#helle is like 20+ years her senior too so

[vancilocs]

helle: hey. i made you this bracelet signe: oh... thank you, it's pretty helle: you don't have to wear it if you don't wanna signe: no i'm going to wear it forever. fuck off

[paradiseismine]

experienced and older (2 years older) female reader x virgin mike wheeler, their encounter started with an innocent question from mike about kissing and led to so much more...

Good kisser - Mike Wheeler x reader

Pairing: virgin!Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things) x experienced!f!reader

Warnings: slightly softer smut, virgin Mike, small age gap (reader is 2 years older than him)

Love note from Nina: YES. you read me like a book, anon. Mike Wheeler is all awkward and innocent, but also horny and needy as hell, and this is where it’s at. I had so much fun writing this, it’s almost criminal.

It was summer. You had built quite the reputation for yourself ever since you moved to Hawkins and all the boys wanted something with you: the foreign girl with the cute accent, who always had stories about her travels and was so smart, mysterious and captivating in everything she did. You were a novelty, bringing your sexual liberation and lack of prejudice under your arm as you walked into that small town.

On the other hand, you were feeling kinda bored lately. Craving connection, romance, something exciting to get you out of your comfort zone. You couldn’t possibly imagine what would happen between you and Mike Wheeler, that nerdy lanky boy, when you first got acquainted. He was friends with your neighbor, a ginger girl named Max, who would occasionally drop by at your place to talk and maybe watch a movie together. You didn’t know much about him, but you always thought he was a cutie.

That’s exactly what was crossing your mind on that Saturday evening: Max and her boyfriend, Lucas, were over at your place for pizza, and Mike tagged along. Michael Wheeler had just turned 18 and was a senior in Hawkins High, the city in which he had lived his whole life; whereas you were pushing 20, having lived with the circus and moving around with it since the age of 12.

“Babe, maybe we should get home soon, mom might get worried” Max told Lucas, her hand gently caressing his as they sat next to you on the couch.

“Right, I don’t want to disappoint Mrs. Mayfield” he laughed, standing up. “Thank you for everything, y/n, you’re one of our nicest friends…”

“Should I get jealous then?” Mike joked, standing up as well. Max and Lucas bid you and him goodbye before leaving. Only you and Mike remained on your living room now.

“Maybe I should get going too, I don’t wanna be a bother, you know…” he licked his lips in a shy manner.

“You’re not a bother at all, silly” you smiled at him. “If you wanna stay, then you should stay… We haven’t gotten the chance to get to know each other properly yet, have we? I’d love to talk if you wish to stay a bit longer…”

Mike couldn’t even be discreet about it, he was smiling ear to ear at the thought that you desired his company, that you were ok with sitting there, just the two of you, for God knows how much longer.

You tried to keep the conversation going, wanting to prolong his stay at your house.

The two of you sat side by side on the couch and you asked him about his friends, his family, his story, everything. At some point, the conversation shifted back to your life.

“Anyone that’s caught your eye here in Hawkins?” he asked, studying your face. “I know the boys talk a lot about how interesting you are…”

“The boys that came up to me so far didn’t make me feel anything special, I guess…” you shrugged. “How about you? Any girl that made your heart beat faster, Mikey?”

He laughed, coming off a bit nervous. “Not really, no… Well, uh, actually…”

You smiled. A pretty boy like Mike must always have someone pining over him.

“There’s something I… I’ve been meaning to ask you, you know…” he seemed to be working up the courage to continue talking. “Y/n, I was… I was just wondering…” he stuttered, his sweaty palms slowly rubbing against one another nervously. “Well, you’re an older girl… Not like, super older, I mean, we’re just two years apart, and you look gorgeous, you’re stunning, I mean…”

“Mike” you reassured him, head slightly tilted to the side, caressing his upper arm. “It’s ok… What is it that you’re trying to tell me?”

“How does one know if they’re a good kisser?” he blurted out, speaking a bit too fast, but you were able to understand him.

Your mouth opened slightly in what turned out to be a smile, as you tried not to chuckle at him, and not give him any signs on how ADORABLE that question was.

“Hm…” you rested your chin on your palm. “Kissing is supposed to bring connection between two people who like each other, or that are attracted to each other, at least… So if you kiss someone and sense that you’re both in the same rhythm and wanting the same thing at that moment, then you’re a good kisser.”

“Oh” he answered, thinking. “Could you be a bit more… Specific, maybe? I think I have some other questions.”

As you two talked, it became obvious - not only you were far more experienced than him sexually/amorously, but also just in general. Mike was a small town boy, surprisingly still quite innocent regarding girls and intimacy. He had never watched any porn VHS, neither stolen any of his father’s Playboy magazines.

Heck, the only time he’d ever seen a girl naked was when he accidentally walked in on his friend changing. Not only was that awkward as hell, but that was IT. He had never gone any further than a few pecks with a girl. Nothing, really.

There was something so hot about the idea of teaching him how to kiss, how to touch a girl properly… You could feel your legs softening like spaghetti just thinking about it.

“Would you… want me to teach you?” you finally got brave enough to ask. “You know, kissing and stuff like that?”

“Would you… do that for me?” His eyes widened. You were so pretty, he couldn’t believe you were offering him such a thing.

“Of course… You’re beautiful, Mikey. It’d be a pleasure to kiss you.” you chuckled. It was funny to you that a boy like him would think so badly of himself for having a certain set of interests or not being good at sports.

He tucked a hair strand behind your ear, before lingering his touch on your cheek and slowly leaning in. You smiled briefly and leaned in as well, closing your eyes to savor the moment.

You kissed him chastely, just lightly touching your lips to his, testing the waters. He didn’t seem uncomfortable, so you proceeded. His lips were soft and perfect for some love bites, but you had to take it slow.

Once he appeared more accustomed to the touch, you parted his lips softly and slid your tongue in between them. He let out a little surprised whimper, but didn’t stop you. You could feel his heartbeat quickening, as did yours.

“Is this okay?” you spoke softly, your hand caressing his cheek, eyes carefully studying his face. “Does it feel good when I kiss you?”

Mike’s cheeks were tinted a dark shade of pink, and felt pretty hot against your palm.

“Really good” he whispered, not being able to look into your eyes. “Can I… Can we do it again?”

“Of course, love. C’mere” you put your lips back to his, still keeping a lighter touch, afraid you’d scare him off.

You kissed him once again, more rhythmically this time, a much wetter and much more intense kiss. In no time, you two were fully making out. For someone who was apparently afraid of not being a good kisser, so much so that he asked for tutoring, Mike was definitely a straight A student. That being said, he was probably ready for the next chapter of the book.

You let go of the kiss slowly, putting your hand to his nape and grabbing some of his hair gently in your hand. He seemed confused for a second, but shivered immediately as your lips touched his neck with open mouthed kisses. Your lips traveled up and down his slender neck, then went all the way up to his ear, nibbling softly on his earlobe. Mike’s entire body quivered under your touch, as a faint, timid moan escaped his swollen red lips.

“Is this ok, Mikey? Do you want to… you know, keep going?”

“I-I’d love to, if that’s what you want too”, he said, in a tone that still sounded a bit like a moan.

“Stand up, will you?” you asked him. He obliged immediately, and you stood up as well. You put him up against the wall and stood on your tip toes in order to reach for his lips with your own. Your chests, now glued to each other, fluttered as you continued to kiss passionately. You could feel how hard he was through his jeans, and that made you, somehow, even wetter than you already were.

Mike put his arms around your waist, pulling your body impossibly closer to his in a clumsy movement. His skin was absurdly hot and flushed, as if he had gotten a fever. You could tell he was feeling a bit more comfortable now, as his hands started to wander.

“Is… is this okay?” he asked shyly as his right hand had reached further down your back, mere inches from your butt. “Can I touch you?”

“Of course, Mikey” you rubbed your nose against his, playfully. “Everything is ok. If anything is not, I’ll let you know, don’t worry. Just follow your heart, do what you feel like doing. Can you do that?”

“I’ll… I’ll try…” he put his lips back to yours and his left hand to the back of your hair, breathless, as his right hand traveled even further down, and groped your butt hungrily. It felt so good, that boy was gonna drive you crazy. He had barely touched you yet, but you were so attracted to him, so eager for more, ugh…

He reached under the baggy T-shirt you were wearing, his hands slow-dancing around the circumference of your waist, feeling every inch of your smooth skin against his fingertips. You moaned softly into the kiss, and Mike’s arms trembled around your body. That boy was putty in your hands.

Something in him seemed to shift as soon as he worked up the courage to reach for your breasts under your shirt. You weren’t wearing a bra, so his hands met your hot skin right away. He squeezed them carefully, grazing his thumbs against your hardened nipples.

You knew he wanted to take your shirt off, but was probably too shy to ask for it. So, you took the first step, gently breaking the kiss to speak.

“Can I take your shirt off?” you asked softly, almost whispering. “It’s ok if you’re not comfortable, I won’t think any less of you”, you reassured him.

“It’s… it’s ok, I want you to touch me”, he nodded. “And I want to touch you as well, if that’s okay...”

“I very much want to be touched by you, Mikey” you whispered, leaning in and biting his bottom lip sensually, as you kissed him once more.

Your hands reached for the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up and off his body, parting the kiss to do so. Once the garment hit the floor, you roamed your hands over his bare chest while putting your lips to the side of his neck and up to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe once again. Mike hissed and quivered under your touch. You kissed further down his neck and into his chest, no longer on your tiptoes.

His voice was raspy as he called out your name, making you break the kiss and pay attention to him. “Can I… Can I take your shirt off too?”

You nodded and raised your arms, letting him undress you. As your T-shirt came off, Mike’s eyes went wide. His hands grabbed your breasts once again, as his eyes watched his own movements, mesmerized. He kissed your neck in return, lips going down your chest to finally kiss your breasts. He took one of your nipples in between his lips, suckling gently as you moaned into his touch.

“Is.. Is this o…” he let go of your nipple for a second, breathless, not being able to finish his phrase, as you guided his head closer into your chest again. He went right back to suckling your nipple, delighted at the feeling, but not as much as you. His dark eyes shot up at yours this time, making it all even more intimate and sensual. He suckled on the other nipple, getting even more moans from you.

“Y/n” he panted, seeming drunk on pleasure, and you had barely even touched him yet. “How do I… you know… make you… feel good?” his face was flushed as he spoke, and you felt an instant rush between your thighs, getting even wetter at the mere thought of him pleasing you. Gosh, you’d be soaked when he finally touched you.

“I’ll show you, Mikey… Can we go to bed?”

“Sure” he promptly agreed, fixing his bangs, still trying to normalize his breathing.

He followed you into your bedroom and you shut the door behind yourself. You didn’t have to, your roommates were out of town for the whole week, but still, you wanted him to feel as safe as possible.

”Lay back”, you nearly ordered, softly pushing his shoulders onto the bed, and he did as he was told. Shirtless Mike could be a painting hanging in the Louvre - his milky perfect skin, lightly toned figure, jet black hair all messy and soft, plus those plump red lips.

He was so beautiful… Mikey had said he wanted to please you, but you wanted to see what was hiding underneath those jeans so bad…

You took off your pants and lied on top of him, immediately going for another kiss. His hands grabbed your butt once again, more firmly this time, but soon traveled up towards your back. His fingertips lightly grazing your bare skin sent shivers down your spine, as you put your mouth to his ear and moaned his name like a prayer.

Your lips found his neck yet again, then his chest, where you could feel his heart thumping with a mere peck. You left a trail of wet kisses down Mike’s stomach, whilst his moans and quivers were noticeable, and he seemed to shiver with anticipation as you unbuttoned his jeans and slowly took them off. His shoes were already off the minute he entered your home, so it was much easier to do so.

Your fingers toyed with his briefs’ elastic band, before gently peeling them off, leaving him completely bare in front of you. His length probably a bit above average, and his girth impressive… You couldn’t help but take his cock in your dominant hand, analyzing it while slowly pumping him even harder than he already was.

You took Mike’s hardened length in between your lips and gently suckled on its pinkish tip, looking up at him to catch any displeased reactions. What your eyes saw, on the other hand, was his lips squished together and his eyes shut, fluttering behind his eyelids.

“Let out any sounds you wish to make, baby” you interrupted your suckling, looking up at him with kind eyes. “I’d love to hear them”, and resumed your work.

As your mouth engulfed his length once again, Mike moaned softly at the touch, supporting himself in his elbows in order to look at you while you touched him.

You took as much of his length into your throat as you possibly could, hands caressing his testicles, nails gently scratching his thighs. His moaning got a bit louder, as his right hand shakily went for the back of your head, as if to keep it there, but also to stop you if needed. When he opened his mouth to speak again, it all became clear.

“Y/n, I just… Maybe I won’t be able to hold it in if you…” he panted while your mouth relentlessly licked and sucked, head bobbing up and down that thick shaft. “I’ll… I’ll make a mess on your bed…”

You stopped briefly, only to reassure him.

“Mikey, love, I want to please you… Let yourself go, I’ll swallow every drop, is that ok? There’ll be no mess, don’t worry”, you said, looking into his eyes and then taking his length back into your mouth, picking up from where you had left off.

Mike’s body trembled, moans escaping his lips as you continued to bob your head up and down, hands following the mouth’s movements, and soon after, he let out a louder, distinct moan. You opened your mouth slightly, with his tip still inside, pumping his cock until you could feel his warm, thick seed squirt inside your mouth, giving him the perfect view of his first orgasm granted by someone else.

He panted, relieved, as his dripping tip threatened to leave your mouth - but not before you could lick it perfectly clean, as you had promised. It took him a second to register what had just happened.

“Oh my God, Y/n, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to finish so soon…” he apologized, standing up quickly and seeming utterly disappointed at himself. “I-I know girls don’t like it when guys… you know… Finish way too soon, I just-“

“Don’t say that, Mikey” you interrupted, standing up as well and embracing him tightly. “An important part of sex is pleasing your partner selflessly, ok? I wanted to make you cum, I wanted to see you come undone under my touch…”

“Can I do the same to you now, then? I really want to please you too…”

“Of course you can, love”, you smiled, caressing his cheek again. “Touch me.”

The boy needed no other warning. His hands went for your waist hungrily, his lips now kissing your neck and chest again, pushing your body lightly so he could pin you down on the bed. His hands were rather shaky, but it was so good to see him loosening up a bit.

He mirrored your movements, also splaying kisses down your torso, up until he reached your lower belly and faced your clothed pussy. His eyes met yours for permission, and as you nodded, he gently slid your panties down your legs, discarding them on the floor.

He then spread your thighs slowly, eyes glued to the view of your slick folds, glistening with arousal, pulsating uncontrollably around nothing, eager to be filled. His index finger touched the area first, circling your entrance. Your muscles clenched around the very tip of his finger, causing him to hiss with desire.

“You’re so wet… you’re soaked, y/n…”

“I want you so bad, Mike…” you grabbed his right hand and aligned his finger with your clit. “You can rub here very gently, ok? It is very sensitive, but it’ll make me feel really good if you’re delicate…”

He nodded, his slick pointer finger rubbing soft circles around your clit, bringing a moan to your lips after a few swirls. You could see a smile across his face for a second, like a child who’d finally figure out how to play with a new, more complicated toy than what they were used to. He kept circling your clit gently, testing out speeds and angles, and seeing what made you quiver and moan the most.

After mastering that game, he kept going and going, not falling out of that perfect rhythm for a second, until an orgasm ripped through your body, a louder moan leaving your lips, your eyes squeezed shut and tearful.

Once you had ridden out of your high, he noticed your tears and stopped his movements immediately.

“Oh-oh my God, y/n, you’re crying…” he held your hand and kissed it, worriedly. “Did-did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I-“

“Mikey, darling” you panted, a naughty smile still playing around your lips. “That was amazing, baby. You did really good… Those are tears of joy, at most. Don’t worry your pretty little heart”, you kissed his lips tenderly.

“That… that was a very beautiful sight” he admitted, a bit embarrassed. “Your mouth all open, your eyes squeezed, your back arching… You’re even more beautiful to look at, you know, when you cum…”

You chuckled, finding him even more adorable than before. He lowered his body once again, like he had done to touch you before, looking at your opened labia, glistening even more with arousal.

“Can I… can I put my lips to it? Is it like kissing?”

“It is a lot like kissing, baby… See this part right here?” You brought your own hand down to show him your clit. “This is where you had put your finger, it’s the place you should kiss the most, ok? It is, indeed, the most delicate part of a woman’s flower, so again, be gentle… But this is where nearly all of the pleasure comes from”.

He nodded slowly, like a student who would now take an important test, and Mike had no intention of failing. His lips tended very gently to your flower, like the first peck you had given him today, and he seemed to remember what you taught him all too well. He opened his lips and flicked his tongue onto your clit, earning himself a moan. He knew pretty damn well what that meant, and kept going.

His tongue would flick and lick and roll over your clit, one of his fingers now also joining the mixture, slowly entering your drenched hole. He could feel it pulsating around his digit with each flick of his tongue, and as you came undone under his touch, he could feel your tight hole clenching mercilessly around his finger. He could only imagine how that would feel around his cock. You saw stars as you came down from your high, moaning softly, until you touched his face, gesturing for him to stop.

“You’re so good at this, Mikey” you panted, feeling lightheaded from such pleasure. “You’re a natural”, you praised, “But I believe you’re ready for your final lesson of the day, aren’t you?”

You sat up and kissed his lips once again, tasting yourself in them. You had noticed he was hard as a rock again, and quickly reached for a condom in your nightstand.

“Can I show you how to put one of these on?”, you ripped the small package with your fingertips as he agreed.

You sucked on his cock a bit more, just to relax him and make sure he was as hard as he could be. Then, you rolled the condom into his length all the way down.

He lied on top of you and aligned himself with your entrance, slowly sliding into your tight slit. Inch by inch, you could see his eyes fluttering as he got acquainted with the new sensation. Once his shaft was completely buried in you, he timidly thrusted, moaning softly as you kissed his lips to delight this moment as much as you could.

“Can I… Can we do this in a different way? I mean, not me on top of you?”, he whispered, his cheeks flushed again.

“It’s ok, baby boy, do as you wish” you whispered back into his ear and licked his earlobe. “I’m all yours, you do whatever you want to me.”

”What… whatever I want?” he repeated, incredulous.

“Absolutely, love… What are you thinking of?”

He gestured for you to get on your hands and knees, so you complied. It was so cute to finally see him letting loose. His hands groped your hips, bringing you closer to his throbbing erection, and he slowly inserted himself back into your drenched slit. He thrusted and thrusted, moaning with you with each rock of your hips. His thrusts became harder and sloppier, and it was clear he couldn’t hold it in for much longer.

“Cum for me, baby” you looked back at Mike, giving him the naughtiest look ever.

Mike let out a loud moan and panted heavily as he spilled into the condom, his mouth agape and his entire body shaking. He removed himself from you slowly, afraid he’d hurt you. As Mikey noticed you were fine, he quickly tied up the condom and discarded it on a nearby bin.

“Wow” he panted, his heart still beating out of his chest. “Thank you for this… You’re so beautiful, y/n…”

You put your hands to his cheeks again. “You too, Mikey. I’m so glad I got to be your first, you have no idea… How about some cuddles and a nap now?”

“As you wish, ma’m” he chuckled, laying down on the bed and pulling you closer, so your head would be on his chest.

You snuggled up in each others arms and slept soundly for the whole night, without a care in the world. Michael Wheeler turned out to be that very something you were craving earlier - and most definitely a good kisser.

[fandomsbrat]

THIN ICE ✦ part 1 ✦

Matt rempe x reader, Jack hughes x reader

"𝙊𝙝, 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 '𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 "࣪ ⋆｡་ ♡

Summary : you fall for the new boy Matt rempe and your ex has a problem with it

It’s like 20% plot and 80% smut lol

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You step onto the campus of your university, the autumn air crisp. It's been months since you ended things with Jack Hughes, yet he's been trying to get back together more recently but you're determined to move on, to carve out a new path for yourself, but fate has other plans. As you make your way to your first class, you catch sight of him. Jack, with his team mates, his dark hair and his blue eyes. Your heart skips a beat, memories flooding back. You two were together for 3 years. He was your first everything. So when found out he was messing around with other girls while you were away over the summer it kinda broke you.

As you brace yourself and continue walking, ignoring the tug of pain. He’s laughing it up with his friends while you’re walking by up the stairs to your class. You two broke up and now you have to see him at school for one more year as a senior. This year was definitely going to be rough.

But just as you think you've escaped the past, you collide with someone, sending your books scattering across the ground. You look up to see a very tall boy with warm brown eyes and a crooked smile extending a hand to help you up. "Sorry about that," he says, his voice soft yet confident. "I'm Matt Rempe."

You brush yourself off and accept his hand, feeling a strange flutter in your chest. "No worries," you reply, offering a shy smile. "I'm y/a Nice to meet you, Matt." Matt's grin widens, and he reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair "Listen, I know this might be a bit forward, but would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime? You know as sorry for knocking you over."

You hesitate for a moment, torn but in the end, the pull of something new and exciting wins out.

"I'd like that," you say, smiling up at him.

Little did you know jack saw you two from a distance and planned on letting Matt know exactly who you belonged to. Jack knows what he did was wrong but he’s one of the best players on the team of course he gets other girls trying to get into his pants. He was just too selfish to think about you and your feelings. He knew Matt rempe would be joining the team but he didn’t expect was for you to fall for another guy so quickly after the break up. He could tell you liked him by the way you blushed when he helped you up off the ground.

The atmosphere on the ice during practice had shifted since jack saw you and Matt together. Jack's frustration and anger seemed to seep into every aspect of the game, his hits becoming harder and his checks more aggressive. It was as if he was taking out his emotions on the ice, channeling his anger into every move. Matt couldn't ignore the change in Jack's behavior, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was directed at him. He felt the weight of Jack's hostility bearing down on him during drills, the intensity of his hits leaving bruises that lingered long after practice had ended.

Matt refused to back down. He knew that Jack's anger wasn't really about him; it was about something deeper, something that had nothing to do with hockey.

Jack stormed into the locker room, his jaw clenched and his fists balled at his sides. Without hesitation, he made his way over to where Matt stood, his expression dark and dangerous. The other players in the locker room instinctively backed away, sensing the tension in the air.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jack spat, his voice low and dangerous.

Matt turned to face him, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Nothing," he replied, his tone calm but with an underlying edge. Jack took a step closer, his fists clenching tighter. "Stay away from her," he growled, his voice laced with a warning.

Matt stood his ground, refusing to back down. "She's not yours to control," he said firmly. "If she wants to talk to me, that's her choice." Jack felt a surge of anger boiling inside him, his temper threatening to explode. "You don't know anything about her," he snapped, his voice rising. "You have no idea what she's been through."

Matt narrowed his eyes, his own frustration evident.

"And you do?" he retorted. "You think you have some kind of claim over her just because you used to date?"

Jack's hands curled into fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms. "I know her better than anyone," he insisted, his voice tinged with desperation. "And I know she deserves better than you." Matt's smirk was a challenge, his cocky demeanor a mask for his own insecurities. "Maybe if you had treated her right, she wouldn't be coming to me."

The tension in the room, jack standing up to Matt sizing him up when he pushed him then all hell broke loose. Body’s grabbing both boys separating them before things could get out of hand. And with that, he turned and stormed out of the locker room, leaving Matt pissed off that he would act like a asshole right before the game tonight. The other players exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the confrontation they had just witnessed.

Later that night you and your friends make it to the arena. Your eyes scan the players on the ice, searching for familiar faces among the sea of helmets and jerseys.

Jack gliding across the ice. He's a star player on the hockey team, and it's easy to see why. But then your gaze drifts to the other end of the rink, where a new player catches your eye. Matt, the latest addition to the team, moves with a raw aura that sets him apart from the others. He's tall and lean, with a determined look in his eyes as he battles for control of the puck.

You can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest as you watch Matt play. There's something about him, something that draws you in despite your best efforts to resist. You know it's dangerous to get involved with another hockey player, especially after everything that happened with Jack, but there's a pull between you and Matt that you can't ignore.

As the game comes to an end, you make your way down to the locker rooms to congratulate the team.

You linger in the hallway, waiting for Jack to emerge, unsure of what to say to him after all this time. But before you can gather your thoughts, Matt appears beside you, a crooked grin on his face.

After the game, Matt took your hand and led you off the ice, away from the buzzing crowd and into the quiet solitude of the locker room. The air was heavy with the lingering scent of sweat and adrenaline, the sounds of the game still echoing in the empty space.

As you followed Matt into the locker room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building in the pit of your stomach. You had spent countless hours in this room, cheering on Jack and the rest of the team, but being here with Matt felt different somehow. There was a charged energy in the air, a tension that seemed to crackle between you, drawing you closer with each step.

Once inside, Matt turned to face you, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "I wanted to talk to you," he said softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

You nodded, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your chest. "About what?" you asked, unable to tear your gaze away from him.

Matt's lips curved into a small, tender smile. "You," he said simply. "You are so beautiful"

Your heart swelled with emotion at his words, the truth of them resonating deep within you. "Thank you," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

Without another word, Matt closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, surrounded by the empty silence of the locker room, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, as if everything in the world had finally fallen into place.

As you wrapped your arms around Matt, pulling him closer. His hands cupped your face gently, and his touch was both familiar and electrifying. It sent shivers down your spine and made your heart race in your chest. Every nerve ending in your body seemed to come alive at his touch, and you melted into him completely.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and sloppy. You fumbled with the bottom of his shirt, desperately wanting to feel his skin against yours. Pulling it over his head, tracing light circles on his chest with your fingertips. His skin was warm and smooth beneath your touch, and he let out a soft sigh.

With one swift motion, Matt lifted you up onto one of the nearby benches. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he continued to ravish your lips with his own.The ache between your thighs grew almost unbearable, and you ground your hips against his in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure. He groaned against your lips, the sound sending a fresh wave of desire coursing through your veins.

With one hand on the small of your back, Matt held you tightly against him. The other trailed down between your bodies, his fingers deftly undoing the button on your jeans. He dipped his hand inside, finding you hot and wet and ready for him.

"Matt," you moaned breathlessly, "please... I need more."

He didn't need to be told twice with a swift motion, he removed his hand from between your legs and pulled down both your panties and jeans in one go. Then he positioned himself at your entrance and pushed inside slowly giving you time to adjust to his size.

You gasped as he filled you up completely - stretching you open in the best possible way. The feeling was overwhelming; a heady mix of pleasure and intensity that left you wanting more.

He fucked you against the wall of the lockers your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you. Matt's hands roamed over your body, gripping and squeezing every inch of flesh he could find. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. A soft moan escaped your lips as his teeth grazed over your collarbone. You could feel his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, the pleasure building inside you until it was too much to bear. You came hard, your pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to fuck you through the orgasm. For several moments, both of you were reduced to nothing more than ragged breaths and trembling limbs. Eventually, Matt pulled out and collapsed onto the bench beside you with a contented sigh. "That was fucking amazing," he said, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your temple.

You nodded in agreement, still too breathless to speak. The two of you sat in silence for a while, basking in the afterglow of your passionate tryst.

Eventually, you both realized that you should probably start heading home before someone came to investigate the source of all the noise. You gathered up your discarded clothing and helped each other get dressed, sharing a few more heated kisses along the way.

[bellewintersroe]

Fernando Alonso x YoungerCeleb! OC Smut.

Lila Mae is a 24 year old actress and model who’s also becoming notorious as a huge F1 fan on Tik Tok. When she gets the opportunity to interview certain drivers on the paddock, an older Fernando Alonso is smitten and the two find themselves fucking in the Aston Martin garages.

warnings: smut, age gap, flirting, oral, very fast burn, sex, anal play, you name it. Lila and Fernando get down and dirty in an intense first meeting.

Fernando stripped off his overalls within the first 2 minutes of the interview with the younger, beautiful woman. Lila, her name was, Fernando recognised her from occasionally watching the races, he’d seen her on TV. Despite being almost 20 years his senior he found himself sweating over her presence. Lila’s eyes fell down to his black fireproofs, the man flashing her a smirk in response. There was not a singular hint of subtleness between the pair, the flirting was hard core and Lila was stunned by how quickly she became attracted to Alonso, a man she’d watched and idolised for years.

“It is getting warm in here- anyway congratulations on the podium today, I’m excited to see you next week.” Her head tilted to the side, smiling sweetly as Alonso’s lips spread, watching back to her pushing her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose.

“The interview is over?” His brows furrowed slightly, Lila felt her lower stomach flutter. “Well that’s all we have time for today.”

“But you will be back next week, for Spain?”

“No, no. They just brought me out for Monaco.” She giggled, eyes roaming over his front once again. Fernando wasn’t hard, at least she thought he wasn’t, but Lila could she the bulge that poked through his fireproofs. It turned her on, she’d be lying if she she said she wasn’t horny.

The thought made her cheeks burn red, kinda like how they were when she first saw him. Except this time was different, she was longing for a man she’d met five minutes prior. Fernando’s eyes were glistening back into hers, he’d reached out, resting on the railing behind the pair. Lila subconsciously sunk a little closer to him.

“You should come back, no?” He glanced around. “She does better than half of them out there.” He nudged slightly at her upper arm, she purses her lips and glanced at his hand before back up to his eyes- and lips.

“I’m in Paris next week.” She shrugged, “no, you are in Spain.” He half teased. Lila felt as though she’d fold any minute. I’m wherever the hell you want me to be- she thought to herself.

Lila smiled and a hum escaped her closed mouth, Fernando gulped at the sound, imagining what other noises she would make. He felt the twitch of his dick in his pants and he shamefully shook the thoughts away. This was a 24 year old woman, too young for him. But she was beautiful, asking him all the right things, her voice was smooth and she was eyeing him up in all the right ways. “Maybe I will have to make a detour.” She spike causing him to chuckle once again. And she was funny. Fernando was charmed instantaneously. When the camera’s were off them, just how he liked it, he continued his conversation with her.

“Do you have anymore interviews today?”

“No, you’re my last one.” Her arm rested on the same railing he did, hand grazing ever so slightly against the bare of her arm.

“I can show you around, the garages are empty at this time. If you would like, of course?” He stammered a little on the end, other than that he felt like it was all going smoothly. Fernando hated to admit it but he could feel the warmth of his cheeks beginning to glow. Lila noticed it and found it endearing.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” She stepped a little closer, Nando gave her a slight pat on the back, fingers lingering on her exposed back. Only then did he get a true sight of her dress, her figure was beautiful, one of a goddess. He had to bite his lip to prevent his jaw dropping.

“I’ve never been in one before.” Lila sighed gently, walking closely besides the driver. Her shoulder brushed against his arm, gazing up to him. Now the two of them were alone, she so desperately wanted to make a move.

“I have- obviously.” He dumbly spoke, causing her to laugh at how he face palmed after. “That was stupid.” He pointed out, blushing harder at the fact she was giggling away.

“Just a little bit.” She playfully knocked into him the two of them sharing eye contact. His eyes fell down, scanning her in a way that evokes his hunger perfectly. His eyes were lidded and pupils were blown, Lila scanned over him with the exact same expression, feeling her pussy begin to ache with an insatiable need for Fernando.

She didn’t move away, neither did he, they both walked side by side, their steps unconsciously growing faster towards the so called empty garages. Fernando prayed to every god above that it was empty, and it paid off. It was completely deserted, the smaller rooms too were completely isolated.

“Oh, the doors are locked.” He pointed out, closing the only open door behind them. “Why?” She faced him, slipping off her glasses. Getting a real sight of her eyes and unobstructed face, Alonso thought he would faint- in a good way. Obviously.

“You look beautiful.” He commented, the compliment falling off his lips. He couldn’t deny the slight nervous sensation that followed. Lila thought her breath caught in her throat.

“Thank you. I’m just- a bit blind without them.” She shrugged, placing them absent mined, down onto one side.

“Oh.” He laughed, glancing down to his shoes. “But… they’re locked because everybody is celebrating.”

“Isnt that where you should be?” She giggled, stepping closer, head tilting up to him.

“I would rather be showing you around.”

“How nice.” She giggled, voice cracking, before glancing around the vast room. Two cars stood in the middle, she’d never been so up close to one before. “Oh my god.”

“You can go closer.” He nodded, following behind as she stepped in front of the car. “It’s smaller than what I thought.” She laughed, glancing up to him. Stepping back slightly, her shoulder touched his chest and she felt butterflies emerge again.

“Do you think?” He muttered, voice lower, she tilted her head to the side, exposing the bare skin on her neck further. Fernando wanted so badly to kiss her, but he worried she’d become weirded out. Instead, he reached out slightly, fingers grazing against the outside of her upper thigh. Lila let out an audible breath, turning to face him a little over her shoulder. Her finger tips grazed over the top of his hand, flattening his palm against her dress. On instinct, Fernando stepped closer, she borderline pulled him against her body, feeling her curves in all the right places.

Her hand guided his, resting on her lower stomach before sliding up to her breasts, his fingers squeezed against the flesh and he felt his dick stand to attention, pushed up against her upper bum. With that, she turned around quickly, attaching their lips, hands grabbing at one another and pulling each other closer, tighter, desperately. She pushed her hips up into his, desiring the idea of the older man being so hard for her.

His hands squeezed at her ass, material of her dress pinching between his fingers, almost revealing her. Fernando felt the slide of her hand against the back of his neck, their breathing becoming heavier as they stumbled slightly. He almost lost complete control of himself, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation before he pulled back.

“Not in here. There are cameras.” Instead, he took her hands, pulling her into a small changing room, locking the door behind the two of them.

She stood, lost for breath as he strode towards her again, cradling her face within his and kissing her deeply once more. It was so exciting, the pure passion and hunger between basically two strangers. Lila’s grip loosened off his fireproofs before falling down to his crotch in which the fabric had become painfully tight.

Her hand wrapping around his throbbing cock almost made him finish there and then. Fernando thought that would’ve been highly embarrassing and he knew better, especially at 42 years old. In return, he began pulling at her dress, fingers roughly finding her clothed pussy in which he began rubbing seductively.

It wasn’t long before their pants began filling the room. Lila felt her head spinning as their tongues move against one another’s, teeth occasionally clashing when he’d move forwards, attempting to pull her dress over her head. “Wait.” She giggled slipping the material off her shoulder. “Oh.” Alonso smiled, gently brushing it down off her. Her bare breasts were revealed, pierced nipples driving him crazy as he physically moaned, moving forwards, dipping her back romantically and kissing over her chest.

Lila loved when men paid attention to the sensitive of her breasts. Fernando was perfect at it. His lips and tongue sucked and brushed over her nipples and her moans began filling the room, one hand resting on the back of his head, knocking his cap off, the other pressing against the stone wall. “Oh god.” She began sighing, Fernando thought her moans were sinful and was only pushed to fully free her of her dress, simultaneously rubbing at her pussy once again.

When her hand found his, she guided him under her panties, Fernando felt himself moan in sync with her at the wetness which pooled there, yanking them off with this other hand whilst she stepped out. There she was, a fucking Angel, completely stripped naked in front of him. He wanted to spend all the time in the world with her there and then, but they were both so desperate.

His fingers worked to find her clit, pleasuring her, her head feeling heavy as she rested her forehead against his, breathing heavily as he rubbed her through her folds. “Fernando.” She moaned out his name, when his middle finger slipped inside of her. He kissed her again, although he made it difficult because of the moans he was causing to escape from her lips.

Lila felt so wet, so tight yet so ready for him. Fernando felt himself becoming weak in the knees, so desperate to fall before her and watch her pleasure grow as he used his mouth. He followed what his body told him to do and hooked a leg over his shoulder, kissing the side of her pussy before directly over her slit.

Lila thought she might go crazy, so pulled his shirt off from over his shoulders, before he properly attached his mouth to her aching core. Fernando was a fucking demon at eating pussy, he pleasured her so well that she was lightheaded from panting so hard. He’d pushed her against the wall, not so rough, but it was enough to make her grind against his mouth for more.

Mixing a finger into the mix, Lila thought she was going crazy, biting down on her thumb in order to not moan so loud. Fernando watched her, enchanted by her beautiful face, contorted with pleasure. He wanted more, he needed more. His cock throbbed so desperately in his pants that he had to reach down and squeeze himself for some sort of relief.

“Fernando.” Her voice cracked as she writhed against the wall, fingers tangled in his hair, he pulled himself up swiftly, wiping his mouth before pressing his lips to hers once again. “Please.” She whispered, pushing at his pants. When she felt the flesh of his large cock in her hands she didn’t hesitate to stand on her tip toes, lifting a leg up over his waist to slide inside of her. Lila was too short, so Fernando lifted her, their kiss becoming deeper as he slipped so easily inside of her.

The stretch of her pussy was something both of them moaned at, their finger tips digging into one another as he grasped at her ass, ducking slowly into her, careful not to hurt the petite girl. She was so young, so pretty and gorgeous, he thought he might’ve lost his mind for doing this with a stranger, but who could blame him when she looked as good as she did.

He fucked into her with all the passion he had, their love making was intense and desperate, their needs and desires playing out in an animalistic session.

“God, you feel so good.” She tugged at his hair. In return he spanked at the flesh of her ass, finger tips brushing closer against her hole that Alonso so desperately wanted to fill. She whimpered at the spank, so he did it again, grunting at the way she writhed on his cock, hips gyrating in time with his thrusts.

His finger tips, again, probed near her hole, the area wet from her arousal, he noticed when he touched her there her moans and pleads became more intense, so slowly, so slowly, he pushed a finger in, causing her to feel so full with Fernando.

“Oh my god.” She moaned, bouncing harder as he pushed his finger in, mesmerised by her as she gripped onto his shoulder with one arm, the other circulating over her clit.

“Mierda.” He cursed, feeling her pussy tighten around his cock. She had no idea what his Spanish meant, but it was fucking sexy. She leant back, watching back to his pleasured face as she bounced against him, his finger still filling her asshole, something that drove her over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum.” She warned with a choke. Fernando felt so proud as her orgasm began to unfold right in front of him. “Cum. Yes, cum for me.” He hushed, her muscles tensing as she climbed to reach her orgasm, his thrusts becoming even harder, borderline animalistic as he fucked her up to, and through her high.

Lila came crashing down in the most overwhelming orgasm that had her crying out. Fernando felt he was close to following, but when he placed a hand on his chest, sensitive from her orgasm, he slowed down, milking her through her orgasm. Her body trembled, her voice broke with each throb of her pussy, she felt like she’d been sent to oblivion and back, so he soothed her with a deep kiss.

“So good.” He hushed, cock twitching. She regained her senses and hummed against his lips, feeling him pull his finger and cock out and ease her down onto the the ground. Lila felt a little wobbly but fell to her knees. “You don’t ha-” Alonso went to protest, but she’d already taken him in her mouth.

The bobbing of her head drove him crazy, he was seething, hissing with pleasure, and when he felt it, he was embarrassed of how quick it happened. He tapped on her head as a warning and she simply replaced her lips with her hand and began jerking him off, onto the floor below with a slight moan.

Fernando’s vision went white before he screwed his eyes back, head falling back in undeniable pleasure, a warm sensation rushing through his cock and abdomen as he squirted his seed out onto the floor below. It was something to worry about cleaning up later. He let out the hottest groan followed by pants as he gasped for his breath back, his fingers loosening in the grip he didn’t realise he had on her hair before she stood up, the two of them sharing one of the hottest kisses Fernando could imagine.

“I was supposed to interview Max… but I got carried away with you.” She giggled, Alonso smiled and began, enjoying the way she was hanging her arms over his shoulder.

“I’ll be around in Silverstone… maybe I will see you then.” Quicker than she appeared, Lila vanished again and Fernando was left with the humbling task of cleaning up after himself. It didn’t take long, but he felt a little disappointed she’d left. His mind was still foggy from the love making, his high still bubbled through him but yet when he scanned the garage for her she was gone. The only thing which was left was her glasses, resting neatly to one side. Alonso was careful to place them inside his pocket. At least he had a reason to sought her out once more.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Blue Blood and Rain [1]

King John X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info •ko-fi•

Summary: You meet a stranger in the stables.

Series Masterlist

A/N: I have totally made up servant/nobel dynamics because I wanted to and also let's forget about the plot of the film, yes?

Warnings: kissing, reader is in their early 20s, overuse of italics, typos, power dynamics because he's the king, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2820

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It wasn’t that going to the royal castle was boring, as much as it was exhausting. And very, very boring, now that you thought about it. 

You were the personal attendant to The Dowager Countess of Bowhale, who was visiting the court for the spring festival with her son, The Earl of Bowhale, a man who was only seven months your senior. They were both on average kind, well-meaning people, even if they were set in their own ways, who paid well and certainly granted you with a degree of personal freedom that you knew many servants didn’t even dream of. 

Hugo, the Earl, was his mother’s, Edith, only surviving child. A fact that obviously made The Countess fiercely protective, however in the last few years that shielding behaviour had metamorphosed into a safeguarding of a different kind: the continuation of the family name. 

Barely a day passed without her bringing up the need for her son to either marry (a complicated matter) or take a mistress.

Which was why she had been hell bent on attending the spring festival to peruse a suitable noble from the court, believing that ‘seeing a young woman face to face is the only way to tell if she would be a good mother to her son’s children.’ 

You helped The Countess into her dress for the evening, making sure you nodded and said, “yes, my lady”, at all the correct moments as she spoke. 

“I think there will be some chance of seeing a suitable suitor tonight, if not tomorrow. I know most of the court is present, but many outer nobles are not arriving until the morning.” 

“Yes, my lady.” You adjusted her skirts. 

“Hugo needs to seriously consider his future, the legacy of his father’s name.” She sighed. “I spoke to him again this morning.” 

“Yes, my lady.” 

“He is as insolent as ever. His father was never like this. I do not know where he gets it from.” 

You smile, “Perhaps his lordship takes his strong-willed nature from his mother, my lady?” 

She looks down at your grinning face and laughs at your tease. “You are terrible my dear,” but she beams and puffs out her chest, enjoying the praise. “And far too kind on him, there’s no way his will could match my own.” 

You laugh, and are about to speak when the door to The Countess's rooms open and Hugo barges in. 

“Mother, I- Oh,” he gives you a little smile and half bow as a greeting. You nod back.

“So I see she is deserving of a formal greeting and not I?” The Countess scows, but you know from experience that if someone had entered without acknowledging you they would have also faced reprimand. 

Hugo pulls a face. “Mother-”

“And what about knocking Hugo? Since we are in his highness’s house, on his highness’s hospitality I do not think that forgoing manners should be our way forward.” 

He sighs, but nods, before waiting for a moment to see if she will continue talking. 

The Countess nods. 

You stand up, watching them going back and forth in their regular verbal sparing matches.

“Mother, is it completely necessary for me to join-”

“You surely are not speaking of the possibility of not attending tonight? Are you?” 

“Mother-”

“Because if you were, I would be-”

“It wouldn’t be anything, an Earl can retire to his-”

“An Earl would not insult the hospitality of his King.” 

“Mother-”

She held up her hands. “I will hear nothing of it.” 

Hugo sighed dramatically, his shoulders slumping in defeat. 

“And what are you wearing? You are covered in mud.” She tutted.

“I was riding and-”

“Riding? At this hour?” 

He nodded. “Some of the knights and other Earls went to the forest and-”

The Countess tutted dramatically. 

“I was going to take Stefen to the stable and brush him down instead of attending.” 

She raised her eyebrows. “You intended to brush your horse instead of attending? There are servants for that exact duty Hugo.” 

He shrugged frowning, you knew how much he enjoyed taking care of his horse. “I do not trust the staff here, they do not know Stefen, they-”

The Countess shook her head, “you are attending. Go, get bathed and dress, Robert will assist you.” 

“But Mother, Stefen-”

The Countess turned to you quickly, “Will you do me the favour of going to the stables and getting Stefen ready for the night?” She smiled kindly at you and you nodded.

“Of course my lady.”

“See?” She turned to her son. “Now we have a trusted member of staff to care for him.” She said triumphantly. “Or do you not trust her to look after him here?” 

Hugo gave you an apologetic look, he hadn’t meant to lump you with the task. But you smile back, and he returns a weak nod. 

“Of course that’s fine,” he said defeated. 

You often groomed Stefen, he was a powerful and grumpy animal that tended to only obey four people, Hugo, the two main stable hands at Bowhale, and you. He tolerated others for the most part, but was quite difficult when something set him off. 

“Good.” The Countess clapped her hands together. 

.

You finished helping The Countess get ready before you stepped out of her rooms and headed for the stables. The evening light was just starting to dim into twilight. 

Hugo caught up with you on the stairs, gently touching your arm to get your attention.

“I’m so sorry.” 

You smile kindly, “what for, my lord?” 

“Making you settle Stefen in, I,” he sighed, “I could have easily done it earlier, I just wanted an excuse to… not go…”

Your smile widened. “I know, Hugo, please don’t worry, besides, I like taking care of Stefen.”

He gives you a grin, his spirit lifting as they always did when you used his first name. “Thank you, I-”

“Hugo!” The far-off call of The Countess echoed around the castle and you chuckled while he groaned. 

“Have fun!” You waved as you continued down the stairs. 

He nodded disheartenedly. 

. 

You got a little lost on your way to the stables and had to ask a stern looking guard the way. When you arrived and introduced yourself to the head stable hand the poor man looked relieved. 

Stefan greeted you happily, and had no qualms about letting you brush and clean the mud and grime from his coat. Much to the other stable hands's shock. 

It wasn’t long before the sky was dark and you were left alone in the stables with the horses. 

“You need to be nicer to others Stefan.” You scowled with a grin. 

He whinnied, seeming to laugh playfully at you as you stroked his neck. 

“That’s a beautiful horse.” 

The low voice behind you made you jump and you spun around quickly. Stefan sensed your discomfort, snorting and stepping forward to try to put himself between you and the stranger. 

“It’s alright,” you hushed, patting his side and calming him. You turned to where the voice had come from, the stranger’s outline was just visible in the low candlelight. “Thank you, it is The Earl of Bowhale’s horse.” 

“A fine beast for sure.” The stranger nodded, but did not step closer. “I have heard he has a temper.” 

You smile and nod. “He is a little set in his ways, strong-willed,” you stroke Stefan affectionately, “but he is a loyal companion if you earn his trust.”

“And it seems that you have.” 

You smile again at the stranger. “I would like to think so, The Earl and I used to train him when he was a colt. He is used to me.” 

“You ride?” 

“A little,” you turn back to Stefan briefly as he nudges your shoulder and stroke him again, “occasionally I accompany The Earl or Countess when they wish.” 

“Hmm.” 

“And what of you stranger? Do you ride, or are you just of this disposition to watch horses while they rest and harass servants with questions?” You tease playfully. 

He chuckles lightly and waits a beat before he steps closer and leans against the wood of Stefan’s stall. The flame light flickers against his features and dread grips your inside in its icy hold. 

You freeze for a second, eyes wide before you bow your head and curtsy as low as you can. “Your Highness, I apologise, I did not realise it was you in the dark.” 

Your mind rushes with thoughts, you were going to get punished, put in the stocks, maybe even imprisoned, why wasn’t he at the event? Why was he here seemingly stalking about in the dark? 

He wasn’t wearing his crown, his clothing obviously expensive but not the attire for entertaining the court. 

King John laughed again, but the sound wasn’t unkind. “You were all for questioning me a second ago, am I so fierce that you can’t even raise your head to look at me?” 

You keep your position, looking down, panicking on what to do, how to-

“Hmm?” He hooks his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “Has the servant lost her voice?” 

You shake your head. “No, Your Highness.” 

“Then answer my question.” His voice is low, nearly a growl. The pretence of softness hiding something much sharper underneath. 

“You are fierce, Your Highness.” You whisper and he grins. 

“And yet, you look at me?” He keeps his touch on your chin light.

“You are making me, Your Highness.” The words slip from your tongue before you truly have a chance to understand them and you screw your face up the second they are spoken. 

But he laughs quietly and drops his hand to his side. “There, I wonder what you will do under your own will.” 

You pause and swallow, taking a deep breath before opening your eyes and looking back up at him. 

His grin widens. He observes you for a moment, the look in his eyes dark, predatory. And for a second you are sure that you made the wrong choice. 

“Stand,” he says, his voice still soft and you obey slowly, “much better, I do not need you to stay in a curtsy, my pride is not so vast that I need to have everyone at my feet.” 

You stay quiet, biting at your lip and pulling at the skin around your nails, but watch him carefully.

“You are Edith Bowhale’s personal attendant, are you not?” 

“I am.” You nod, not wanting to fall short and lose whatever small grace has decided to put you in the King’s favour and not chagrin. 

He hums a response, looking away from you for a second and you can feel relief flood your veins as you are out of his sharp glare. The consolation is short lived however, as he quickly stares back at you. 

“She was speaking to me about many things, though I have to admit upon seeing you I wished I had been paying more attention.” He smiles, his voice like silk as he takes a step closer.

You pause for a second, your mind slow to catch up with the meaning of his words. “I, wait, I’m sorry, Your Highness, I-”

He chuckles and brushes his fingers against your cheek, a light touch that makes you jump and startle back. 

“So skittish,” he teases, “over just a touch.” 

“I-”

“A touch from your King no less,” he tuts, “I should be insulted.”

“No, that’s not, not my intention, I-”

Stefan whinnies, seemingly unhappy with how close the King is getting to you and King John uses your brief distraction to his advantage. He grabs hold of your bicep and pulls you out of the stall and swings the wooden door closed. 

You can hear Stefan neighing in distress as he pushes you up against the door, his griping your arm tight. 

“Calm the horse.” He says softly, his piercing eyes seeming to sink into your very soul.

You swallow, your mouth dry, but tap the door. “Stefan,” you say softly. 

The horse calms slightly at your voice.

“It’s alright, don’t worry,” you repeat your words a few times until you hear him start to settle and wish they could have the same effect on you. Your heart races, your breath catching in your throat. 

He delights for a moment in your obvious discomfort. “My, my, I have never seen a servant to a Countess so shy.” 

You stay quiet, heat rising to your skin. You try to focus on his mouth, but no matter how hard you try you are drawn back to his striking eyes, as if he holds some bewitching magic to keep you under his control. 

Slowly he raises his left hand up, giving you plenty of time to see it before he gently touches his fingertips to your cheek, lightly stroking your skin. You still jump a little, naturally trying to flinch away. 

It makes him smile even more, taking a deep pleasure in your flustered reaction. He breathed in deeply, as if he were savouring a flower, “aw, what’s wrong? Does the little servant not know how to address her King? How to behave in his presence?” 

“I… I’m sorry, Your Highness.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. 

He grins wickedly at how timid you have seemingly become. “Now, now,” he teases, his voice thick and heavy, “there’s no need to apologise with those words… how about you tell me something sweet instead?” 

You frown in confusion, “something sweet?” 

He leans a little closer, caging you in. “Something nice.” He languidly runs his fingers down lower, along your jaw and to your neck. Your racing heartbeat drums against his fingers and a giddy thrill runs down his spine. 

“I…”

“Something nice,” he repeats, “something that you could never normally say to someone like me, something that will make me smile.” 

Once again your words slip out of your mouth as if you had no control over them, his hypnotic gaze seemingly completely destroying your survival instinct, “you’re beautiful,” you whisper. 

He freezes the moment you utter the words, your eyes going wide as you realise what you said. The syllables of your sentence seemingly echo around the stable, ringing and repeating clearly in your mind as if you had screamed them from the rooftops. 

A faint dusting of pink highlights his cheeks, but thankfully you cannot see it in the candlelight, he smiles slowly, moving his hand up and tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. 

“Repeat that.” He breaths. 

Your heart beats so forcefully you’re sure you're going to faint. “You’re so very beautiful.” 

He chuckles, leaning closer until his nose bumps against yours and preening a little at the compliment. “You know such words from such an unexpected source only mean more… thank you.” 

He dissolves the last centimetres separating you and presses his lips to yours, swallowing down your little gasp of surprise and licking into your mouth without hesitation. His hand is warm on your neck, his body pressing up against yours as if he expects you to push him away, to run. Instead, your fingers sink into his shirt, pulling him closer as you kiss him back with equal further, a lamb happily going to the slaughter. 

He growls, low in the chest when you reciprocate, heat blooming in his lower stomach as he pushes even closer and rubs his quickly hardening cock against your hip. 

You gasp a little in surprise, but quickly regain yourself, wrapping your arm around his neck and urging him closer, needing to feel every part of him. 

This couldn’t be real, this was impossible, you had to be dreaming. Maybe Stefan had reared up as you brushed him and you’d stumbled and hit your head, it was seemingly the only logical conclusion. You might as well enjoy this delusion as long as it lasted. 

His kisses grow more demanding, more urgent and he nips at your bottom lip, groaning at your high-pitched sigh. And then whining himself when you repeat the action on him, forcing your tongue into his mouth and pulling sweet sounds from his lips. 

There was-

The stable door slams open, “Your Highness, I have come to-”

King John turns furiously, “What?” He yells at the poor servant sent to fetch him. 

It’s like a dam has been broken, your mind snaps back to your senses. What were you doing? What the hell were you doing? Kissing The King in a barely lit stable. 

The servant stammers a little, saying something that you can’t for the life of you hear. He is silhouetted in the darkness, unseeable and the King steps closer, giving him a verbal dressing down.

You slip out the side door, and rush back to your room. Thankful for the clouded night sky that keeps your face in shadow and identity hidden from possible prying eyes. 

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[irisintheafterglow]

Hey!! Can you write some fluff hcs of katsuki taking you to prom? Thank u so much! 🥰

AAAAAA YES I CAN I LOVE THISSS fun fact i didn't get to go to senior prom because i got sick on the day of :(( but i love any excuse to wear a fancy dress !!!

cw: swearing, implied fem!reader but no she/her pronouns or descriptions, this got super long because i got carried away oops :)) hope you like this!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

alright let's be honest if y'all don't already know each other, there's no way he's asking first

he'll think you're super pretty but be too proud to break the tough guy facade and make a move first

buuutttt if you're already kinda in with the bakusquad then it's a little easier for him to ask

and by ask i mean just tell you that you're going to prom with him

you're sitting next to him in the common room doing homework and he just goes

"go to prom with me."

"huh?"

"go to prom with me, 'cause who the fuck else you gonna go with."

"you're a royal asshole, you know that?" and then you pack up your stuff and go back to your dorm and he's like wait shit fuck that's not how that was supposed to go fUCK

so then the next day he's like "go to prom with me."

"are you fucking serious-"

"please?"

and this man never says please so you decide to give him a shot

you've thought he was attractive since your first year but didn't think he would be interested

and then, when you became friends, it seemed abundantly clear that he was too busy training and going on missions to have a relationship

when really he's just terrified of losing you if you don't reciprocate his feelings

so after much convincing from the rest of his friends, he mustered up the courage to ask you tell you to go to prom with him

you already know he was in the group chat after the first attempt to ask you going like

"guys i fucked up"

"bakubro what did you do"

"i told them to go to prom with me and they walked away"

"i think you're leaving out a crucial part of the story"

"ok and i said no one else would go with them"

"dUDE"

"IDIOT"

"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT"

"I WAS FUCKING NERVOUS"

if you don't already have a dress, he's going dress shopping with you

sits in the waiting area of the fitting room holding a stack of glittery fabrics and doesn't give one (1) fuck about it

definitely the type to whistle under his breath when you walk out in ~the dress~

he has no idea what the fuck he's doing so he's a little,,,,abrasive when it comes to shopping with you

"you need shoes? let's get you some new fucking shoes, then."

"that color is hideous. choose something else because you're too good-looking for shit like that."

"d'you think this color would look good with my eyes? no? damn, harsh crowd."

on the night of prom he's 20 minutes early to pick you up

so he just sits on the floor of your dorm in his suit with his arm propped up on his knee while he watches you finish your makeup

he's mentally taking note of the products you use and the colors you like so if you ever ran out, he could get them for you

you come out of the bathroom and ask him how you look and he genuinely feels like he's suffocating because he can't breathe

after like 30 seconds of staring he just

"damn."

is attached to you at the hip for the remainder of the night

i'm not kidding

his arm is around your waist at all times unless you go to the bathroom or he goes to grab a drink

brags about how good you look at any chance he gets

"yeah, see that dress? i helped pick that out, assholes," he says with a shit-eating grin and the rest of his friends are like 👍ok bro

they know how big of a crush he's had on you so they're amused by how smug he is now

if you force him onto the floor to slow dance he forgets all sense of rhythm

keeps stepping on your feet

tells you to move even though he's stiffer than a wooden board

has no idea where to put his hands and can't look you in the eyes without turning bright pink

you kiss him on the cheek and he fucking freezes LMAO

turns over his shoulder and sees his friends with their phone cameras out like paparazzi (he doesn't mind)

asks you out properly at the end of the night and it's not just a command

instead of "get lunch with me sometime" it's

"get lunch with me sometime? if you wanna, you don't need to if you don't want to-"

and then you kiss him! to make him shut up! and he's a feely mess for the next three days straight until he sees you again

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[unfinishedslurs]

prank gone wrong (viral!) (steddie)

Eddie’s been someone’s dirty little secret before.

He’s got a type, okay? Unfortunately hot jocks are often the type of asshole to get sucked off behind the bleacher and then turn around and spit in his face about it. Going right back to their friends to talk shit about what a freak Eddie is, never mind the fact that his mouth still tastes like their nasty fucking jizz. He’s used to it by now. Used to people who pretend they barely know each other. He’s not asking they parade their relationship for the whole town to see, just someone who doesn’t pretend they’re strangers. Is that too much to ask? 

He’s so fucking stupid. He really thought this time would be different.

Steve Harrington barreled into his life like a goddamn train and Eddie’s been derailed ever since.

The first time he met Steve he was six. Eddie still lived with his mom, and she took him to the park, where he met a little boy who wrinkled his nose and told him he smelled bad. Steve does not remember this, and turned red with mortification the first time Eddie told him

After that incredible hit to baby Eddie’s self-esteem, they didn’t interact much, existing on the periphery of each others lives. He figured it didn’t matter. Harrington was a year under him, and a douche besides. Was ready to leave town from the moment he learned to walk. As soon as he graduated, he could finally get the hell out of this place and never think about the assholes he went to school with again.

His mom leaves. His dad gets arrested. He moves in with his Uncle Wayne, who only has one bedroom in his trailer and won’t take no for an answer when he gives it to Eddie. 

Eddie doesn’t graduate.

(Harrington comes back to school different after Byers beats him up. Eddie doesn’t notice. He’s got bigger things to worry about.)

They don’t talk in Eddie’s second run of senior year either. He hears the gossip, sees him come to school with stitches in his forehead and no girlfriend. Still, it’s none of his damn business. He rolls his eyes at the rumors and stays far away from Billy Hargrove.

Steve Harrington graduates. Eddie doesn’t.

And this is where his careful distance falls apart.

It’s the mall’s fault of course. What isn’t? Businesses closing down, rent going up, his resolve crumbling. All over some fucking ice cream. God, Eddie should have just turned around. Left the store and the mall and the entire damn town behind. 

He’s aware he’s being melodramatic, but in his defense he’s queer in Indiana. He has a right to be. 

Anyways, the point is that Eddie saw Harrington’s little blue shorts and red lips and cannot be held responsible for what happened after. 

(They fucked. That’s what happened. They fucked, and kept fucking, and then after the mall burned down Steve showed up on his doorstep with suspiciously placed bruises and his coworker and looked at Eddie with pleading eyes. He didn’t even bring Robin home to her parents like a sensible person, just insisted on having her there because they were a package deal now and couldn’t be separated. Like puppies, Robin said when he looked at her. Last he checked, she wanted to bite Steve’s head off, and now they were attached at the hip?

He got used to it quickly. He had to. She comes on half their dates. Steve’s lucky he’s so cute.)

Now, nearly five months after Steve served him ice cream for the first time, he feels his heart shatter in the Hawkins High parking lot. 

“Harrington,” Dustin shouts, and it carries across the empty lot. Steve’s head jerks up and he waves, Robin standing beside him. “Steve, c’mere!”

Steve tilts his head. “What?”

“Come. Here.” Dustin repeats, enunciating clearly. Mike and Lucas look at him like he’s insane. So do Gareth, Jeff, and Chuck. 

Steve, who is standing a mere 20 feet away, turns to Robin and says something that makes her snort. Eddie can practically hear his bitchy murmur. 

“Is that Harrington’s girlfriend?” He hears Gareth ask. He has to swallow his laughter. 

“Yes,” Dustin says.

“No,” Mike corrects. 

“He won’t admit anything, but he always has a bunch of hickies and stuff after hanging out with her,” Lucas clarifies, because half the time when Steve says he’s hanging out with Robin he's actually with Eddie. The fact that Robin is usually still there is irrelevant. Marking up his boyfriend is one of his favorite pastimes. He refuses to let his boyfriend’s “soulmate” get in the way just because she refuses to sleep in one of the Harrington’s fancy guest rooms like a normal person unless he kicks her out. The way they both pout at him for it is fucking ridiculous. He ends up giving in half the time, and then lies awake and cold on the very edge of the bed because Robin starfishes her way across the rest and Steve is a blanket hog. 

The first time he tried giving Steve a hickey as some kind of dominance move for privacy, Robin stared him dead in the eye and didn’t back down. 

“I can do that too,” she said, and promptly bit Steve on the shoulder. Steve, who was shirtless and already slightly dazed from Eddie’s ministrations, let out an honest to God squeak. Like a dog toy. Eddie and Robin both stared at him before breaking into loud cackles that had a blushing Steve yelling at them before finally burrowing under the covers and refusing to come out. Needless to say, Eddie didn’t get laid that night. 

“Harring-ton,” Dustin whines. 

“I’m literally right here. You come here.”

He did, if only to grab Steve by the wrist and drag him to where everyone else was standing. Steve squawks. “When we’re late for dinner with Ma, I’m telling her it was your fault—“

“I want you to meet everyone!”

“I went to school with them!”

“Yeah, but they think you’re still a dick,” he says, as if they’re not standing right there. Steve is similarly engrossed in their conversation, not even noticing that Dustin’s stopped walking. 

“They can think whatever—“ he walks right into Eddie and lets out a startled oof. Eddie, who let it happen, catches him as he flails. 

“Well hello to you too,” he says, not bothering to hide his amusement. 

Steve looks at him with wide eyes, gaze dropping down to his lips before whirling around and snapping, “Henderson!”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“I didn’t do anything,” Lucas mimics under his breath, ducking behind Steve when Dustin turns around with the fury of a thousand suns in his eyes. 

He just stands there, hands on his hips as the kids bicker around him. 

“Oh, so now we can talk?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve asks, brow furrowed like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s talking about. 

Eddie can’t help but laugh, a sharp sound that makes Steve jump. “What do you think it means, Harrington? You never want to talk to me in front of the kids! Don’t want to dirty your hands with the Freak in public, I guess.”

“I…what are you talking about?”

[no talkie henderosn]

“What?” His eyes get wide, panicked, as he reaches for Eddie. “Eddie, that’s not—you have to know that’s not what I meant by that. I never meant it like that!”

“Then how did you mean it?”

Steve mumbles something he can’t make out. 

“Speak up, sweetheart.” It comes out mean, he knows it does, but he’s feeling a little mean right now. Lashing out like a wounded animal just because his boyfriend didn’t want to talk to him in public. 

Actually, when he puts it that way, he remembers he’s justified. 

Steve says something again, still incomprehensible. Eddie rolls his eyes. “If you can’t stop mumbling, I’ll just leave.”

That does the trick. “I thought we were playing a prank on Henderson together!” 

Eddie gapes at him. “What?”

“I thought,” he repeats, running an anxious hand through his hair, “we were pretending not to know each other to mess with the kid. Eddie, baby, you’ve gotta know I wouldn’t have done it if I’d known you were hurting. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t I…” This can’t be real. He’s been agonizing for months, and for what? A prank? Just some stupid, shitty prank Steve thought he was in on? He’s going to jump off the quarry. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have had so much fun with that!”

“I thought you knew!”

“How would I have known? I can’t read your mind!”

“You can sometimes,” he says, pouting. Eddie wishes they weren’t in the middle of an argument, he wants to kiss those lips so bad. 

He groans into his hands. “It’s significantly easier to tell when your boyfriend wants to fuck than it is to read ‘Hey, let’s play a prank on this twelve year old,’ on someone’s face, sweetheart.”

“I guess,” Steve huffs. Then his face softens. Eddie lets himself be drawn in by the wrist, helpless in the face of his sweet smile. “We can stop,” he promises, swaying in close enough for his breath to ghost across Eddie’s lips. “We could walk into Hellfire tomorrow holding hands, if you wanted to. Anything you want, just say the word.”

“How would we walk into Hellfire? It’s at your house.”

Steve pinches him for that. 

[jisungsbff01]

.like i need you.5.

...pairing…Chan x reader

...w.c... 2.3k

...genre…slice-of-life, college au!

...warnings…anxiety attack, mentions of not eating, insomnia

...characters...Y/N, (OC) Lilith, (OC) June, Chan, Jisung, Hyunjin(rest of members mentioned)

...synopsis...No one ever really knows what they wanna do in their 20s, but Y/N has always known what she was going to do. So, she began the journey to her dream and is so close to reaching it with no distractions at all. Until she is thrown into a project with Hyunjin, a fellow senior in college, and he introduces her to a few of his friends...connecting with one in particular...

Her whole plan is soon thrown off the track she’s had it on for 21 years….

A/N: I haven’t properly edited this chapter yet, but I wanted to get something out.

 Now that our regular class finals were over, Hyunjin and I were working overtime for the day we had left for our project. We were so close to getting where we needed it to be for his presentation of it and I was getting antsy. Currently, I was holed up in the producing studio I knew that later he would be at the dance studio across town. And, if I am being honest, I haven’t spoken to anyone in almost two days. Not even Hyunjin to discuss the project, granted he was too busy perfecting his routine to notice. In turn, this meant that I haven’t properly eaten… I had no one to drag me for coffee and something to eat and I have been too wrapped up in either the studio or my room on my computer to notice anything else. 

My phone has long been put on Do Not Disturd and I was finally getting somewhere with the background vocals. I’ve never been this picky with my songs, but I think since the main music part is mostly just me, I am overthinking it. I’ve never had to do main vocals and I am by far the best singer there is, but in the end had to for this so I’m kind of stuck with it. 

Although it was on Do Not Disturb, my phone would still occasionally light up with various notifications, and the last time it did, it was 5AM. My body was aching and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open. I knew I was not going to be able to continue on properly with being as tired as I was and I hadn’t slept in over 24 hours and a little nap wouldn’t hurt. I set an alarm on my phone for 45 minutes and rolled up my hoodie as a make-shift pillow and I rested my head on it and let sleep take me in it’s comforting embrace.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

I was awoken by someone’s hand on my shoulder, calling my name. It was Han Jisung. How the hell did he get in here? I shoot up straight and look around, slightly confused as to where I was…but it all floods back rather quickly, “Ji? What are you doing here?”

He meekly brushed a few strands of hair out of my face as he responded, “I was getting a studio for Chris and I before he got here and the receptionist asked me to check in on the person in here because they’ve been in here since yesterday morning…have you eaten anything, Y/N?”

I stretch widely and got up, back to my seat at the desk and shake my head, “Too busy. I’m okay, though- thank you for checking on me I probably needed to wake up soon anyway-wait…what time is it?” My body panics slightly.

Jisung looks down at his watch and responds, “It’s 6:30, why?”

“Shit, I was supposed to be awake an hour ago…it’s okay, Ji. Again, thank you, but I have to get back to work. But, please tell the receptionist I’m okay.” I dismiss him rather quickly.

He mutters something as he walks out hesitantly. 

I continue to work, going in and out of the recording booth…deleting and rerecording clips here and there, adjusting the bass and trebel, the balance between vocals and instrumentals, going back through the whole song until I was satisfied. Which eventually happened. Only, it was 8:45 by the time that happened. But, finally I was done…and it was basically a whole new song, for the most part. I knew by this time Hyunjin would be at the dance studio, so I decided to head straight there.

Picking up is favorite drink along the way, which the shop owner decided to give me for free this morning for some reason, I made it to the studio by 9 exactly. I quietly made my way into the building, trying not to disrupt anyone and found Hyunjin stretching to soft music. The temperature outside left a bite of cold in the air in the studio, but I’m sure once he got moving he would be grateful for the temperature. 

I mumbled a ‘good morning’ to my friend as I handed him his drink and I sat on the couch, legs folded under me. The tall man went from being on the floor to towering over me in a heartbeat. 

“So I got a call from Jisung this morning…” he started off.

“Oh, yeah? Saw him this morning briefly, one of the few people who have woken me up that haven’t gotten their eyes clawed out, by the way.” I respond with a gravelly voice.

“Mhm, he told me that you haven’t been out of the studio in almost 24 hours?” He states frustratedly. 

“Yes, I got caught up, what’s the big deal, Hyun?”

“The big deal is that you haven’t eaten either, Y/N…you need to eat, and sleep.”

“Don’t worry, I grabbed a snack on my way here, ate it already…mom.” I mumble the last part, because I felt like I was being scolded by my mom.

“Okay, well you probably didn’t eat enough, so what is going to happen is you are going to take a nap here so I know you are actually sleeping and once you are awake, we are going to get you some real food.” 

“I’m not gonna say no to sleep right now, that’s for sure.” 

He tosses me his hoodie and I opt to use that as a blanket, once again, I fall asleep rather quickly and stay that way, even over the music and the dancing in the background. You would think the sounds would keep me from falling asleep, normally they probably would, but in the moment, they lull me to sleep instead. 

I only wake up once and it was when Felix and Chris stopped by, Chris had a blanket in hand and was more than ready to swap out Hyunjin’s hoodie for a proper blanket. He sat next to me, just above my head…and for some reason, I rested my head on his thigh. He stilled for a moment, before relaxing and laying his hand on my arm. I couldn’t help but fall asleep once again. 

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

I wake up from the feeling of strong nausea. And an extremely tight chest…

I shoot up from my position on the couch, interrupting whatever conversation everyone was having, and darting to the bathroom. Nothing came up, but I sat there dry heaving for a while. I’ve always hated getting sick in this way, I always felt helpless and no matter what, I always wanted my mom. I suddenly started crying, I felt like shit, hungry but too nauseous to eat. 

My blood sugar was definitely low and my mental health was now taking a drop. And I realize how hard it was getting to breathe.My breaths come out in sporadic huffs as I try to catch my breath just so I could begin to take slow breaths, to calm myself down. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this, especially not Chris. With shaky hands I message Hyunjin, asking him to come into the bathroom.

Within a couple of minutes, he’s running into the enclosed space. My hair, once pulled up into a bun, was now hanging in the hair tie by my shoulders. It was hot, too hot and I felt like I was going to throw up, even though I knew I couldn’t. He took a hair tie off his wrist and pulls my hair up, my head lulls back as he does so and he grabs my hand and sets it over his heart. There’s a loud roaring in my ears and I can hardly hear what he is saying but by the gesture, I understand that he is attempting to get me to breathe at the rate he was.

Suddenly he grabs his phone and dials someone, I still can’t hear him and I am at the point where I genuinely feel like I’m dying. My chest hurts, my throat hurts, and my lungs are beginning to ache from lack of proper oxygen. I see Hyunjin stand up and pull away to wet his hands under the faucet, coming back to put cool water on my forehead and the base of my neck. Out of the corner of my eye I see movement, but am unable to focus…or even care. Hyunjin goes out of view and Chris comes into view, my hand is pulled to his chest and his heartbeat is more noticeable than Hyun’s. He grabs my face so that I am looking at him in the eye and I begin to faintly hear him,” In, out, in out.”

He keeps a steady tempo to it as he continues to instruct my breathing and he hesitates to ask, “Would it be better if I hugged you?”  

I nodded, knowing that deep pressure has helped with attacks like this in the past for me, and once he wraps his arms around me, I am able to relax. My breathing doesn’t let up right away, and I am a little more aware my my surroundings, but I am able to request that he hug me tighter. I sigh out in relief once he gives me what I ask and I rest my head on his shoulder, noticing that Hyunjin had left. 

Once I calm down a bit more, he asks if I need a minute alone. I nod my head in response, needing to wet the cotton-mouth I have going on. He lets me know he was just going to be back in the studio whenever I was ready to come back. I rinsed out my mouth and walked out the door anyway, wiping the tears that gathered in my eyes. As I entered the dance studio, I noticed we had a few more additions to our little gathering. Everyone was here at this point, I made eye-contact with Chris as everyone still socialized amongst each other and signaled for him to come outside the door. I saw him grab my bag and say something to Hyunjin before following me out.

 He made sure the door closed behind him as I spoke, “I think I’m gonna head home, I’m just not feeling it.”

He watched me closely before taking a deep breath through his nose, “Not feeling it, or not feeling good?”

“Both?” I stated, unsure.

“Have you eaten anything?” He asked, knowing the answer already.

“No.”

“Let’s eat before you go home.”

“Chris, I’m not really-” “No, for my peace of mind, I need to see you eat something. Jisung told me how he found you and that you hadn’t eaten. You need to eat, even if it’s something small.”

I think about it before giving in and he’s driving us to a local cafe. 

Chris and I sat and ate for about an hour before he took me back to my apartment, walking me up. 

I felt the warmth of his body following behind me, guarding me…like I’m going to run at the first possible moment. I knew he was worried about me, he was the only one who really hid it well around me. And the past few weeks we’ve grown closer, we’ve gotten each other to open up and have even spoken countless times through text and over the phone. It was in this moment I truly felt feelings friends aren’t supposed to have for each other. I wanted nothing but him in my life. In this moment everything was quiet with him, the stress was gone when I was with him. I was happy and safe when I was with him. 

With him, everything was perfect.

I pulled my keys out of the pocket of my coat, in doing so my bag slid off my shoulder. He caught it, slipping it off my arm so that he could hold it. Before I could turn the knob to open the door, he softly grasped my upper arm, “Y/N, wait…”

My head cocks slightly to the side, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He looked like he was in pain, like, physical pain. I grab his hand off my arm, my fingers knotting with his and let out a hum in questioning, asking for an answer. He nods his head and whispers, “Yeah, I’m okay, I just…”

He suddenly pulled me closer to him, still speaking in a low voice, “Tell me if you don’t want this.”

“Want wha”

He kissed me, and it took a heartbeat for me to completely wrap my head around it and reciprocate but once I did oh. I parted my lips, asking…begging for more. I hear my bag drop to the ground as he brings one hand up my body to rest on my hip, the other on my jaw, the tips of his fingers curling in my hair. I pulled him closer by his waist, wanting our bodies welded together at this point. I take a chance and nibble on his lower lips, earning a groan from deep in his throat. My body filled with heat and I wanted more. But I didn’t get more. He pulled away, his body tense and shaking slightly. 

“Yeah, I’m okay, pretty girl.” He said to me, still holding me close to his body. For a few moments, we stayed like that. Until he pressed a few more light kisses to my lips, then my right cheek, left cheek, forehead,nose, jaw, and finally to my neck. I gasped from the sensation, my body still humming. 

He actually pulled away this time, leading my body back and handed my bag back to me, turning the knob that I had barely gotten a chance to unlock before he kissed me. He turned my body, pressed a chaste kiss on the crown of my head before leading me in my shared apartment.”I will see you later, pretty girl. Get some sleep, yeah?”

I nodded, pressing my lips into a fine line, closing the door as he walked away.

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[krisstheidiot]

1-Character Intros 1.0

A/N:- It's a lot but I thought this would be more of an effective background and context than in pics so yeah spare me guys I wrote this with half my usual braincell lol

@series directory

Name: Y/N Holmes

Age: 18

Year: Freshmen (Fall Sem)

Major: Double major in Computer science and Film Studies with a minor in Fashion Design.

Extracurriculars: Student Rep in the student council, Tennis, Theatre, Writing.

Vibes: Chaotic Academia, Occasionally casual chic, Smiley, Crack most of the time, Spontaneous, Very Indecisive, Sarcasm goes undetected as jokes, Every word is laced with sarcasm so good luck, history is full of how to pull off crimes but its for research nothing much.

Background: Part French(Maternal) and part British-Korean(Paternal), Skipped two years when she was a kid but then took a gap before applying for college, met Seungmin and Han in 7th grade, Mom is a famous fashion designer, Dad a surgeon, during the gap she took she had gone on a trip around Europe with her mom and made friends in France during the month she stayed there.

Name: Kim Seungmin

Age: 20

Year: Sophomore

Major: Double major in Journalism and Media Arts.

Extracurriculars: Treasurer(Student Council), Runs the campus newsletter, Photography club, Baseball.

Vibes: Smart Casual look, Citycore, Straightforward, does not believe in delulu, Sarcastic mean but funny in a way, will sassy shit on people who bother the people he cares about, pretty smile, is very sentimental inside, book boyfriend coded to the T. (*Mom I want one*)

Name: Han Jisung

Age: 20

Year: Sophomore

Major: Double major in Audio Engineering and Music Technology

Extracurriculars: Extra curriculars head(student council), Music, Part of the band called 3racha on campus, Also the campus radio show host with the other two from 3racha called "Racha Talks"

Vibes: Grunge, graphic tees with blazers, Beatles, Chaos, Very shinchan coded lol, Sirius black outfits, Emo boy x Indie, funny but the stupid kind, Will snort at a funeral, under the surface he is very feeling like very, likes anime, will force you to watch silent voice and then proceed to cry like a baby though ofc you would too, Taps his knee to calm his anxiety.

Name: Bang (Christopher) Chan

Age: 22

Year: Senior

Major: Double major in Music Production and Audio Engineering.

Extracurriculars: President(student council), Music, Part of the band called 3racha on campus, Also the campus radio show host with the other two from 3racha called "Racha Talks".

Vibes: Black, Casual Neat, Comfort is fashion core, Protective, Nice, sweet, Caring, will smile at you for no reason at all, Cry and the person who did it will be 6 feet under, Mans is a walking green flag y'all, Father of 7, Aussie Aussie Aussie, Kangaroo, Very huggable.

Name: Lee Minho

Age: 21

Year: Junior

Major: Major in Dance and Minor in Culinary Arts

Extracurriculars: Vice president(School council), Dance team, Volunteers at the animal shelter.

Vibes: Casual comfortable, does not like being extravagant, add cat fur on every piece of clothing, Convenient chic fashion, Sass in a very aggressive manner, Mans has evil written all over that attractive ass smirk on his face but in a good way ofc, Will not take anyone's shit, prefers cats to humans but honestly who doesn't, Cat butler to his three fur babies(we Stan).

Name: Seo Changbin

Age: 21

Year: Junior

Major: Music technology and Production

Extracurriculars: Secretary(Student Council), Music, Part of the band called 3racha on campus, Also the campus radio show host with the other two from 3racha called "Racha Talks".

Vibes: Black again, But make it more edgy, beanies, gym buddy, will fight someone for you, Mans is strong and fit, intimidating at first look but girl don't kid me he is the sweetest when you get to know him, Badtz Maru but slay, will bring you to eat with him because why the hell not.

Name: Hwang Hyunjin

Age: 20

Year: Sophomore

Major: Fine Arts and Dance.

Extracurriculars: Arts, Dance team, Soccer team.

Vibes: Artsy light academia, Fancy, luxury, part times as a model(flex), Sassy, Judgy sometimes, Side eye 10x, Fears Minho, Sad eater, Seungmin biased, Procrastinates too much, Laughs at every thing you say, Laughing while clapping 100x.

Name: Lee Felix (Yongbok)

Age: 20

Year: Sophomore

Major: Culinary arts.

Extracurriculars: Gaming club, Dance team, E-culture club.

Vibes: Fancy, colourful, pastels, bright, Deep voice baby face, So sunshiney all the time that you might melt from the warmth he radiates, mans is fixated on levelling up in his games, will help you build your pc, rgb went brr, streams a lot on twitch, shouting ensues whenever he is playing headphones recommended to protect your eardrums.

Name: Yang Jeongin

Age: 19

Year: Freshmen(Spring Sem)

Major: Fashion Design

Extracurriculars: Soccer team, Theatre(Costume design), Campus volunteer for extra merits.

Vibes: Modern chic, very stylish, ootd's all the time, very confident somehow and will judge people just because, Sass king, Baby bread, is very much the maknae on top even if he isn't the youngest in a setting, also models part time yay!, this guy will bully you about your height ofc in association with Seungmin.

Name: Simon Daneu

Age: 25

Occupation: CEO of a company specialising in Games and Software called Solyx.

Background: Y/N's Cousin brother but is closer to a real one because of their bond, Part French(Paternal) and part American-Korean(Maternal).

Vibes: Formal casual, Polo shirts, Button ups, corduroy pants, very chic, very overprotective as well, will spoil with no hesitation, still will bully as well with no hesitation whatsoever, likes mocking his younger sisters and brother, will pull out his card even you need the most trivial things because with him no one pays.

Name: Noelle Daneu

Age: 20

Occupation: Famous chef/baker, Owns a line of cafes and bakery/patisseries called 'The Dusk' around that are viral for their desserts and specials, also a model.

Background: Simon's younger sister, Y/N's cousin sister but is closer to a real one because of their bond, Part French(Paternal) and part American-Korean(Maternal).

Vibes: Light academia, Boss girl look, Is very funny, will spoil her younger sibs, Y/N is her baby sister and will be spoiled to bits, besties, Is very sassy which is very much a family trait honestly.

Name: Theo Holmes

Age: 9

Background: Y/N's lil brother, is a elementary student, lives in Seoul, very much rich kid but the good kind.

Vibes: Whatever mom buys lol, acts way too smug for his won good, will get bonked if he doesn't behave, finds it funny when y/n is annoyed and it makes his life a bit better to see her irritated, will tease y/n and then will whine when faced with retaliation, fights like they were enemies and then the very next minute will be giggling around like idiots.

Name: Amelia Wallis

Age: 19

Background: Y/N's bestie from Paris(met when y/n was on the Europe trip)

Vibes: Confident, cool, fashionable, always looking out for y/n, will hit someone for her.

Name: Mattheo Grey

Age: 20

Background: Y/N's bestie from Paris(met when y/n was on the Europe trip)

Vibes: Dark academia, poems, research papers, theatre kid, Hamilton.

Name: Elliot Wesley

Age: 19

Background: Y/N's bestie from London(met when y/n was on the Europe trip and then proceeded to become friends with Mattheo and Amelia)

Vibes: Smug, confident, bold, proud, country club fashion, tennis partners with y/n when she was in London, is very annoying when he wants to be.

Series Taglist:- @hyunverse , @nujeskz , @queen-in-the-shadows , @phtogravi , @authentic-65 , @rylea08 ,......

[maybeimamuppet]

Use this post as an excuse to dump all your Cady headcanons into one post. Go nuts dude.

Love your fics btw :)))

ayyyy thank you nonnie!!!!

i for sure have more but i’m just gonna post the list of headcanons i made to base her on when i first started writing

and usual disclaimer this is her 2018 musical version i have not used some of these and they may not still apply etc etc ANYWAY

tw for death mention

-autistic

-special interest in math, specifically calculus

-polyglot, fluent in english, swahili, french, german, spanish, italian, swedish, and american sign language

-can say any word or sentence backwards, taught herself to read backwards when she was first learning

-sensitive to noise and touch

-swears in different languages when frustrated or hurt

-loves skincare, will pin janis down to make her let her do it to her too

-loves to stim with janis’ hair

-loves janis’ jackets

-and shirts

-steals them whenever she gets the slightest opportunity

-weird medical knowledge

-overly prepared for every possible scenario

-love language is touch

-loves to be snuggled

-tries to touch janis at all times, janis just goes with it

-doesn’t like soft touch, too tickly

-teaches janis asl for when one of them is nonverbal (or just for fun)

-loves fruit

-loves tea

-fascinated by american culture

-name is spelled because her dad was trying to be a musician when she was born and wanted to give her a musical name like harmony or rhyme, mother agreed to cadence if it could be cady on her birth certificate

-middle name is allison

-had an older brother named rhys, ten years older, died at 20 in the military

-he joined the military to pay for college, wanted to be a doctor

-was born in oregon

-aquarius, acts more like pisces, birthday february 11

-bisexual

-very organized but has terrible handwriting

-janis buys her chewy necklaces and stim toys and she loves and uses them all

-comes up with a code to help both of them whenever she has a sensory overload or other meltdown

-blunt as hell, honest to a fault

-tutors janis in math for payment of kisses and time as little spoon

-loves all animals

-kind of like a disney princess, can also befriend any animal

-loves to play animal crossing, designs her island to look like kenya, fav villager is rex

-afraid of the dark and big storms

-takes a sleeping bag and camps in the backyard whenever she’s stressed

-loves to let janis paint on her, the texture of the paint gives her good sensory input

-barefoot whenever possible

-hates being tickled

-tries to learn art to impress janis, it doesn’t work but janis loves what she makes anyway

-loves holding hands

-whispering irritates her

-shifts her lips side to side when she’s anxious

-keeps in touch with karen and gretchen throughout senior year, becomes friends with all plastics again once they become decent people in college

-keeps in touch with aaron, decided they were better as friends

-teeny tiny. 5’3 and 120 pounds

-will throw hands for janis

-vegetarian when she can

-sleeps on her tummy, janis thinks it’s adorable

-valedictorian in hs, fast tracks through getting her bachelors and masters in math , gets her phd really young

-becomes a math professor and tries her best to be understanding and fun, channels ms norbury

-they still meet for coffee sometimes

-used to go for walks in the woods alone when she got stressed until she learned how dangerous it was

-can play a little bit of guitar

-sings to herself a lot without realizing, janis is 😍

-goes to all of janis’ art shows and panics if she’s even a little late

-front row at all of damian’s shows too

-loves disney movies and makes janis watch them with her after they watch horror movies so she can sleep

-can and will sleep anywhere but pretends to have trouble sleeping sometimes so janis will cuddle her

-loves having her hair played with

-hates crowds

-certain textures put her off, janis thinks it’s odd but protects her from them nonetheless

-allergic to pollen, spends most of spring sneezing and with a stuffy nose (janis also finds this adorable)

-never wears matching socks

-said i love you first during a tutoring session with the equation thing

-finds signs easier than talking aloud most of the time

-knows all about space and the stars

-doesn’t understand sarcasm or most figures of speech unless it’s very obvious or intuitive

-janis gets her a bunny in college

-she tries to name it janice (but it’s different!)

-janis says no

-she names her pickles instead

-invents names for things and comes up with new swears

-drops shit all the time

-discovers crocs and causes chaos

-has frecklessssssss

-likes mornings, hates waking up to see them

-does not like eye contact but could stare into janis’ for hours

-janis helps her with english, she doesn’t like it because there’s too many exceptions to all the rules

-avoids alcohol at all costs

-can do really good impressions once she’s familiar with how they sound, learns a lot of social stuff through mimicry

-cannot do fashion at all

-doesn’t like surprises, gets anxious if her routine changes or if she doesn’t have enough information about a new situation beforehand

-hyper fixated on the lion king for a while after janis showed it to her

-has little plants she named after her friends, when one isn’t doing well she checks on them

-wants and loves to travel

-weirdly strong opinions about stupid shit

-says little things in her sleep sometimes

-will tell africa stories to someone on the sidewalk if they’d listen to her

-excitable

-lived in kenya from 3-16

-watches inter-species friendship videos all the fucking time

-loves riding in shopping carts

-soft spoken. so soft.

-smells of rose water and cherries

[irisbleufic]

So, I spent the last 5 days of sitting around with this serious arm injury rereading the very first epic fic series I ever wrote. Although the posting dates on the below chapters are all 18 November 2013, the reality is that these were originally posted as individual stories on LiveJournal throughout the entirety of 2004 and into the spring of 2005. Those were my junior and senior years of college. This series was the last thing I relocated from LJ to AO3, and I was too exhausted to do a proper comb-through for typos and minor formatting issues.

Well, that state of things is no more. I cleaned up all of the editorial issues during this week’s rewatch-the-film-and-reread-my-fic binge. I also changed the names of a few of the chapters (they’re really stories strung together), although not drastically. The chapter called “Clippings” used to be called “Business,” “Spiral” used to be called “You Must Listen to Me Now,” and “Closer to Fine” used to be called “The Middle of Things.”

I had an ask a few days ago along the lines of: What the hell is Toy Soldiers, anyway? On the surface, it’s a 1991 action movie/teen drama. It stars a young Sean Astin and Wil Wheaton as Billy Tepper and Joey Trotta, the central protagonists among the cast of younger characters. At the time I saw it in early 2004, I had only ever seen Sean Astin in The Lord of the Rings. And, incredibly, I didn’t even know who Wil Wheaton was.

That might be one reason I was able to take this film to heart so earnestly (i.e. I completely lacked knowledge of Wesley Crusher, Wheaton’s Star Trek character from around that time who it was traditional to mock, although I still don’t get why). However, the primary reason this film wrecked the back end of my 2004 spring break was that I had watched The Celluloid Closet for the first time only days before watching Toy Soldiers.

I challenge any queer person to watch this documentary (about the Hays Code and the horrible fate met by queer-coded and queer characters in cinema) and this under-appreciated action film back to back and come out of it without feeling devastated and furious about what happens to Billy and Joey. Especially to Joey. And now, in an era of rampant school shootings and hostage situations, Toy Soldiers hits with even more gravity than it did in the 1990s and early 2000s.

These boys are where it started for me. Every every horrific canon media ending that has ever made me furious, every hundreds-of-thousands-of-words long fix-it series I’ve written in the past 19 years, can be traced back to this moment. This string of stories was what I wrote before I ever wrote the likes of Crown of Thorns (Good Omens), Anthology (Pacific Rim), and Delicate, Dangerous, Obsessed (Gotham). Hell, one of my instrumental original characters in CoT appeared for the first time at the end of Book of Hours before I ever thought to use her in a Good Omens context.

This story has meant the world to me even though the fandom around it at the time of writing, and even now, was never more than about 20 people. Most of those people are still with me, the dearest friends I could ever hope to have 💙

*

Chapter Index for The Series / Book of Hours by irisbleufic

1. Stereotypical (2013-11-18)

2. Persuasion (2013-11-18)

3. Taste Testing (2013-11-18)

4. Leaving a Mark (2013-11-18)

5. Trick or Treat (2013-11-18)

6. Omerta (2013-11-18)

7. Translation (2013-11-18)

8. Sketches (2013-11-18)

9. Falling (2013-11-18)

10. Caught (2013-11-18)

11. What It Takes (2013-11-18)

12. Noteworthy (2013-11-18)

13. These Shadows Have Offended (2013-11-18)

14. Love Never Did Run Smooth (2013-11-18)

15. Within Reason (2013-11-18)

16. Composure (2013-11-18)

17. Clippings (2013-11-18)

18. Without End (2013-11-18)

19. Prologue: Every Hour (2013-11-18)

20. Book of Hours: Part 1 (2013-11-18)

21. Book of Hours: Part 2 (2013-11-18)

22. Flashback: Spiral (2013-11-18)

23. Flashback: Silver (2013-11-18)

24. The Orchids (2013-11-18)

25. Closer to Fine (2013-11-18)

[waitingx2xdie]

xnoraxcarpenterx asked: thread where kat & em meet darcy for first time

Darcy hadn’t exactly been PREPARED for Nora to walk through those glass double doors with COMPANY in tow. She’d expected the older woman, and was currently at the register, leaning over PLAYFULLY with a lollypop in her mouth, playing with it, smiling, calling out to Nora. “Well if it isn’t, Mrs Carpenter~ Here for another slice of cherry--” AND THEN SHE CHOKED ON HER LOLLY.  Cough. Cough. Fist thumping her chest. “Oh, shit, this must be the sister and roommate. Sorry about that…” DEEP. BREATHS. DARCY. She assumed the SISTER was the blonde, and so hazel eyes made a POINT of sizing up the brunette jealously, measuring up her competition. Stepping out from behind the counter, she curtsied. “So what can I get you? Ordering to go or I can lead you to a booth, or, counters right there. We have all kinds of coffee, are famous for our cherry pie AAAND our apple pie’s pretty good, too. Could I get you a menu…” Tongue anxiously fiddled with her lollypop in her mouth as she awaited their response with BAITED BREATH. In a way, she WANTED Nora’s friend and sister to like her. TO ACCEPT HER. However, seeing how they were both AT LEAST thirty made her feel a little bit like a FISH OUT OF WATER. Seriously, all this talk of what Darcy saw in Nora and why she didn’t go for people HER AGE, why the Hell was Nora wasting her time on a dumb twenty-year-old when she had friends and company her own age? She might have YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE on her side when it came to looks, but there was no shot she was gonna be able to keep up intellectually with people ten years her senior…

Kat wasn’t sure what to expect as she entered the SKYLINE CAFE. Though she pretty much DEMANDED to meet Darcy and be part of her life, if Darcy was going to be a part of Nora’s. BETTER THE DEVIL YOU KNOW, AND ALL THAT JAZZ. But to walk through those double doors to find a PRETTY YOUNG THING had her NERVOUS. Blondie was maybe 19? 20? 22 at a stretch? Benefit from the natural tightness and perkiness that Kat had to ACTIVELY WORK to maintain. She didn’t like it. How was she supposed to measure up to the GIFTS OF YOUTH? “Darcy, right?” Tone was a little COLDER than it probably should’ve been, and Nora was probably gonna kick her under the table the first chance she got. “I’ve heard about you. And your CHERRY PIES. Apparently, it’s the BEST IN NEW YORK.” Eyes glanced across to Nora. “I’d appreciate it if you keep the flirtations to a MINIMUM tonight…” The truth was, she didn’t want Nora flirting with Darcy AT ALL. But for the sake of civility, she’d let Nora read between the lines. “Whatever Nora wants. Though I’d at least like a coffee. Americano Grande, six sweeteners, no milk, no creamer.” Turn to Nora and Emily. “Anyone else?” She really was NOT comfortable being here. And she damn sure wasn’t comfortable to have waltzed in on Darcy ALREADY trying to chat up HER woman. Let alone the way she’d eyed Kat herself up like she was COMPETITION. There was no competition. There wasn’t allowed to be competition. Kat would make sure of it. “That won’t be a problem, will it?” Eyes flashed to Nora again.

 Emily just sighed, shoulders dropping, head tilting, glaring across to Darcy with a look, like, ‘Really?’ HOW DESPERATE COULD A GIRL GET? She was practically crawling over the counter to get to her big sister. Okay, so about as desperate as EMILY HERSELF, but Emily was a troubled sibling with a sister complex. Her feelings for Nora had been marinating in a cauldron of fucked up spices for like THIRTEEN YEARS STRAIGHT. What the Hell was Darcy’s excuse? “Yeah.” She spoke in exhale, trying to HIDE her DISAPPOINTMENT. “I’m the sister, Emily.” Hand reached out to shake Darcy’s and Darcy took it. “This is Kat.” Head nodded to Kat and Darcy moved to shake Kat’s hand, too. After a brief moment of hesitation, Kat took it, too. “Don’t mind her, she’s not much of a people’s person.” BUT ALSO DON’T EYE HER UP LIKE SHE’S YOUR ONLY COMPETITION HERE, THE FUCK?! Jaw screwed taut and her gaze snapped away, tongue pressing against teeth. “We’ll take a booth, thank you.” No shot was she letting Nora sit up on the counter next to THIS BITCH. And let Darcy hog ALL HER ATTENTION. However, she could see another girl working in the kitchen. God, she hoped Darcy didn’t call break, so she could sit in the booth with them… “I’ll have a caramel latte, thank you.” With that, she turned to Nora. “So, that’s Darcy, huh? I can see why you took her number… She’s a pretty little thing. Blonde, too…” Whispers in Nora’s ear. Yes, she WAS insinuating EXACTLY what it sounded like she was insinuating.

[renmackree]

How many movies are in the I was a teenaged Mothman series? If it's been ten years then THERE Has To be a lot, right?

How famous would Derek be?

Alright alright, I'll put a little more into the mothman universe, happy?

based off this ficlet

There were a total of 12 parts to the I Was A Teenaged Mothman series and one more on the way. Stiles could recite them all by heart at this point.

The first one came out before Stiles was born and was actually the first date of Noah and Claudia Stilinski. This one didn't have Derek Hale, it had someone less attractive and was actually a major flop. It still counted though, since it was the first one his mother showed him in the dead of night when he should have been sleeping.

When Stiles was 14 - during the era of Hollywood revival - the studio decided to re-vamp the Teenaged Mothman series with the actual teenage actors. Claudia had bought them tickets right in the middle of the theater and made sure their popcorn was in a collector bucket - just like when she had gone to the movies with Noah.

"The only way to watch these movies is with special popcorn and the center row." She said.

Stiles at first had been hesitant, but his mother used her "I want to do something with you" card and so he had no way of saying no.

And god was he happy he didn't.

17 year old Derek Hale playing Steven Dex was sex on wheels and Stiles wanted to drive him over a cliff. He went back at lest three time with Scott, though Scott didn't exactly get what being a teenaged mothman really was about.

The next movie - I Was a Teenaged Mothman Too - came out the year Claudia got sick. They still sat in the middle row of the theater, still had the collector bucket in Stiles' lap. It was just as terrible and just as wonderful, Derek almost out of the teenaged years, but still looking as good as ever.

Teenaged Mothman in London was a summer release the year Stiles started his sophomore year of High School and the year his mother died. He had bought two tickets for them early but knew that she wasn't going to make it. Noah offered to go with him, but Stiles said it wouldn't be the same.

He still got the collector bucket and sat in the middle of the theater. The only way to watch these movies.

Stiles took a date to Teenaged Mothman Returns, but it didn't feel right. She talked through the movie and asked stupid questions like "Why is he called the teenaged mothman if he's 20 years old?" and "I think Derek Hale is over rated, can we make out instead?"

Senior year marked the release of Teenaged Mothman: A Moth to the Flames. It had been slated to be the last movie of the series, Derek Hale even saying in an interview that he loved the Mothman series, but he was ready to try and do something a little more serious.

Stiles felt a little depressed. He knew the movies were just pulp, but they were the last bit of his mother he felt he had. There was something sad about the idea that he would never again have a Mothman collector bucket to add to the stack.

As if the studio heads leaned down and said "this kid in particular needs more" Mothman and Wolfgirl came out the first semester of his undergrad. He could tell they were trying to introduce a new character to replace Derek, but Wolfgirl (played by the GORGEOUS Erica Reyes) didn't hit the right spot for Stiles. Derek Hale shirtless with wings was the fit.

The next three movies were focus on Wolfgirl (Wolfgirl and Mothman take on Manhattan, Sleepless with a Wolfgirl, Mothman and Wolfgirl Return) but Derek was still slated in them so Stiles went to every single one with his bucket in hand.

His senior year of his undergrad, Mothman Saves the World came out. It was much more superhero than the original ones, but Stiles still loved it. Derek's new costume department really said let's put him in TIGHT clothing.

At the end of the movie, as Stiles watched Mothman throw himself into the fires of Hell to save everyone, he cried. It was the true end of Mothman, there was no way he was going to be able to come back from this. Stiles felt hollow, empty.

He even went online to read through fanfictions where Mothman was saved by the plucky human best friend Erik or Wolfgirl. (Stiles was a firm Sterik [Steven/Erik] shipper, but he could respect WolfMoth writers)

For a few years, nothing came out and all the Wolfgirl movies had been put in production hell. And then, one night, Google told Stiles the next movie was going to come. He was a little sad that Derek wasn't on the big names, but it was still a MothSeries. He bought the popcorn, bought the seats and sat.

Wolfgirl and the Ring of Destiny was campy and silly, but he could tell how hard everyone worked on trying to tiptoe around the fact that Steven Dex was dead. And then the most beautiful fanfiction thing happened. Erik resurrected Steven using the Ring and sacrificing his own eyesight.

Derek Hale returned on screen, wings spread and eyes glowing the bright Red of a full born Moth. Stiles screamed in the theater, celebrating and jumping up and down like no 22 year old should be during a cheesy movie. And for the first time in the HISTORY of Mothman history, Erik and Steven shared a passionate kiss.

Stiles might have gone home and found the filthiest Sterik fics he could.

Now, with the newest movie, Mothman in Love they were going to explore him returning and what that means for him and Erik and Stiles couldn't be more excited.

Well, maybe more excited that Derek Hale was sitting next to him in the theater.

I Was A Teenaged Mothman

TLDR:

Films in order:

I Was A Teenaged Mothman (reboot)

I Was a Teenaged Mothman Too

Teenaged Mothman in London

Teenaged Mothman Returns

Teenaged Mothman: A Moth to the Flames

Mothman and Wolfgirl

Wolfgirl and Mothman take on Manhattan

Sleepless with a Wolfgirl

Mothman and Wolfgirl Return

Mothman Saves the World

Wolfgirl and the Ring of Destiny

Mothman in Love

[henrysglock]

Now the bitches and babes are going to hate me for this (they already hate me), but I still don't think the 1979 escape plan fell apart because of an outright failing in either Henry or El.

(This post is for people who can be normal about the 1979 escape)

I'm almost inclined to think that the tunnel plan failed because both parties got too close to each other, and they both lacked the wisdom/foresight to see that distance and selfishness are useful in some scenarios.

I've said multiple times now that I don't think there was malicious manipulation going on re: the tunnel plan and Soteria. There's just not evidence to substantiate pursuit of an ulterior goal.

With that in mind, the scene bears quite a bit of resemblance to Jack's escape in Room (2015). If you haven't seen it, the captive mother has her boy play dead to escape and get help when the captor inevitably goes to dispose of the body.

I'm inclined to think that's how 1979 was supposed to go: El escapes by herself out the tunnel, Hawkins PD gets wind of this bizarre child who appeared out of nowhere, and HNL gets blown open.

Hell, that's what happens in 1983. One kid goes missing, another appears. Hopper sniffs Brenner out, only to stumble upon the basement of HNL, upon El's room, no less...about 4 years too late. Hopper was there around 1979. There's a case to be made that things might have gone much the same in 1979 as they did in 1983.

But El was too thoughtful, too selfless, too attached. Henry got too close, behaved in a way that allowed El to become so attached. She refused to let go. He didn't stick to plan, whatever his thought process might have been there (anything from the relief of having Soteria removed to being able to go with El and control the escape/make it more reliable). Neither of them had the wisdom to just stick to the damn plan.

If Henry had been a touch more distant, or El had been a touch more selfish...Hell, it had a fighting chance of working. The guards didn't come until Soteria was removed. El probably would have made it out. The police might have stuck their noses in. We might not have had a story post-1979.

Isn't that a tragic thought? A plan based in kindness and a desire for freedom that devolves into madness due to a lack of wisdom. (And wouldn't it be just like Brenner to prey on the relationship he'd allowed to blossom between the two of them?)

But can you imagine if it had worked? Imagine being Hopper, seeing this abandoned girl with a number stamped into her arm, and digging into HNL thinking it's going to be a one-off sick kid, only to end up wandering down into the basement after-hours and find no less than 16 other children staring back at you. To find a guy who looks suspiciously like the kid who was murdered 20 years ago, in your senior year of high school, staring back at you.

I mean...Jesus Christ. The horror of it all.

[thetorturerwrites]

Entrapped

Summary: "You cannot trap this man. You come with more baggage than a Coach outlet store." You paused, exasperated as was often the case with Lottie. "You can’t keep doing this to people. To us."

"I’m sure I don’t know what you mean." She shooed you away with an airy wave of her too-thin hand. "Now, go. Flip will be here any minute."

“Colorado it is, I guess…” you muttered as Lottie shut the door in your face. “Fucking hell…”

C/N: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT; rape/non-con; extremely dubious consent; age difference; Flip is a bad bad man; seriously: beware

A/N: You should not read this, but if you do, remember where you are and what we do here.

December 26

"Mom, you can’t do this."

The hotel dinette was dim, lit only by the handful of candles Lottie strategically placed atop the counters and the micro-sized table. There were two place settings, two tapered candles, two Dollar-store napkins folded into perfect hearts. Two, two, two because that was the goal. Lottie did not invite you to tonight’s festivities, and you watched with sad eyes as she flitted about, fussing with making this dingy hotel room 'romantic.'

There wasn't much in the way of belongings to show that people stayed here. Between the two of you, your things consisted only of three suitcases, your backpack, and a laptop case housing your six-year-old machine with a fan so loud it sounded like snoring. It was almost comical, but Lottie ridiculously ensured she made the bed and closed the bathroom door to hide away the evidence of, you know, existing as a human. She also ensured there was nothing to be seen of you or your shared past.

Lottie was 15 when you were born, a baby with a baby. She didn't like to be called mom because, with you 20, she was barely 35. 'That makes us more like sisters, anyway,' she often said. Having a child so young meant she never learned how to make adult decisions, and you both had been running from the consequences of her childish decisions for years now. 

"Lottie!"

She’d ignored you the first time because you called her mom. Playing her game, you raised your voice and smacked the table until she looked at you, exasperation and anxiety at war in her eyes. 

"You cannot trap this man. You come with more baggage than a Coach outlet store." You paused, exasperated as was often the case with Lottie. "You can’t keep doing this to people. To us."

To me.

She sniffed, pretending to be offended. Pausing in front of the black glass oven door, she touched up her lipstick before straightening her back, arrogant and far too assured of her plan.

"I’m sure I don’t know what you mean." She shooed you away with an airy wave of her too-thin hand. "Now, go. Flip will be here any minute."

Flip Zimmerman. Ten years Lottie's senior, extraordinarily handsome, and, God knows how, enamored with the creature your mother pretended to be. 

At the door, you stopped again, turning to implore her with a last look that she not do what she was planning, but she only gave you her brightest fake smile. A heavy sigh weighed your shoulders down because there was no talking her out of it.

“Colorado it is, I guess…” you muttered as Lottie shut the door in your face. “Fucking hell…”

December 28

He said yes.

There was no earthly reason for him to say yes. You and your mom had no money, no future. Nothing but a black-and-blue history and a chemo-trail of heartbreak stretching back as far as you could remember.

But he did, and you believed the only reason he did is because Lottie lied about everything. She lied about the number of husbands she’d had. Lied about why - and HOW - you ended up here in Colorado. Lied about her health. About fucking all of it. And no matter how much you wanted your mom to be alright, you simply couldn’t let the man fucking marry her under false pretenses, which is why you stood outside the building fidgeting, fighting yourself over whether you should go in and talk to him.

Honesty won out over fidelity, and you trudged inside. At the counter, you felt the first prick of tears because this was the sort of betrayal for which Lottie may never forgive you.

"Detective Zimmerman, please."

Your voice was deflated, hollow to match your spirit. You were about to sign away any chance your mother had to make a fresh start here in Colorado. You sunk down onto the rickety bench to wait, picking at your cuticles anxiously and kicking at the linoleum with your scruffy combat boots. Each moment you waited felt interminably long, and you grew more and more nauseated with each tick of the too-loud clock. Your brain screamed that you should run, leave here and let everything happen the way Lottie wanted, but your limbs were leaden. All but soldered to the damn floor.

“Hey, kid.” 

So lost in your thoughts, his smooth voice made you jump. You swiveled your head to meet his gaze and hugged yourself, feeling smaller already. You expected this to end badly, but just how badly you didn't know yet.

Flip stood to one side, holding open the small gate that pretended to keep people out here from going in there. He cocked his head slightly, showing that you should follow him through. You stood on wobbly legs and expelled a dubious breath. There was no turning back now. He led you through the maze of desks and into one of the interrogation rooms, pausing at the threshold to unplug the video camera affixed to the ceiling corner.

“For privacy,” he offered with an amiable smile before sliding onto the corner of the steel desk. “What’s up?”

A thousand words jumbled around inside your head. You struggled to pick one way to start even though you knew you stood there staring at the man your mother tricked into an engagement as though you were the perpetrator instead of she.

Was it hot in here? Your hands retreated into the over-sized sleeves of your hoodie as though hiding as much of yourself as possible would smooth things over.

“Youcantmarrymymomsheliedtoyouimsosorry…”

It all came out in one breath, words smashed together nonsensically. Wincing, you closed your eyes and leaned away from Flip, your body physically ready for him to explode. You knew from experience that angry men did bad things. You expected shouting, cursing, maybe some shoot the messenger. You weren’t expecting him to chuckle.

He fucking chuckled.

Round-eyed, you gasped as he stood, gaze trailing up, up, up. Flip Zimmerman wasn’t small. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome in a way that made your insides tumble. If you were honest with yourself, jealousy colored some of your reluctance at letting Lottie trap him, though you'd die before admitting it. He was spectacular and beautiful, and he smoldered in that perfect way that would make a rational person forget their morals. He was whip smart, saw too much, and seemed to understand everything without hardly any effort at all.

And on top of all of it, he was a fucking cop. The same goddamn sort you’d spent years avoiding. And now, Lottie wanted to hitch her wagon - and yours - to one? No, thank you.

He wasn’t just dangerously good looking. He was dangerous, period.

"I know," he said.

When he inched closer, you thought he would reach out to touch your shoulder, to offer some sort of comfort. Instead, he kept moving forward at you, crowding you backwards until you bumped into the wall. 

"What?!" Shock crept over your face, furrowing your brow in confusion. You blinked rapidly to make your brain work better.

“Let's see if you're as stupid as she is, hm?"

The moment his voice dropped into deadly, your stomach followed it off the cliff and fell to your ankles. You didn’t realize you shook your head nonono until his gigantic hand snatched your chin to a halt.

“I don't understand,” you whispered, tongue thick and lips dry. “I knew she was planning to ask you, and I tried to stop her. I wanted you to kn–”

The hand gripping your chin slid up over your mouth, forcing your head against the concrete with a thump. Suddenly, you weren’t baring your soul to a caring individual. No, the reality was an angry bear trapped you, and there was no escape. His knee slid between yours, pinning you in place and sending your heart rate skyrocketing. 

"If I already know about Lottie, and I agreed to marry her anyway, it suggests that I want something. Doesn't it?"

You whimpered against his hand because none of this was right. Lottie thought she'd tricked him into being her salvation, but the truth was Flip understood the game all along. Twisting in his grip, you struggled to swing your head out from under his hand. You wanted to say you’d leave. You’d drag Lottie out of this town by the hair if it came to it.

"S'this how you always dress?"

Flip tilted his head to further take in your attire. You wished you'd worn anything in your suitcase other than this. Well-worn black combat boots, bare legs, black denim shorts, and a threadbare navy blue hoodie with peeling white letters made you feel too young, too much like a delinquent looking for a handout. His thick index finger trailed up the outside of your thigh, from knee to shorts hem, and he smirked as the muscles in your leg tensed.

“I’ll marry Lottie. I’ll take care of her, make sure she gets all the treatment she needs. I’ll even handle that pesky mafia ex-husband. I’ll handle all of it. Isn’t that what you want?” 

Using his hand on your mouth as a control, he forced you to nod. Your eyes watered over, making him blurry. Your guts twisted, sending acid shrapnel into your throat and making you heave beneath Flip's sweaty palm. You knew what he was going to say. It was obvious by the way he pinned you to the wall with his hips, trapping you with his broad body.

“You know what I want, don't you?” 

He paused for dramatic effect, and you hated him for it. He dangled everything you wanted in front of you like a goddamn golden carrot, and you felt like the biggest fool in all of Colorado for believing he was a good man about to be duped. Your face must have telegraphed it because he brushed his thumb across your cheekbone. 

"Hm. Not as dumb as you look."

He ate up the last bit of space between your face and his until you felt his coffee breath on the bridge of your nose. 

"Anywhere, anytime, every time I want." 

He punctuated the words by squeezing your mouth so hard a sharp cry erupted only to be properly muzzled by his oppressive mitt. Dread morphed into outright terror. No part of you believed Flip felt anything toward you besides lust and greed. You doubted he even liked you. Fuck, you’d settle for some sort of obsession, but this wasn't so simple as obsession. Flip wanted to own you. It was sadistic dominance through and through. Whore yourself out for him and maybe Lottie would live a little longer.

What choice did you have?

January 1

Flip married Lottie at the sparse courthouse downtown at three o'clock on New Year's Day. While the Justice of the Peace said a few words about how lucky they were to find love so swiftly, he placed a plain gold band on Lottie’s finger. Then, paperwork. You acted as the goddamn witness, signing right there next to his and hers in recognition of both this sham marriage and your own very real entrapment. All while you felt his glittering hazel eyes on you. 

Saying yes to him wasn't a choice. It was a foregone conclusion, and he'd known it from the minute you walked into the station house. He held all the cards from the first day. Resentment had roiled in your belly as you pieced it together in that grungy interrogation room, but you agreed. He was unlikely to be kind to you. Men with power liked to wield it, and he had all the power here. Every time he spoke to you, it flexed like a muscle.

After the ‘wedding,’ Flip treated you and Lottie to dinner at the nicest restaurant in town, followed by ice cream and a walk through downtown. He even held her hand, pausing from time to time to brush his knuckles along her jawline. He played the part of a considerate, doting partner so well it made you angry - angry because Lottie had just won the fucking lottery. 

At your expense.

Lottie's plan worked, though not the way she intended, and all she had to do now was live out her golden years on the porch while this handsome, compassionate husband doted on her but harassed you in the same house. Wallowing in your misery in the middle of dinner, you chewed on the ugly fat that, regardless of what you knew about Flip, she would do exactly that. You snorted aloud, drawing their attention - fucking hell, your parents. Flip’s mouth pursed into displeasure. His thick brow cocked over a decidedly displeased gaze.

“Shit. Sorry.” You frowned, more at the situation than yourself.

"Y’ok, Puddin'?"

Of course, she used that goddamn name. In front of him. In public. The nickname you hated since you were a kid and asked her a million times to stop using. Lottie was svelte, though less so these days, but you were soft. It was something she never made peace with - that you were her child and looked nothing like her, that your body type wasn't one she could be proud of. Biting back an argument you'd never win, you told yourself it was not that she was a terrible parent; rather, she simply wasn’t a particularly good one. 

You had no ready answer, though.

I’m ok, but I’m scared that your new husband is going to fuck me into pieces. Yeah, Lottie, I’m peachy-keen; I’m a little anxious because I don’t know when my hooking contract begins. Is it tonight? Tomorrow? Maybe you could get your fella to give me the details on that, m’kay?

Instead, you swallowed down bile and chased it with ice water.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Sorry.”

Following the lovers’ stroll, Flip drove you and Lottie back to the hotel to collect your things, even pitching in to carry the suitcases back to his Bronco as though he were the knight in shining armor and not the goddamn villain. 

At his place, Flip pointed you to your room at the end of the hall, next door to a puny, pea green bathroom. Hoping to be inconspicuous, you checked the doorknob for a lock, but you had less than no luck because though there was a lock, Flip caught you testing it and shook his head imperceptibly. A warning. Chattering obliviously, Lottie confirmed they would share the master bedroom on the second floor. Eyes trailing to the stairs, you realized you never asked Lottie if she’d slept with Flip, and now, you never wanted to know.

Ever.

Mashing your lips together, you stood stone silent in the hallway. Maybe if they kept talking, this nightmare wouldn’t truly begin. But your body, tight from nerves, was exhausted, and you yawned loud enough to crack your jaw. For the second time tonight, all eyes were on you. It was an incredibly uncomfortable place to be. Tutting about how sleepy you must be after such a big day, Lottie rushed over and folded you into a weak embrace. She never was one for hugs, but this was part of the package she had to keep selling.

"Everything is fine." She murmured it as quietly as she could before turning and letting Flip lead her towards the stairs. She was three up before you realized Flip wasn’t following her.

“Go on up,” he said with a warmth you wouldn’t assume him capable. “I’ll be right there. Gotta show the kid where the car's parked.”

Too soon, she was gone, and he was right there, heating the cooler air with nothing more than his proximity. The further he leaned in, the further you leaned away until your back pressed against the wall, too similar to your last meeting for comfort. Front to front, there wasn't enough room in this microscopic hallway for you to not touch him. Panic took over, and your eyes scanned the same two feet of ceiling and floor again and again, looking for an escape.

“The car is in the garage next to mine. Be at the station at noon tomorrow.”

He pushed keys into your hand, but you weren’t paying attention - not even a bit. The stress of the last few days, the agitation from the way his broad shoulders kept you penned, crept into your bones, making room for a fatigue unlike any you’d known. And you'd known your fair share of dead ass tired. Your glassy eyes drifted, missing the way his hand shot out lightning fast. Cutting through your delirium, thick fingers tightened around your neck. Adrenaline surged as he lifted you onto the tips of your toes. The keys clattered to the ground when you wrapped both hands around his wrist in an absurd effort to stop him from choking you out.

“You are fucking stupid, aren't you?” It wasn't only his tone that changed. Now, he talked to you like you were a simpleton, which you might truly be. “Tomorrow, you’ll drive the car to the station for lunch, yes? Lunch is at noon. That’s what time human beings eat lunch. Yes? You will be there at noon. Say it.”

His fingers eased slightly, allowing you an unsteady breath before wheezing out the words he wanted.

“Lunch. Noon.”

Finally, sweet Jesus, finally, he let you go. You fell back into the room, hitting your ass on the floor and rubbing at your affronted neck. He kicked the car keys at you before pulling the door closed. Dazed and drained, you sat right there, right where you fell, until you heard his footsteps retreat. He stomp, stomp, stomped upstairs in his loud boots and closed the door to the master bedroom.

God, if you had to hear them fucking, you didn’t know what you’d do. Throw yourself off a bridge tomorrow, perhaps.

January 2

The last time you looked at the clock, it was 3:47 a.m.

Despite your weariness, nerves kept you awake far into the night. The effects of Flip’s manhandling didn’t wear off until close to midnight, and after that, you sat vigil, staring at the door and expecting him to burst through it. You listened for movement upstairs, footsteps in the hall. You watched the doorknob in your room, the one you locked even though he might murder you for it, until you couldn’t see it clearly anymore. As long as he didn't test the knob, you told yourself it would be fine. He'd be gone to work before they could reasonably expect you to face the day, but rationalizing it and believing it were two very different things.

No, it wasn’t so much that you fell asleep; your body simply shut down on its own. You didn’t decide to rest. Your brain said watch; your body said sleep. You didn’t even dream.

You woke to the crashing sound of a kicked in door. You shouted and tried to leap from the bed, but your assailant was too quick, too nimble for such a goddamn giant. Flip grabbed you by the neck and threw you onto the bed. His giant hands dug bruises into your arm and leg as he flipped you onto your stomach. A knee in the center of your back kept you in place as he ripped your flimsy tank top and panties away as though they were tissue paper. You flailed, trying to find some kind of balance to get your head out of the cotton blanket so you could breathe.

When you finally managed a gulp of air, it was only because he switched from pinning you down to crowding behind you. He caged your legs in place with his jean-clad knees on either side of your thighs. Shoving a pillow beneath your pelvis, he planted his palm between your shoulder blades to hold you in place again. You didn’t scream until you heard the buckle of his belt come loose.

"Flip! No, no! I'm sorry! Lottie! Help!"

Within 30 seconds, two things happened that would change your life forever. The first was that the meaty paw on your back moved upwards, palm curving along your scalp, fingers threading into the hair. He used that new leverage to press your face further down into the mattress, cutting off both your screams and your air supply. The second was that Flip’s cock, hard and unforgiving, forced its way into your body, gouging and stabbing at you with no regard for your readiness.

You howled as the tender flesh gave way to his violence. No part of your body was a match to his sheer size. Hysteria took over. You yelled yourself hoarse. Spasms rocked your lungs. You couldn't tell the difference between a lurching cough and a breath anymore until your body nearly inhaled the fabric you lay upon. 

“Tried to be nice to you.” He grunted, shoving more of his iron dick into your tightness, having to work to make room for himself there. “Was gonna ease you into it a little at a time.” Your screams and sobs seemed to excite him further because his hum broke through your fugue and launched you into thrashing again. “But you’re too fucking stupid to do things the right way; so, here we are.”

At last, his pelvis pushed flush against your ass. His fingers dug into your hip so roughly you could feel his nails gouging dirty trenches. They, and the already blooming bruises, would be the first of many marks you’d wear for Flip, no doubt. You gave up flailing backwards at him and clawed at the bed as though you could get away through it, a wounded and frightened animal under the thumb of a malicious predator.

Your only saving grace was oxygen deprivation. You started to not notice how he withdrew nearly completely only to slam his way back home, through a wetness that was certainly blood. You started to not notice the way he slapped your jiggling ass hard enough to raise a print in seconds. You were gone to the encroaching blackness, light-headed enough to think that maybe you actually  were the stupidest person on the planet. More so than even Lottie. 

Unconsciousness wasn’t a respite he allowed you for long, however. You snapped back into yourself, still caught beneath the monster, still stuffed to the very brim by his missile cock, still practically scalped by the ruthless grip he had of your hair. He controlled whether you got to breathe by which way he turned that handle. The only difference was that he now hovered over you. His free palm lay above your head, bracing himself on the mattress - the mattress that shook from the force of his thrusts as he fucked into you relentlessly.

“Rules.”

His hips rammed forward, punching what scant oxygen you got right back out of your chest. When you tried to look up at him, to plead for your life or some other such nonsense, your eyes crossed, making you dizzy. You squeezed them shut tight, matching the way you pressed your lips together to keep from screaming some more.

"When I say come, you come. And you are never late. Say you understand."

His words were smooth - like he wasn’t currently sawing your cunt in two. Your throat felt as though you’d swallowed the whole Sahara desert, but you forced it to work, raspy and broken.

"I un-der-stand."

He hummed again, and for a good, long moment, his pace kicked up into a frenzy.  Your pussy had finally caught up to his invasion, lengthening fully to allow him all the way in, and he took full advantage. You bounced off the bed only to be plowed back down into it.

"Never lock this door again."

Sweat dampened your skin from crown to toes, the muscles overworked and the chemicals overtaxed from horror and assault. You could hear your blood rushing through your veins, your brain pounding in time to your pulse. Could a person go into shock slowly? Your fingertips and toes tingled, and your jaws ached from how valiantly you tried to keep your shit together.

"Flip," you croaked, unable to stop yourself from crying again. "Please." It was idiotic to tell him he was hurting you. Hurting you was the point, but survival instincts are strong, and your mouth carried right on blabbering. "Too much. Please stop."

You didn’t think it was possible for his cock to get larger or more adept at plundering your wounded pussy for everything it had, but somehow, it was. He growled at your begging, licking up a bead of sweat from your temple. Pedal to the floor, his piston hips never slowed. His cock never wavered. 

“This is your life now.” His malevolent words tickled the shell of your ear. “If you don't want to be raped every day, I suggest you learn the rules. Am I understood, Puddin'?" He drew the last word out, and you knew Lottie told him you hated it.

You crumbled. There was nothing for it. He put words to what this was, and it crushed you. Assault. Rape. Punishment. 

You’d either behave for him, give him what he wanted, or this would be the consequence. This and the fact he’d leave Lottie to her own devices. Ignoring your latest round of sobs and hiccups, Flip released his hold of your hair to slither that arm beneath you. Rigid fingers wrapped around your throat, constricting your air in a much more intimate fashion. He tilted your head to the left, baring the column of your throat for him to lick a fat stripe up, enjoying the way it trembled as you broke down. 

“That’s it.” He huffed in your ear, hips losing their rhythm and becoming erratic. “Keep crying for me."

A car door slammed out in front of the house, and you froze. Both your salvation and your humiliation lie right on the other side of the front door. Your fingers curled into fists, and you unconsciously wiggled beneath your tormentor. Flip wasn't phased in the least. The only sign he gave that he cared Lottie was right out there was that he switched from ramming himself into you roughshod to pushing in as far as he could and rocking against your ass. Deep, deep inside you, the head of his cock brushed against your bruised cervix, eliciting an unwelcome shiver. Keys jangled in the lock, and you were certain Lottie would walk in on her brand-new husband sunk to the hilt inside of his brand-new step-daughter.

At the last conceivable second, Flip mashed his mouth against your bare shoulder, teeth finding purchase in the skin, and groaned with satisfaction as his weaponized cock emptied into your battered cunt.

By the time Lottie’s voice floated through the house - Helloooo? Anybody home? - Flip was off you, clothes righted. He darted out of your room, pulling the door shut behind him with a near silent click. You listened as he called out that he was in the living room before you pulled the pillow he’d nearly suffocated you with over your head to muffle their conversation.

You curled into a ball, willing sleep to come take you again. You deserved it after all that, didn’t you? Your fingers searched for the clock, setting an alarm so that maybe tomorrow would be better than today.

Before you passed out, you spied a scrap of paper on the nightstand where you'd left Flip's keys last night. The words made you want to vomit, cementing the fact that you were well and truly up shit creek no matter what you did. 

Took the car to do some shopping. Will be back by the time Flip's home. (Hopefully. Ha!) -Lottie

[ask-monty-christo]

A Drive With Yourself

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The car rumbles down the long-winding path that leads to Snowfort; stretched to impossible lengths as the red-haired man drives slowly. It didn't quite matter the speed, he knows that they're not actually moving, but this is the least of his worries.

In the Car with him are 4 other versions of himself, labelled after their age. 5 Sits between 15 and 25, with 20 in the Passenger Seat. 30 is the one driving.

At first it was silent, the men, Man? analyzing the other counterparts of himself, 25 making particular note that 30 doesn't have the headband, 20, 15, and 5 don't even know why 25 has one. 5 makes the most obvious observation, and decides to ask about it.

In a thick Irish accent, the words tumble out unprofessionally, "Why do we look so tired?"

All the others respond in unison, "Work."

5, having gotten an answer, seems content and leans back into his seat. "Where are we going?"

30 responds alone this time. "Snowfort." It's a curt response, only he knows what that was, the importance it holds.

15 Speaks up this time, pointing to the ring on 30's hand, and the one tied to a necklace around his neck. "What are those for?"

30 sighs and turns into an off road, avoiding the main base for now and instead driving up the mountain. "They're wedding rings, our Wife dies only a year after we meet her."

Solemnness fills the car; the younger alternatives don't know what to say, they don't know if they can say anything at all.

"She was good to us," 30 continues, a bitter-sweet smile on his face. "Damn brilliant too, always could outwit us."

For but a brief moment, the others know 30's struggle.

"Do we beat the Insurrectionists?" 25 asks, 15 nodding along, "Yeah, do we get back at those bastards that paralyzed us?"

"Focus got shifted, with New Harmony being glassed and all." 30 answers, before tossing a glance over his shoulder.

15 is mortified, 5 has no clue what that means.

"But, no. We don't. They're not a centralized opponent like the Covenant, their policies and battle acumen vary too widely. We take down one cell, two more pop up in its place." 30 elaborates, with 5 tuning out the adult conversation; opting instead to enjoy the scenery of the wintery, forested mountains.

"Do we protect people?" 15 asks, 25 looks to 30 expectantly.

"Not as many as we want." 30 informs, thumb now fidgeting with his wedding ring.

"Why?" Asks 20, who had been silent up until now. "I mean, our entire goal was to keep others safe, it's why we went through all those years of hell sleeping on Ulysses' sofa."

25 speaks up, "It was a nice sofa." His voice monotone, but still showing hints of his accent.

All the adults agree, nodding with small noises of content.

30 would return to 20's question after pondering it a few moments. "War just turns out to be a lot rougher than we expected. People we thought were friends are actually our foes, and perceived foes ended up being some of our greatest allies." 30 explains.

"You're beating around the bush" 15 accuses 30, a small glare in his eyes. He did not like the sound of his senior's voice, while 25 was cold, 30 has a different coldness to him. The same detached look UNSC Officers gave him while he begged on the streets.

"You said we were rich before we started this drive when I asked about gas money, why couldn't we use that to help more people?" 15 half accuses, half suggests.

30 would begin to reply, before closing his mouth, 20 replying in his stead. "Money doesn't solve everything."

"No but it does make things a whole lot easier for those in poverty!" 15 barks.

"Too much economic influence would sully our impact elsewhere" 30 finally responds. "I use that money to leverage legislators, and UEG Politicians.

"We're a fucking bureaucrat?!" 15 growls as he unhooks his seatbelt. "Alright get me out I've heard enough." He spits, 30 does not slow down.

"Quiet down, you're startling 5." 20 reminds 15, who looks over at 5 and sighs.

"Sorry Bud." 5 gives a smile to 15, a rehearsed smile that they're all far too familiar with. "Its okay!" He chimes.

30 would begin again. "Change does not come by acts of heroism and martyrdom. Not on their own. You need to have leverage, sure a good heroic act can rally the people, but without policy, without discipline…" 30 trails off.

"The Road just continues to stretch longer and longer." He'd point to the ever-lengthening road that they're driving on.

15 would grumble and look out the window, before looking 30 in the eyes through the rearview mirror. "Do we at least keep the Civilians safe?"

30 would hum, hitting the turn signal as he turns into yet another sideroad, musing on this thought as they travelled along.

"From ourselves and the Bureaucracy of O.N.I. and the U.E.G." 30 would reassure, before continuing. "Although we do end up having our likeness used for propaganda…on both sides of the conflict."

"So you keep the people enslaved like sheep?" 15 accuses.

"Its more complicated than that." 25 and 30 say at the same time, 30's self-hatred burns brighter at agreeing with 25, knowing what that headband does.

"Guys what I think 15 is saying is that we could do better" 20 offers, while giving 15 a reassuring smile.

"15 doesn't know the way of the world" 25 sneers.

"Neither do you" 30 retorts, glaring daggers at 25 in the backseat.

5 would speak up again, a very soft and gentle question.

"Are We Happy?" He asks with such pure hope in his voice.

30 can't bring himself to answer, tears welling up in his eyes as the vision around him fades, He's sat on a balcony waiting for another meeting to start, smoking from his pipe.

Monty would get up and tap his Pipe on the ash tray to empty it, as he takes a final swig of coffee; he looks to the dual rising suns of Caltari.

"We're working on that bud, We'll get there." he finally answers the question.

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