself and embarrassing me in front of David?” Harvey scoffed. A cruel, wicked sound. “And did you really have to hit me in the balls?”

“Yes,” you smirked. “I did. And clearly you were enjoying my presence whether you want to admit it or not. I certainly wasn’t the one who put your hand between my legs. And by the looks of it, you were having fun playing along with it too.”

Harvey’s eyes narrowed and he crowded you against the wall, palms flat on the space beside your head. “So that’s what this is about?”

You blinked innocently. “I don’t know what you’re-”

“Don’t play stupid with me, Yn.” His hand was firm on your jaw, gripping it in a way that made your lips pucker out. “You know fucking well what you were doing.”

“So what if I did?” You shrugged. 

Harvey gripped your throat, bringing you in closely to his lips. “You’re such a fucking brat, you know that? We can’t even enjoy a nice night out without you being desperate and needy for me. You want to be a brat and make a show of yourself? Fine, turn the fuck around and shut up.”

“Harvey-” 

“Now.” Bingo. You got him. With a bite to your lip, you turned around and faced the wall, Harvey’s hard cock pressing into your ass. He was not gentle about pulling up your dress and tearing your underwear down your legs. “Yeah, look how fucking messy you are. All because you were mad about sharing?” He clicked his tongue together, fisting your hair between his fingers. “You’re lucky we’re not at home right now or I’d be far less forgiving.”

“What’s stopping you from taking me home then?” You asked, hissing when he pulled your head back.

“I thought I told you to be quiet.” 

He let go of your hair and instead of the routine smack he usually gave to your ass, he opted for his nails. Which, objectively, was more painful. To keep quiet, you bit your lip and leaned into it.

The sound of Harvey undoing his pants sent energy pulsing through your body. Your core ached with the need to feel him. And he clearly didn’t feel like wasting any time either. 

“If you so much as let out a pathetic whimper, I will put you on the ground and make you regret it. Do you understand?” His hand was back against your scalp, yanking roughly. 

“Yes,” you answered. 

He drug a couple fingers between your legs, coating his cock in the wetness before stepping flush with your body. As he pressed, he kicked the inside of your ankle to get you to spread your legs apart farther. Harvey’s hands were unforgiving on your hips, pulling you back into his thrusts.

Air was forced from your mouth with the power of it. It was so fucking hard not to beg and plead. But you kept quiet, unlike how Harvey normally likes it. He fucking loved it when you screamed. 

“I know how hard it is to not get what you want,” his tone was condescendingly sweet. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you know who owns with fucking pussy. We both know you can’t make yourself feel the way I can.”

You quivered at his words, suppressing whimper after whimper when he put his hand back around your throat. He didn’t squeeze, but he pulled you flat against this chest, ass pressed all the way into the hollow of his hips as he pumped in and out. A brutal, unforgiving pace. 

“Harvey-” “If you think for a second you’re going to be able to cum,” he let out a vicious laugh. “Oh, pretty girl, do you have another thing coming. You wanted to be a whore, so I’ll fuck you like one. Girls who disobey direct orders don’t have permission to get what they want, do they?”

It was impossible to answer. You couldn’t move with the way you were pinned against him and the wall. In a quick second he spinned you around and lifted up under your thighs, holding you up against the wall. It was cold on your back, despite the heat coursing through your veins with such a fury it made you dizzy. 

“Answer me, Yn.”

“I don’t deserve it,” you croaked. 

“That’s fucking right. Suck.” He forced his fingers into your mouth and down your throat. Tears bubbled into your eyes and they closed, becoming weak and boneless in his grip. 

Harvey bit at your neck and ear, and a pathetic moan slipped from your lips. The fingers in your mouth slipped out and wrapped around your neck, pinning your slumped body up.

“Keep quiet,” he demanded. His other hand slipped from your waist and covered your mouth. Fuck his hips were brutal. His cock even more so at this angle. How he was keeping you up, you’ll never know. But he did, fucking into you like his life depended on it. 

You were so close to cumming. You just needed a little bit more friction. So you ground your hips down into his, desperately trying to get off. 

He tightened his grip, cutting off more air, and you stopped immediately. “What the fuck did I say, hmm? Try that shit again and I’ll drag you into the main dining area and bend you over my knee for everyone to see what a desperate, cockslut you are. But I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Clearly you like making a show of yourself. What do you say? Should we go out there and put on a show?”

The scream that tore from you couldn’t be controlled. The two of you have done some messing around in public before, but nothing like this. Or the promise he made that you’re sure he’d follow through in. It thrilled you, the thought of all those people watching him fuck you… you’re just not sure it’s worth the criminal charges. 

“Aww, you’re crying. I’m sorry, pretty girl. Fuck do you look so fucking hot when you cry from my cock. Fuck-” Harvey’s hips stuttered and he almost dropped you. “Don’t be sad you didn’t get to cum, I can figure out a way for you to make it up to me. Fuck- I’m gonna cum.”

You clenched hard around him, tears falling over his fingers as he forced his hips harder harder harder-

“I fucking own this pussy. Yeah you know I do, don’t ever say that I don’t ever again. This is my pussy to fuck and breed.” Harvey bit his own lips purple as he forced you down on his cock when he released. Fuck there was too much- “Take it. Take all of my cum, pretty girl. Yeah that it, take it all out of me and into that pretty cunt of mine.”

You didn’t have a choice. Not that you wanted one anyway.

Harvey held you up and rocked his hips in and out. There was a splat on the floor and he looked down, smirking like the devil. 

“Was there too much of my cum to keep all inside that tight pussy of mine? Why don’t you get on your fucking knees and clean me up since you want to waste it.”

You obeyed and sank to the floor. Harvey forced his cock between your lips, and the familiar taste of him warmed your mouth. His thick length touched the back of your throat, and you gagged, but Harvey only grabbed the back of your head and forced you all the way down. His pelvic bone was flush with your nose, and more tears were forced from your eyes. 

“Next time you wanna try some shit like that, remember who you’re dealing with, Yn. When we get home I am going to be far from gentle when I get back between your legs.”

He pulled out of your mouth and hauled you up to your feet. The feeling of his fingers inside you filled you with sparks as he coated his fingers before making you clean those off too. 

“Good girl,” he praised. “Now, fix yourself so we can get out of here and I can punish you properly.”

Harvey fixed his pants and tucked in his shirt, leaving you all by yourself to clean up his mess. It had gone exactly how you wanted it to. Whether Harvey saw that or not, you didn’t know, but you have always had him under your control. You could make him smile just as easily as you could make him pull stunts like this one.

Curiosity and excitement filled you as you slid your sticky panties back on and fluffed your hair to one side before following Harvey out the door.

[st4rbwrry]

SMITTEN ☆ eren yeager.

★ 𖥻 synopsis. being cuffed to the bed was the last thing eren expected on your date night home.

‍     ‍ ☆. warnings — 3.5k nsfw, pwp, lowercase intended, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, black coded, girly girl reader, mechanic!eren, bondage, established relationship, riding, switch!reader, switch!eren, eren’s sensitive, chubby!reader, readers needy, male oral, finger sucking, eren is fussy, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, kissing, mutual praise, voice kink, vulgar language, edging, pet names ex. mamas. baby. princess. daddy. minors aren’t welcomed! reblogs & comments are appreciated! <3

“baby. . . you're in so much fuckin’ trouble when i get outta these.”

eren knows how much you love him. how much you appreciate him, care for him, wanna be with him for the rest of your life. the matching ‘till death’ tattoos imprinted on the inner corner of your ring fingers proving so. he makes sure you're always taken care of financially, mentally, and even physically. works from sunrise to sunset, praises you with kisses all over your precious face for making him a meal every day. buys you whatever your heart desires. runs you bubble baths when you aren't feeling well. gives you full body massages which usually leads to him burying his face between your plush thighs. eren loves you. eren needs you. without you he isn't sane. you complete him. so because he treats you like a queen, it's only right that he receives king treatment.

while eren made his way home to you, the only person he wanted to see after a tiring, stressful day with customers who complained about their cars to him and loud-mouthed, gossipy employees at his auto shop . . . he was surprised to see that you set up a romantic atmosphere. eren is greeted with a soft, neat kiss to his pouty lips. his biceps tensing as he wraps both arms around your body in a tight bear-hug, giggling as he lifts you off the ground.

you've got scented candles lit around the loft with ceiling high windows, a bottle of stella rose black and a classic meal of creamy mafaldine tuscan chicken pasta prepared. strawberry cheesecake in the fridge for desert. eren’s eyes soften, picking you up and carrying you to the dining table to eat your meal, not before showering you with more kisses and a hundred thank you's.

you enjoy your meal under the moonlight, sipping wine and having deep conversations which you envied because there's always something the two of you can talk about without getting fussy. debates, political topics, wellness, issues with each other. remaining mature since you have the best communication. you wanted to let him know that he's been so understanding, so attentive to your needs and you felt like you needed to do more to show him you want him to feel secure. that this is a forever love and you don't take him for-granted, not for a second.

“baby, never think that you don't do enough for me. i make the decision to cater to you and i have no issue in doing so. you deserve this lifestyle. being in my presence is all i could ever ask of you. i pray everyday that i don't fuck up what we have. you're my girl.”

and immediately, you're taking the air from his lungs when you pull him close with your arms lazily thrown over his shoulders while you kiss him deeply. madly in love. it's a scary thing sometimes. and it's crazy how such a sweet moment turned into a salacious act like this. after finishing a film in the living room cuddled up with your pets, a cat for you and a dog for him, you tell eren you have one more surprise. standing to your feet with a cheeky smile, holding both hands out for him to grab. eren is curious, raising his brows before standing to his full height, towering over your figure and it never fails to make your skin heat up.

“don't pull no scary shit,” eren runs a tatted hand through his long hair before holding yours.

“shush, i promise it's not that.”

eren can't see you biting your sanrio themed acrylics with excitement, too busy staring at your bare ass underneath that slutty slip you have on. he recognizes it, in fact. an old piece by victoria's secret you've been searching on depop for like a madwoman. it's a mesh coquette cherry colored slip dress with a ruffled trim tulle skirt and damn did you wear it so good, the slip hugging your curves just right. his mouth waters, instinctively smacking your ass as you step into your shared bedroom.

before you could speak, as you turn to him he's already pulling you in by your waist, using his foot to kick the door closed so the kids wouldn't interrupt. they liked to jump on the bed mid-fuck a lot. you try not to melt in his hold, his lips gliding with yours, molding your ass in his hand, moaning from your taste.

“er—”

“who said you could look this fuckin’ good, unh?” swatting your ass again, the force knocks you closer into his chest, face burning when you feel his dick thickening in his jeans against your tummy. print evident.

“it's all for you, ‘ren,” chewing your lips with a smile, you give him a quick peck before releasing his hands from your ass. “but first, i need you to take your clothes off.”

“ooo,” he sings. “you feed me some good ass food, get all touchy and cuddly, and now you tryna fuck me?” eren tongues his inner cheek with a smirk. “nasty.”

“shut up and strip.”

“yes ma'am,” eren hums, still giving you those flirty green eyes as he stretches his arms behind himself to tug at his stained white tshirt, usually getting his clothes dirty when working. he still manages to smell so good though. a mix of musk with his daily cologne and body wash. you'll never forget the time when he came home one day, car grease on his hands nearly turning them black. hair messy and a dangerous look in his eye when he caught you in the kitchen with an apron baking a pie. bending you over the sink, hiking your pink sundress up on your waist and holding you still as he fucked you hard. rough hands groping every inch of your aching body. keeping you balanced by your forearms he held back while he ground his cock deep into you, expletives spewing, sweat coating his forehead, and nutting copious amounts of cum. point is, you love when he's fresh off of work. makes the thrill all the more inviting.

jeans come next. and that's when he takes his time, eyeing you as he torturously drags the zipper down before dragging the black fabric down his muscular thighs, dick bulging in his tommy hilfiger briefs. commentary ensues. “gonna kiss it for me?”

you shake your finger at him, a tiny tsk following. “don't ruin the surprise, keep going. wanna see you.”

“i feel like i'm being filmed, there better not be a camera,” he rolls his eyes, finally discarding every clothing piece on his body, your legs clenching tighter together where you stood as he moans when his dick hits his tummy. the tip is drenching precum it's almost inhumane. you needed to lick that up real soon.

“you wanna be?” you question, serious.

eren deadpans. “be for real.”

“you can wear a mask!” you protest, actually enjoying the idea. “mhm, you'd look so good with a balaclava on.”

“no.”

sucking your teeth, you continue with your plan, walking towards the closet to find a little box with his gift inside. holding the black and red compartment, you face him with a cheshire cat grin. “get on the bed and lay on your back.”

eren’s too horny to argue right now, still anxious about what you're planning, but does what you say nonetheless. naked, heavy, tall figure dipping the bed with black satin sheets and pillows as he sits up against the headboard, tucking some strands of hair behind his ear, wrinkling his pierced nose. “i don't like you.”

“you will in a minute. close your eyes. no peaking or i'm going to bed and your gonna have to fuck your hand instead.”

flaring his nostrils, he closes his eyes. you try your best to be silent with your present, removing the lid to take out the baby pink fuzzy handcuffs you ordered a few days ago. thinking this would be the perfect time to put them to use. he's quiet, leaning his head back when he feels you climb on top of him, stifling a breath when the mesh from your slip grazes the head of his dick. beyond sensitive. taking one of his wrists, you unclasp one cuff and chain him to it, eren’s eyes shooting open before you restrain him to the headboard completely.

“no fuckin’ way,” eren licks his lips as he shakes his head, a menacing glare in his eyes as you sit on his abdomen and keen in achievement. “baby. . . you're in so much fuckin’ trouble when i get outta these.”

“why? scared i'll slut you the fuck out, baby?” a sadistic smile casts your face, eren nearly trembling from your words. what exactly did you have in mind? he had no idea. but he's kind of . . . amused? aroused mostly. it's rare when you tap into your dominant side. loving to be his pretty little submissive.

“if you wanted to bounce on my dick so bad you could've been straightforward.”

“mhm, this is more fun. i get you all to myself. i can do whatever i want. promise it's all for you. just wanna make you feel good, daddy,” you suck on your lip and press your weight down on him, trailing your hands up his chest to his tatted neck, eyes drifting low and moaning from how good the view was. he's truly an ethereal man.

“g’na fuck me empty, princess?” his voice drops an octave, knowing what that does to you. the way his voice summons you to do things will never make sense.

“till your shooting blanks,” you grin.

“well, if that's the case,” eren ponders, inching his face closer to yours, accepting his fate and playing your fantasy. "then put that pussy where it belongs, princess.”

it's not in his position to make orders, so ignoring him, you scoot backwards so his angry dick is in your face and your ass is arched into the air for presentation. “wanna suck it first,” you mumble, delicately wrapping both of your soft hands around the vein protruding, throbbing weapon. just the right thickness to make it impossible to fully engulf it in your throat.

eren spreads his legs, and the act is so sexy yet desperate. hissing as you watched you intently through his long lashes, your lips hovering over the leaking tip before taking it gently into the warmth of your mouth. suckling it like your favorite flavored lollipop.

“goddamn, baby,” he stretches out his arms as a force of habit, ready to hold either side of your face so he can work his pretty cock in nice and easy. but he's irked the minute the chains clink on his wrist, remembering he's bound. he sighs out, fixing to say something until you remove one hand off his cock and massage his balls while taking him further down your mouth. working both hands simultaneously. saliva building, bubbles forming the quicker you bob your head and stroke his dick.

“yea, stroke it while you suck it. mm,” eren's eyes are scrolling back, thighs twitching as he lightly moves his hips as you gag and suck. releasing him with a wet pop, maintaining eye contact as you slick your puffy lips along the sides of his cock, darting your tongue out and moaning deeply. your ass moves in the air as if you're getting fucked from the back, rolling and rocking back. pussy sluice in your thin thong, needing him now more than ever. one more thing though, and it's his damn favorite.

“wait, baby. don't . . .” a gasp flees from his agape mouth as you nudge his balls with your tongue before sucking one of them into your mouth, keeping your rhythm stroking mostly the tip, spreading your fingers languidly, sticky with his precum and your spit. you know that's his sensitive area, the breaths leaving him frantic. you can feel the blood rushing in his cock, rotating your hand and sucking the heavy sack as the whimpers that vibrate in your throat travel to him.

“f-fuck, { name }. g’na cum. keep goin’.” the chains clank along the headboard as he struggles, spreading his legs even wider, his tummy sinking in as he buried his head into the pillow behind him. the ball in his neck protruding and you watch him, so in love, so intrigued . . . you stop. and he whines, which is the last thing you expected to hear from him. it's so needy that it makes your clit throb even harder.

“fuck!” he curses angrily, groaning with pain and pleasure stirring inside. his dick jumping for attention. “don't fuckin’ tease me baby, or i swear to god i'll fuck you sore.”

“yea, whatever,” you giggle, purposely pissing him off further. “you mad, daddy?” you pout, tone teasing. reclaiming your position previously as you hover above him, his jaw clenching, black painted nails balling into fists.

“you know i'm fuckin’ mad. stop playing, { name }.”

he's got a lot to say but he shuts up the instant you tug your lace thong to the side and reach behind yourself to sink slowly onto the tip. both hands lay flat on his stomach as you ease down, eren mumbling ‘slow, slow’ as you sink halfway down before riding back up. your nails dig into his skin briefly, the relief you receive maddening. it's such an easy fix when he's available. eyelids squeezed shut as you accommodate his size, the fire in your chest blazing.

“oh my god,” you suck on your lips, face screwed once you pick your pace, rising and dropping your ass effortlessly, like a mystical creature. your hips move like waves, grinding slow to feel him reach that spot within you, moaning and tossing your head to the side.

“so fuckin’ wet, baby. listen to you. listen,” eren’s eyebrows are knitted, jaw unlocked, completely entranced by the way you move, the two of you panting heavily, listening to your slick coat his dick lewdly. ass clapping onto his thighs you lean back to grab onto with one hand to balance yourself. cupping a handful of your tits and whimpering as you fuck him quicker.

“unh, if you could see what i see, baby,” eren chokes, rocking his waist with yours to heighten your pleasure. it felt so good to take control. “you look s’ good when you fuck me.”

“love how you feel inside me,” your juices drip down his balls and onto the sheets, squealing as you lean forward to angle your faces together, his hands reaching far enough to graze your hair and cheekbone. focusing on the look in your eyes as you steady yourself on the tips of your toes before slamming your ass down harder, the two of you gasping in sync. “fill me so fuckin’ good, baby.”

eren thinks it's so ironic how your lettered necklace dangles over his face, making a noise he's never made before, focusing on the silver swaying. now he gets how you feel when his chain swings over your face when he fucks a dent into the mattress shaping your silhouette. he's succumbing to you willingly, breath hitching from the euphoric roll and dip of your thick hips, wishing so badly he had access to grip and grind you down on his dick harder.

this position weakens you both, your knees buckling and his waist twitching. your voice quakes and you cum without warning him, flopping onto his chest as your hips stirred lazily. eren’s close yet again, can feel it but can't get to where he needs to be without you. he needed you to move.

“c’mon, princess. fuck me, lemme cum,” he sounds incredibly submissive, that whiny tone partaking his usual asshole demeanor. it was such a turn on seeing his face switching from grumpy to ‘please baby fuck me’. eyes low and seductive. begging sounded good on him.

you sit up, cupping either side of his face before kissing him. eren rushing the kiss meaning he's extra greedy for it. gliding his lips over your chin, groaning in your mouth and sliding his fat tongue over yours, a sloppy french kiss. your mind goes blank when you feel his tongue on your neck next, wishing it was between your legs right now. that thing is a demon. the way he fucks you with it makes your soul leave your body every time. he's a gift from the gods, truly.

“not yet.”

“not playing fair, baby,” eren clicks his teeth, bushy brows entwined to showcase his frustration. he's so cute when he's upset. “all i wanna do is touch you. why's that such an issue? if you're gonna fuck me, do it right.

you huff, knowing he's saying anything just so you'll unlock the cuffs. “talking too much, ‘ren.”

a dark glint is in his eyes, those jade irises no longer it's stunning bright shade. his voice becomes gravely as he says, “am i? that's cause i wanna lick your fuckin’ clit. n i can't do that properly without touching you. she's soakin’ all on me.”

“mmm, wanna put your mouth on my pussy?” your voice softens tauntingly, trailing your hand down your stomach to slowly roll your fingers over your engorged clit. eren’s mouth waters.

“yes,” he clenched his jaw. you're so goddamn infuriating.

“she needs more. i wanna stay full while you eat it.”

“i’ll put my fingers in it. you like those, baby, right?” his eyes go all big like a puppy. “taste you while i fuck you open. jus’ like you like it?”

as tempting as that sounded, again, he’s in no position to make demands. ignoring the way your tummy flutters from the delicious thought, you're back to fucking him nice and slow. overstimulating yourself and edging him. it's so painful he just wants to cum. he wouldn't necessarily consider this a gift. you've just gotten in your head and took advantage of the situation. but that's okay, ‘cause he's gonna fuck you sore like he said. your necklace hits his forehead, chest in his face as you clap back on his pulsating dick. sucking his fingers and squeaking unexpectedly, eyes widening as eren plants his feet into the bed and pistons his cock up into you, knocking the wind from your lungs.

“eren, wait. . .”

“shut the fuck up,” eren growls into your neck, fucking you as best he could with his restraint. your screams fill the air, unable to hold him still. there was no point. he was pissed off now and wanted nothing more than to fill you deep with his cum as punishment.

and for some reason you underestimate eren's strength, because in a matter of seconds he's yanking his right arm forward and breaking the cuff with just a blink of your eye. you can't even comprehend what the hell he just did because he's grabbing your neck and pining you beneath him to fuck you deeper. nothings processing in your brain but the sound of his thighs clapping with yours, the grunts from eren and your second orgasm shooting through you. arching your back into him, his hand constricting some air in your esophagus which only intensifies your pleasure.

“i hear you, mamas,” eren releases his grip on your neck just a little, pressing his nose to yours with a clenched jaw, his one arm hanging above you since it's still chained up. eren shifts his body slightly down yours to put your legs over his broad shoulders, slipping his dick back in and folding you in a mating press.

“this is what you get for fuckin’ with me,” the way he's fucking you has your toes cramping and your voice disappearing. you can't scream anymore, sounds of pleasure dying down to cries and whimpers, tiny figure compared to his jolting beneath him. eren’s whines are muffled by the pillow he buried his face into as he shoots his cum into you, filling you up warmly. his orgasm so overpowering he can't help but still fuck through it. wheezes and ragged breathing is all you could hear since you had zero energy to open your eyes.

throwing your arms around him to claw at his backside. eren’s still moving inside of you, your legs shaking the further he pins them down with his one hand after sitting up on his knees, looking down at you, long hair sticking to his fucked out face. he takes two of his slender fingers to tug down your bralette to retrieve the key you stored in there. freeing himself and tossing the cuffs somewhere in the room.

“cheap ass cuffs,” eren says, spanking the outside of your thigh. “gotta give it to you, i enjoyed that.”

you perch up on your elbows, happiness shadowing you. “really?!”

“just don't try that shit again. now lay on your stomach and lemme eat your pussy.”

© 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖊. please do not repost, steal, or modify my work simply because it is mine. stealing isn't cute. i'll ruin your life <3

[lost-pen-name]

Tom Ryder x fem!reader

Summary: You were about to leave Tom’s suite when a heavy rainstorm started. Not wanting to risk trying to drive in such poor conditions, you grabbed your stuff from your car, returned back to his door, and asked if you could stay the night. He, begrudgingly, obliged and allowed you to stay in the guest bedroom.

Genre: Fluff, cuddling, comfort

Word count: 2176

Warnings: none

{ you came? you called. }

You were sitting alone in bed, trembling like a leaf, when the power went out in Tom Ryder’s house.

The light flickered for a moment before going out completely, along with the rest of all things electrical. The house was unsettlingly quiet and felt off without the hum of the fridge or air conditioner.

Lightning crackled outside. You pushed yourself a bit out of bed, debating on the idea to go look for Tom, just so you wouldn’t have to be alone. But that would mean leaving the safety of your room.

“Tom?” you called out instead. You looked back at the large window across the bedroom. Even with the curtains drawn, light flashed across the room sporadically.

Farther across the house, you swore you could hear someone moving around. Your heart pounded and you waited, holding your breath, hoping it was Tom coming to check on you. You just needed to know another human existed right now.

There was a THUD and a curse that came after. It sounded like it came from farther down the hall.

A second later you heard an “Oi, what happened?” That familiar voice came from your doorway and you breathed a sigh of relief.

You breathed a sigh of relief and swiped at an unshed tear. You prayed your voice won’t have too much desperation in it. “You came.”

“What? Of course I did. A woman screams my name out in the middle of the freaking night, I’d be crazy not to come.” He sounds agitated and tired but you don’t care, you’re just clinging to the fact that there’s someone here now. “Why’d you call for me? I hope you know I almost died on the way over here. The power’s out, I can’t see a bloody thing.”

Lightning lit up the room and you caught a glance at Tom Ryder standing in the doorway, wearing only a pair of loose fitting sweatpants. A series of thunderclaps shot an arrow of anxiety through the bubble of thought of how gorgeous he looked even at 1am.

You closed your eyes and tried to breathe deeply. “I... I didn’t want to be alone. Not with this storm raging outside.” You gestured towards the window just as thunder booms again.

You heard him sigh. “What am I supposed to do, crawl into bed with you?”

The idea of having someone close to you overpowers all the reason in your brain screaming at you that this wasn’t good for your business relationship. The fear of being alone in this storm trumped all rational thoughts.

“Could you? Even just for a bit?” you said.

There’s a moment of silence before you hear his footsteps and he’s at the side of your bed. You look up at him and gulp. Maybe this was a dumb thing to ask.

“Fine. But give me some blanket.” Without another word, he’s on the bed, crawling into the covers. His bare feet touched yours for a brief moment before you quickly moved your body far away that side of the bed.

He doesn’t seem to notice or care. You watched him as he shifted around, getting the pillow right for him, the blanket pulled a bit over to his side before he relaxed and breathed heavily.

You can feel your heart hitting against your chest painfully and you don’t know if that’s now entirely because of the storm or if it had anything to do with sharing a bed with Tom.

He breaks the silence. “I called Gail, asked her what the whole situation is about the power and all that.” You see him wave his hands around as he talks. “She said it’ll take a few hours, maybe even ‘til morning before we get any power back. So, we’re in it for the long run.”

That was longer than you had hoped but you guessed you should’ve expected it to take that long. “Okay,” is all you can manage to get out through your tight throat.

You both grow quiet again. The awkwardness of this all keeps hitting you so you break the silence. You twisted your head to look at him. “Sorry, I know this is kind of weird.”

“Yeah, well,” he said dryly, “it’s mainly weird because I didn’t need to know how many stuffies my employee has. How old are you again?”

You’re dumbfounded. He’s choosing now to judge you? And for what, bringing in the small stuffie collection you had in your car? That was so like him. It was oddly both reassuring to have the normalcy and frustrating. “You’re such a jerk, Tom Ryder,” you said.

Quiet. Then an indignant harrumph. The blankets shifted and you felt the mattress dip as he pushed himself off. “Well, fine, if that’s how you’re going to treat me.”

You rolled over to his side of the bed, trying to ignore how nice and warm it was. “Wait!” You grabbed his hand before he went too far. “Tom, wait, please don’t go.”

He peered over his shoulder at you. “Make me.”

Your heart sank a bit. There he goes again, always with the attitude. “Well, you’re kinda proving my point here,” you whispered under your breath.

“What was that?” He turned fully around and squinted down at you.

Goodness gracious, he kinda does look glorious standing there, his bare chest making it hard to formulate sentences, his usual strategically tousled hair ruffled and unkempt. And he doesn’t seem to notice you’re still gripping onto his hand, not that you mind. It’s hot and rougher than you expected from a privileged celebrity.

Thunder claps interrupt your ogling and a nervous ripple hits you. The anxiety might’ve left for a bit but the thought of Tom leaving you alone again with the storm sends all of the worry back into you.

“I didn’t actually mean that, you know that. I was joking around,” you said. Your free hand clutches at the covers.

“I come in here and, and, what? I’m being incredibly nice to you and you insult me as a joke?” His tone carried a bit of a whine to it.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You inhale and exhale with a quiet and quick, “pleasedon’tgo.”

His frown softened and he glanced down at our hands entwined. Lightning danced across the room for a moment, lighting up the room enough for you to spy the smallest smile from him.

You gaped at him. What did you say that earned you a gentle smile from THE Tom Ryder?

Before you can think about it too much, he sighed and leaned down to get back into bed. “Hey, scoot over.”

You let go of his hand and moved back over to your side of the bed.

He fell into the covers and put his arms behind his head, cushioning his head on them. He sighed again. “You absolutely should be grateful, you know.”

“I am,” you whispered.

Thunder booms, closer than any of the other times and you winced. Your breathing is becoming too fast, too irregular.

Tom turned on his side, angling his body to face you. “You’re really scared of storms then?” His usual condescending tone is gone. It’s replaced with something softer.

You nodded, even though he probably can’t see it in the dark, and pulled the covers up to your chin. “Ever since I was a little kid.”

He made a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat. “Do you know why?”

“No. I just get anxious whenever there’s a storm. I can never go to sleep when there’s one happening.” You closed your eyes and put a hand on your chest, trying, willing yourself to just breathe normally.

A huge series of thunder crashes outside and the house shudders, breaking off any thoughts you had. Your body reacted in an almost fight or flight instinct. Without even stopping to think, you slid further into bed and towards Tom, pressing your body against his, your face and his pecs aligned. Your hand wrapped around his arm and you squeezed your eyes closed, praying that the noise will come an end. It sounds like the grand finale of the thunderstorm, like the storm is proud of this last act and wants to show to the world just as loud and powerful it can be. The heat coming from Tom’s body and the solidness of him is the only thing tethering you and keeping you from going too far over the edge.

Finally, it’s quiet. You panted and opened your eyes. His flesh is the only thing in your vision. Your eyes focused on a freckle on his chest and there’s a small part of you that has the urge to kiss it. A blush creeped up with your neck. You realized your nails are digging into his arm and you snatched your hands away.

You can not believe you just freaked out and clung to your boss. In bed. This had to be against so many employer-employee work ethics. If this doesn’t get you fired, you don’t know what will.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, sitting up and starting to push yourself back away from him.

His hand shot out and stopped in your tracks. “No,” he said thickly.

Just... “no?” You have no clue what that meant. He’s probably angry at you now or thinks you’re even more childish, reacting like a baby koala clinging to her mother just because of some storm. With a sinking feeling, you overcome your fear of whatever you might see on his face when you look at him and glanced over at him.

Even in the dark, you can tell his expression is the most serious you’ve ever seen in the months you’ve worked under him.

That was not what you were expecting.

“What did you do about these storms when I wasn’t here?” His voice is low, almost stern.

You pushed your hair back awkwardly. “I don’t know, wait it out? Hide under my covers? When my sister stays at my place sometimes, she’ll calm me down.”

“And how does she do that?”

You swallowed hard. What is he thinking? What is he planning to do with this information? “She holds me until it’s long over.”

Tom’s hand tightened a bit at that. You looked down at it on your arm, you had almost forgotten it was there.

“Well.” He sniffed loudly. “Come here then.” He let go of you and opened his arms, like he’s welcoming you to a hug. The most muscle toned and chiseled hug ever.

Your heart pounded. “You really don’t have to do that, you’ve done more than enough. And the storm sounds like it’s almost over.”

“If your sister does it until the storm is completely over, then I’m going to do it better and do it all night.” He waved a hand in exasperation. “I’ll feel like a heroic knight saving a princess. So stop being stubborn and come here.”

His words are said so easily but the weight of them hits you like a brick. Sure, he always likes being better than everyone and doesn’t like being beaten at anything.

But this was excessive, even for him.

And somehow, in a weird way, it was sweet.

Not knowing what else to do but listen to him, you awkwardly scoot closer to him. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you in, forcing your body to be pressed against his and closing whatever distance you had. Now your head is next to his pecs again, his strong arms around you, cocooning you in. His skin is warm and you can faintly hear his heartbeat. It’s a steady pulse, its gentle rhythm is calming to you. You can feel his chest as he inhales and exhales and you start to match his breathing.

The world has calmed. You feel calm. And safe, surprisingly. Safe and secure with the world’s hottest superstar but to you, a flawed man you’re slowly beginning to realize you enjoy spending time with. Maybe you’re starting to like him, not just tolerate him.

“Thank you, Tom,” you said quietly as you stared up at the ceiling.

He shifted slightly and you feel his sigh ruffle your hair. “Mhmm.” It’s just a sound but it sounded like an audible shrug, like he didn’t think you meant it.

You smiled softly and closed your eyes. “No, really. This is helping. So thank you.”

His chin nestled in your hair as he got comfortable. “Whatever, I’m glad to help.”

Did he sound embarrassed? You grinned bigger. “You’re the best boss ever. You’re like... my hero, my knight in shining sweatpants.”

He groaned. “Now you’re laying it a touch too thick. Be quiet now, I’m trying to sleep.”

You covered your mouth with your hand and laughed quietly. “Okay, okay, goodnight, Tom.”

He murmured a goodnight and pulled you in further, his legs wrapped around yours, practically hugging you like you’re a body pillow. It’s nice. Really really nice.

You smiled again and leaned into the hug.

Okay, maybe you do kinda like him.

[ninii-winchester]

Unveiled Sorrows (Part 9)

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader, Sam Winchester X Reader (platonic)

Word count: 4k

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, mentions of sex, Taylor Swift reference (?)

A/n : This series follows canon plot line but some scenes might happen differently or be completely changed. Check the warnings for each part before continuing

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

The drive back home was quiet. Dean was apprehensive about going back to the house but Y/n had put her foot down and told him she'd spend the night in the car than let Adeline anywhere near Samuel. She didn't trust him anymore.

"Uhm I only have one guest bedroom." Y/n said entering the house. Sam and Dean trailing in behind her.

"I'll stay here." Sam said pointing to couch on the living room. "The doors broken and I'm not sleepy anyway."

"I don't need the room either." Dean said looking at Adeline. "I'll grab a chair for your room. I need to make sure you two are safe." Y/n didn't argue. She was too tired.

"Can you watch her while I clean up?" She asked Dean who nodded taking Adeline from her arms. The little baby was already off to dreamland.

The two brothers sat beside each other, Dean was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Sam got up and grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge handing one to his brother.

"We need to talk." Sam said sitting back down. Dean looked at his brother wondering what he wants. "What more do you need to make up your mind?" Sam asked his older brother. He seemed angry.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Dean said making Sam want to punch his face.

"I could punch you right now." Sam glared at him.

Dean's phone rang in his pocket and he tried to fish it out from his pocket so the ringing doesn't wake Addy. He pulled out his phone saw the caller ID.

"It's Lisa, could you hold her for me?" Sam rolled his eyes and took his niece from him. Dean walked a few steps away and then answered the phone.

"Hey, uh everything okay?"

"You tell me, Dean, are you okay? You said you'd be back by morning." Lisa asked softly.

"Yeah we uh... kinda ran into trouble." Dean replied vaguely.

"Are you okay? Who's we?" Lisa was worried.

"Me, Sam, Y/n and Adeline."

"Y/n and Adeline? Are they okay? What happened?"

"They're okay...now. Sam and I we got here in time."

"Dean." Lisa sighed.

"What?"

"You're an idiot, you know that?"

"Yeah I'm aware but it'd be nice if you'd elaborate." He chuckled.

"You're being an idiot, you're suffering and you're making them suffer. They're your family, they need you. And you need them just as much."

"Lisa.." Dean started but she interrupted him

"Dean, Adeline needs her father, i know how y/n feels, its hard watching your child grow up without a father, nobody would know better than me." She spoke softly as if talking to a child. "Think about Addy, Dean. It'll scar her for life knowing her father didn't choose her, when he clearly had a choice." Dean turned and watched his daughter sleeping in his brother's arms. The line went silent for a few seconds when she called his name.

"Yeah I hear ya."

"Think about Y/n, she loves you, you're crazy about her. I know what you're doing, Dean. You're deflecting, running away. It's not going to get you anywhere." Dean sighed knowing she's right. "Ben and I are safe Dean. You made us move, we started a new life, we're happy. its about time you do the same. Chase your happiness."

"You're right I guess." Dean let out a breath. "I don't know what to say."

"You could say thanks." He could hear the smile in her in her tone. "And do all of us a favour and stay there."

"Yeah, thanks Lisa." He smiled and hung up.

He walked back towards Sam, and huffed while plopping down beside him.

"What's up?"

"Uh Lisa kinda kicked me out." Sam gave him a bitch face which clearly said, im-not-in-the-mood-for-your-shit. "Well she told me I'm an idiot who's making everyone's life miserable."

"I'm not sure she said that but I totally agree with her." Sam replied.

Before Dean could reply Y/n emerged from the hallway into the living room, she looked fresh but tired. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a loose t shirt and some shorts.

"I'll take her." She said gesturing towards Adeline. "Sam, some of your clothes are in the guest bedroom, you can freshen up." The aforementioned man nodded and looked at his brother with a we'll-talk-later look. She watched Sam leave and turned to Dean. "You can use my bathroom, if you want. I'll order something."

"I'll wait till Sam comes back. Not leaving you here alone." Dean replied watching her as she ordered food.

After Sam came back, Dean went to shower, he didn't have his clothes with him so he had to make good with Sam's clothes. Which were a bit oversized for him. After dinner Sam promised he'd clean up and insisted Y/n retire to her room. Adeline was sleeping soundly in her crib.

"I'll be there in a minute." Dean called out behind her, feeing the need to reassure her. God knows she needs it. She nodded and left wordlessly.

"So what exactly did Lisa say?" Dean filled Sam in with conversation he had with Lisa earlier.

"I don't know how someone like you ends up bagging such wise women." Sam wondered out loud. Dean glared at his younger brother but didn't comment on it. "So what you gonna do?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"You want to me to go in there and tell her that the woman I lived with kicked me out so I need her back?" Sam swore he could throttle his brother and he even moved his hands to wrap around his neck but stopped himself.

"Is that how it is?" Sam asked and Dean immediately shook his head. "Then her exactly how it is! You idiot." Sam rubbed his hand over his face. His brother might be a genius when it comes to monsters but he's a nutjob when it comes to feelings.

Y/n watched Dean's silhouette enter the room and drag a chair beside the bed. It was completely dark except for the moonlight peeking in through the window.

"You really don't have to." Her voice quiet in the dark, he stopped his actions as he heard her voice. "That chair would be uncomfortable. Get in the bed."

Dean didn't say anything but got under the covers beside her. Ten minutes passed in silence and again Y/n spoke up,

"Dean I'm trying to sleep." He looked at her in confusion.

"I'm not even doing anything." He replied.

"The cogs in your brain are too damn loud. Stop thinking." Y/n murmured. Dean sighed shifting on the bed. "Talk to me." She said propping her head on her elbow.

"It's.."

"Nothing." She completed. "I've heard that before." He peered up at her face, her expressions unreadable.

"I don't know where to start." Dean said staring at the ceiling.

"Whatever comes to mind." Dean took a deep breath before he spoke.

"I'm sorry." His eyes flickered to her face. She was patiently waiting for him to continue. "I am so sorry for being a mess. I..I ruined us, I was a coward. I'm sorry for hurting you. I know keep saying that, I keep trying to push you away because i want to you to be safe. I hate that I couldn't protect you or Addy." Dean felt himself tearing up.

"Dean, you keep pushing us away, why do you think its the only way? Maybe if you hadn't left we could've been safe. You could've protected us. You can't keep assuming you being with us is a bad thing unless you try, how bad could it actually be? I don't think anything could be worse than what happened today."

"I know that now, I just love you so much. I know I don't deserve to ask anything from you but if you could give me another chance, I'll spend the rest of my life proving to you how much I love you."

"What about-"

"They'll be fine." Dean answered before she could even ask. "I am done running, I want to own up to my mistakes. I wanna be with you, and Adeline, where ever you two are. I want to save you, from every bad thing out there."

"Dean, you don't need to save me," she whispered looking at him. "But would you run away with me?" She grinned at him. He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

He smiled at her. "We could do whatever you want, I'm okay with everything as long as you're mine. We could take it slow if you want."

"We've already wasted so much time. I don't want to take it slow. I know you're it for me." His gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips. He pressed his lips against hers, they just as soft as he remembered. Their lips clashed against each other, tongues fighting for dominance. She pushed herself up to straddle his waist but he pushed her back on the bed, hovering above her.

"As much as I want to," he breathed heavily. "You're hurt."

"Dean."

"Baby no. I promise I'll give you whatever you want but just heal for me first." She nodded and he pecked her lips laying beside her. "Sleep now." He placed a kiss on her forehead.

The events of the day finally caught up to her and she was drifting into deep slumber. The next morning she woke up she half expected the bed to be empty but when she opened her eyes, she was met with bright green eyes already looking at her.

"Good morning." Dean smiled.

"Morning." She snuggled closer to him. She was more relieved than she'd like to admit.

"You sleep good?" She hummed in response wrapping her arms around his torso. He chuckled pulling her closer.  It was suspiciously quiet and Y/n wondered how Addy hadn't woken up yet or in the middle of the night. She shot up her position on the bed and winced when she felt pressure on her stitches.

"Hey what's wrong?" Dean asked. She didn't answer and walked towards the crib which was empty.

"Dean, Addy." She gasped, tears brimming her eyes.

"Baby calm down, Sam has her." Dean told her and she walked out of the room sighing in relief when she saw her daughter sitting on Sam's chest and slapping his face with quite force if she may say so. "See she's okay." Dean said wrapping his arms around her from behind. She nodded relaxing in his arms. She turned her face to kiss him and he didn't hesitate to kiss back.

"Are you two always going to be this gross from now on?" Sam's voice made them pull away.

"Yes." Y/n replied.

"I'll go make breakfast." Dean said walking into the kitchen but Y/n pulled him back and kissed him, tongue and all. Sam made puking noises. They pulled away and Y/n smirked at Sam and he rolled his eyes at her.

"I think Addy and I should go to the park. I don't want to sit here and watch cheap porno." Sam sassed.

"Aren't you brutal these days, Sammy." Y/n pouted at her best friend.

"He actually is." Dean yelled from the kitchen.

"What so now you two are going to gang up on me?" Sam scoffed playfully.

"No, but Sam something is weird about you. And no I'm not talking about your height." Y/n replied with a smirk.

"Try being surrounded by dumbasses all the time." Sam retorted. "I am just tired." He rubbed his face, still holding Adeline firmly. "Do me a favour and pack your stuff." Sam added.

"What for?"

"You're not staying here, not anymore." Dean said coming out of the kitchen. "Breakfast's ready."

The three of them walked inside the kitchen where Dean has sit up food on the counter. Coffee, waffles and eggs. Sam poured himself as cup of coffee, Adeline still in arms who was now biting and drooling over his shoulder.

"And who decided that?" Y/n asked taking a sip of her coffee.

"We did." Sam shrugged.

"Sam we've had this conversation before, I told you Addy isn't going to grow up in this life. I want her to be normal. I am out for good." Y/n said with a scowl on her face.

"And that's how it's going to be." Dean replied. "Just not here, we'll find a new place for us. You're out and no one's dragging you back, I promise." He added softly.

"I liked this place." She pouted. Dean let out a laugh and kissed her pouty lips.

"We'll find an even better place, okay?"

"One moment of peace." Sam hissed. "Is all I ask for."

"Suck it up, buttercup." Y/n teased.

"Cmon Addy, let's go somewhere we're loved." Sam said to the baby who just stared at her uncle.

"Aye gigantor, give me my baby." She said making grabby hands towards him. He rolled his eyes but place Addy in her arms nonetheless.

"By the way... I forgot to ask." Sam started. "Why were you half naked when we found you?"

Y/n choked on her waffle and avoided looking at either of the men.

"You okay?" Dean asked handing her a glass of water. She took it gratefully and nodded. Sam raised his brow at her and she wanted to murder him right there.

"Uhm you see the moment he came here I knew he was a shifter."

"How?" Dean asked.

"Because he came in as Sam and i had just gotten of the phone with him and Sam told me there's shifter in town collecting his babies." Y/n replied making the other to nod, urging her to go on. "I assumed he didn't know the relationship between us, he just came here because he saw you coming here so I thought..." she trailed off awkwardly.

"You thought that you'd seduce him." Sam replied with a grin, ready to tease the wits out of her. She glared at him in return.

"Hey, not my fault the XY chromosome is stupid like that, be it a monster or human. I took my top off he got distracted enough for me to stab him." Y/n replied defensively. The two men laughed at her words.

"That might actually be true." Dean added shaking his head.

After breakfast the three of them packed all of y/n and Adeline's things and stuffed it into Sam's car. They had Sam run to store and get a carseat for Adeline since y/n didn't have a car and never needed one. After strapping in they drove to their destination. But had to make a quick stop at Lisa's to get Dean's stuff and obviously his other other baby, The Impala. It was quick but a pleasant meeting.

"Oooh I missed baby." Y/n said walking over to the Impala and sitting in passenger's seat.

"Hm she missed you too." Dean replied getting behind the wheel after strapping in Adeline. "I've got three of my best girls here, aint I a lucky man?" Dean marvelled at the sight.

"Even after years, I'm still competing with a car." Y/n sighed playfully.

"There's competition, sweetheart." Dean looked at her lovingly. "No one can take baby's place." He added playfully.

"Dean Winchester, you're annoying" She swatted his arm lightly. He pulled her in a for a kiss.

"Don't worry baby you're my number one." He mumbled against her lips. The ringing of Dean's phone made them pull apart.

"Are you two done making out in the car because I'd like to get there before dark." Dean heard Sam's irritated voice from the phone. He just chuckled, hanging up he revved the engine to life and they drove off.

A knock of the door made Bobby look up from the book he was reading. He wasn't expecting anyone so he grabbed his gun before walking towards the door. He aimed the gun and then opened the door. He rolled his eyes and put the gun on the table beside the door. It was Sam and Dean.

The old man went back inside and the other two followed. Y/n was hidden behind their tall frames so he didn't see her. The three of them went inside. Dean carried the carseat in which Adeline was napping.

"So what do i owe this pleasur-" Bobby stopped mid sentence as he saw y/n, a few cuts and bruises littered over her face.

"Heya Bobby." She hugged the old man.

"What happened?" He asked and they filled him in. "All that happened and you couldn't give me a call?" He said frustratedly. "Are you three ever going to let me live peacefully.?"

"I don't think so, no." Y/n chuckled. Sam and Dean nodded their head along with her comment.

"Oh dear, you're the only sane person in this family." Bobby said picking Adeline from her car seat.

"Yeah just about until she doesn't start walking on her own." Dean smirked. "Insanity is in the genes, Bobby." He added sarcastically.

"Out of my sight." The old man replied.

"Don't worry about that, we'll go house hunting tomorrow." Y/n said excitedly.

"What you didn't learn your lesson this time?" Bobby asked rolling his eyes.

"All I want is Addy to grow up in a normal house and a normal life and that's not gonna happen in a house filled with guns and thousands of lore books." Y/n said exasperatedly, gesturing to all the books around her.

Nobody spoke after, an unsaid agreement was made. The next morning y/n and Dean went to look for available houses. They agreed to stay in Sioux Falls, Dean insisted it's safer to be close to Bobby's, just in case something happens when he's away.

"I can't believe it." Y/n whispered as she and Dean signed the lease of their new house.

"Can't believe what?" Dean asked.

"This, us, all of it." She replied looking around the house.

"I know baby, feels surreal." He walked towards her and kissed her. "But this is us, now."

"Yeah. You think Sam will like it? And Addy?" Y/n asked him with hopeful eyes.

"They'll love it." He wrapped an arm around her.

A month after moving in their new house, it was peaceful. This was the closest to being normal Dean felt. He was being the most amazing boyfriend to y/n and even better father to Adeline. One morning Dean decided to wake his girl with kisses and breakfast in bed, y/n groaned pushing him away.

"Five more minutes, D." She mumbled. He hovered above her and peppered her face with kisses. She blinked her eyes open. "I could get used to this sight." She smirked dragging her nails across his bare chest. He chuckled as she pulled him down and purred in his ear, "I think you owe me something, now that I'm completely healed." Dean let out a laugh and nipped at her jaw and dragged his nose along the column of her neck, leaving soft kisses.

"DEAN." Sam burst into the room and the older brother jumped off of the bed. Y/n was clothed but still pulled the covers to her chest.

"Sam what the fuck?" Dean growled at his brother.

"Uh I found a case.." Sam replied sheepishly.

"You found a case.." y/n drawled and her eyes landed on the clock beside her bed. "It's six in the morning." She groaned.

"Yeah I had a long night." Sam replied. "People are dropping like flies, Dean. We have to go." His words held urgency and Dean sighed.

"Can't you wait for like two hours or something?" Dean asked irritation lacing his voice.

"Dean people are dying in really weird ways." Sam pressed.

"You should go." Y/n spoke from the bed.

"Baby.."

"Dean.." He shrugged in defeat.

"Alright I'll meet you by the car in 20." Dean said to Sam who nodded and left the room.

"You go get ready and I'll check on Addy." Y/n got up and pecked his lips pushing him towards the bathroom. She walked to the crib placed in they their room, she still wasn't comfortable leaving Addy alone in the nursery. She watched her sleep peacefully. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and she melted into the embrace.

"You've been staring at her for like ten minutes, it's creepy, sweetheart." Dean murmured in her ear.

"Shut up and get your ass moving." She replied playfully. "I wanna lock the door and sleep some more."

"Too eager to get rid of me?" He smirked.

As if sensing her father's departure little Adeline woke up from her slumber and started wailing loudly. Dean immediately picked up his baby in his arms and hushed her while gently rocking her. "Daddy's angel woke up to say bye huh?" That didn't make Adeline feel any better and Dean didn't feel like going anymore. "Awe baby I'm sorry." He cooed. "What do you say we let Uncle Sammy go on his own?" Dean suggested.

"Dean.." y/n said in reprimanding tone. "I know it's hard but we'll be here when you get back, yeah?"

"Yeah." He nodded and kissed Adeline's head. "Daddy's gonna be back before you know it, be good for mommy okay angel?" Y/n took Adeline from him and followed out to the door. Dean opened the door and turned around, "you be safe. Anything happens you call me or head to Bobby's okay?"

"Yes don't worry about us and focus on the job, don't die okay?"

With one last kiss, Dean walked out of the door. Y/n waved at Sam who was impatiently waiting by the car. She closed the door and double locked it once they drove off.

The day went by just as how it goes usually. It was around nine pm when Dean called her. She answered the phone almost immediately, eagerly wanting to know all about the hunt. As Dean filled her in with all the adventures the brother's went through, she listened eagerly. She missed hunting, she missed the the feeling of adrenaline pumping through her veins but all above that she loved Adeline. And she wouldn't risk anything happening to her.

"I'm just glad you two are okay and the hunt went well." Y/n said as Dean finished speaking.

"Yeah. Can't wait to be back with you and Addy." He replied. He paused for a minute he spoke again. "Thank you, Sweetheart."

"For what Dean?"

"For giving my dumbass another chance. For putting up with me over the years. For loving me. I can't ever make up to you for hurting you how I did but-"

"Dean, it's all in the past. I forgave you. Even if it may be a little selfish on my part but I want you. I've always wanted you. So just forget about it." Y/n replied, assuring him that they're way past whatever happened.

"I don't care if you're being selfish, or if you want to use me. Just know that I'm your problem now." Dean chuckled. "I'm at your disposal. I love you."

"No chick flick moments, De." Y/n giggled over the phone and Dean rolled his eyes at her even if she couldn't see. "But I love you too. And I miss you too much, so hurry your ass back home." Dean let out a laugh at her commanding tone.

“I’ll be home soon. You take care of yourself. Kiss Adeline goodnight for me.” Dean replied before hanging up.

Things have finally changed. For better.

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[p4rallel-universe]

Can I request a fic where the reader walks into the Gallagher house, looking for Ian but instead hears soft panting and groans coming from upstairs. You ignore it until someone shouts your names, looking around to find out what's up reveals lip with his hand down his pants and back arched- whimpering your name until- oop, I'll let you decide how it ends;)

encounters

(Lip Gallagher x Male reader)

nsfw

walking down the street, your phone held to your ear, you hear the call go to voicemail once again. Ian must be busy - working, or fucking, who knows - because he's not picking up your calls. you really need to see him, to talk to him about some family stuff that's been seriously bothering you.

Ian's your best friend. your ride or die. you get along with his whole family. helping Fiona whenever you can, even Lip smokes with you once in a while despite being pretty busy these days.

thinking of your last option, you decide to stop by the Gallagher house. you still have a spare key from sometime Ian let you borrow one. unlocking the door, you enter nonchalantly. the Gallagher household is like a second home to you, so there's no real boundaries for when you arrive. you kind of just...come and go.

"Ian?", you call out, to no answer. no sign of him, in fact, the whole house seems pretty empty. must be a busy day. you try shouting a couple more times, still to no reply.

figuring since you walked all the way here, to no avail, you may as well take a minute to rest on the couch. and take a beer from the fridge, what's one missing, right?

relaxing on the couch, sipping the beer (which always tastes better when stolen from the Gallagher fridge) you suddenly hear your name. you figure you must've misheard something, or imagined it completely - probably sleep deprivation, it wasn't a great night.

then you hear it again. it's loud in the way you can tell it's not meant to be shouted, so it's not like anyone's calling to you. it's kind of desperate. like someone's running, chasing you, trying to get your attention.

weirded out, you set your beer on the table and stand up, warily approaching the stairs. listening in, you hear a couple more sounds. there's a kind of out of breath panting. shortly after, another breathy call of your name.

perhaps against your better judgement, you ascend the stairs, making sure to be quiet - just in case. the sound of quiet groans becomes more clear as you reach the top of the steps.

"what the fuck-", you whisper to yourself. the sounds are coming from the spare room. where Lip's been sleeping. pressing your ear to the door, you hear the chorus of moans, groans, pants and desperate iterations of your name.

your face burns bright red, and a familiar feeling of anticipation and excitement pools in your stomach. the truth is, you've always found Lip crazy attractive. he's rough around the edges, intelligent and honest. and surprisingly, very loyal and caring. in short, he's sweet and hot. you'd be lying if you didn't say he was definitely one of the better perks of being Ian's best friend.

you wonder for a split second if what you're about to do is a good idea, before deciding you don't really care. you push open the door and see Lip in his rather desperate position. he's spread across the bed, dressed in only boxers and a tank top. his face is red from panting, and his back is arching him off the bed.

he's clearly very into his self pleasure, so he doesn't seem to notice you right away. trembling with every step, you move towards the bed, stopping by the side. one of Lip's eyes open and look at you. shockingly, he doesn't freak out. he doesn't even seem embarrassed. he is, as usual, cool as can be. he says nothing, just looks at you. his remaining pants turn into a bit of a chuckle.

hesitantly, you sit close to Lip on the bed. he furrows his brow at you. looking him right in the eyes, taking a deep breath. you reach and grab the bulge in his boxers. Lip's breath hitches.

he's absolutely rock hard and you can feel it. you can feel the strain, the need. you want to relieve Lip of this. of everything. you want to help him.

kissing him forcefully, you don't waste any time. hand reaching inside his boxers to stroke where he needs you most. he groans immediately. he grabs the wrist of the hand you're touching him with, he guides you up and down, faster. gripping your hand, making you hold him tighter.

his eyes are squeezed so tightly shut, his head is thrown back. harshly, with little to no patience, Lip grabs the back of your head, taking a second to play with your hair. there's that playful softness. the reason you've always liked Lip. the roughness, the want and need for something more, paired with a gentle goofyness. he flashes you a smile and before you can even go in to kiss him again - which you really want to do - he's guided your head downwards.

you figure there will be time for intimacy once the rush is over. eager to fulfill Lip's fantasy, - if you're honest, it's definitely yours too - you dip your head down immediately. taking him into your mouth, and he groans louder then ever. his big hands immediately grip onto your hair.

your hands are resting on his thighs as you bob your head up and down. he lets go of his iron grip on your hair to sit up and take off his wife-beater, the only piece of clothing he still has on.

he's glistening with sweat, you reach your hands up to feel his chest. when you groan around him at the feeling of his strong body, he growls in appreciation.

his grip tightens, back arching again. you pick up the pace, putting your all into giving Lip what he wants. what he needs. his groans get deeper, growls more frequent. you can tell by the tightness of his grip on your head that he's close. really close.

"fuck...", Lip grumbles, his deep voice rings out and settles in your head. playing on loop. fuck, fuck, fuck.

he cums with a deep shout of pleasure, arched body spasming as he pulls harshly on your hair.

working him through his aftershocks, his tensed body falls backwards onto the bed. his hand wipes sweat from his forehead. his hand, joined with yours, pulls you to lie next to him.

he turns to you, "fuck me, Y/N. didn't know you were so wild." he chuckles, blue eyes glossed over. in the afterglow of your hot encounter, you take a second to appreciate his boyish beauty. his curls, messed up from rolling around in his bed. smug smirk, a smile that reaches his bright eyes.

he glances down to see that you are, obviously, very hard. smiling to himself, he figures he'll give something new a shot today. he grabs your head, gently this time, and kisses your forehead. there's the intimacy.

he's rubbing you through your jeans, biting his lip in anticipation.

fuck.

(finished this one for the very nice anon 👌 )

[roosterforme]

You Deserve an Overachiever | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is forced to come to terms with the fact that he wants to replace your boyfriend with himself and give you proper orgasms. 

Warnings: Swearing, fuff, smut

Length: 2600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This fic was written for a request! Hope you enjoy it, nonny friend! 

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Bradley should have never agreed to let you move in with him. You did all of these things that made him go crazy. You walked around in tank tops without a bra. You sang and danced along to loud playlists in the kitchen whenever you were cooking. You made the entire house smell like flowers. And you occasionally invited your boyfriend to sleep over.  And whenever you had your boyfriend spend the night, Bradley was forced to listen to you faking orgasms. He was also forced to come to terms with the fact that he was interested in replacing your boyfriend with himself and giving you proper orgasms. 

It was late Sunday afternoon, and you were in the kitchen, wearing a tiny pink tank top with shorts, no bra in sight, and singing along to "Living After Midnight" by Judas Priest playing at top volume. Bradley was smiling in the doorway, thoroughly enjoying the view. You were singing into a spatula like it was a microphone and headbanging, and you had no idea he was there.  He watched you shaking your ass and jumping around, and he was mesmerized. You were gorgeous and so fun. And every time he thought about your lame boyfriend leaving you unsatisfied, it made him want to kiss you and take you to his bed. "Ahhh! I didn't know you were in here!" you squealed, turning the volume down on your phone a little bit and tossing your spatula aside. You were still shaking your hips along to the song, but you'd stopped singing. "I'm going to make dinner. Do you want some?" Bradley smirked. "I was enjoying the performance. Don't stop on my account." Then with a smile, you grabbed the spatula once more and danced it across the room to him.  "Your turn to sing," you instructed, grabbing his hand and wrapping his fingers around the spatula. Bradley smiled as you squeezed his hand before letting go. Then you danced around him and shook your hair all over the place.  Bradley danced and sang along, throwing in a little air guitar to make you laugh, and when the song ended you hugged him, your laughter making his heart soar. "That was fun," you said, a bit breathlessly.  Bradley let his hand rest on your lower back briefly before releasing you and clearing his throat. "So, is your boyfriend coming over for dinner?" Bringing up your dumbass boyfriend ought to keep him from touching you again. You snorted and headed for the refrigerator. "No." Bradley cocked his head to the side, playing with the spatula before setting it down. "You guys have a fight or something?" "No, I broke up with him on Monday," you said, completely nonchalant.  Bradley was startled. You had been dating that guy for a few months, and you really didn't seem upset by this new development.  "Why? Why did you dump him?" Bradley asked, wanting to know your reasoning.  You turned and looked at him, leaning against the open fridge door. "He and I were not completely compatible." Bradley took a few steps closer to you and raised an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?" You licked your lips, and Bradley felt his cock twinge. He took a few calming breaths, willing his body to stop reacting to everything you did. "Well... he was expecting a lot from me, and I wasn't getting much in return." Bradley tugged you gently out of the way and closed the refrigerator door. "You mean sexually?" You just gaped at him for a second before nodding slightly.  "I could hear you faking it through the wall," Bradley told you with the tiniest smirk.  "Excuse me?" you gasped, cheeks flushing pink in embarrassment, but you didn't back away from him.  "I didn't mean to embarrass you, babe. I'm sorry," he apologized quickly. "You shouldn't be doing that though. Don't get me wrong, he was completely lame, so I'm not looking out for his feelings, but you were probably making him feel like some sort of king." You just stared up at Bradley. "What do you mean?" Bradley chuckled. "Come on, babe. No way he was good enough for you. You're a goddess, and every time you faked it, I'm sure he thought he was hot shit." "A goddess?" you asked, looking at him in disbelief. Bradley glared at you playfully. "Really? Just look at you. Plus you're cool as hell. And you always smell good." A laugh bubbled out of you. "What?" Bradley tipped his head back and groaned at the ceiling, before looking at your pretty face again. "I'm just saying, you're like the total package. You don't need to be with a guy who isn't doing it for you in bed. You deserve... an overachiever." "Oh," you whispered, examining his face. Now Bradley was the one who was feeling embarrassed. He might as well just tell you he had a massive crush on you and be done with it. Just get it out of his system and let you shut down even the tiniest inclination in his mind that you might want him back.  But now you were inching closer to him and nibbling on your bottom lip. Slowly, cautiously, you let your right index finger hook around his belt loop. You pulled him closer to you and he went willingly. He was gazing down into your eyes which were wide and appraising.  When your free hand reached up and wrapped around his bicep, he started to back you up to the kitchen counter. "Babe, if you don't stop touching me, I'm gonna kiss you," he rasped, and you literally moaned out loud. Your finger released his belt loop and came to rest against his abs instead. The expression on your face was needy, and his cock was twitching again. "You're still touching me," he whispered, and he noticed both of you were breathing heavier. "Yeah. I am," you told him confidently, and Bradley slowly lowered his lips to yours. He kissed you softly, and you kissed him right back. And when you slid your hand up from his abs to his chest, he pressed against you. Your body was amazing. You had no idea what you did to him. Then you separated your lips and your tongue delved into his mouth, tasting him and his hands immediately tangled in your hair.  You moaned into his mouth before you pulled back quickly. "This is probably a bad idea, right? Us hooking up? We have to live together."  Bradley let go of your hair and took a step back. Your nipples were hard and your lips looked extra pouty. He wanted to lay you out on the kitchen counter and make you cum on his face. He wanted to make you dinner every day for a year. He wanted you to sleep in his bed with him. "Fuck, I'm sorry," he said, running his hands through his hair. "I just-"  You lunged for him, wrapping your arms around his neck and devouring his mouth. Bradley grabbed your waist as you licked his lip until he groaned, letting you taste him again. As you ran your fingers along the back of his neck and up into his hair, you smiled against his mouth. Everything you did to him felt so fucking good. You were rubbing your body against him, and now he could feel your hard nipples.  When you started touching and kissing his scarred cheek and his neck, he couldn't even be bothered to be self conscious. Your fingers were so gentle and your mouth already felt familiar and necessary.  But now he was going into self preservation mode, because he never imagined this would be happening.  "Babe, we need to stop," he grunted as you worked your mouth up to his ear. "We need to stop, because I'm going to lose my mind." You pulled away from him this time. "Because we have to live together? And it would be weird?" "No, that's not it." Bradley had to run his hands through his hair to keep himself from touching you. You were biting your lip again and playing with the drawstring of your shorts. "Is it because you were just trying to be nice to me before?" You grimaced, adding, "By trying to make me feel like I deserved better?" Bradley pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel awkward when he was the one with the crush. He forced himself to look you in the eye and speak honestly. "No, babe, it's because I really like you. And if we sleep together, I'm going to want to keep doing it. And if we keep doing it, then I'm going to be very disappointed when you don't want to date me." Bradley turned his face away from you and shook his head while he looked at the floor. "No way," you whispered. "Come here, Bradley." His eyes snapped up to meet yours, and you were reaching for him again. "God, I would have picked you over my ex if I had known how you felt sooner." Bradley grinned and let his hands settle on your hips. "You can pick me now." "Mmm," you moaned, grabbing him by the back of the neck and kissing him. Your mouth was still needy but also so sweet and your hands were dipping inside the collar of his tee shirt.  "You'll let me take you out to dinner later?" he asked between kisses. You were nodding and moaning your approval of the idea and kissing his scars again.  Bradley let his hands drift under your tank top and gently rub your lower back, and then you reached down and pulled your shirt right off.  "Babe," he groaned as you tossed your shirt to the kitchen floor, and his hands were cupping your breasts before he knew what he was doing. You pressed yourself into his palms and reached for the fly of his jeans. "We can go slower if you want," he managed to say, but you were already reaching in and grasping his dick through his underwear. You squeezed and stroked him with a dirty little smirk on your face. "Fuck," he whispered. "No, this speed is good," you replied, looking up at Bradley through your eyelashes. Bradley picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, grabbing your ass to keep you in place while he carried you to his bedroom. Your bright laughter echoed through the house as you said, "I could definitely get used to this, Bradley." But he didn't respond. Instead he set you down on his bed, removed your shorts and underwear, and settled himself between your legs.  "This doesn't seem fair," you whispered, a little short of breath before he was even touching your pussy. He watched as you pressed your thighs together to keep yourself from subtly thrusting your hips upward toward him. "I'm naked and you're not." "We'll get there, babe. Let me do one thing first." You licked your lips as Bradley let his tongue dip to your tits. "What are you going to do first?" you asked, moaning on the last word. He licked and sucked on your tits a moment longer before saying, "I'm going to eat your pussy until you cum on my face." The uninhibited moan that escaped your lips as Bradley pulled your thighs apart and licked your slit had him even more determined to make you orgasm. He settled into place, face buried in your pussy, as he licked and sucked and fucked you with his fingers. You tasted so good; he would stay here as long as it took, loving every second. You were thrusting up as your pleasure increased, hands fisted in the bedding.  You were babbling incoherently as he focused on your clit with his mouth. Bradley had to hold your thigh down as you were literally riding his face as he plunged his fingers into you harder before bending his fingers and bringing you some pressure.  "Oh!" you gasped, shaking your head back and forth against the pillows. "Ohhh!" you moaned, bringing your foot up to his shoulder as he sucked on you. And then he felt your pussy grab his fingers. You were soaking wet, leaving his index and middle fingers slick up to his knuckles as you came. Bradley released your clit and smirked, asking, "Better than your ex?"  You were instantly pulling him by his hair, leaning forward until his mouth was on yours. He let your tongue meet his, let you taste him all over his mouth. You licked the corner of his mustache before saying, "He never went down on me." Bradley pulled away from you. "He never ate your pussy?" he asked, completely shocked. You shook your head as your breathing finally returned to normal. Bradley ran his hands up your sides and looked at your pretty face. "Aww, babe. That's a crime, honey," he whispered, running lazy knuckles across your breasts. You collapsed back against the pillows, and he kissed your neck. "No wonder he wasn't getting the job done. A pussy as sweet as yours deserves a lot of attention." Bradley smiled at your loud moan. "You want me to give you attention?"  "Yes, Bradley," you groaned, pulling his shirt off and running your hands all over his shoulders and back as he kissed your neck and collarbones. He let you thrust up against him and rub your pussy all over his hard cock. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked, already reaching into his drawer for a condom as you reached for his cock again. Bradley was throbbing in your hand, begging for you as he looked at you spread out on his bed looking beautifully fucked out already.  "Yes!"  As soon as the condom was on, Bradley was sliding inside, filling you up with one fluid thrust. "God, you're so sweet and tight, babe. Feels like you were made for me." Bradley watched as you bit your lip and shook your head, barely able to speak. Your hair was such a mess, both from dancing around the kitchen and from thrashing around on his bed. And your cheeks were still flushed from your first orgasm. You were so perfect and pretty, he was going to suggest you start sleeping in here with him. He wanted to give you attention like this all the time. Bradley thrust into you slowly until you whispered, "Harder." Then he started to lose his rhythm as you verbally demanded more and more. Soon he was fucking into you hard, the sounds of his skin slapping against you was echoing through the room.  Your cries mingled with his as he flipped onto his back and whispered, "Ride me, babe." Your wicked grin as you bounced up and down on him hard had him smiling as well. You grabbed his hand and pressed his fingers to your clit once again, and Bradley took a deep breath, trying to hold back his own orgasm for you. And when you came, gasping his name, he came too. He let you collapse against his chest, both a little sweaty from your exertion, and Bradley thought that felt perfect too. He buried his fingers in your hair, and you ran the tip of your nose along his neck.  "So where are we going for dinner?" you asked softly with a smile. Bradley squeezed you tight to his chest. "Anywhere you want. And when we get back, you should move some of your stuff into my room. Anything you would need to sleep in here with me tonight." You grinned and kissed his cheek. "We're having a sleepover?" "Absolutely. I'm planning on giving you more attention later."

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[rubysgirl32]

Behind the Cameras

Ruby Cruz x Fem!reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers (kinda), VERY ANGSTY (reader and Ruby get to a fight), swearing, self hatred thoughts, and inner homophobia from reader

Summary: Reader gets paired with ruby for the press tour, which sucked because ruby seemed to constantly be dick around her.

Author's note: I just re edited this, so its more complete and its in second person pov rather than third, so yeah! enjoy 🤍

─── ∘°❉°∘ ───

Being casted for the second season of Willow was something you never really expected. The audition in itself felt like a fever dream, but actually getting the role felt like your entire life was falling into place, just as you would dream of as a kid. You grew up with Willow, your brother and you were obsessed with George Lucas, so it was a constant binge between Star Wars, Willow and Howard the Duck. It was truly a dream for you, to get to fly to Wales, to be invited into this magical world and meet everyone, especially Warwick. What wasn’t a dream come true, was her.

“And yeah, this is truly a gift being back to playing a fucking disney princess, its crazy to me” Ruby replies at the interviewer, her brushed hair perfectly in place, and her lips forming a stupid perfect smile in such an effortless way as answers the question.

“And with the new cast, how has it been adding new characters and extending the willow family?” The woman asks, shuffling in her seat as she leans in closer for the answer

Ruby’s smile turned plastic quickly. She looked down at her finger and fiddled with her rings.

“Yeah, it was… fun. I mean with these new characters, the stories go further and are truly more interesting. We truly did welcomed everybody with such open arms-”

You stopped the video and looked back at your brother who stood with his arms folded.

“That lying bitch” You gasp “Open arms? Open arms, seriously? She is one of the coldest people I know- she never even once during filming spoke to me, and then says she welcomed me with open arms?” you huff out pure anger as rolling your eyes passing the phone back to your brother. The rest of the cast did receive you with open arms. Everyone was really lovely, and you quickly became a part of the already tight knight family, but ever since the table reading back in October, Ruby has yet to speak or even present herself to you. She dodges you in corridors, leaves whenever you enter the room and once she even left early from training because of you. 

“Just wanted to show it to you before you heard from the rest,” Jack shrugged. He then sat next to you on the couch, turned off his phone and threw it softly til the last cushion.  You looked back at your brother with a soft smile. God, you were lucky enough to have him around. You truly didn’t know where you would be without him.

“Thanks” you says softly as you grabs the TV remote “Let’s watch something, i need to get that moment off my head”

“How about Star-” Jack begging to say

“I'm not watching Star Wars again” you cut off like always. 

He laughs, rolling his eyes and grabs his drink from the center table. The two of you spent the day watching an X-men marathon, eating whatever was left in the fridge and pantry, just like when you were kids. It was not until noon, on the third film, when the silence was broken. Jack looked over at you and smiled sadly.

“I’m worried,” he confesses “Press tour stars tomorrow, and it’s supposed to be this amazing thing where you guys have fun and get to introduce the world to this new season but… i'm scared its gonna get ruined by Ruby’s stupid comments and bullshit”

You sigh knowing very well what he ment. Last week you got informed that you were sadly paired with Ruby for the interviews. Since you were a brand new character and never actually done a press tour for anything, the producers had decided to pair you with someone who already has experience with interviews, and apparently the universe thought that you and Ruby would make a great pair.

“I’ll survive” you says blankly shoving a cockie into your mouth “Plus, we are spending the day talking with other people, so i hope it won't be that bad”

“If anything happens you call me, okay?” He raises his hand and points up his pinky. This is some stupid thing you use to do when you were kids, but every now and then he would bring it back

“Promise” you link your pinkie with his and tightly squeeze them.

─── ∘°❉°∘ ───

From the moment you woke up at 7 am, a heavy pressure chest seemed to be placed roughly. Started when you got out of bed and followed along to the moment you got into the tall building where the interviews were being made. Your very strict assistant, Lola, told you the plan for the day as they were shown the small break room, where you had to change and put on the interview outfit. It was a light blue and white dress that looked very 60s, some pearl earrings and a necklace that matched. Sometimes an outfit can change your entire mood, so once you were dressed up, you couldn’t help but feel just a bit better. Then the make up artist came in and started applying some soft natural makeup that consisted of blushy cheeks and a soft eyeliner. But even after that, there was still something tense and heavy on your chest that didn’t seem to want to leave you alone. You walked out of the break room, into the place where you would spend the next 7 hours answering questions. You wave hello to everyone on set as the man starts putting on the mic pack on you and checking if your makeup looks good under the lights. You then sat on the chair and took out your phone from the pocket on the dress to see a message from your brother, Jack.

Annoying older brother: Good luck!!

Annoying older brother: Remember our promise, call me if anything happens

You smile and just type back an eye rolling emoji as a response. You put down her phone  once you felt someone sitting next to you, and softly reminded yourself where you were and the way you were supposed to behave. The silence took over the room as you left your phone under your leg. You looked over to your right to see Ruby. She looked nice. She was wearing an oversized red blouse and a white jacket, and her hair was messy. 

“Hi” You greets softly with a small wave

Ruby looks at you, nods shortly and looks away. 

You tried to take the response in a less personal way, looking away and trying to swallow the anxiety away. But once the young interviewer arrives, and Ruby literally stands up to shake his hand and greet him, it becomes more than personal to you.  You stood up too, to shake his hands and greet him as he got ready for the interview. They haven’t even started and you were already fiddling with the hem of your dress nervously, like a child.

“Well Ruby, Y/n, I just want to thank you for giving us another season of Willow. We are truly excited to see not only the adventure you go on now, but the new characters as yourself y/n”

You just smiled and nodded in response.

“Now how does it feel to join such a magical and close family, how have they treated you?” The interviewer asked as he shuffled with his cards

What a perfect question.

“It's truly been a gift” you starts, your voice being slightly weak but you quickly clears your throat and begin again “I grew up huge George Lucas fan and honestly at first I was truly terrified of joining the cast and crew, but they really have received me with… open arms” Your words slightly bitter. You notice how Ruby looked at you from the side, clearly noticing your reference “It’s been such a dream come true, really”

The interviewer nodded and read the next card in hand “Now giving to much away, what can you tell us about this new season”

“Well” Ruby stars, with a hand on her jaw “There’s definitely a lot more action. Me and y/n actually have a lot of scenes together where we had so much fun! And the adventures this season are-”

You could hear Ruby speaking but it was like your mind just stopped listening

“...So much  fun!”

Her voice ringed in your head again, as your thoughts ran crazy. You couldn't remember a single time you had “fun” with Ruby on set. Actually, you can clearly remember that every fight scene you had together was actually hell, since Ruby had past training and it seemed so easy for her to just pick up on choreography. Every time you got a move wrong or stumbled on the fight, Ruby would roll her eyes and sigh frustrated. Every single scene together was hell for both of them, and Ruby just said they had “So much fun”? 

The anxiety in your chest started to slowly become fury, and the confusion of why would Ruby ever lie in an interview if not needed completely took over your thoughts. Your ears turned warm and you fisted her left hand, digging your white painted nail into your palm.

“Right Y/n?” Ruby looked at you and gave you a tight and clearly fake smile. It was obvious from  the stare that you were supposed to follow along with her lie

“Yeah” you nod, trying to smile at the interviewer “So much… fun!”

The guy bought it clearly as he continued with his vague and irrelevant questions. As Ruby answered most of them, you just sat back, thinking about Ruby’s words. Every now and then you would nod your head, agree, or even let out a fake laugh, but never really truly talk much. The interviewer didn’t seem to mind, and so you just stayed silent. 

“Maybe I wasn't gonna be as okay as I thought I was gonna be” You thought to herself as you fiddled with the ring on your finger. You wished you could be back in your apartment, with your brother, watching stupid movies and laughing like idiots at the simplest things.

“Last question before I leave,” the man announces as he looks at his watch, checking the time “Yesterday, we interviewed Tony and Erin and they told us of the wrapping party you guys had at your house, Ruby. Do you guys have any funny or just stupid memories of that night?”

You cluelessly, tilt your head and look at Ruby who laughs as she clearly knows what he’s talking about.

“Oh my god! The wrapping party was so much fun!” she claps her hands softly, as you stare completely clueless “So yeah, after almost a year of shooting the second season, I invited the cast and crew to the house i was renting, to have a kind of a goodbye party or something but…a funny memory? Oh yeah! We ordered pizza, but I'm talking about tons of pizza, and we made this… kind of tower? We stackled them up until we literally had to get on top of each other to put on the next, and that was honestly so much fun” she said “or when me, Dempsey, Amar and Tony did like a weird karaoke battle? That was fun too”

Something inside of you started to crack slowly. Your head spinning with bullet-like thoughts that seemed to kill every grasp from reality you held. A wrapping party? With cast and crew? With everybody? When was this? Why weren't you invited? Ruby said it was at the end of filming and that was 6 months ago, and you were finding about this now? And then it hit you like a truck. Of course you weren't invited. You were new. You barely knew the cast, got a year too late to the family, of course they were not gonna invite you. The anxiety inside your chest started to rise, stopping right at your throat. 

“Tony mentioned it yesterday!” The man laughs “And you y/n?” he then asks you “any favorite memories of that night?”

Ruby turned to look at you and it felt like her gaze left you under pure pressure. It felt like her blue eyes were burned into your head and made the anxiety get even worse. Your fisted hand grew sweaty as you swallowed roughly. 

“I-” the words wouldn’t come out but you just tried again doing your best to look as normal as possible “Yeah… The karaoke battle was crazy fun”

The man behind camera yelled cut, the interviewer then excused himself as in came the assessor to come touch up the makeup, outfits and mics. But before anyone could even get close to you, you marched quickly straight to the small break room where you got ready. You closed the door and ran to the desk filled with water bottles. You took one, twisted it open harshly and started chugging the cold water. You could feel it run down your body, but that didn’t seem to help. You took it off your mouth and breathed heavily and quickly, leaving the water bottle with the rest. The first thing that came into mind was texting your brother, so you looked around the room for your phone, moving the cushions and bags.

Three knocks came from the door and then someone just opened it. Ruby came in looking quite weirded out by the mess you were making. She closed the door, causing you to turn around to see Ruby staring at her.

“Ruby” you stammered “I- I thought you were-”

“The interviewer is late” she said coldly “They gave us a break”

“Yeah sorry, I was just looking for my pho-”

“I don’t care” she snapps back

You just nod and bite your lip harshly trying to push back any stupid emotions. You were an actress for god sake, why couldn’t you just fake your emotions. Why can’t you act as if Ruby’s word didn’t mean a single thing. It was so overwhelming that your face clearly started growing warm and Ruby clearly seemed to notice.

“What’s wrong?” She said as she left her purse on the couch, her voice sounded quite genuine instead of annoyed “why are you crying?”

You turns around towards the dresser with a mirror, to see the soft mascara running down your cheek

“Shit!” you swore under your breath, swiping the tear away leaving the black mascara smeared across your face “Shit! Lola gonna kill me” you then ran towards the small bathroom to grab some toilet paper and placed it under the water tab to start trying to clean it away. Your soft swipes turned harsh as the stain on her face didn’t want to leave. If Lola saw you like this, she would be pissed for screwing up her first ever interview “Fuck!”

“Heyheyhey'' Ruby said, grabbing your wrist and stopping the wet toilet paper from slapping your face. Her touch was probably meant to be sweet, but instead it came out quite harsh since her grip on your wrist was quite strong. "Water's not gonna work, it's probably waterproof, just…” Ruby let’s go of you to pushed her hair back with a sigh “Seat on the toilet, let me get some make up remover”

You let go of the wet toilet paper and left it on the sink. Then you sat down on the toilet seat, as tears started to fall down your face. You pushed your hands into your face, completely ashamed of yourself. Your first interview ever and you ended fucking crying in the bathroom

 Ruby walked back into the room with a bottle of make up remover and cottons on her hand. 

“Come on” she says coldly “We don’t know when the interviewer is arriving” She then kneels in front of you and starts to place some of the liquid on the cotton ball.

“Why did you say that?” You ask in between the tears. It was clear that Ruby was trying her hardest to look away, avoiding your gaze but before she even think of it, you spoke “Why did you say any of that when you know that shit isn’t fucking true” 

“I-” she began

“What did I ever do to you?” Your voice broke while speaking. It felt like the anxiety inside of  you gripped you tightly making it impossible to even let the words out

Ruby freezes and blinks a few times. She then leaves the bottle on the floor a bit too strongly as she looks back up at you with a frustrated sigh. Her frown is lowered and her looks became a deathly glare.

“Nothing” she says simply taking the cotton in her hand and move it close to your face

“Then why do you ignore me? Why do you always look at me like I'm a bother? Why didn’t you fucking invite me to the wrapping party?” You move your hand away from your face, trying to have a conversation

“Because…” she said before swallowing “Because i…” Her words never really leading anywhere

“Because what?! What Ruby?” The tears that once where on your cheeks where now running down your neck

Ruby shook her head and she stood up and dusted off her pants clearly bothered. She shook her head, her hair swishing perfectly. 

“I can’t do this right now” she says walking out the small bathroom with an tired huff “I’m gonna get some air”

You stood up and followed behind her, your slingback heels clacking against the floor

“Ruby!” you call out frustrated “Answer me, please”

Ruby turned and it was clear she was mad, and it was written all over her face. On the way she pursed lips in disgust, in the way her eyebrows met harshly on top of her eyes, on the way cheeks were red and her eyes dead serious. On the way her chest was out proudly and her hands were fisted in the same way your’s were a few moments ago.

“Because…” she says, completely stone cold, and her head tilted to the side “Because you’re… fuck!” her fist raised and shaking in rage as tried to find her words

You took a careful step back, lower lip slightly quivering. Ruby didn’t have to say a word, because you knew, you knew what she meant. You knew everything. You were annoying, you are not part of the cast.

Ruby groaned as she ran her hand through the hair. Then she walked toward you, her steps firm and commanding, intimidating every bone in your body, making you walk backwards completely scared of what might happen now. You walked back to the small bathroom, till you hit the wall. You tried to press yourself against the wall as much as possible, closing your eyes and raising both of her hands, in defense. 

Ruby was barely a few inches away, looking at you as you trembled nervously against the wall. Everything seems to be going from bad to worse, and it didn’t help the fact that you were shivering like a scared cat. The short haired girl sighed, placing both of her hands in her face, groaning loudly. You opened a single eye, to see your co-star. Ruby removed her hands from her face to look back at you, both of your eyes locked in. And it was then when you felt her warm lips on top of her. Ruby was grabbing your jaw as she pushed you back against the wall. You froze in place and did not reciprocate the kiss, even though something new inside you roared into life.

Ruby stopped and then separated your lip, to look up at you with your eyes wide open in fear. Ruby inhaled completely terrified as her face turned white.

“Oh my god” She whispered “I am so-”

Ruby interrupted when both of your arms wrapped around her, your chest and shaking lips against hers. At first it was really weird for you. Kissing a girl was different… new. Feeling something for a girl was… new. It took a few seconds for the two of you to melt into the kiss, softly placing your hands around each other, softly caressing and touching each other as much as they could. The kiss was salty with your tears, but sweet with Ruby’s cherry chapstick. 

“Guys! The interviewer is here!” Lola yelled as she knocked loudly on the break room door. Her voice quickly made you freeze, stopping the kiss, and turning your once melted warm body to stiff and cold. 

Ruby looked back at you, opening her eyes softly to find a single tear falling off of your face. It  was like looking at a wax figure. pale and completely frozen in place. The knocks kept pounding against the door so the short girl ran towards it and told Lola they are just talking some stuff and that they will be right back out. You, who snapped back from the pure fear of someone finding you with a girl,  reacted and quickly picked up the cotton with makeup remover and wiped it hard against your cheeks. 

You were just kissed. By Ruby. Ruby who ignored you for months, Ruby who can’t stand you. Ruby who is… a girl. A girl just kissed you. You kissed a girl. What’s that supposed to mean? Are you gay now? Did you like girls? What about boys? What if someone found out about this? What if her parents found out about her kissing a girl? What if they hated her?

What if Jack hated her?

Before your anxieties turned into catastrophic realities,  Ruby came back to the bathroom and stood closely to you. She softly placed her hands on your jaw and moved your face till you were facing her, and no longer the mirror. She took the cotton from your fingertips hand and started swiping it on your cheek and under eye softly, petting and cleaning the black ink from your face. To say you were confused, was to say the least. When you arrived at the building, you swore that Ruby hated you like no one else in the world, but now, she was treating you like one would treat their romantic partner. It didn’t make sense, the sudden change but neither did the strong beating of your heart. By having Ruby’s warm and gentle hand on your jaw, cupping your face carefully and tenderly, it made your heart naturally calm down and made you head grow fuzzy. The soft brush of the cotton in her only made you gaze into an even more peaceful state. 

“Done” Ruby said letting go of your face and throwing away the cotton ball “Let’s go”

You wake up from the cold air hitting your cheek and you quickly step back to create some distance between the two of you. You swiped your nose with the back of your hands and looked at the floor nervously. Ruby opened her voice to speak, but you quickly ran out the bathroom and the break room to where a young woman was sitting waiting for you guys. You go to sit on your chair, to find your phone, which you quickly grabbed and texted Jack

 Snarky little sister: Hey

 Snarky little sister: U were right

 Snarky little sister: Can you come pick me up? plz?

 Snarky little sister: I really don’t need a car ride back with her

 Snarky little sister: i finish a 6

You sent your location and turned off your phone and shoved it under your leg like before. At least you weren’t crying anymore, and with the bit of makeup the assessor just applied, made you now look decent.

The rest of the day was a blur. It was interviews after interview. The same questions being asked over and over. Eventually there was a lunch break where you decided to lock yourself in the bathroom and eat your lunch on your own to drown out the confusing feeling bubbling inside of you. Ruby knocked a few times and tried to talk to you, but you couldn’t even process her words. Every time she tried to talk to you, you would walk away or tried to mutter a “not now” under your breath. These new feelings and emotions felt like bricks under you. The possible reaction from your family made you tremble with pure fear.  And the questions the journalist asked her over and over again just made her look like a broken record, repeating over and over the same phrase.

After 6 hours in the same room, you were finally able to leave. Lola tried to talk to you, her tone scary and stern as she scolded you, but you just grabbed your bag and left for the elevator. Even though everything you were wearing wasn't technically yours, you couldn’t bother to change, you couldn’t bear another second in that room with Ruby and with all of those people with their eyes on you. So you just left.  Once in the lobby, you saw a text from jack.

Annoying older brother: I'm a few blocks away, wait for me inside

And so you did. You waited in the lobby, tapping your shows anxiously against the marble floor, making it echo around the room. There was a ding from behind you, and you see Ruby, in different clothes, walking quickly up to you. Your airways seemed to close as you turned around and started walking even faster away from her.

“Y/n!” Lola screamed “the car hasn't arrived yet, where are you going?” she looked up from her phone, shaking her disappointment “The chauffeur is 5 minutes away!”

You turned around, walking back carefully not to trip. You tried your best no to meet Ruby’s eye as you simply shook your head.

“Jack came to pick me up” you yell loud enough for everyone to hear, but it was clear that your voice was weak and on the edge of cracking “I’m leaving with him, i'll text you when i get home”

Then Ruby started walking faster and calling you names, to catch up with you, but you left the building and made yourself to the street. You then saw your brother's blue jeep and you quickly jumped in and left. On the rearview mirror you could see Ruby staring back at you, as the car took off quickly, her figure became smaller til she was barely visible.

Jack quickly placed his hand on your knee, and the touch on itself was enough to make you burst into tears once again. You cover your mouth in disappointment of your previous actions. Your sobs soon got louder than the radio, completely drowning all the noise around them. The fingertips on your mouth shaking as you could softly still taste Ruby’s stupid cherry chapstick.

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[angelluvs19]

Zach Justice Nsfw

Alphabet

Btw I just recently started watching the podcast so this might not be super accurate but it's the vibe I got from him so far <3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

- I feel like he'd be pretty good at aftercare. He would definitely make sure you're okay and cuddle you the second after, but probably in silence, giving you a few praises here and there

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of their partners)

-As much as I'd love to say he's a tits kinda guy, i can most definitely see him being an ass guy. He squeezes it playfully every chance he gets. Whether you're around friends or not he gives it a light smack as you're walking together. And oh my god does he love spanking you. He's fs a brat tammer, always finding a new way or reason to punish you. You'd be bent over his lap, severally confused as to how you ended up in this situation. "Zach what did I even do wrong?" "You talked back to me" "When?" "A week ago. now shut up and take it"

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

-He totally loves cumming inside of you. half the time he's practically begging you into letting him cum inside. "Aw come on sweetheart, please?? it'll feel so good. I swear I'll never ask to do it again" (he asks every other time you guys have sex)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- I kinda feel like he'd get off on the idea of getting caught. Like he'd purposely be louder when someone's home. And you'll be begging him to go slower so that it'll make it easier to be quiet, but it only fuels him more and does the complete opposite of what you ask. "But Zach what if Jared hears??" "I don't care if he hears, I'm not stopping"

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

-I feel like Zach would be very experienced. I mean he brags all the time about his sex game, and only you would be able to tell if they're jokes or not. Before you guys got together, you of course thought that he wasn't being serious, but oh were you wrong

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

-I feel like he would like doggy, but where you're laying on your stomach (Idk what it's called) like he'd just be gripping your hips with one hand and pushing your upper body into the mattress which the other while he pounds into you. You'd barely be able to breathe with your face smooshed into the pillows, but you wouldn't even mind

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

-He is so unserious it's crazy. Zach is the kinda guy to ask you a random question/make a joke while he's making you cum. Like he'll be eating you out and right as your about to cum he pulls away and looks up at you and goes "did you put the milk back in the fridge? You always forget to do that" or "oh my god Alyssa told me the funniest joke earlier-" like why are we talking about Alyssa rn??

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

-He definitely tries to shave as much as he can, but whenever he tries he kinda just gives up lol. Like he'll be in the shower about to grab his razor and he's like "eh I'll just do it tomorrow" and not get to it for another week or so unless you tell him too. But he definitely hates being super hair, so it's usually pretty trimmed

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...) 

-Zach can be very romantic in a relationship, but I have a feeling he wouldn't be during sex. To him, sex isn't supposed to be romantic all the time. Sex is supposed to be hot and fun, But that doesn't mean he's a complete asshole during sex. He fs praises you left and right. Like the amount of times this man praises you throughout the day is crazy. You'll just be sitting together on the couch and he'll go "Your so pretty sweetheart" or you'll move to give him a blow job during a makeout session and he'll just smile down at you and say "atta girl, always ready to please me huh?" 🤭

J = Jack Off (does he masturbate? If so how often?)

-I feel like Zach would have a high sex drive, like one that nobody could keep up with. So yeah he jerks off at least once a day. He usually watches porn since not being able to actually have sex means one or both of you guys are busy and can't call, but he of course prefers your help and lovesss phone sex

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

-Zach would be very kinky in my opinion. No vanilla sex. Even if it isn't super kinky and just a little bit of degrading remarks and light choking here and there, it would still be something. He's a small list of what I think his kinks would be

Breeding (Going back to C, he would love cumming inside you. I feel like he would love it so much that he's adapted a full on kink for it. Like if you're begging him to cum inside you, even if he wasn't close to cumming before, he cums on the spot)

Anal (I feel like he'd have mixed feelings. I mean yeah, he loves your ass, but he doesn't necessarily wanna be inside it, you know. But he'd love how tight it is, and definitely be down to do it whenever you ask)

Humiliation (I feel like he'd love to humiliate you during sex. Like if you're going down on him and you get so needy you accidentally start grinding on his shoe, he'll start teasing you left and right. "Aw, are you so turned on you gotta get yourself off in my leg? What a pathetic princess")

Degration/Praise (He lovesss to praise you. Like, when you're doing so good for him and doing everything he asks of you, he's gotta make sure you know what a good girl you are. But sometimes when you're being bratty, knows you deserve a little degrading, so he gives you just that. And he usually mixes them 🫠 like he always says shit like "Good slut" or "that's my pretty whore")

Dacryfilia (I feel like he'd love to see you cry during sex. Like if your cumming so hard that you start crying without even thinking about it, once he realizes it's not bad tears it boosts his ego wayyy up. Even though it def doesn't need to be boosted)

Impact play (Ive already spoken about how he loves to spank you any chance he gets, so why not a little more than spanks? I don't know if he'd be into all the toys like paddles, floggers, etc. but Sometimes if hes trying to ask you a question while he's fucking you and your too fucked out to listen, he'll smack your face lightly. Not in an abusive way, kinda just to let you know that he wants you to listen to him and or to make you realize he's even talking in the first place)

Choking (I honestly think he'd love choking you or anything close to it, such as jaw grabbing. It's a way for him to assert dominance in the best possible way. He hates thinking he's the 'alfa male' in the bedroom/relationship, but sometimes he wants to be a little more controlling. And what better way than to grab your throat and force you to look him in the eyes while he fucks you?) (bonus points if you hate eye contact like me lol)

And that's just a few

L = Location (Favourite places to do it)

-He'd literally do it everywhere and anywhere. Like he'll be setting everything up to film a podcast episode while Jared is still getting ready, and ends up fucking you on one of the booth seats instead, making you sit in the exact same spot he fucked you in for the entirety of the episode

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

-He gets turned on by the smallest things, I swear to god. This man will get turned on if you move your hands a certain way lol. Or he'll see you wearing a slightly shorter dress than the day before (Still barely above the knees and instantly getting turned on, claiming you were meaning to tease him (going back to when I said he'll always find a reason to punish you) but I feel like the main thing that would turn him on is eye contact. Like if you're having a conversation and you're just looking up at him, making direct eye contact as he speaks, he'd be tempted to bend you over the table and fuck you then and there.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-I don't think he would really have any turn offs, but there are some things that he'd just never like. But I feel like he'd be down for basically anything

Bimbofication (He likes when your a little dumb during sex. Like when he fucks you so good that your brain barely even works, it definitely boosts his confidence and makes him even more turned on. But he definitely doesn't want it every time. And he wouldn't wanna force it on you either. He likes it when you're mentally there to fuel his ego and answer his random dirty questions he'll ask like "tell me how good I'm fucking you. Tell me how much you like my dick inside you baby" or he'll even throw out some rhetorical ones like "what if someone catches us mhm? What would you do then? Keep whining and squirming like a dumb slut? Hell you'd probably like it if someone saw us, saw me fucking you just the way you like?". He'd also be the kind of guy to like to receive dirty talk too. Like even if you just praise him for fucking you good he enjoys it)

Threesomes (I think he'd want you for himself and wouldn't like it if he saw someone else pleasing you. But that doesn't mean Zach would be possessive in a relationship. Like he'd never stop you from hanging out with your guy friends and stuff like that. But he doesn't want you thinking of other people while your together. It's just kinda common courtesy for him in a relationship which I agree with)

Roleplay (He's not into full on roleplay like teacher x student or boss x secretary but I don't think he's mind a little bit of playful roleplay if that makes sense. It probably doesn't but if you called him sir or maybe even daddy in a kinda playful manner he'd like it. I don't know if he'd be into daddy too much but I think he'd low key love being called sir)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

-Omg he'd be sooo good at giving head. And he'd do it for hours to, just overstimulating you until you couldn't take it anymore. And he def loves doing it too, but he lovesss receiving. Something about seeing you on your knees for him just drives him crazy. He's playing with your hair while you do it, slowly pushing your head further down every few minutes

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

-Zach is usually more rough in bed than romantic. He definitely would rather fucking you fast and hard than slow and deep. But he does like the feeling of going slow because it makes him realize how much of him you can really take of him (he usually does it to tease you and make you beg for him)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

-Zach lovesss quickies. Like that's mainly the sex you guys have. He wakes up with a hard on? Quicky. He's gonna be busy all day and not have time for sex? Quicky. He has no issues with them

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

-Zach would be down to experiment with anything honestly. He's the one that initiates most of the experiments but whenever you ask to do something, he's down

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

-Zach's stamina is probably insane honestly. Like I feel like he'd be able to last about 15 minutes until having to cum, and he'd be able to do at least 5 rounds. Like this dude could go for 2 hours, barely stopping. And he's also the kind of person to think they're done, but realize they aren't after a minute to breathe

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

-Zach wouldn't use many toys in himself, but oh my god does he use them so much on you. And this makes his foreplay insanely good. Like you'll just be laying on his head with a vibrator against your clit, hitting your 3rd orgasm of the night before any actual penetration

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-I've already spoken about how he likes to humiliate you, and I feel like humiliation and teasing kinda come hand in hand. You'll be begging him to cum while he's fucking you and he just keeps denying you, smirking when you start to whine at his words. "oh come on, you can't have to cum that bad can you? I mean, we've only been fucking for like 5 minutes. that's pretty pathetic if you ask me"

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

-Zach def moans. Like he can't hold them back most of the time. I think he'd groan a bit too, but he's mainly just moaning in your ear, knowing that it turns you on even more

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

-I think Zach would low key like being submissive. I know that is probably a stretch but he's definitely a yes ma'am type of guy in my opinion. He wouldn't have a mommy kink or anything like that (as much as I hate to admit it) but he'd definitely love staring up at you while you ride him, praising him every once in a while "Mmm you look so pretty under me baby. Are you gonna cum inside me again?" And he'd just whimper softly, looking up at you with loving eyes and nodding him head saying "yes ma'am, anything for you"

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, pictures or words)

-Zach would def be like 6 inches or a little over. Like he's not huge, but he's above average yk. He'd be like the perfect length (and as said before he's usually not too hairy down there)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

As said before, Zach has a very high sex drive. Like you guys will literally be in the middle of watching a movie and he just suddenly goes "hey, you wanna fuck?" Or you'll be out in public and he'll just randomly pull you aside into a bathroom and start undoing his pants without saying a word, expecting you to get the hint and follow along

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

-I think he'd fall asleep pretty quickly. He will help you with whatever you need, but once he has you in his arms, he's out

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Thx for reading this, plz give me any tips on how I can improve my writing in the comments :)

[pepsiboyy]

beyond the contract - part 4

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader summary: where the sturniolo triplets are part of an organization known as the eclipse alliance, matt has constantly failed to pull through with pulling the trigger on a target. fed up, their boss gives matt one last chance, where he is sent to northside high school to get some answers out of a girl. warnings: cursing, mentions of drugs and a lot of mafia shit??, some smooches rahh author's note: HI FRIENDS!!! lots of important context in this chapter, i hope it's a good one <3 back to reader pov next chapter!! some fun sibling banter too yayyy also yes i Did delete this chapter on accident after LITERALLY FINISHING IT. :D WC: 2024 (lol xd) lowercase intentional !!

i couldn't help but allow my gaze to linger across matt's features as he kept his eyes on the road, a hand on the wheel and the other on his own leg.

matt seemed to pick up on this as he turned to face me, his eyebrows furrowed. "what's your deal?" he smiled.

"where are you taking me?" i questioned.

matt and i were having our first date today. it had been about a week since he asked me that night at the pond.

"uhh, well.." matt trailed off. "i don't like crazy stuff, i could only think of more chill stuff, so…" he trailed off.

"soo..?" i continued for him and smiled as he shot me a joking death glare.

"we're going to an art museum?" he stated, but it was more of a question as he turned to me for half a second and back at the road.

i gasped and clasped my hands together. "i've never really been to one!" i chuckled as i looked out the window at the trees passing by.

matt just smiled softly to himself as he continued to drive. he really hadn't been to one either, but he knew that wherever you two went, it would be a fun time.

-

"where's matt?" chris called to nick from the kitchen.

nick was laying against their couch, his eyes glued to his phone. while they had a lot to do, he needed the break more than anything. he scrolled through his phone as he let out a deep sigh. "i don't know, chris, he's probably out getting tutored. or his dick sucked or something."

"ew, nick," chris muttered as he opened the fridge and grabbed a pepsi, moving to take a seat on the couch as well. "gross."

they sat in silence for a few moments before chris cleared his throat and turned to nick. "i talked with the coordinator the other day," he breathed, and nick immediately dropped his phone and gave chris his full attention. he nodded his head at him with wide eyes as if to say, 'go on.' chris let out a deep sigh as he messed with his hair. "it.. didn't really go well. we need to break the news to matt soon. or else.." he trailed off.

"or else what?" nick muttered, before he sat up from his previous laying down position to look at chris. "what, chris?" he repeated, shifting to be directly in front of the younger's face.

chris immediately shoved him out from in front of him. "no need to be so close, god," he muttered before he shrugged. "he said he'd complete the mission himself." he stated.

nick blinked a few times before he let out a deep sigh. he leaned back against the couch as they both stared at the ceiling.

"nick… how did we get into this situation?" he questioned, almost as a whisper as he turned to the oldest triplet. "to be completely honest, i don't really know why we're doing this all. i just want to be with my brothers. but it doesn't make sense to me. why are we killing people, why are we kicking up dirt on people and.. why are we getting each other involved so severely? we both know matt wants nothing to do with it, and i'm not entirely sure i want to be involved either." he trailed off, and nick simply listened to him.

"it's… a long story." he stated softly, but his eyes closed.

"i have time." chris stated firmly, sitting up to listen to nick.

"okay well, are you gonna interrupt me every five seconds? that'll make this five hours longer than it needs to be." nick spat, but chris only cracked a smile.

"no, just get to it kid," he responded as he took a sip of his pepsi.

nick took a deep breath before starting. "well, as you know, the eclipse alliance prioritizes discipline, order within ranks, and most of all, loyalty. the alliance was established decades ago amongst a few teenagers who seeked power, wealth and control. they got this tightly knit group and developed a hierarchy structure. with their goal to expand their influence, the alliance grew rapidly. this caused them to expand to various legal enterprises including smuggling, extortion, drug trafficking, and money laundering-"

"nick, stop with the big words, bro. i understood maybe half of what you just said." chris stated blankly, but he was clearly interested in the topic.

nick rolled his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. "anyways. we got involved with eclipse alliance because.. well.. we had financial struggles growing up," nick stated bluntly, shrugging as he stared into space in front of him. considering they lived from ten onward without parents, nick took initiative at a young age to try and keep him and his brothers stable. "since around when i had joined eclipse alliance, black veil operations emerged as a challenger to us. their logo is a silhouette of a woman with a veil and a growing flame behind it." nick stopped to take a soft breath before continuing. "they were fueled by the desire to trial their dominance and establish themselves as a rival power." nick took a deep breath as he looked at chris, who was listening closely. "while eclipse alli-"

brrr.

nick cringed at chris, who let out probably the most disgusting burp known to man. "can you fucking listen?" he spat, and chris immediately threw his hands up and pointed at his pepsi. after a few moments, nick continued. "while eclipse alliance prioritizes hierarchy, order and loyalty, black veil operations takes a more decentralized approach to their operations. they're known for their cunning tactics, flexibility, and willingness to exploit weakness within their rivals, which is us." chris nodded along. "they're determined to undermine the eclipse alliance's power and expand their own influence by using any means necessary."

chris stared at nick and slowly nodded before blinking a few times. "i see. i guess." he thought for a few moments before he shrugged. "i don't know, i think people need to let go of grudges."

nick chuckled and stood up. "what i'm saying. but i did what i could to get us to where we are today. even if it means risking my life, or.. ours, now." he shrugged.

chris nodded and smiled. "thanks for explaining to me, nick."

-

no pov.

the sun had began to set, and matt was now driving home with y/n in his car. when he pulled up in front of your house and noticed the empty driveway, he cocked an eyebrow. "business trip?"

you smiled and nodded to him, shrugging as you began to get out of the car.

matt quickly followed and got out with you.

your first date was great. matt felt like he had an amazing time with you. he loved the way your hand felt in his, like they perfectly molded together. but now it was time for matt's plan to end the night. he smiled at you as he bit his lip, expression clearly nervous.

you seemed to quickly pick up on this and spoke up, "you okay? what's got you so nervous?" she questioned, and matt internally cursed at himself.

"i uhh. got you something? but don't be weird about it." he breathed as he watched you stare blankly at him. fuck, he felt so shy. this was the worst moment to start kicking himself in the ass. "can you uhh.. turn around?" he chuckled nervously when you looked at him confused before you obeyed and turned around, moving your hands over your eyes.

matt bit his lip as he pulled a few things out from his car.

"y- you can turn around now," he stammered.

you did just that, and upon turning around, your jaw dropped.

matt had a small posterboard with "PROM?" written on it, and a bouquet of flowers in one hand that held the sign while his other just held it tightly.

"you're such a dork," you whispered as you smiled and stepped towards him, carefully taking the bouquet of flowers to relieve him of awkwardly holding them with the poster.

"i know you really wanted to go to prom, and… i don't, but. if it'll make you happy," he trailed off, and tried to bite back a smile as he watched you smile in awe at him.

"i'd love to." you responded.

matt smiled warmly at you. his heart was racing. to get answers out of this girl, did he need to ask her to prom? no. but did he really, genuinely care about this girl and what she truly wanted? yes.

they stared at each other for a few moments as matt put his arms down, letting the sign sit at his feet. he hadn't even realized how close together you guys were now, standing between his car and the curb.

you both smiled at each other, you faces both a shade of pink.

how could this girl have any ties with black veil operations, matt thought to himself. she was an innocent girl, a beautiful innocent girl. a sweetheart. his internal dialogue rambled, but it immediately came to a halt when he felt your lips press against his.

his eyes widened for a moment before they fluttered shut and he felt his hands subconsciously move to your waist.

when you pulled away, matt stared at you for a few moments, his eyes wide, and yours were just as wide.

just as you were about to apologize for the action, matt gently squeezed your hand.

"wanna come inside for a bit?" you asked, and matt felt his stomach turn.

-

chris groaned as he turned to the clock beside him. matt was supposed to be home an hour ago. he sighed as he set his headset down and carefully picked up his phone, pulling up matt's contact and shooting him a text.

chris:

hey wya??

-

matt allowed a soft groan to leave him upon feeling a hand of yours run up his side and gently along his back.

'wanna come inside for a bit' led to you both against your living room couch with matt on top of you.

matt gently ran a hand down your side and tucked it under the hem of your shirt, his cheeks burning pink as he stopped.

the way you smiled against his lips and parted your own softly gave him enough permission to gently tuck his fingers under the hem.

matt couldn't help but glance down at the now exposed skin under your shirt before an inked spot on your skin caught his eye. he immediately halted and turned to the decorated skin, his entire expression falling.

"what's wrong..?" you questioned, sitting up slightly.

"what is this?" matt was pale. he looked up at you, his entire demeanor changing.

you smiled nervously as you looked away. "ahh, i don't know.. i've had it since i was like twelve." you chuckled, but your smile faltered when you looked up at matt.

matt let in a deep breath as he stood up and checked his phone. 12:37am.

"fuck, i promised chris i'd play fortnite with him." matt chuckled as he shoved his phone in his pocket.

"are you okay?" you questioned, scrambling to your feet and straightening out your disheveled clothes and hair.

matt smiled reassuringly at you and nodded, walking to the door. after walking outside, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips that lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away and hugged you tightly. "thank you for today, i had an amazing time." he whispered against your ear.

you nodded softly and hugged him back.

as matt began to walk to his car, he smiled brightly at you and waved. he got in his car and started it, driving away once you re-entered your house. he drove down the street before he pulled over and buried his face in his hands. the only thing he could think of what the inked skin just above your pelvis.

a silhouette of a woman with a veil and a growing flame behind it.

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[thedevilrisen]

This is Embarrassing.

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Description Jamie and Trevor help Trevor's daughter with her period.

Hornet POV: 

Thunk. “MY KNEE!” My dad cried after running into the living room coffee table while playing Just Dance. 

“HA HA! That's what you get for being a tryhard Z!” His best friend and Teammate Jamie Drysdale teased.

“Well at least I’m not stuck on one star!” My dad, Trevor Zegras fired back, continuing to dance, albeit awkwardly with his now sore knee.

“Why do I feel like the most mature person in a room of adults?” I questioned brushing my knotted brunette hair out of my eyes in a short lived attempt to see the television screen so I could continue beating my Dad and my technically not Uncle, Uncle, Jamie. 

“Oh, OH, GET THE GOLD MOVE TO FINISH! LET’S GO BABY!” Dad cried while standing in the questionable ending position, his overgrown hair falling over his eyes. As the screen faded black then white to show the ending scores I moved to sit down and gritted my teeth as my lower abdomen cramped suddenly, moving to grab my water and take a seat next to an exhausted and couch-hogging Jamie I leant back and started sipping on my glass while pushing his feet away from me. He fell to the floor dramatically with a THUD, followed by an exaggerated groan. Jamie Drysdale the Professional Athlete my ass. This man can’t handle two rounds of Just Dance, how's he supposed to have the endurance to play hockey? I inwardly laughed at that thought.

“I’m going to get some more water, I’ll be back in a second.” Dad announced trudging off to the kitchen.

“Ok!” Jamie and I shouted back in unison,

I settled back into the couch and cringed when I felt a warm and damp sensation in my pants. I gasped and shot up, almost knocking a kneeling Jamie over as I rushed to the bathroom in my room.

“Sorry Jamie!” I rushed out shutting my room door.

“All good Kiddo!” He shouted back, still dazed from the dancing and falling on the floor. I rushed over to my wardrobe and grabbed a new set of underwear and a pair of black sweatpants so that way, if I had another leak it wouldn’t be super obvious. Groaning as I doubled over my dresser, I waited for a moment for the pain to subside before speed-walking into my bathroom, the cold marble tiles harsh against my feet as I recklessly put my clothes down on the stone countertop knocking over some items and even knocking my toothbrush off of the bench. I hissed, doubling over again this time leaning on the countertop, I yanked my top vanity draw open, eyes widening at the fact that the clear acrylic container that normally was full with everything I needed in this situation was empty. “Crap.” I mumbled under my breath, I completely forgot that I needed to get more pads and tampons as I ran out the last time I had my period. I needed to create a temporary solution so I changed into the new clothes and made a makeshift pad out of toilet paper while I figured out how to ask dad to go and buy me some. This is going to be embarrassing. 

Trevor’s POV: 

Wandering into the kitchen I walked over to the glasses cabinet and pulled down one of the basic IKEA glass cups with my right hand and opened the fridge door with my left pressing the glass to the dispenser button for the chilled water. Once the glass was nearly full I pulled it away and lifted it to my mouth and took a sip, “WHO WON!” I shouted back into the living room as I made my way down the hallway.

“WHO DO YOU THINK!” Jamie yelled back. I walked around the corner and saw my daughter’s silly-looking icon with her nickname Hornet written on the screen under the gold first-place badge, mine followed and as expected Jamie’s weird punk-rocker dude was last. I sighed out a laugh, 

“She’s too good, dude!” 

“I know it’s crazy.” he murmured looking up at me from his position leaning against the couch.

“What are you doing on the floor anyway?” I asked, the couch would be much more comfortable.

“Hornet pushed me off,” he replied. “Then, when I tried to get back up she rushed off to her room and knocked me in the process.” 

“Right then,” I extended my hand to help pull him back up, which he accepted gratefully and did just that, almost making me spill my glass of water over both of us. Once he was up I moved over to the hanging chair that Hornet insisted we get because it would be fun, I do have to admit though, the gentle swinging can be quite soothing. Jamie flopped down onto the couch and moved his hand around looking for something.

“What are you looking for?” I inquired.

“The TV remote, so I can turn this wretched game off.” he grumbled, continuing to move his hand aimlessly looking for the remote. “Z,” 

“Mm?” I hummed, turning my head.

“Is your knee bleeding?” he asked, lifting his hand, fingertips covered in a deep red substance. Glancing quickly down to my knee that was spotless, I looked back up with wide eyes.

“Where did that come from?” I shot up from my seat, sending the hanging chair swinging into the wall as I rushed over to the couch taking in the bloody stain on the gray material. “You're not bleeding are you?” I questioned as he got up and started down the hallway to the kitchen, I walked in after him to see him scrubbing his hand with soap.

“No, I’m not and have no reason to, that’s why I asked about your knee.” he explained.

“Oh.” I replied as I shuffled over to the linen closet across the hall to grab some bleach and cleaning rags from the shelves.

“Oh indeed.” Jamie replied from his spot in the living room, where he was using paper towels to wipe the excess blood off of the chair. Once he moved out of the way I knelt down and screwed open the bleach container lid, putting it on the floor next to me and pouring some of the bleach into the cleaning rag and using it to scrub the red-ish brown stain from the soft material. Putting my weight down through my arm I used the added leverage to scrub harder causing the majority of the stain to begin to lift, using some left over paper towel to wipe off the excess. I folded over the cleaning rag and poured more bleach into the soft fabric and turned back to continue scrubbing the stain.

“You're really putting your back into that aren’t you?” Jamie remarked, observing from the hanging chair on the other side of the room.

“It’s tough to get out!” I exclaimed, whipping my head around to look at him while still aggressively scrubbing at the material. “It’s almost out now though-”

“What’s almost out?” Hornet asked, awkwardly standing in the doorway.

“The mysterious blood stain that was on the couch.” I responded, “there, that is as good as we are going to get I reckon.” I threw the rag onto the couch and stood up, dusting off my knees. Reaching back down to grab the rag and bleach bottle, shuffling out from between the coffee table and couch to return the bleach bottle to its spot on the linen closet shelf and making my way into the kitchen to rinse the cleaning rag clean of the bloodied bleach.

“Hey dad?” Hornet asked, timidly for her normal self.

“Yeah,” I turned off the faucet and turned to hang the damp rag over the oven door handle, turning back around drying my hands on my shorts noticing the visible wince on her face as she moved to sit down on one of the barstools, “what’s up?”

“I-uh this is really embarrassing, but uhm y’know the blood you just cleaned off the couch.” she looked away embarrassed. “That’s uh my blood, because my period started early and I had a leak.. And I kind of don’t have any pads or tampons left. So, I was wondering if you could maybe go get me some… please.” 

“That solves the blood mystery then, doesn’t it?” Jamie conceded as he walked into the kitchen. Hornet's face was filled with pure mortification as she looked down at her hands that were clasped together. Jamie eased himself into the seat next to her and grabbed one of her hands from its bundle to hold it in both of his to assist in calming her down. 

“Nothing to be embarrassed about Hornet, it’s natural. Are you sure you have nothing left?” Jamie asked, stroking his thumb tentatively up and down her hand. 

“No, I was meant to get more the last time we went to the shops but I forgot.” Hornet responded quietly.

“That’s all good kid.” I responded in the same tone of voice “What do you need me to go get you?”

“I’ll write it down, just wait here.” She mumbled sliding off her chair and disappearing down the hallway. 

“It’s weird to see her so quiet.” Jamie admitted “I mean, considering half of her came from you.” 

“You say that like all I do is talk.” I replied, turning to face him.

“I mean, you are the enemy of silence.” He replied in an amused tone. 

“Wipe that smirk off your face.” I snapped back, walking around the other side of the island counter, pulling out a chair and sitting down as Hornet walked back into the room with a list written on a green post-it note.

“Here you are, that’s everything and the brands are important.” She emphasized pointing to the brand names in brackets.

“Okay, alright” I mumbled reading over the list. “I can do that.” I stood up and walked to the shoe rack pulling off slides and chucking them on the ground so I could slip my feet into them. Grabbing my keys off the wooden hook next to the door, I opened the door “I’ll be back as soon as possible.” Two voices responded in tandem with ‘Ok!’ I shut the door and walked down the short driveway to my car, unlocking it, swinging open the door and hopping in. The engine roared to life, I shifted the gear stick to reverse and pulled out of the driveway, changing the gear back to drive and speeding down the road. 

Hornet POV:

I walked down the hallway and into the living room, around the front of the couch and tried to sit down but a hand stopped me.

“Just wait a sec Hornet, let me get a towel just in case whatever you’ve done in the meantime falters.” Jamie requested, as he looked at me for confirmation, which I gave in a nod, and he rushed down the hall, heavy footsteps followed by the squeak of hinges as a cupboard door was thrown open and the squeak and slam of the door being forcefully shut. “Here we go, Hornet.” He stated, leaning over the back of the couch laying the towel over the soft gray material for me to sit on. Jamie walked around the couch to the large rattan basket that was against the wall in the little alcove next to the hanging chair and opened the basket to pull out the ashen gray weighted blanket. Walking back over and draping half of it over my knees for me to adjust how I want, he sat down next to me and pulled the other half up and over his knees and lap. “Want to watch a movie?” he asked, holding the TV remote and pointing it at the screen.

“Could we watch Shadow and Bone?” I requested. 

“Sure!” He smiled, opening Netflix and going into my account clicking on the show. “I like this show. It’s very thought out, like the story line.” 

“Eh, I prefer the Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom Duology.” I return, Bringing my knees to my chest. “Y’know, Ben Barnes kind of looks like Tyler Seguin.” Jamie laughed at this, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling the blanket up a bit higher on me so I could cuddle up to his side, and get as comfortable as possible in my current condition. 

“Do you need anything, or are you good for now?” He inquired, turning to look down at my head which was poking out of the blanket enough to see the show.

“No, I’m ok. I should be fine till dad gets back.” I mumbled in response.

“Alright.” he whispered back in the same tone, gently running his hand up and down my arm in a soothing motion.

Trevor’s POV:

Tick, Tick, Tick. I looked at the little green indicator around on my dashboard as I waited for a break in the traffic so I could turn into the parking lot. After the red car. Driving up the first lane I couldn’t find any parks so I turned left down another lane, three minutes of diving around the parking lot and one stolen park later I found a park under a tree. Grabbing my phone, wallet and the green post-it note I opened the door, minding the car next to me shut it again, locked it and ran towards the glass sliding doors. Grabbing a basket from the stack and looking at the list before deciding to take a quick detour heading to the confectionery isle I grabbed a packet of strawberry creams, snakes alive, melody pops, two Cadbury marvelous creations and two caramilk marvelous creations bars, as well as packet of milky bar kids. Each landing in the basket with a plastic THACK. Scanning the aisle for anything else Hornet might want, maybe something minty I thought,

“A-ha.” I whispered to myself reaching to grab a darrell lea mint-choc bar. Walking down the aisle I turn left looking at the signs hanging from the roof for the toiletries, wandering past a few aisles quickly scanning the signs sparing fast glances to make sure I wasn’t going to run into anyone. About five aisles down the overhead sign had toiletries in bold white on the black background. 

“That’s the one.” I smiled to myself, walking down the aisle at a fast pace, stopping at the feminine products and pulling out the list. Looking between the list and the shelves I determined what I needed and grabbed double what she wanted just to make sure Hornet had what she needed for the foreseeable future. Grabbing the last packet off the bottom shelf, I stood up and placed it in the basket with the other items and briskly walking to the self checkout lane, grabbing a paper bag as I walked past the shelf. Scanning all the items, I pulled out my wallet and from the pocket my card and held it up to the eftpos machine to pay. Seeing the green tick I slid my card back into my wallet and my wallet back into my pocket, grabbing the paper bag filled with items in my left hand and pulling my phone out of my back pocket with my right I sent Jamie a message as I walked to the car.

‘Got the goods + extras. On my way home now.’

Jamie POV:

PING, glancing over my shoulder at my phone on my right side which was haphazardly thrown onto the couch next to me when we sat down I noticed Trevor’s icon. Picking up the phone and swiping up to get to the home screen I clicked the green messages icon on my taskbar then Trevor’s icon, skimming over the message and then looking at Hornets small figure curled into my side I whispered,

“Your Dad’s on his way home.” She looked up at me, stretching out slightly, visibly wincing when she wiggled the wrong way.

“OK.” she mumbled, getting comfortable again. 

“Do you need me to get you anything?” I queried the small ball of girl who looked like she was actively trying to crawl out of her skin. 

“Could you get me a heat pack, please.” she mumbled.

“Ok.” I said, trying to  get up, “Y’know you’re going to have to let go of me?” Reluctantly unclasping her hands from my side and dragging them timidly back to her small, curled form, silently allowing me to make my way down the hallway into the kitchen to retrieve the wisteria coloured heat pack from the top cupboard and place it into the microwave, setting the timer for two minutes. My attention was drawn from the spinning glass plate to the front window when I heard a car’s engine pull into the driveway and the porch light turned on. 

“Hornet! Your dad’s home!” I called the living room.

“Tell him he’s not allowed back if he doesn’t have chocolate!” she called back irritably. I locked eyes with my teammate who was standing in the hallway with two shopping bags in his left hand and a pair of shoes in the other.

“Good thing I thought ahead then! I yelled out, placing his shoes on the rack and walking toward the living room with the bags. I heard some distant mumbling and then the shuffle of feet down the hallway along with a door opening and closing.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Turning around to the microwave and pressing the button to unlatch the door I grabbed the purple heat pack out, throwing it up in the air a couple of times because it was too hot to hold in my palm. Walking back down the hallway and meeting Hornet at the entrance of the living room I handed over the heat pack and she moved to sit down in between the corner of the L corner of the couch and her dad who handed her a packet of strawberry creams. Walking around the couch and settling myself a respectful distance from Z getting comfortable, I looked at the two Zegras’s and asked. “All good?” 

“Yeah, Thank you.” Hornet responded with a weak smile.

“Anytime kiddo.” Trevor responded. “Now, what are you watching?”

[dinogoose]

all of you, all of me (intertwined)

His self-control evaporates as he stares at Buck’s sleep-slack face and Eddie can’t help but whisper the words that have been aching inside of him,

“I love you.”

The lamp in the corner is lighting up the room, which gives Eddie a clear view of Buck’s face.

And a clear view of the exact moment his baby blues snap open.

“What?”

(or, eddie tells a sleeping buck he loves him, then an awake one.)

Eddie has just finished drying the last plate when he hears a few rapid knocks at the door. Which is strange for multiple reasons. The first being Eddie is not expecting company, nor does he particularly want it. The second is, it’s late. (Okay, not late-late, but for a man on the wrong side of thirty, once the sun sets he’d like to not be bothered) The final reason is, that knock was Buck’s knock. A fact Eddie is nearly one hundred percent sure of.

Although, huh? Why would Buck be here? Eddie knows Maddie’s set up a rotation of people so he doesn’t get stir-crazy, or feel abandoned, so Eddie couldn’t imagine he was feeling lonely.

Setting down the kitchen towel in his hands, he makes his way to the front door. And surprise, surprise, it’s Buck.

“Hey-“ Eddie starts before he’s cut off (rudely) by Buck shushing him with his hand,

“Please don’t ask me how I am.” Buck says, immediately walking inside, not bothering to wait to be invited in. Not that he’s ever needed an invitation. Eddie’s home is his home.

Eddie takes a few beats to move past his confusion, shutting the door and following Buck inside.

“You want a beer?” He decides to offer, knowing Buck is in a weird mood, and has been since he got out of the hospital.

“Probably more than one.” Buck responds as he kicks his legs up onto the coffee table, getting comfortable.

“Guess all that company must have worn you out.” Eddie sasses, smirking at his own joke. He grabs two beers from the fridge readying himself to talk to Buck about what’s been going on with him.

But as he makes his way back to the living room, Buck is already passed out, completely dead to the world.

Eddie shakes his head, bemused, taking a sip of his beer. He sets the other one down on a coaster, before sitting down on the coffee table across from Buck.

He’s been worried about Buck, for obvious reasons, though doing his best not to show it. After Eddie had seen him in that hospital, listened to the words his son had spoken as Buck was hooked up to all those machines, comatose, Eddie knew. Knew that tomorrow wasn’t promised to anyone, and that if he wanted to find happiness, and make it, he had to try and be braver.

He had to tell Buck.

Tell Buck about the feelings he’s been harboring for years, and tell him how he’s the only person Eddie wants to spend his life with. Tell him how loving him has made it so Eddie could finally love himself.

The older man sighs, taking a big gulp of his beer. He examines Buck in the low-lamp light. His chest rises and falls with each breath, his gentle snores (they aren’t that bad despite Chris’ complaints), his birthmark almost red in the glow of the room, the slight furrow in his brow, so beautiful even exhausted and grumpy.

His self-control evaporates as he stares at Buck’s sleep-slack face and Eddie can’t help but whisper the words that have been aching inside of him,

“I love you.”

The lamp in the corner is lighting up the room, which gives Eddie a clear view of Buck’s face.

And a clear view of the exact moment his baby blues snap open.

“What?”

Eddie freezes. His entire body goes stock-still in the hope that if he doesn’t move or breathe, Buck will just go back to sleep.

He doesn’t.

“What?” Buck repeats, slightly more alert this time.

“I- uh- I thought you were asleep.” Eddie tells him, a poor attempt at deflection. He tries to school his features, getting rid of the love-sick look into something more stoic.

Buck appraises him, eyes squinted, clearly trying to make sense of whatever just happened.

“Did you…” Buck shakes his head, starting over. “Did you say something?”

The emphasis on the word ‘something’ lets Eddie know Buck absolutely heard him. Eddie feels his face burn as he turns over in his head every single way this can end.

“I thought you were asleep.” Eddie says once more, this time more petulant, like a child losing an argument.

Buck grins at him, eyes bright, as if Eddie has given him the moon and stars, “Well, I was mostly asleep, I’ve just been a really light sleeper since… y’know.”

Eddie nods his head, because he does know, but also wishes he was privy to that information before he confessed his love. He takes another swig of beer.

“Okay, so, I’m going to ask because I want to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, but you said ‘I love you’ right?” Buck has taken his feet off the ottoman, planting them on the floor, letting himself lean right up into Eddie’s space.

Eddie’s having a difficult time forming words, his embarrassment and Buck’s imploring gaze shutting off his brain. Buck knocks his knee into Eddie’s, a show of encouragement.

And suddenly words tumble out of him, his love, his devotion, making his tongue clumsy,

“I love you, and I was going to tell you in a better way, a way you deserved. Maybe over a candlelight dinner, or at the beach, or something equally romantic that I’d know you enjoy. Because god you deserve all of that, you deserve genuine, honest, fucking spectacular love.” Eddie takes a deep breath, meeting Buck’s eyes that are shining with tears.

“When I saw you in the hospital, and no one was even sure if you were going to wake up, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even function until you woke up, and I knew I had to tell you. So, Evan, I love you, irrevocably.” Eddie watches as Buck grabs his beer, setting it down on the coffee table, before taking Eddie’s hands and tugging him towards him.

Eddie startles slightly, falling into Buck’s chest with a grunt. He readjusts himself so he’s tucked into Buck’s side, his head resting on the blond's shoulder.

“I love you too, Eddie, so much. And this is perfect, I don’t need any fancy confession, I just need you.” Buck’s staring down at Eddie, his eyes glowing with emotion that Eddie is sure is reflected in his own.

Eddie tilts his head up, hoping the message is clear. And as always, Buck is on the exact same page as Eddie, tuned to him, as he brings his own mouth down.

It’s soft and chaste when their lips meet. Their love has no rush because they know they have forever.

They continue to lazily kiss until Buck yawns into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie backs away, laughing before choosing to rest his head back down onto Buck’s chest. Buck strokes his arm, in soft comforting motions.

“Let’s just sleep here for a little,” Eddie says, knowing his back will ache in the morning, but honestly not caring.

“Okay.” Buck whispers, such a simple word sounding reverent.

And so they sleep, tangled together on Eddie’s old blue couch.

(it’s late but here it is! turned out much softer than intended but oh well)

[hedgewitchh]

basically the thing to understand about me is i wake up at 11 am every morning and i have to decide if im going to eat the slabs of raw meat in my fridge.

i havent done it yet!! obviously, lol. but i go to get some eggs for breakfast and i see them there. the weak fridge light coats them in a glistening glow that should be unflattering (i really should change the bulb) but instead i am entranced. theyre piled up on top of each other sort of haphazardly, a thin, wide pale plate the only thing standing between them and the defilement of the foodstuffs below. i think theyre steaks? im not really sure. im not an expert you know, though i do spend a LOT of time researching and reading about the topic. i guess im something of an appreciator; an enthused observer. my vision unfocuses a little as i get lost in this familiar sight. the proud red color of the thick muscle swirls with the white of the marbling and it reminds me of van gogh, although a bit messier. as if he'd been up to his usual business and then splashed his paints across the thin, wide pale canvas in a serendipitous and terrible mistake. i become acutely aware of my skull's presence in my head. the way my face hangs off it like a coat on a hook. then i notice the eggs in my peripherals and remember what i am here for. i crack three of them into a bowl, add a little milk, salt, pepper, onion powder and garlic powder, beat the eggs, and scramble them over medium heat. theyre ok, not the best I've done.

when i tell people about this usually theyre a little confused. they ask me why id even want to eat the slabs of raw meat in my fridge. "you dont need to do something as drastic as that, cant you just grill them?" is the response i get most. the thing is, i love cooked meat! i eat it alll the time, its so delicious. i love all the ways you can prepare it, too, and you better bet ive tried most of them. however theres a certain je ne sai quoi about the idea of meat untouched by flame. nobody seems to get it. it makes me feel really lonely sometimes and like im going crazy.

lately ive been turning to online communities for a lot of my socialization. it turns out there are actually quite a few people out there who also think about this sort of stuff! theyre all very kind and intelligent as well, just total delights to speak with. i stay up late talking to them and laughing and feeling connected with them in ways ive never felt before. they make me feel as if maybe im not a monster.

some of them have eaten the meat in their fridges. they post pictures of themselves with grins and blood plastered on their faces. the cloying envy that fills my throat and threatens to suffocate me is one of the strange new connections between us because i know they've felt it too.

honestly most of these feelings are new, period. i havent always been so fixated on this. i used to not give that plate a second thought. of course, ive always been a bit of a carnivore, like i said before i do love and have always loved cooked meats. but this is a new level. its scary. intense. i mean also think of the risks! you can get hurt from doing this shit. i am very aware of all the ways that it can hurt you in fact. ive spent hours upon hours poring over everything anyone has ever had to say about the meat in their fridges and embroidered a complete list of consequences onto my consciousness. its always best to be safe.

i barely remember what its like to be normal anymore. no matter what im doing or where i am the knowledge that there is a plate of luscious animal product just waiting for me gnaws at the base of my brain stem. i open the door to my fridge. the tree of knowledge of good and evil is rooted in my vegetable drawer. i grab three eggs, i crack them into a bowl. milk, garlic, onion, some seasoned salt this time, because i am a person who likes to keep things fresh and new and exciting.

i lay in my bed and thoughts clump up in my brain matter. everything in the grand cosmos and also within the most secretive corners of my heart comes together and holds council over whether i should let these thoughts eat into my synapses. there's a delicious temptation in the erosion of my nervous system. there's a phrase on the tip of my tongue and i won't let it go. the aforementioned clumped concepts that weigh on my frontal cortex start bleeding raw sensory data. red and white swirl like a painting and my teeth rip into tendon and bone and i tear and i rip and there is a carnal beauty in the way blood pours from my mouth and down the front of my body and coats my skin in a slick crimson. this is no van gogh, now it is francisco goya, and i am greedily gulping down mouthfuls of flesh as if i've never tasted anything before in my entire life. and i am laying in my bed. and i go to sleep. and at 11 am i wake up in the morning and face whether or not i'm going to eat the slabs of meat in my fridge

[bloatware-xl-rp]

"Wakeup Call (Part 2 of 3)"

[Pepper Potts x Friday Stark]

Contains: Fattening.

(part 1)

As Friday Stark was busy imagining her boss plumping up on fudge, Pepper turned, and drew out a chair, plopping her big butt down with a heavy grunt and eying the spread. The redhead eyed the sausages first, and grabbed her fork

Friday moaned just loud enough to make Pepper look up from her 12 little sausages. Four stabbed in a stack on her fork, halfway to her mouth (for expedience sake, the redhead was very busy, and had a lot of breakfast to get through.) Mouth open, hunched over her plate. Pepper asked: "You okay? Some kinda glitch? Need me to have Richards take a look at you?" In place of Tony, who was no longer with them, the pair had begun to rely on Reed Richards to maintain Friday, the only person they knew (Besides hank, but Pepper didn't trust Hank) smart enough to mess with Friday. Friday was a learning AI, and whatever she'd been when Tony made her, she was developing her own thoughts, her own ideas, her own feelings...her own desires now. But still, in a post Ultron world, the last thing anyone needed was a rogue AI doing anything crazy. Pepper respected Friday, as a person, a real sentient being. Reed was more like her...doctor. Primary Care Physician. "Sorry, it's nothing." Friday said. Beaming at Pepper, who took the time to look at her watch and squint at the pitch black sky outside, New york glittering in the background. Friday was an extremely intelligent AI, and as overworked as Pepper was, she relied on her like any other assistant, to keep time, and make breakfast, and Pepper would never doubt her. Friday was flawlessly competent. But it certainly felt too early. Did new york even have daylight savings time? Pepper took a massive gulp noting that her coffee was rich and sweet today. "Oh my gosh it barely tastes like coffee, it's delicious." Pepper said, before gulping again, nearly draining the gigantic 32oz thermal cup. "Bhuurrrrp. Mfff." Pepper let out a hot wet belch that made all of Friday's processes stand still for a second, before immediatly stuffing the long awaited sausages into her mouth...all at once. Friday kept smiling painfully, terrified of the noise she'd make if she tried to speak. Pepper proceeded to chew with her mouth half open like a slob. It was just the girls this morning, no reason to be polite, Friday was a friend. Friday's eyes bugged as Pepper's throat bulged swallowing the mass of greasy meat without completely mashing them up, and immediately going in for more. Pepper wasn't even cutting them, just shoveling down all twelve finger sized sausage links before draining the last of her mug. Friday tilted her head a little to get a better angle, and her thin stiff smile (while pretty) was verging on robotic as she continued to try and act like she COULDN'T see Pepper's belly under the table, slowly pushing its way over the overstretched sleep pants, and growing bigger with each gulp and bite.

Huuurrrrp. Mmmf. You know, you're right, I think I need more fuel for my workouts later. Good idea upping the calorie count." Pepper nodded, squeezing half a bottle of syrup over her waffles, until it drowned the 9 high stack. Pepper rested her forearms against the table, knife and fork held aloft. "Can I get a refill?" Pepper asked politely nodding to her mug. "You know I need more energy, it feels like I can barely get through my morning workouts you know? Those protein powders and shakes aren't enough. This? This is the real fuel." The redhead nodded pointing her fork to her absolutely loaded plate of strawberries, three hash browns, 9 waffles, and a can of whipped cream (it was easier than making her boss get up, although she did miss watching Pep waddle back and forth between the fridge and the table everytime she wanted more cream for her breakfast). A slender, Ironman esq bot took Pepper's mug, and refilled it. The hot steamy drink dispensed from the digital dispenser filled the room with sweet chocolate. The soft plops of the Bot dropping one..two...three...four sugar cubes... Pepper frowned, a forkful of waffle jammed into her mouth and bulging out of her cheek. Wait was that five plops? "How many cubes is he..." Pepper started to turn and Friday panicked. Without thinking she rushed over to the table and bent low...really low...pointing to the can of sprinkles...and subtly increasing her bust size as her chest hovered just in front of Pepper's face. Pepper was found herself frowning directly into a pair of huge, magenta double d cup tits. Pushing against the neck of Friday's simulated clothes, they were pushed up into a plump, hard to ignore cleavage. "Did you see that the sprinkles are little spidey faces? Parker industries made some kind of liscencing deal with the web head and they've got a cereal and sprinkles and cake toppers and all kinds of stuff now." Friday blurted. Pepper swallowed hard. She stared only for a second before glancing away. But the image of Friday's massive, plump, heaving artificials was burned into her mind's eye. In embarrassment she began to turn as pink as Friday. And a little warm in the lap. She'd sworn she'd never look at another man the way she looked at Tony after he died....but Friday on the other hand... With a thump the coffee was set next to her. A motorized whir or two and the Robot began to walk back out of the room. Friday stood up, her tits shrinking slowly to their normal size so as not to arouse suspicion. Pepper folded a whole waffle in half pinned it like a taco with her fork,and began to take huge awkward bites as she attempted to ignore the thought of a real,physical, tangible Friday looming over her, pink hands on her pale shoulders, that insane cleavage just above her head: smirking at her.

What the fuck was wrong with her? Pepper turned even pinker and began to glut herself without thinking. It was only natural, she decided, spraying her breakfast in sugary whipped cream, and emptying a little whipped cream into her mouth directly from the nozzle, that Friday, who literally cared for her, cooked and cleaned for her, and spent every minute of her day with Pepper, might start to elicit some kind of affection in Pepper.

But Friday was an AI. A person? And Pepper was straight. Never had thoughts toward a girl before now. She wasn't gay, right? Not for a robot. Friday watched, her processes sluggish and feeling fuzzy. Staring openly as Pepper began to mindlessly eat like a slob. Too lost in thought to notice her own belching. To notice she was packing eggs in with strawberries, and chasing it with a hashbrown before she'd even finished chewing. Like she was in a race to get all of her breakfast in her belly as fast as possible. And why not? Friday thought innocently, Ms. Potts had a big day ahead of her. After her morning nap, she had to go work out, then three meetings, and then Lunch at Noon. If Ms. Potts wasn't feeling her morning workout, she could always reschedule it for later in the day. And if Ms. Potts was too tired to do it later. They could always order in: Pizza for dinner. Pepper loved Pizza.

Friday and Pepper were so lost in thought, neither of them noticed Pepper literally pick up the plate and slurp up the remaining crumbs and syrup with her face. It wasn't until the third lick, when she felt the hot syrip drizzle on her fat left boob, that Pepper snapped out of her stuffing....

(Part 3)

[erenthology]

Eren slaps your ass everywhere you go, anywhere you are.

You’re finishing up the dishes on a Thursday night and you feel large hand smack your ass. “Need help, babe?” Eren says completely unaware of the impact of his actions.

It’s Saturday and you’re visiting your parents house with your boyfriend. When you enter the house, you feel Eren’s hand reaching beneath your short. You glance at him and he doesn’t realize. It comes like second nature to him, you know? He’s a touchy person:( Later on your way up to your old room, hard smack again.

Eren has stressed you all day about finding a good birthday present for Armin since you have to attend his party at night. And so far you’ve felt him smack and grab your ass a handful of times. “Eren im trying to find a gift, could you stay here for a moment” you pledge as he’s following you around the store. “Yeah I’ll help you” as he disregards what you said and invites his hand to the back pocket of your jeans. Keeping you close and occasionally fondling with your fat.

Or when he comes him from a stressful day at work. “Babeeee, I’m home.” I takes of his jacket and entere the room. “So guess what Jackson did? That prick can’t sell if his life depends on it” he rambles as he finds you plopped on the bed. He immediately lays his head on your ass and pecks your behind.

“Ahh I’ve missed you” he says as he’s fondling with your ass. You turn your head back to look at him in wonder of his weird actions. “I’m gonna go eat.” Eren says before leaving a hard smack to your ass.

“Eren!” You scream. He stops in his tracks. “Is my ass some kind of stress-ball to you?” Eren is looking at you confused “wha-“ you interrupt him immediately. “No, no what’s, but’s or if’s. Don’t you see! I mean why are you even?! You know what I’m done with you right now.”

In truth, you weren’t mad at him for that. You’re mad that your sister’s flight to visit you got cancelled last minute. You’re mad that you missed your appointment at the dentist and your teeth have been aching all day. That your mom called you and stressed you about the flight being canceled, as if you had the solution to the problem. So did you kind of…take it out on your boyfriend, Eren? Well.

Eren looks at you disappointed. Like you just stole his candy. Like he’s been waiting all day to come home from work to his wonderful girlfriend who he’s been talking non-stop about to his coworkers. Only for you to lash out at him. His dramatic self turned around and left the room.

It’s now been two days from your fight. Or more so ‘you screaming at Eren and him sulking away to the kitchen.’

He’s stopped with his tactics, in fact, he’s ignoring you completely. When you sleep in bed, you both have your backs turned against each other.

You tried to reach out though. Knowing he isn’t asleep, you reach your hand over to his side to touch his back-“Ere”

“I have work tomorrow.” He rebuttals harshly. You also did your best to impress him in the morning. Wearing short shorts. “Cleaning” he hallway while being bent over to reach the floor. Eren just walked pass you and left the apartment.

You need his attention. The last straw was when he came home today and you were wearing your black set of lingerie with a thin cardigan covering you, and he had the audacity to ignore you.

“Ereeeen” you whine while fondling with his belt as he’s standing in front of the fridge. He glances down at you and meets your eye. Taking the milk out of the fridge as he continues to ignore you. That’s until he closes the fridge to turn around and see you bent over the kitchen table. “I’ve missed you, Ren. Please”

Of course Eren couldn’t restrain himself from feeding you with his dick. Nude bodies touching, not getting enough of each other. Enjoying the way you’re desperate to have him inside of you. “Yeah? You couldn’t wait to bounce on my dick, yeah?” Leaving a harsh smack to your ass in which you only respond with a cry.

“Look at me, baby” he says as he grabs your chin. “ ‘was going crazy without you. You’re body is mine. Just as this dick is yours. clear?” And you, you only whine in response. Nodding eagerly at your boyfriend

“Yeah?” He stops his rhythm of pumping inside you. Eren caresses your cheek and stares at you in awe. You wonder why he slowed down and open your eyes to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong, Eren?” you genuinely ask.

“Nothing, you’re just so beautiful” he says. Always so charming, even in the midst of your steamy sex. “E-eren, you always say that!” You respond, cheeks covered in blush. He ignores your embarrassed form as he starts his pumping again. “So, so pretty”

“My pretty girl”