#i knew it wasn’t gunna go perfect

[motheyes]

i don’t think i’m gunna do any deliveries today

[paranormalactivity5]

♡Dirty laundry ♡

Warnings: PWP, Mdom/Fsub, oral sex (both receiving), spit, dacryphilia degrading, squirting, slapping, reader is bi/pan but it’s barely mentioned

A/N: I had to include the twd:towl reference because Daddy Rick and Mommy Michonne made me 

WC: 2.5k

See gojo was usually an amazing husband, hot, funny, charismatic, and attentive, but of course, he has his faults, one of which being, he hates doing laundry, which pans out just amazing because you also hate doing laundry.  You had a deal, you cooked and cleaned the bathrooms, he did dishes and laundry, now he was good at the first part, granted he never does it without a playful water fight, but he would still do everything to get out of doing laundry. when you realized that all the fancy late-night dinners after work and beautiful new clothes were distracting you, you had just got off early and decided to go home to cook satoru a nice dinner and you spilled some oil on your shirt so you went into your room to change, and then you saw it. I mean you had definitely seen your bedroom within the past week but the view was always crowded by lust or fatigue so you hadn’t saw it and when you did, you could have killed him. Clothes that had been thrown across the room on hot nights had not been picked up as you thought, just stuffed in a corner. He arrived home from work, immediately comforted by the smell of your cooking, but  when he sees the look on your face he knows he’s been caught. Like he always does, he tried to talk his way out of it, which he is usually successful in, but not this time. When that failed he did the next best thing he could think of, he tried to use his body to get out of it, but oh was that a bad idea, because it gave you the perfect one.  Just as he began to place open mouth kisses on your neck, muttering smooth apologies, it hit you, what could you do to truly make satoru gojo understand that you were serious? What would truly get it through his thick skull? Sex ban.  When satoru heard that string of words leave your mouth he thought the world was going to end, don’t get me wrong satoru loves you for every part of you, your face, your mind, your soul, but he also really loved your body. He spent the next 3 hours doing every possible chore he could think of to no avail. 

It had been 3 days since the ban started, and it wasn’t only affecting satoru, as much as you hate to admit it you need him just as bad as he needs you, and he knew that. He wasn’t gunna be the only one suffering throughout this ban he had decided, intentionally wearing as little as possible, sometimes opting for nothing, doing pull ups on the bar he installed a few months ago. It was now Sunday and you were ready to burst at the seam from built up tension, the premier episode of “The Ones Who Live” not helping, currently texting your best friend Karmen about how delicious Rick looked in that all black outfit and harness, your mind wandering to the image of satoru wearing those things. Just as the episode ended satoru walked into the room, he figured it was better to wait till your show was over. He dropped to his knees in front of your place on the couch. “Please my love, I’m sorry, I can’t take not touching you, not being inside you” He leaned in as he said the last part, you could feel his hot breath on your thigh. after a 3 day ban those words sounded like the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. The thing is, you were waiting for this moment, you had forgiven satoru the first night when he did every chore in the house, but you wanted to see him all worked up, you knew the pounding you would get when you finally gave in would make it all worth it. All your resolve crumbled immediately and you practically dove into him, teeth clashing in the roughness of the kiss, his hands gripped your waist, one reaching down to grab the swell of your legging clad ass and squeeze. Your hands rub the softness of his slightly grown out undercut, then they trail down the nape of his neck; it never failed to send electricity through his body, no matter how many times you did it

He dove forward, pushing you back onto the couch and crawling on top of you. The room filled with sounds of sloppy, needy kissing. His hand trailed down your body, making sure to take his time and show his love for your tits. He drug the tips of his fingers against your sides, sending shivers down your spine. Once his hand finally reached the hem of your leggings it stopped there for a second, and just the tips of his fingers broke past the hem and ran back and forth across your abdomen. Even when he was as worked up as he is, he would never miss a chance to tease you; you had a feeling there would be a lot of that as payback for putting him on this ban. He lead open mouthed kisses down your navel and onto the tops of your breasts.

He used his unoccupied hand to pull down the top of your tank top, which you of course had gone braless under. As your tits fell out his mouth immediately attached to your nipple “So beautiful baby. Fucin’ perfect” he mumbled, barely understandable with his mouth full of your tit. His other hand finally broke past the hem of your leggings and inched down till he reached your cunt, sopping with need for him. His long nimble fingers trailed light circles on your throbbing clit  then dipping down to your weeping hole, and then back up, and then down, he continued this action for far too long in your opinion. Your head thrown back letting out whines and gasps “Please ‘toru….” you pathetically whine out. He releases his mouth from your nipple “Please what baby? Come on, you’re a good smart girl, and good smart girls use their words. So, what is it? Please what?” The sound of his voice when he says this makes you want him even more. So as embarrassing as it is, you comply. “You ‘toru…need you” you whine out, god if anyone heard this they’d think you were some pathetic slut; which, you were. Satorus pathetic slut. “Gunna have to be more specific honey…what do you want from me? Where do you want it?” He was always this way, he always made you say what you wanted from him, how bad you wanted him. You knew that this wasn’t just sexual, you knew that you saying how badly you wanted him healed his insecurities that he may not be enough for you. “Your hands, your mouth” “and where do you want them? You want them here?” As he runs his hand along your inner thigh. Fucking tease. “Want  ‘em on my pussy ‘toru” You all but pout when you say it, at this point you were sick of the games, you needed him.

When he heard this a smirk immediately splayed across his mouth. “atta girl” You were thinking about how you wanted to kiss slap that smirk right off of his face until he finally gave in and started rubbing tight circles on your clit, and his mouth met where you needed him most. You were letting out moans of pure lust, gripping and pulling his hair, in turn causing him to moan into your pussy, sending the vibrations through your body. Your legs begin to pull in, wrapping around his head. Before you can get too far in this action, his veiny hand grips your thigh holding it back. He’s still lapping and sucking at your pussy, going between tounge-fucking you and sucking on your pretty, sensitive clit, and you can feel the band in your abdomen beginning to tighten. Then he sucks your clit all while using his tongue to trace figure eights around it, and that’s what causes that tightening band to snap. White spots cloud your vision, and your back arches, your grip on his hair does not lessen, neither do the efforts of his mouth. At this point, you don’t know whether to push him away or pull him in. Before you can decide he rises, his face glistening in your slick, god, he always looked like an angel like this, when doing the most sinful things. 

He climbs back up and kisses you hard, you can taste yourself on him; you understand why he loves the taste so much. You begin to push yourself up and now he is below you on the couch, with you in his lap. You suckle onto his jawline, sure to leave marks tomorrow, which satoru loved, he would say you were “marking your territory” (that joke turned you on more than you would like to admit). You ran your hands down his rock hard chest, the years of jujutsu training serving him well, you stop for a second to play with his hard nipple, He'd never admit how sensitive his nipples were. Your hand kept going down rubbing against his abs, you swear you could ride just them, you might just try, but that’ll have to wait, you have one thing on your mind right now, to please your your man. You toy with the strings of his sweatpants, it’s then that you notice the wet pre-cum stain on the front, he must have been grinding into the couch while he pleased you. now you were going to return the favor. You slip off the edge of the couch and drop to your knees in front of him.

“I was so mean to you, ‘toru, lemme make it up to you?” You look up at him with doe eyes “Please” he whimpers out and spreads his thighs. You pull his sweats down just enough to free his aching cock, a long shaft, not much darker than his creamy skin tone, a pinkish purpleish mushroom head, and trimmed white hairs on the base. You place a small kiss on the tip and then start tracing your tongue along his slit. He lets out a gasp as soon as your mouth makes contact with him, his hips involuntarily buck up. You begin to take more of him into your mouth, eventually taking him to the hilt, feeling the burn in your throat, and your eyes begin to water, but you fight through. You bring a hand up to lightly massage his heavy balls and start bobbing your head up and down. He moans at the action but still, you know what would really make it up to him. You pull back a bit, take his hand in your own, and place it on the back of your head, for the first time, his head comes forward and he looks at you for confirmation, you nod to the best of your ability. He immediately begins bucking his hips, and moving your head back and forth, starting off slow. As your throat loosens and adjusts to the intrusion he speeds up his pace, truly fucking your face now. “fuck…so pretty like this…letting me use that slutty mouth for whatever I please” You moan at his words, the vibration triggering a groan from him. Just as you begin to feel him get closer, he pulls you off. “Nuh uh, my first load in three days is going in your pussy”

He easily picks you up, and you wrap your arms around his waist and keep sucking hickeys into his collarbones as he Carries you up to your shared bedroom. 

Once you make it into the room and past another load of undone laundry he lays you down on the bed, he pulls your leggings off, and sheds himself of his sweatpants. He rests your legs on his shoulders and places a quick kiss on your ankle. He begins to rub his fat cock between your wet folds, you’re practically dripping for him. “Fuck such a perfect pussy…look at her trying to suck me in. I knew you were dying without me, sluts like you can’t go that long without getting fucked” Even thought you could tell he wanted you just as bad, the arousal clear in his voice. “Please ‘toru….put it in, please fuck me” That's all it takes for him to finally push himself inside you, and you feel the beautiful burn of him stretching you out. He lets out an almost pornographic moan when he’s finally inside you, he’ll never get over the way your velvety walls feel wrapped around him.

He sets a fast pace of fucking you that had your eyes rolling back in your head. “Yeah? You like that?” He asks, even though he already knows the answer. You try to answer him anyway, but you’re too fucked out to even think so all that comes out is a small “y” sound between moans. Tears begin to prick in your eyes from how good he’s fucking you, as soon as he notices this it adds fuel to the fire inside him. “Aww, you cryin’? Huh? Cryin’ for my cock?” You can only moan and whine in response. He pulls out, but before you can even complain about the emptiness, he’s got you flipped on your stomach, pulling you up into doggy, pressing your back down into a deep arch, and filling you up again. He’s fucking into you relentlessly, abusing that sensitive spot inside you. He slaps your ass, watching it jigglr from the impact then reaches forward and wraps his hand around your throat, applying pressure to your pulse points. “Open.” He orders, and you open. He lets out a cocky chuckle “Look at you, such a cock drunk slut, don’t even question me.” And as soon as he’s done speaking a fat glob of spit falls from his lips to your tongue. The second it hits your tongue you moan and your pussy clenches, this doesn't go unnoticed by satoru. “Yeah? Felt your pussy clench down on me, like being treated like a worthless whore? Yeah, I know you do” Your fists ball, white knuckling the sheets and an unfamiliar feeling begins forming in your abdomen.

The feeling is foreign but it’s not a bad one so you let it keep developing, plus you can feel satoru getting closer, his thrusts getting sloppier, and you can practically feel him throbbing inside you. As he keeps bullying into you, the feeling in your abdomen gets stronger and stronger until it snaps. You could swear you passed out for a second, liquid gushing from between your legs, your whole body shaking. You can hear satoru letting out a string of curses as he reaches his peak as well, the image of you and the feel of your perfect pussy clenching down on him sending him over the edge. He bottoms out, releasing his load, as his balls contract and he fills you to the brim. “Shit. Holy fuck that was hot, you’re doing that again” Oh yeah, you were in for it tonight

[bringthekaos]

Ok so maybe kind of an unpopular opinion here: I've seen many fics, and it's a common hc, that the Piltovian elites dislike Viktor because he is a ~ zaunite ~ but I'm like... no, piltovian elites would LOVE Viktor precisely because he is the perfect fairy tail for meritocracy advocates, a pacifier for the ruling class consciousness. "See? This young man was SO POOR and he FOUGHT his way to the top! He must be so inspiring for the undercity youth!" (Nevermind that the system they imposed is the reason he had to fight in the first place, that he had to cheat to get there, otherwise it would have been impossible). He represents the idealized version of the "hard working, honest, intelligent man who is different from his peers and therefore triumphs over them", it's the proof that the system works (ignoring of course that he is the exception that proves the rule). In a way like Golden Boy Talis, he is also an accessory to flaunter during investor's galas and maybe another way for him and Jayce to find a connection

Oh I think you’re absolutely right, he is a poster boy that the bureaucrats can hold up and say, “see? There is no war in ba sing se no barrier keeping Zaunites from achieving greatness in Piltover, he did it!”

It’s the same old talking point the far right in America uses. “There are no barriers, you’re all just lazy!” But they like the idea of him more than they like him. Because he’s just a thing they can laud to show off how benevolent they are, “we’re not xenophobic, see??”

Never mind that he has to bend over backward to meet standards that are set higher for him than any average Piltovian. Never mind that he has to traverse a city that is focused on form over function, a city that is inaccessible in almost every way. So as long as he maintains their status quo as the perfect “success story” they can swing in their favor, then they “like” him.

But the second he makes a misstep, the second he breaks that status quo, they will turn on him. We’ve seen how they don’t even show mercy to one of their own (Jayce) when he fucks up, I can only imagine the mindset when it’s a Zaunite, the backpedaling and lies—“I knew we shouldn’t have let him in, didn’t I say it? I was suspicious from the beginning, but I kept my mouth shut because I am a philanthropist!!”

The only one who truly saw him for who he is… was Jayce. From the very beginning, Viktor wasn’t some charity case, a trophy of the good work of the Piltover Council. He was Jayce’s partner, his equal in every way. Jayce saw only Viktor’s genius, his brazen determination to do good, even in the face of real consequences.

Which is why the Divorce is gunna hurt Viktor so bad. The entire city of Piltover turning on him… not shocking in the slightest, and honestly he knew it was just a matter of time. None of them actually liked him, they just used him. But not Jayce. Jayce was the one person he thought he’d never lose, the one person he trusted to actually protect and stand by him. And I don’t know how the falling out will go down in Arcane, but one thing is for certain, Jayce will not understand.

[axylotzzi]

Birthday Love

Wrote this for my bestie ever @cloudpalaces ! Hope it can bring some happiness to all the Hobie lovers on their birthdays!!

Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x GN!Reader | T | <1.2k

It wasn’t like Hobie to be nervous, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t. He wanted this night to go smoothly and be perfect. It would be the first birthday with his love and he wanted to make it a special day for them. He teetered between wanting to plan everything or just going with the flow–the best tracks came from improv, after all.

He finished placing the last flower into the vase and gave it a spin, smiling to himself as he thought about your eyes lighting up when you saw it. He had a few other things to gift you, but he’d seen these flowers as he went around town and thought about you every time. Seeing the time, he set them on the table before quickly heading out. The plan was to pick you up and swing back over to his side of town to take a nice walk on the docks before spending the night together.

It wasn’t long before he was at your place, the trip feeling short as he thought about you the whole way. He landed on your balcony and knocked at your window. His smile only grew bigger as he saw you come over to open it for him. Soon as you did, he leaned forward and embraced you in a tight hug. He gave you a kiss on the head before he pulled back to look at you, still holding you close, “Happy birthday love, ready to celebrate?” He gave you a big toothy smile that made your heart beat faster.

“I’m excited to spend it with you.”

“Hope I make it a good time.”

“Anytime spent with you is.”

Hobie gives you a chuckle before cupping your cheek. He rubs his thumb against it gently while looking into your eyes, then leans in to give you a soft kiss. “Let’s get going then.” He helps you out the window and wraps an arm tightly around you, prompting you to hold on tightly to his waist. The air up high feels nice against your skin and it’s easy to enjoy the view because you fully trust them to keep you safe. 

“How was the trip, no motion sickness?” He asks as you land at the docks.

“Almost none, think I’m getting used to it.” you say, smiling up at him.

“Ah, that’s grand, maybe soon we can get you your own slingers.” He jokes, smoothing out your tousled hair. You lean up and give him a small kiss as a thank you, getting a beautiful smile in return. He laces your fingers together as you two start walking to his boat. 

It’s a nice night out and conversation flows freely. Lots of laughs are shared and plenty of kisses too. Hobie swings your arms as you walk and every now and then the swing is high enough for him to place a kiss on your hand. It’s so lovely and playful with him. Once you get to his dock he gives your hand a squeeze before letting go. “Race you there!” He says as he’s already sprinting away. 

You get there just after him and catch your breath as you take in the place. He turned the fairy lights on, giving a warm light to the entrance. You see him standing under a handmade banner with a big smile on his face. He lifts his arms up high and twirls around, “Surprise!” You see that there are more little handmade decorations around and a few balloons on the ground. “I know it’s just gunna be us tonight, but wanted the place to look nice still.” 

You take his hand as you go up the last steps, “It looks amazing, Hobie.”

“Glad you like it,” he keeps hold of your hand and pulls you toward the inside, “there’s more inside.”

You can see the decorations carried over to the inside as well, everything in your favorite colors. He stops at the living area and gives you a cute smile. It’s been set up to sit and watch tv on the floor while having dinner. 

“Everything looks so nice ‘Bie, thank you so much for all this.”

“It‘s nothing, love, you deserve it and more.”

He motions you to take a seat and watches as you spot the flowers. His smile grows as your face lights up just like they knew it would. 

“Are these?”

“Yeah.You like them? They made me think of you.” 

You look away, flustered, “they’re beautiful.”

“Almost as much as you.” He says smoothly, moving to grab something from the kitchen. 

He comes back with a bag, “I got some of your fave earlier.” He starts setting the containers on the table, “thought about making it, but thought it’d be better to just get it from that place we went to together.” He finishes taking everything out and serves you then himself. You thank him and give him a kiss which he returns gleefully.

The conversation continues so nice you never turn the tv on before finishing the meal. Your attempt to clean up is quickly stopped by him as he takes care of it all. 

They come back with a small present in hand. When he gives it to you, you can see it’s wrapped up in parchment that’s fully decorated with his doodles. You give him a smile and thank you, carefully unwrapping it, wanting to keep his art as well. Inside, you find a sketchbook with the covers decorated and a lovely drawing on the inside. “Wanted the first page to be used so you wouldn’t hesitate to use it up.” Hobie says in a soft voice, you can't tell if the gift or his tone carries more love. 

You exchange more kisses and curl up into his side. He gives you a hug, “oh wait, sorry love, almost forgot.” He gets up quickly and comes back with a small cake and candle, “most important part.” He sets it down and slides back into his spot. He grabs a lighter from the table to light the candle before dramatically singing you happy birthday. Once you blow out the candle, he daps a bit of the frosting on your cheek. He laughs as you do the same to him, then kisses it off yours, wiping away any left with a damp cloth. 

You take turns eating the cake and feeding some to each other. This time, it stays on the table as you two get cozy. At some point, he reaches for his guitar while still holding you. He shifts you so you can comfortably be between him and the instrument. “I know, I know, I’ve given you a lot tonight, but just one last thing, alright?” he says before you can say anything, laying your head on his shoulder instead. 

You feel the vibrations in their chest as you watch his fingers play. It’s a beautiful song filled with so much love for you. When he finishes, he leans down and kisses your cheeks, kissing away tears you hadn’t realized came out. 

“I love you tons baby, I hope you can feel it.”

[mrprettywhenhecries]

separate ways [b.h]

two. | heartbreaker

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 5.5k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, angst, jealousy, masturbation, oral (m!receiving), billy flirts with mrs. wheeler, use of fatphobic language, horror elements ⇾ a/n: And here we are, on the cusp of the events of season three!

[ masterlist ] [ win lewis bio]

February 1985

“Oh fuuuck– fuck, Win–”

The words slipped through his clenched teeth with a groan as his palm slid over the ridge of his swollen head, each frantic pump of his fist bringing him closer to release.

The nudie magazine he’d tried to get off to was tossed aside atop his rumbled bedding, switched out for one of the polaroids of Win stretched out atop the very same bed, stormy eyes lidded with desire as she gazed up at him, her perfect perky tits on display just for him.

Just the thought of that memory was nearly enough to send Billy over the edge.

Billy, I need you!  Please!  

“Shit–” he hissed, his breath catching as his hips gave an involuntary jerk, his cock swelling in his hand seconds before he came, white ropes spurting against his stomach and over his hand.

It was the thought of Win’s breathy voice in his ear that had tipped the scales, and Billy grimaced as he gave his twitching length a few more languid strokes before going limp.  Letting out a long breath, he snatched some tissues from his nightstand to clean himself with before letting his eyes flutter shut.

A wave of regret washed over him like a sudden riptide and Billy hated the choked sob that slipped out, more following it like a dam bursting inside his chest.

Curling around himself, he felt hot tears dampen the pillow beneath his face, but once he began to cry, he couldn’t stop, no matter how many times he called himself a pussy for sobbing over a girl.

But she wasn’t just any girl and he knew that.

And that’s why it hurt.  Like a knife twisting in his chest.

But after Heather’s New Year’s party, Billy had vowed no one would see him like this again–no one would see how much he hurt.

—

Early March 1985

School had pretty much gone back to normal, and despite his falling out with Tommy, Billy found he was never short of fans–girls wanting to get with him, and guys wanting to be seen with him–and though it make him feel emptier than ever, at least he didn’t look like a friendless loser.

Besides, if Billy had it his way, as soon as he was done with school and had enough cash, he was putting Hawkins in his rearview mirror.

At least, that’s what he told himself.  Even if it didn’t quite feel right either.  Even if it felt like there was something missing.

Cranking the heat up, Billy glared out the Camaro’s windshield as he waited for Max.  She stomped through the snow toward him with her hands shoved into the pockets of her teal and red puffer coat, and when she finally yanked open the back passenger door, a sharp gust of wind blew into the car.

“A new girl again today?” she grumbled glancing at the blonde in the front seat next to Billy.

Sure enough, she was different from the one he’d driven home just the day before.

“Took you long enough,” Billy growled instead, ignoring Max’s thinly veiled jab.

The girl in the front seat–Hannah, or Anna, Billy couldn’t remember honestly–leaned around the seat to try to introduce herself to Max, but the redhead merely rolled her eyes.

“No offense, but you’re not gunna be around long enough for me to bother,” she said flatly, and Billy knew she was right.

He’d originally planned on dropping Max off first and heading out to Lover’s Lake to fool around for a bit, but the realization that this girl, like all the others, was merely a skeleton key filling the void meant for someone else put him off and he changed his mind, turning down the street toward her house instead.  When he parked without a word in her driveway, Hannah, or Anna gaped at him for a moment before angrily grabbing her bag and getting out.

As soon as he was alone with Max, she climbed into the vacated front seat to stare sullenly out the window.  “I miss Win,” she muttered under her breath and Billy’s expression darkened, his gaze flicking to her as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“Yeah?  Well, whose fault is it she’s gone?” he asked, a dangerous edge to his low voice.

Max’s head swiveled toward him, her mouth falling open incredulously.  “You’re joking, right?” she scoffed, her blue eyes narrowing.

“If you hadn’t snuck out that night, we wouldn’t have had to go looking for you, and none of it would have happened!” Billy growled, seething as the emotions hit him afresh–like an old wound that had never fully healed.

Max snorted, sharp and derisive.  “No, if you hadn’t attacked Lucas and Steve, then she’d still be here.  She left because of you!”

Billy’s eyes flashed wildly, his rage surging to the surface.

“Listen here, you little shit–!” he snapped, ready to lash out, to grab her coat and shake, when it hit him, and he froze, his hand tightening on the steering wheel instead.

What would she think if she were here?  If she saw this?

The rest of his words died on his tongue and he shot Max one more tense glare before returning his eyes to the road, feeling her surprised gaze on him as he turned away.

“It wasn’t my fault,” he muttered stubbornly, despite starting to wonder, if maybe it was.

—

April 1985

Billy tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in time to the music blaring through his speakers as he tore down the road, barely noticing his date in the seat next to him.

“Where’re we going?  I thought the turn off to the lake was back there,” she said suddenly, tugging at Billy’s sleeve and he glanced over.

“I gotta top off the tank first,” he replied, turning instead into the drive of the nearest gas station and pulling up in front of the pump.

“Ohh,” the girl exclaimed and Billy wasted no time in getting out and opening his gas cap and grabbing the nozzle.

As it began to pump, he leaned back against the side of the Camaro, letting his gaze travel aimlessly.  Movement inside the convenience store window caught his attention and he froze when he realized the girl working behind the counter was none other than Win.

When had she started working there? He wondered, giving a jolt as the pump kicked off.

Shaking himself, Billy slipped his confident mask back in place and closed up the gas cap.

“I’m gunna go pay, you want anything?” he asked, leaning into the window.

“Uhm, maybe a soda,” his date replied, though she sounded unsure and Billy fought the urge to roll his eyes.

Pushing away from the car, he sauntered into the building, squinting slightly against the harsh fluorescence as the door chimed and swung shut behind him.  He didn’t glance at the counter as he strode to the back toward the row of coolers, playing it cool, as if he hadn’t noticed her on the way in.

Grabbing a couple cans of Coke, he ambled back to the cash register, setting the pop down and leaning against the edge of the counter.

“When’d you start working here?” he asked, tossing a pack of gum next to the cans.

Win’s eyes flicked from Billy to the counter before they went toward the window to peer at the Camaro, no doubt noticing the passenger.  However, if she felt any way about it, she didn’t show it, her mouth staying in a straight line.

“Week ago,” she said curtly, punching in the amount he owed for gas.  “That all?” she asked, eyes flicking back to him.

Billy’s tongue ran across the seam of his lips before he let out a sigh.  “Pack of Marlboro Reds,” he answered and Win nodded, reaching above her to snatch a packet from behind the counter.

“Taking her out to the lake?” she asked, almost hesitantly, and Billy froze as he was counting out his money, her sudden inquiry taking him by surprise.  

Before he could answer, the door chimed and Win’s gaze swung past him, but she didn’t greet whoever had entered.  Glancing behind him, Billy groaned softly when he noticed it was his date.

“What’s taking so long, Billy?” she whined, sidling up next to him at the counter, her pout disappearing as she noticed the drinks and she reached across him to grab the closet can and crack it open, bringing it to her lips with a flirty moan.

“You haven’t paid for that!” Win snapped and the girl frowned.

“He was just about to, what’s your damage?”

Win didn’t reply, merely snatching the money from Billy’s hand and punching the buttons on the cash register with a scowl on her face.  “So I take it that’s a yes?” she muttered, her focus on counting out his change.

“What’s it matter to you?” Billy huffed, an edge creeping into his voice.

She was the one who’d broken up with him, was already fucking some other guy and now had the gall to be jealous he was on a date?

“Thought you were foolin’ around with Munson now,” he muttered sullenly.

Win’s eyes hardened and she clutched his change as if holding it hostage.  “I told you it wasn’t like that,” she argued and Billy scoffed, rolling his eyes.  

“Like I believe that.”

“I’m not sleeping with Eddie, you ass!” Win cried, practically throwing his money at him, hurt flickering in her eyes, and Billy felt like he’d been kicked in the stomach, knowing she was telling the truth.

“Billy, c’mon–!” his date whined, tugging impatiently at his arm, tired of waiting, but he was rooted in place, his mouth opening silently, unable to formulate the words he wanted to say.

I’m sorry, I didn’t know.

I only want you.

But the moment was over and Win raised her eyebrows at him expectantly.  “What’re you waiting for?” she spat and Billy’s mouth snapped shut, his jaw clenching.

“Let’s get out of here,” he muttered, giving Win one last unreadable look before letting his date pull him toward the door.

“What was that about?” she asked as they climbed back in the Camaro.  “It seemed like you knew her.”

“Forget about it,” he huffed, not in the mood to explain it to her, peeling out of the gas station with his gaze in the rearview mirror, as if he’d catch one last sight of her.

There was only one other car parked near the edge of the lake when they arrived and Billy kept his distance, parking as far away as he could for privacy.  A Blondie song started playing on the radio and he quickly changed the station, not needing another reminder of Win in that moment.  He very nearly changed his mind, suggesting they go do something else until his date reached across the console, her palm cupping his bulge and he groaned – it had been too long since he’d felt a touch other than his own, and his cock stirred eagerly.

His date wet her lips as she worked to free his throbbing length.  “I wondered just how big you are,” she purred and Billy groaned louder when her hand wrapped around his base.  “Oh fuck, you’re so sexy, Billy,” she exclaimed, but he was tired of her voice and he could think of better things her mouth could be doing.

Placing his hand on the back of her head, he forced her face down, hissing as her lips wrapped around him and her warm tongue curled around his length.  When she began to move, swallowing more of him into her warm mouth, Billy’s mind when blank, and soon he was bucking up into her as he held her in place, gagging on his dick.

“Fuck,” he growled, growing close, his cock swelling as he hit the back of her throat.  “Oh fuck, Win–” he moaned as he came, filling the girl’s mouth suddenly.  For a moment he didn’t realize his slip up, his head still hazy.

“What did you call me?” his date asked, leaning out the open window to spit.  “Did you just call me some other girl’s name?” she demanded and Billy cringed, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.

“Shit…” he hissed under his breath, not even bothering to deny it.  He couldn’t even remember her actual name. Heaving a weary sigh, he reached for his fresh pack of cigarettes, already past caring.

“It was her, wasn’t it?” the girl exclaimed, gaping at him.  “The girl from the gas station.”

Billy ignored her, lighting the cigarette perched between his lips and flicking his lighter shut with a snap.

“You’re a pig!” she spat, bristling with anger.

Billy snorted softly, blowing out a stream of smoke.  “Yeah, what else is new?” he huffed, sounding bored.  “I’ll take you home.”

The fact that he barely reacted only fanned the girl’s anger and she seethed as he put the car in gear and pulled away from the lake.

She didn’t even give that great of head, not like–

Billy’s jaw tensed, stopping the thought right there.  He began to wonder if he’d ever be free of her.

—

Late May, 1985

“Billy, you out here?”

Neil Hargrove’s voice was sharp, even over the radio playing atop the workbench in the corner and Billy scowled, pushing himself out from under his car to answer his father, sitting up and reaching for the already grimy shop rag laying nearby to wipe his hands on.

“Yeah, what is it?” he asked, frowning as Neil turned his music down.

His father’s disdainful gaze swept the messy garage before fixing on Billy.  “You know graduation’s coming up,” he said, planting his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, and–?” Billy prompted impatiently.

His father’s expression hardened.  “And you’d better have a plan.”

“A plan for what?” Billy scoffed, earning a second warning look.

“For what you’re going to do after you graduate.  You can’t just laze around here aimlessly like you have been.”

“I’ve already got a plan,” Billy muttered and Neils’ eyebrows rose.

“Oh, you do, do you?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, I said I did, didn’t I?” Billy snapped, pushing himself up to shut the Camaro’s hood.

“Watch your tone,” Neil warned, pointing a stern finger at him and Billy forced himself to take a deep breath to keep from snapping back.  “I hope for your sake you’re taking this seriously,” Neil added, heading back toward the door to the house, his hand resting on the doorknob.

“Because once you graduate, I’m giving you a week before I stop paying for your gas, so you better have a job by then.”

“What?” Billy exclaimed, his brows furrowing at the unfairness of it.

Neil snorted, pushing the door open.  “Unless you want to keep driving your sister around, like a good brother.”

Knowing that was the last thing Billy would want to do, Neil gave him one last pointed look before climbing the steps into the house, leaving Billy to fume.

Of course he was planning on finding a job, he’d even applied at a few places, only to not hear back from any of them and he was running out of time, graduation only a week away. That gave him two weeks before he was cut off.

Grabbing his keys, he jumped into the Camaro, peeling out of the driveway, a scowl marring his features.  Cranking his music up, he began to scan the business fronts along the main drag for ‘Help Wanted’ signs.  There were a few places he hadn’t applied yet, but working at a fast food joint was about the last place Billy wanted be stuck working.

Deciding to keep looking, he pulled off the main strip and circled down the side street toward the park, passing the gas station Win worked at.  He half wondered if he should apply there, just to spite her, before shaking the thought away.

They’d been broken up for nearly six months now and he still couldn’t keep his thoughts from her; did he really want to make things harder for himself?

What more did he have to do to get over her?

Suddenly, a sign out front of the Hawkins Community Pool caught his eye and he pulled into the half empty parking lot.  It looked like they were getting ready for their summer season which started June 1st, just a week away.

Billy gave one look at the ‘Seasonal Help Wanted: lifeguard and swimming instructor positions available, apply within’ sign and grinned to himself, feeling his luck begin to turn around.

After all, he’d always been a strong swimmer.

—

July 1st, 1985

Pushing open the changing room door, Billy brought his cigarette to his lips for one last drag as he let his gaze travel across the packed pool before snubbing it out against the rough brick of the building.  Sauntering out from under the shaded awning he passed Heather as she headed inside for her break, flashing him a smile he didn’t return.  

As he headed for the vacated lifeguard tower, he felt eyes on him and he turned his attention to the row of sunbathing women as he passed.

“Afternoon, ladies,” he greeted, flashing a grin that took in all of them, though one in particular caught his eye.

“Afternoon Billy,” they responded collectively, sitting up straighter in their lounge chairs.

“Diggin’ the suit, Mrs. Wheeler,” he exclaimed, letting his eyes flick up and down her magenta and teal one piece.

The woman preened at his praise, her face flushing slightly.  “Thank you, Billy,” she purred and he grinned to himself, pushing his aviators up on his nose.

A sudden flash of movement across the pool caught his attention and Billy brought his whistle to his lips, letting out a quick shrill blast, stopping the running kid in his tracks.

“HEY, LARD ASS!” he bellowed.  “NO RUNNING ON MY WATCH!”  The kid shrunk in on himself as everyone in the pool seemed to stop what they were doing to stare at him. 

“I gotta tell you again, you're banned for life!” Billy continued, wanting to drive the point home.  “Do you wanna get banned for life, lard ass?” he asked and the kid quickly shook his head. “Good.  Didn’t think so,” Billy muttered, giving another sharp whistle, signaling everyone to resume their activities, and the sounds of screaming and splashing returned, filling the air as he climbed the tower, taking his place overlooking the pool.

Though he kept his gaze on the swimmers, he could still feel eyes on his back and he grinned to himself.  Ever since he’d started working at the community pool, he’d been especially popular with the older women, and he had to say, he didn’t really mind.  It was a nice change of pace from the insecure, inexperienced high school girls he’d tried going out with since his and Win’s split.

If he could bag a cougar, maybe he’d finally get her out of his head once and for all.

A shrill whistle cut through his thoughts and he glanced at the large clock on the wall by the changing rooms and he brought his own whistle to his lips to signal it was time for adult swim.  The pool cleared, the younger children disappointedly climbing out of the water to grab their towels and find a place to sit off to the side while a few of the older women lounging nearby slipped into the pool for a swim.

Billy let his gaze follow one swimmer in particular.  Mrs. Wheeler’s languid backstroke across the pool seemed almost designed to catch his eye and he let out an amused breath.  It seemed that no matter how mature they got, there was one thing all women seemed to have in common when it came to him – they were all desperate, practically throwing themselves at him, and he could work with that.

Win hadn’t.  That’s what you liked about her.

Billy scowled at the invasive thought and forced it out of his head, turning his focus instead on formulating a plan.

By the time adult swim was over, Heather was back to swap him places and he made his way toward Mrs. Wheeler as she emerged from the pool, her hair slicked back and her colourful makeup somehow still in place after her swim.

“Looking good out there, Mrs. Wheeler,” he drawled, handing her a fresh towel to dry off with.  “Perfect form,” he added and she averted her eyes shyly.

“Thank you.  But your form is amazing,” she added and Billy couldn’t help but bark a chuckle which seemed to fluster her further.

“I mean, I’ve just seen you teaching… uh, lessons, swimming lessons,” she quickly amended, practically stumbling over her words.

She was exactly where Billy wanted her.

“You know, I could, uh, I could teach you, if you like.  I know all the styles,” he drawled, bringing a strip of gum to his lips as he listed them off, “backstroke, butterfly, breaststroke.”

“Oh–” At his words Mrs. Wheeler actually dropped her towel and Billy smirked as he bent to grab it, handing it back.  

“You okay?” he asked, knowing full well the effect he had on her.

“Y-yeah,” she assured him, clearly trying to regain her composure.  “I just–I didn’t think you taught adults,” she stammered.

“Well you know, not usually, but sometimes I offer advanced lessons to… select clientele,” he drawled, leaning in closer.  “Come to think of it, there is a good pool out at, uh, Motel 6 on Cornwallis,” he mused, slowly chewing his gum, letting his tongue swipe pointedly across his bottom lip.  “It’s very quiet.  Y’know, very… private,” he added, watching Mrs. Wheeler’s eyes widen and her lips part as his insinuation sank in.

“Oh–” she breathed again, her gaze quickly dropping.

“Shall we say, tonight?  Eight o’clock?” he pressed and she gaped at him a moment longer before hastily shaking her head.

“I can’t–”

“Can’t what?  Have any fun?” he asked, his smirk widening at her flustered reaction.  

“I-I just, uh, I don’t think I need any lessons.  Besides, I thought you had a–” she stammered, trailing off, unable to finish the sentence, to voice the words.

“A girlfriend?” he finished for her, his chest tightening at the thought.  “Unfortunately, we’re no longer together,” he muttered, his eyes darkening for a moment before his grin was back.  “But you see, I think you do need lessons,” he insisted, pushing past any lingering doubts.  “I just don’t think you’ve had the right teacher,” he drawled, smacking his gum, knowing by the look on her face that he finally had her.

“It’ll be the workout of your life.” 

—

His shift over, Billy made his way to the convenience store across the street.  The door chimed behind him as he strode inside, making a b-line for the coolers at the back before heading to the counter where Beck leaned, talking to Win behind the counter.

As he approached, the two girls went silent.

“What are you doing here?” Win asked, while Beck directed an unimpressed glare at him.

“That how you treat all your customers?” he chuckled, setting down the bottle of water he’d grabbed and leaning against the counter.

“No, only the assholes,” Win huffed, ringing up his purchase.

Billy clicked his tongue.  “Need to work on your customer service, Winnie.”

“And maybe you should get lost,” Beck replied defensively, glaring at him sharply.

Billy raised his hands in surrender.  “No need to get so hostile,” he drawled, smacking his gum, and Win rolled her eyes.

“You know, the reason I specifically applied for this job was because it was on the opposite side of town from you, and you just had to go and ruin it by getting a job right across the street,” she muttered, shoving his drink into his hands.

“Seeing my face bothers you that much, does it?” he asked, his lips twitching in amusement.  “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re still hung up on me,” he taunted, his eyes crinkling as his grin grew.

“Kinda seems the other way round to me,” Beck pointed out and Billy snorted heavily through his nose.

“Hate to break it to you, ladies, but I actually need to go.  I’ve got a hot date tonight, with an older woman,” he emphasized.  Running his tongue along the inside of his teeth, Billy’s gaze flicked expectantly to Win’s face, watching for the flash of jealousy he hoped would appear.

She was getting better at hiding it, but he knew what to look for, catching a glimpse of it in her stormy eyes, despite her otherwise level expression.  His victory was short lived, however, as moments later a tense grin curled Win’s lips.

“Hope you can actually remember her name this time,” she mocked, cocking an eyebrow at him, and Billy’s grin faltered.  

How could she have known about that?

Win’s smug smirk chaffed, but he couldn’t let her know that.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we won’t be doing a lot of talking,” he said instead, fixing his grin back in place, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing him rattled.  Winking at her, he nodded cheekily to Beck before pushing off the counter and striding out the door.  

However, as he headed home to get ready, he couldn’t help but dwell on how good the familiar banter had felt.  It reminded him too much of when they’d first met.

—

Billy’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel in time to the music as the dark Indiana landscape whipped by and he caught his reflection in the rearview mirror, a grin tugging at his lips.  

“Hey Karen,” he spoke aloud, practicing his greeting, his tongue wetting his lips as his gaze flicked to the road and back.  “You don’t mind if I call you Karen, do you?” he asked, wondering what she’d be wearing, if she had any sexy lingerie.

But the more he said her name, the stranger it sounded in his ears, the unfamiliar name feeling wrong on his tongue, and for a brief moment his grin slipped and doubt began to seep in.

Maybe he shouldn’t be doing this.

Before he could think too hard about it, however, a dark shape streaked in front of the car, smashing into the windshield inches from his face with a sickening crack.  A surprised cry burst from his lips and he frantically cranked the wheel, reacting a fraction of a second too late and swerving out of control, the Camaro doing a one eighty before skidding sideways off the road in a spray of gravel, stopped only by a telephone pole, the passenger door taking the brunt of the force.

Unable to brace for the sudden impact, Billy was thrown to the side, his head smacking against the driver’s side window and pain bloomed behind his eyes.  For a moment his vision swam and it took several seconds for the world to stop spinning.  Grimacing against the throbbing pain, Billy reached up to feel his temple, his fingers coming away bloody.

“Shit,” he hissed as he looked up at the windshield, the glass a spiderweb of cracks radiating from the spot whatever it had been had hit.  Probably some sort of deer with how big it had looked.  Unbuckling his seat belt, Billy pushed the door open and groaned as he practically fell out, pushing himself unsteadily to his feet.

“Fuck.  Fuck fuck fuck!” he growled as he circled the car to take in the damage.

Steam leaked from the hood and the passenger door was completely dented in from where it had connected with the pole.

“Piece of fucking shit,” he muttered, kicking the tire in frustration.  Frowning, he noticed a strange clear substance smeared across the windshield and leaned in to touch it, finding it slimy.  A rustling in the bushes nearby caught his attention and Billy hastily straightened, his gaze sweeping the circle of light cast by the lamp affixed to the pole overhead.

“Who’s there?” he called, hating the way his voice wavered.  A faint chittering sound filled his ears, seemed to come from everywhere at once, but as he narrowed his eyes, peering into the darkness to seek out its source, something wrapped round his ankle and yanked, pulling him off his feet.

Billy’s alarmed cry cut short as he hit the ground hard, knocking the wind from his lungs, and terror flooded him as he was suddenly hauled backward, dragged across the gravel toward the abandoned iron mill.

Clawing at anything he could reach, he caught the edge of the door frame he’d been pulled through, his fingers biting into the worn wood as he tried to hold on, his fingers slipping.  A frantic shout burned his throat, and then he was engulfed by darkness, his grip giving way.

Billy’s screams echoed in his ears, and when he finally hit solid ground, he let out a choked sob, trying to catch his breath, only to cough as the thick blanket of dust he’d stirred up filled his lungs.  A sound in the dark overhead made him scramble back, his eyes darting around the large empty room as his pulse pounded in his ears.

He knew he wasn’t alone, but it wasn’t until a massive fleshy shape loomed above him and moved into the moonlight that Billy truly saw what he was up against.  His terror filled scream was cut short as a clawed tentacle whipped out of the darkness, attaching to his face and forcing his mouth open. 

What came after felt like a nightmare and Billy passed in and out of consciousness, certain this was how he was to die as the thing filled him.

When he opened his eyes, he jolted upright, gasping a panicked breath.  The tentacle was gone, but he could still sense the hulking presence in the dark and he didn’t waste any time.  

He ran.

Billy's lungs burned as he fled the building, tripping up the metal staircase he’d been dragged down moments ago.  Bursting out into the night, he clawed open the Camaro’s door and turned the key, frantically looking over his shoulder as he urged the engine to turn over.  As soon as it roared to life, he floored it, spraying stones as his wheel’s sought traction.

Noticing a lone payphone not far down the road, Billy swerved, throwing his door open as soon as he parked, not bothering to turn the Camaro off before rushing to the phone booth.  Grabbing the receiver, he punched in 911, glancing back over his shoulder, half afraid of seeing the silhouette of the thing from the iron mill.

After several rings, the line clicked and the operator’s voice in his ear sent a premature rush of relief through him.

“Yes?  Hello?” he exclaimed, his head snapping up as the small light above his head flickered and went out, the line going dead.

His breath heavy, Billy looked helplessly at the silent phone receiver in his hand, a sense of dread creeping back in, and when he turned around to step out of the booth, he knew something was very wrong.

An eerie flash of red lightning branched through the sky overhead, though no thunder followed it and he nearly tripped over the dark vines that covered the pavement.  In the distance, a shadowy group of figures approached, silhouetted by the silent lightning while what looked like ash fell from the sky, landing on his jacket and in his hair.

“What do you want?” he called, frozen in place as the figures neared, walking down the desolate road toward him.  “I said, what do you want?” Billy repeated, his hands trembling at his sides.

Suddenly the hoard stopped and one lone figure stepped forward. 

Billy’s eyes widened in horror as he stared back at a mirror image of himself.

“I want you to build.”

His doppleganger’s voice sounded like his, but strange, almost monotone, another voice overlapping his, giving it weight.

“What do you mean?  Build what?” Billy exclaimed, trying to make sense of the strange vision.

“I want you to build what you see,” the shadowy Billy repeated slowly and Billy frowned, shaking his head.

“I don’t understand.  I don’t understand what you mean!” he cried.

When he blinked it was all gone.  Everything was back as it was and he heaved a shaky breath, wetting his lips.  He could try redialing 911, but what would he tell them?  That he’d been attacked by a monster and was seeing things?  They’d have him committed.

Getting back in the Camaro, he gripped the wheel with shaking hands and started to drive, heading for the only place he could think of that felt safe.

Pulling up to the dark curb, he stumbled up the walk, shivering beneath his leather jacket.  The front door loomed in front of him and he began to knock, his fist pounding frantically against the solid wood.

Inside, a light switched on moments before the door flew open and Billy let out a sob of relief at the sight of Win standing there, the light behind her framing her form.

“Billy, what–?” 

Her demand cut short with a gasp as Billy staggered into the light and she got a better look at him.

“Billy, what happened to you?” she exclaimed, her voice laced with concern as he nearly collapsed into her arms, relief finally spreading through him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.”

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This was just a little drabble I did because I was bored and work was slow lol.

warnings- angst and some violence ig

Chest heaving, you place your dagger into its sheath and turn away. Your enemy, now behind you, falls to the ground with bloodied armor. His sword was never a match for your agility and speed. You held yourself with pride as you walked out of the ring, seeing people look at you in fear. Internally you grimaced, the fear in their eyes and the way they cowered in your presence made you wonder how it got to this point in the first place. Was it just because of your battle from moments prior? No- this had been going on since you were but a child.

Playing in the town square you had a stick in your hand as you balanced upon the edge of the fountains wall. “I’ll win this time for sure!” exclaimed your small friend Virsi. She lunged at you with a stick in hand, play-fighting with you. You swung your stick to deflect hers as you gracefully stepped back on the brick wall. “Good luck Virsi, I’m still undefeated!” you stated in reply with a prideful yet cheeky grin. The two of you continued to play, going back and forth with playful banter as you swung your ‘swords’ at each other. You were fully immersed with the miniature fight, so you hadn’t heard the small crew of boys come up behind you. Suddenly you felt hands on the back of your shirt. They had pulled you away from your game and threw your stick to the ground. Clearly displeased with this you glared at the boy before you, who you’d previously assumed was their ‘leader’. You knew the crew well, unfortunately, and they had picked on you many times before. Rolling your eyes, you snapped “What do you want this time, Aymer?” “What? Can’t I come see the pretty princess?” You practically growled at the nickname, “I am no princess, if anything that’s you with how fragile your ego is!” you cleverly shot back with a smirk. The look of pure shock on Aymers face was something you wished you could capture and look at for days. Shaking his head to rid himself of the initial shock he glared back down to you, “I don’t have a fragile ego!” he exclaimed, ragefully. As he was distracted in his miniature tantrum you wretched your hands out of the grip of the other small boys and dove for your stick and held it up to them in a challenge. Aymer only tsked at you, “What? Do you plan to poke me with that or what?” he asked mockingly. Tilting your nose up at him you swiftly replied, “I challenge you to a duel, if I win you have to back off.” “And if I win?” he asked as he held out his hand while one of his goons handed him a stick. “That’s not gunna happen.” You quipped as you lunged towards him with a fast first attack. You knew he wasn’t much of a fighter but just because you were so nice you let the small duel drag on for the sake of his pride before you grew tired. You had let him back you against the wall of the fountain, making it look as if you were cornered, but this was really what you wanted. “Nowhere to run now Princess~” he teased. That was when you snapped your stick in half and threw the longer half at him, making for a perfect distraction as you dashed to the side and snatched his arm. You heard a small gasp from the boys that were watching from the sidelines. Taking his arm you maneuvered it around his back and pinned it beside his shoulder blade before you kicked the back of his knee and made him kneel. “I told you I’d win.” you stated smugly before releasing him and starting to walk away with Virsi following behind you. Enraged, Aymer charged after you; however, you had heard him coming and had turned around at the last moment to grasp his wrist and flip him over your shoulder. With the splintered stick you still had in your hand you held it over his throat. “You lost- give it up and live with your shame.” you said as you stood back up and took Virsis hand and walked back home. That was how everything began.

Now, you made your way back to the knights grounds and went to your quarters. As soon as you entered your room and kicked off your boots you heard a knock at your door. Groaning, you turned around and opened it with a small snarl, “What?!” you snapped as soon as you saw the head knight. “I heard you won another battle, I came to congratulate you.” he stated. “Thanks, but I take no pride in this victory.” “You say that for most of your victories. If you take no pride then why do you engage?” he asked. You turned around and went to your bed, leaving the door open. The head knight followed your silent invite to come in and closed the door behind him before taking off his helmet. “Come on Yin, you know I love you but I need an answer.” he said as he looked at your back that was turned to him. You let out a heavy sigh, “Katar, do we have to talk about this now?” you asked as you turned to look up at the head knight and your lover. “Yes, you always get into fights and you always win, but you never take pride, why?” he asked. “Because-” was all you said before turning your back again, heading towards your bed. “Because why?!” he asked, now slightly aggravated by your answer, or more accurately the lack of. Whipping your head around you glared at him before answering, “Because I never wanted it to be like this!” Katar looked at you with a shocked expression, you rarely raised your voice nor did you frequently express how you really felt. “What… What do you mean?” he asked, looking for clarification. You plopped yourself down onto the bed as you dropped your head into your hands. “I didn’t ask for this,” you started, “I never wanted to be feared for my skill, I never meant to even have any skill. I was just scouted and trained. But all I wanted was to live a peaceful life and be… soft-” you finished with tears brimming your eyes. Katar made his way over to your side and sat beside you before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “Then why didn’t you choose to be soft?” he asked. “I never had a chance to be soft. Growing up I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass. I had to be like that to keep everyone away.” you answered. “Why couldn’t you let anyone near you?-” he tried to ask before you cut him off shouting, “Because everyone wanted to hurt me!!” You huffed out a stressed breath before giving your reason, “I learned that you can’t trust anyone and that everyone had some fear…” you got up and got your boots back on, no longer feeling fatigued. “And people avoid what they fear. So I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me.” you finished as you opened the door and left the room.

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“I think Jasper should be the first to hold him after me” Ellen told him gently. Jasper eagerly walked over to her and tenderly accepted his son into his arms.

“He’s so perfect” he cooed, relishing in how warm, soft and adorable his new son was. “Thank you Ellen.”

“For what?” came the bemused reply.

“You grew him” Noah said, stating the obvious with an affectionate eye roll. “Jasper just gave you the last ingredient, you did the rest!”

“Noah!” the new parents exclaimed, both in laughter and mild disgust. 

Noah shrugged, unbothered. “Well, I’m gunna head to bed as that’s what I was going to do when Dalton decided to make his arrival known. Night guys.”

Before he went into his bedroom, Noah quickly and quietly logged onto his internet banking. 

Without either Jasper or Ellen aware, he set up a bank account in Dalton’s name and sent some money into it. Over the years it would grow interest and Noah could then gift it to him if he wanted a car or a deposit for a home of his own. Odd to think so far ahead in advance, but this was Noah’s gift to his nephew. He’d sworn to also do it to any nieces and nephews he got from Phillip and Emily’s marriage as well.

As Ellen was exhausted from her labour and wasn’t in the mood to start breastfeeding, Jasper got some of the formula baby milk that he’d bought ahead of his son’s birth.

After feeding him, he made sure to burp him which he son did, loudly enough to wake the dead, and which made his father laugh out loud.

“My son” Jasper said, eyes welling with tears again. “My handsome little man.”

“I never knew I could be this happy.”

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Part 4: Omg this example is acc hilarious because it’s the same person from the original example. I share a backyard with the other tenants in the house and they have 2 big dogs. One day I went to go take out the garbage and the dog tried attacking me. I was TERRIFIED. I wouldn’t necessarily say I was being blamed for it but they’re like ya he’s nervous you have to be gentle and you have to call his name and wait for him to greet you, etc etc. if I’m waking up in the morning for work theoretically and I’m going to take out the garbage I’m not gunna spend 10 EXTRA minutes so the dog can warm up and not viciously attack me in my OWN backyard that I pay rent for. Oh what’s that? “Maybe you shouldn’t do it before you’re leaving for work.” Ok still, say I do it the night prior, I still have to fear a big dog attacking me in my own yard. Here’s a solution so I don’t have to find a solution for YOUR dog. Train it. OR keep it on a long chain if it’s gunna attack people? The fact that I’m expected to live around your aggressive dog on my own property is insane. Lastly; my coworkers. Training new people is annoying as FUCK. You’d think oh, an extra set of hands it should help. Sometimes it can make it a LOT more stressful cuz you’re trying to do what you need to do while explaining what they need to do and they’re in your way a lot of the time. I also have noticed a lot of trainees really give the energy that they don’t give a shit. I mean I don’t give a shit either but when you’re not willing to retain information just cuz u don’t wanna be here it’s annoying repeating myself 17 times every shift. So because I understood this too much I was like more than pleased to be treated like shit at work cuz I was like oh they probably have so much to deal with. Until it had been a few months, I knew I wasn’t perfect at my job but I pretty much knew what I was doing and they would go out of their way to give me issues saying I wasn’t doing it up to their standard when in reality they don’t EVER do it up to standard they just enjoy bitching. About EVERYTHING. There’s rules for a reason but there’s certain things that if they aren’t followed by the T it’s not gunna effect your tip or the business like chill.

[lovelyleclercs]

Flowers, Horses, and Miracles

Mick Schumacher x Fem!Reader

Short summary: You and Mick are happily married, however there is something missing.

Warnings: Not proof read, tooth rotting fluff, mentions of birth, pregnancy, infertility, bloodwork, sickness, daddy!mick

Word Count: 1942

Requested: no

The Schumacher ranch has always been one of your favorite places to visit. Life at the ranch was so much simpler than life back home in Switzerland. Wake up, go to the barns to see the horses, walk around the 5 acres of land, eat dinner around 6pm and then sit outside on the hay bales as you watch the sunset. Life couldn’t really get much better than that, right?

The entire property was absolutely stunning. To the left of the house were two barns that housed all of Gina’s horses as well as her horse riding equipment. Surrounding the barns was a huge piece of fenced in land that Gina used to practice her routines with her horses. She had two horses- one named billy and the other named gunnastepya, or gunna for short. She loved those horses more than anything in this world.

Past the barns was a beautiful field of flowers. This particular spot on the Schumacher property held a special place in your heart. Just two years ago it was the spot where you and Mick had said “I do.” It was the perfect little ceremony- only close friends and family attended. The two of you had both wanted a small, laid back wedding, and Corinna had done an amazing job at planning the perfect day for the two of you. She had planned out everything from the food and cake all the way down to making sure the ceremony happened right at sunset just how you had dreamed ever since you were a little girl. Everything had been absolutely perfect. 

You and Mick were back in Texas for the USGP- one of your favorite races on the calendar. Mick had gone out with Gina to the competition stables so that she could show him one of her show horses. You decided to stay back at the ranch as you were pretty tired from the 14 hour plane ride it took to get here and it was already almost 6pm. 

Since nobody else was home, you decided to make your way out to the flower field to watch the sunset. You sat down on the bench that was placed right in the middle of the field, and looked out ahead of you- the skyline giving you the perfect view of the sunset.

As you watched the sky turn different shades of orange and purple, you couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened since you and Mick got married here two years ago. Mick had gotten a seat in F1, you had gotten Angie, bought a house of your own together. In everyone’s eyes, you were a perfect couple who had it all- but that wasn’t always the case. 

You and Mick had been trying to get pregnant for nearly a year now. Ever since you were little, you had always wanted to be a mom. There was nothing you wanted more in this world. So when you were told at the age of 13 that having a child was going to be extremely difficult, you were devastated. Part of you wanted to believe that the doctor was wrong, that maybe he had read the bloodwork wrong, surely you’d be able to have kids. But now that you were actively trying, you realized that the doctor was right after all. 

Negative after negative had shown up on the little white sticks, each one hurting more than the last. You had tried everything google and your doctor had to offer- but nothing was working. You were mentally drained from it all. The poking and prodding to try to run tests to figure out what was wrong, every doctor telling you that they have no idea how to help you, Mick always being away- it was all too much for you. The two of you agreed three months ago to take a break from trying. As much as the idea was hard for you to wrap your mind around, you knew it was the best decision for your sake. You were getting nowhere and it was only upsetting you. 

However, about 2 months after you stopped trying, you would finally get that positive test result you had been dreaming of.  

The original plan was for you to go to Japan with Mick, but after coming down with what you thought was the stomach flu, you stayed at home all curled up in bed. When Mick had left for the airport, you had gone to the bathroom to see if you had any tests left just out of curiosity. Sure enough, you had one last test in a box at the bottom of your drawer. You decided to take the test, knowing full well that it would be negative just like the rest of them had been, only this time when you turned the test over, ‘Pregnant’ in big bold letters would appear on the tiny screen. 

You couldn’t believe it. Everything that you had worked so hard for the past year had finally actually worked. You were going to be a mom. Mick was going to be a dad. None of it felt real. You had gone to the store and gotten another box of tests, taking all of them just to be sure. When all eight tests came back positive, you broke down into tears. 

When Mick called you later that night after he had arrived in Japan, it took everything in you to not tell him that you were pregnant. With your upcoming trip to Texas, you knew that it would be the perfect spot to tell him the news. 

Two arms wrapped around you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You jumped a little and looked up, only to find Mick smiling down at you. “You scared me, Liebling” you said with a small chuckle as you placed your hands on Mick’s arms.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, my love. Gina and I just got back. We couldn’t find you anywhere so I figured you’d be out here” 

You smiled and took a deep breath, knowing this was going to be the perfect moment to share the special news with your husband. “Sit down, Mickie. I have something to tell you.”

Mick raised an eyebrow at you before sitting down beside you, his hands grabbing yours as he noticed they had begun to shake. “Honey, you’re shaking… what's going on?” 

“Remember how I didn’t go to Japan because I was so sick?”

Mick nodded “yeah, of course I do… are you ok?”

You laughed a little and squeezed his hands tightly. “I had an extra test in the drawer, so I figured I would take it just in case.. I wasn’t expecting a positive but..” You pulled the test out of your pocket, holding it out to mick. “I’m pregnant” you said with a smile as you teared up a bit.

Mick looked down at the test, completely shocked to see the positive result. “You’re lying..”

You laughed a little and pulled out your phone. “Trust me, I thought my eyes were deceiving me at first, but I took eight more tests and they were all positive too” you said as you showed Mick the photo of all the tests laid out on the floor. 

Mick looked at the photo in disbelief. “This is actually happening? I’m going to be a dad??”

“After all that hard work and all those doctor visits…” you said, tears forming in your eyes as you remembered how horrible the past year had been for the two of you.

Mick wiped your tears away “I know.. But all of that is behind us now.. We are going to have a baby!”

Eight Months Later 

Bringing little Emilia home was surprisingly emotional for both you and Mick. Nine months ago, the two of you had lost all hope that you would get the chance to bring a little baby home. Now, nine months later, you were doing just that. 

Mick had very gently taken Emilia out of her car seat before he sat down on the couch beside you. He looked down at his little girl in complete awe. The Schumacher genes were definitely strong. She had his eyes and nose, as well as his light blonde hair. She had his dimples and his lips. She was basically an exact replica of her father. As Emilia wrapped her tiny hand around Mick’s pointer finger, he couldn’t help but smile. “She’s absolutely perfect, meine liebe”

You smiled and rested your head on Mick’s shoulder. You had been pretty exhausted from the past couple of days at the hospital, so you were just glad to be home. “She definitely is. I don’t think anyone will ever question if she is your daughter, either. She is the spitting image of you, darling.”

Mick laughed a little and placed a kiss on the top of your head. “I can’t wait to take her to the ranch… to let her run around the flower field…”

You smiled at the idea of little Emilia running through the flower field one day. “Me neither…”

2 years later- the Schumacher ranch

“mama & papa?” little Emi called as she looked around for her parents. 

Corinna watched as the little girl ran around the house looking for both you and Mick. When Emilia finally made her way over to Corinna, Corinna knelt down and pulled her into a hug. “Mama and papa are just outside in the flower field, honey. Have you seen the flower field yet?”

Emilia shook her head as she wrapped her little arms around Corinna’s arm. 

Corinna smiled and picked emi up. “The flower field is a very magical place, liebling. Do you want to go see it?”

Emilia’s eyes went wide and she nodded, eager to see  this magical flower field her Oma was talking about. 

Corinna opened the back door and put Emilia down and pointed over to her parents. “There they are! Run along, go give them a big hug!” 

Emilia giggled and ran over to her parents, wrapping her arms around her father’s leg. “Papa!! Up!!” 

Mick laughed and picked Emilia up gently, holding her on his hip. “There you are! Did you sleep well, Liebling? You were napping for a while”

Emilia nodded, resting her head on Mick’s shoulder as she looked over at you. You placed a gentle kiss on Emilia’s cheek and smiled. “Did Oma let you out or are you finally big enough to reach the door handles?”

“Oma opened door for me! Said mama and papa were in magic field!!” she giggled. 

You laughed at the thought of Corinna trying to convince little Emi that the field was magical. In a way, it was. This spot held a lot of memories over the past five years. It was definitely a magical place in your heart. 

Mick put Emilia down and let go of her hand. “It is a pretty magical field, Emi. Do you want to see what it’s all about?”

Emilia nodded her head eagerly as she looked at you and Mick. 

“Ok, you lead the way then my little adventurer” mick said with a smile as he grabbed your hand.

As the two of you walked behind Emilia, you couldn’t help but smile. “I can’t believe how grown up she is… it's bittersweet.” 

Mick squeezed your hand tightly as he watched Emilia run up to a random flower and smell it, causing him to laugh a bit. “She might be growing up, but she will always be our little miracle.”

You smiled at your husband's words. You couldn’t agree more. “Our not so little, little miracle.”

[primofate]

Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] He introduces S/O to the team

Before you read this, might be a good idea to read the introduction first. To give you the whole low-down of the team and their dynamicsssss.

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Scenario: You and him have been dating for a while now. Why does the team not know and what’s their reaction in finding out/when he introduces you?

Warnings: AU if that’s not your thing then don’t read, not proofread...as usual.

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

You’ve been dating for nearly 5 months at this point. Beforehand the two of you were close friends. So the team kind of already knew you guys were close, but you’d never met the team properly.

It’s not that he was HIDING your relationship, its that he didn’t want to pressure you into meeting his team. They could really be an overwhelming bunch of high schoolers sometimes.

As it happens he walks to the gym hand in hand with you one day, his other hand on his duffel sports bag, thinking that he’d be the earliest one there as always. 

But when he slides the gym doors open his WHOLE TEAM greets him “CAPTAIN!” and then there’s an awkward silence that descends as they all catch him with his hand intertwined with yours.

KAEYA AND TARTAGLIA LOSES IT. “C-Captain, you had a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?!” “You finally made a move on her?!” “S’about time!”

Needless to say they both get knocked on the head by Zhongli’s fist. 

Zhongli sighs and turns to you apologetically but you say that you don’t mind meeting them. He perks up and claps his hands to ask his team to line up.

They do so diligently. Kaeya, Tartaglia and Thoma are giddy while looking at you. Xiao and Kazuha have their mouth slightly agape as if you’re some kind of rare species. Diluc and Albedo stare you down. 

You introduce yourself as Zhongli’s gilrfriend and as you do so Tartaglia’s eyes dart towards Zhongli who has a slightly shy expression on his face. 

“Oh, oh question time!” Thoma raises his hand “Does the captain secretly eat sweets behind our back?” You haven’t even answered when Kaeya asks “Does the captain ever glare at you (he mimics Zhongli’s face) and say 10 Push ups NOW!” Surprisingly Diluc raises his hand too “...Is the captain strict with you too?”

Zhongli gets irked the more questions are asked and he finally steps in with an ominous presence. “10 laps around the gym...NOW!” 

He apologizes to you again but you reassure him it’s totally fine and they all seem like such fun. 

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

The vice captain is a very secretive guy.

Not even his brother knew.

It’s not that he was ashamed of you, he just liked his privacy and you already knew that. 

But there was this one time where he forgot his textbooks under his desk and you had to go and give it to him while he was at practice.

Shyly looking into the door the first one that spots you is Albedo.

“...Do you need something?” you tense up at Albedo’s question and shakily hand him the textbooks.

“U-Uhm... D-Diluc’s...”

Albedo tilts his head and turns to shout at the team. “Someone’s looking for the vice captain,”

Everyone stops what they’re doing and snaps there head towards you.

Diluc jogs over, sweat still fresh on his forehead. Without thinking he takes the books from you, small smile on his face and thanks you.

The rest of his team freezes up all thinking: “Hold on, is he...SMILING?”

You’re oblivious to them staring and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. When Diluc turns back his team is glaring daggers at him, he stares back at them. Doesn’t say anything, and continues practice.

No one is brave enough to ask him about it.

Tartaglia whispers to Kaeya “You didn’t know about it either huh?”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

This MF would talk about you whenever he had the chance.

Y/N this, Y/N that, Y/N is so cute. 

Frankly the team is kinda tired of it. 

But when you finally visit one of their practices the team levels their gaze at you and think “Oh shit, he wasn’t lying, she is actually cute,”

Sees his teammates expression and brags even more. “I know what y’all are thinking. You’re thinking, OH! She’s actually really cute! Hm?”

Slings an arm around you shamelessly with a grin. “Back off boys, I’ll block all your attempts,”

Diluc is the one that walks up to you and you blink at him. Kaeya blinks at him, confused as well.

Diluc suddenly bows, “I feel sorry for you but please take care of him,”

The rest of the team either bursts out laughing or snickers behind their hand.

Their vice captain is low key savage

#4 Albedo (Setter)

The team finds out about you cause when they finish practice they find you waiting outside the gym.

Kazuha asks politely while the others look on “Are you lost?”

You straighten up and stutter a little, “Ah, uh, no, I’m...” You’re at a loss for words. 

Then Albedo suddenly appears from the gym doors and sees you. “Ah, were you waiting long? Sorry,”

Thoma tilts his head in question. “Albedo...Your sister?”

Albedo at this point was standing next to you already. “...No, my girlfriend,” like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Everyone is stunned into statues.

“H-How did you get one before me?” Tartaglia looks as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

“Next time you can just come inside and wait inside the gym, it’s dark out here,” their responsible captain suggests and you’re amazed at his kindness and bow at him with a thank you.

Albedo doesn’t see what’s the big deal and just grabs your hand and starts walking away.

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The team already knew since the first date. It’s because he.would.not.shut.up.about.it

That particular day at practice his spikes were a tad bit stronger than usual.

“Oi... you’re getting too excited...” Xiao mumbles at him. Tartaglia just grins and scratches the back of his head. “Aaaahhhh... I can’t help it, I’m so nervous for my date with Y/N!”

A few more dates later he starts showing off his phone wallpaper to the others. It’s a picture of you and him.

Kaeya tries to piss him off by saying, “Huh, we’ve never actually seen her in person. Maybe it’s photoshopped,” The others snicker.

Is so pissed, asks you to come immediately.

You thought it was an emergency so you come into the gym with a worried look on your face only to be hugged tight into his chest. “See? See? She’s totally real and totally cute!”

Albedo crosses his arms and blinks, then looks at Kaeya “...You totally baited him, he’s such a simpleton.”

Kaeya responds with a smirk “Right?”

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The most formal out of all of them and even tells them seriously that he had an announcement to make.

Next day he comes into practice with you in tow.

Properly introduces you as his girlfriend. 

Everyone is wide-eyed at how official it feels. Then you suddenly take out a big container of fruits and tell everyone it’s for them (The captain doesn’t allow sweets, he thinks it’ll fatten them up or some crap.)

EVERYONE IS BLESSED BY YOUR PRESENCE and Kazuha is just enjoying you getting along with them.

Kaeya and Tartaglia try to whisper and bribe you into making cookies for them. 

Albedo and Xiao stares at Kazuha thinking ‘If someone like you can get a girlfriend, we can get one too, right?’

You offer to come back next time with more fruits and some secret cookies.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Tried to keep it a secret because he knows his team will make a fuss about it.

The team finds out when his phone suddenly starts ringing in the middle of practice and he asks for a timeout to pick it up.

“Mm... Yeah... I’ll pick you up when I finish,” Everyone starts nudging each other when they hear him talk to you in an unusually calm and soft tone. So different from when he plays volleyball and gets angry at them.

By this point everyone tries to keep quiet and enlarge their ears to eavesdrop.

“Idiot... I won’t be late. I promised to take you out didn’t I?” 

Hearing their tsundere libero say something so sweet makes everyone combust.

When he turns back everyone is staring at him with smirks on their faces. “Hey, why not just ask her to come here?” Kaeya sneakily suggests.

Xiao blushes “A-As if I’d let her near you bumbling fools!”

He was worried it would scare you away, actually.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Literally no one is surprised he has a girlfriend.

It would be MORE of a surprise if he DIDN’T have one.

But they find out cause he left his phone out on the bench one day and there’d been a text message while Xiao was conveniently sitting on the bench.

“...Tohma, someone me--” Xiao looks at the screen where the message ‘I love you!’ is clearly written.

Xiao is so curious but is not gunna admit it so he nudges Kaeya or Tartaglia who might be sitting next to him and secretly motions over to the phone.

They read it and ask in a real loud voice “Oi Tohma! Who’s Y/N? They said I love you!” 

Tohma laughs nervously and since it’s already out he might as well introduce you. 

“This is my princess,” he says when you enter the gym to walk home with him that afternoon. You bow and introduce yourself and everyone looks at you thinking... “Ah, they look like the perfect domestic couple,”

Low-key everyone is jealous of how you dote on him.

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Pretty please part 3? (I can't believe I just said that)

Soft!Dark!Neighbour!Technoblade x reader

Part three

For those who have seen the vampire diaries, I based the lake house off of Elena’s lake house from the show. Just cause I was watching it earlier so🤷🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Warnings: kidnapped by Techno, Techno speaking Greek, sort of fluffy. Someone please request part four so I can save it as a draft or I’ll forget😂 talks of murder.

γλυκό κορίτσι - sweet girl

πολυαγαπημένος - beloved

Αγαπημένος - sweetheart

You kicked yourself for letting your guard down. How could you be so stupid to ignore the signs. Never mind that now. The question was, were you just gunna accept this twisted shit? Or were you gunna try and escape? Your eyes scanned around the room looking for-

“If you’re looking for an exit, the doors over there sweet girl.” You frowned when Techno gestured to the front door of the lake house he had brought you to. The place was rustic and well decorated, light spewed in from the big windows. It was cozy, and you had to kill off the part of you that said this felt like home. That he felt like home.

This was a trick. It had to be, you knew that. But part of you didn’t care and you listened shooting out of your chair, even stopping at the door out of some strange feeling of curiosity.

Would he stop you? Did you want him to? But once more he gestured to the door. You placed your hand onto the door handle oh so cautiously, twisting it and opening it.

Techno thought you looked so adorable the way you looked back at him confused. Thinking he’d actually let you go even for a split second before he spoke. “But I should tell you, once you get passed the lake there’s nothing around here but forest, cold and starvation.” He smiled a sickly sweet smile.

And there it was, the answer to your question since you had woken up a day ago. Why was he so at ease?

You looked at him with so much anger, he could almost feel the heat from your stare. “Come on now γλυκό κορίτσι,” he tutted, “come over here and try this for me?” He asked so sweetly. When you didn’t move, his eyes darkened, “Be a good girl.” He growled and you flinched at his tone, your feet moving to obey him.

He lifted the spoon to your lips, watching you like a hawk as you tried to swallow down the moan wanting to escape at his heavenly cooking. “Could use some salt.” You managed before loosing yourself in the redness of his Henley that graced his figure beautifully.

He chuckled kissing your forehead, “why don’t you go take a bath while I continue making dinner. Hm?” His movements mirrored yours as you lifted your head and sized him up.

“A bath?” You blinked slowly make sure you were registering everything he was saying.

“You can lock the door, there are bath bombs that I know you like in there. Everything you need to relax, how about a glass of wine too.” He smiled softly your way when you nodded. You couldn’t argue that it didn’t sound kinda perfect. He turned pouring a glass of your favourite wine before passing it to you and giving your ass a small tap urging you to go.

You did, hastily making your way to the bathroom and locking it behind you. Surveying the room you had peed in last night when you’d woken up and gotten over the shock. Because of past experience it didn’t take long.

Your ran yourself a hot bath, putting in all sorts of products before grabbing your wine, getting in and contemplating the big question-

“Why me? First my ex and now you I-“

“You don’t have to worry about him Αγαπημένος, I took care of him.” Techno said casually as if he wasn’t talking about murder. The table was set, and you had already taken a few bites of his delicious food. Your damp hair dripping onto your cozy pyjamas Techno had laid out for you on the bed.

“W-What do you mean when you say you took care of him?” You knew. From the look in his eyes you knew exactly what he meant.

“I killed him πολυαγαπημένος. Eat up your food will get cold.” He smiled that smile and you still melted even after finding out the gorgeous man sitting across from you was a murd- “Eat. Or I’ll feed you.” The threat was enough to bring you out of your trance and pick up your fork.

You chewed your last mouthful staring off into space, mulling over the thought that maybe there could be something wrong with you?

At that you looked over to Techno, watching as he picked up your plate and walked over to the sink to wash up. You still found him incredible attractive and when he speaks that different language you swear your heart skips a beat. It’s not the only thing pulsing.

Maybe there was something wrong with you? He killed someone but the way his bicep is bulging when he scoops your favourite ice cream into two bowls, the way he winks at you before placing the frozen treat back into the freezer, the way he kisses your hair so gently as he places one of the bowls in front of you before sitting opposite you again…maybe you could over look it?

Techno raises an eyebrow watching you stare at him so intently. And he remembers, “I just knew.”

“Huh?” You snap out of it, waiting for him to repeat.

“You asked me why you. When I first saw you, I knew you were mine.” He shrugged diving back into the bowl of ice cream. Your heart warmed for some stupid fucking reason you couldn’t even think of, but it did.

[shigarakis-cumdump]

An Unhealthy Obsession- Shigaraki x reader

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Summary: Short yandere fic based off the song “An Unhealthy Obsession,” by The Blake Robinson Synth. Orchestra. 

Cw: yandere and stalker tendencies

Word count: 1.9k 

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Many people would call Shigarki the creepy type if they saw him on the street. Slouched over, face always buried in his phone with his hoodie covering the rest. He looked like your local creep who hung around popular stores and malls by himself. He would go to one mall in particular, even more so after he realized they had a Game Stop there. He would frequently go in to browse, and while he was checking out one day, he met you behind the counter.

“Will this be all?” you ask in your sweet customer service voice, with your head slightly tilted. Shigaraki froze in place. No one this pretty has ever talked to him before.

“Um, yeah, that’s all.” he says quickly, looking down to the ground while you're bagging his games.

“This one’s my favorite; I’ve been playing non-stop since it came out, have fun with it!” you say as you hand the bag back. And you play games? Could it get any more perfect?!

“Thanks,” he managed before walking out of the store and finding the closest bathroom. He locked the stall door and sat down. With his heartbeat in his cock, he couldn’t stop thinking of how innocent your voice sounded, and how pretty you looked. He decided from then on you were his next obsession.

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Shigaraki visited the store so often he learned your schedule. He would watch others make small talk with you, and it made him want to steal you for himself. His blood boiled when someone else would make you laugh. Soon enough, seeing you at your work wasn’t enough. He wanted to know more about you. So he followed you home one day. He kept his distance, being too scared of appearing creepy to people around him. You lived a few blocks away from him, who knew!This made it very easy for Shigaraki to stake out across the street and just watch you for hours. You always kept your windows open, maybe for the natural light? He appreciated it though; in his eyes, you left your blinds open for him. So he could watch as you dance around your room with your dog, and then relax and watch tv, hugging a pillow as you accidentally fall asleep. You were precious, and he realized all you wanted, all you needed, was someone like him to cuddle up into, to make sure you were safe. After all, there were too many creeps who could hurt you- he was just making sure they didn't get to you.

Shigaraki made it back to his place, but you never left his head. He went from sitting in the bushes, to sitting hunched over his desk, looking up your name on every search engine imaginable. “Bingo!” he says once he finds your socials. He scrolls down your page, seeing your stories about going to conventions earlier in the summer, spending time with your friends and- oh? What’s this? You were hugging a boy in this picture. Shigaraki zoomed in to get a good look at his face. “Why would you want a bastard like him?” he grunted angrily. He clicked on his profile and saw a post of you two eating at “your favorite restaurant” together for his birthday. The post was from the beginning of this year, so maybe you weren’t still with the guy. I mean Shigaraki didn’t see anyone while he was stalking you, which was a good sign.

Over time, his camera roll would fill up with screenshots of you off of your profile, shaky pictures he snapped of you while you were working, etc. He was in the store just when you worked now, because any other time he was following paces behind you to wherever your pretty feet were taking you. Stepping up to the counter with a few games, you began checking him out. His voice low and quiet as he asked, “Do you play games often?”

“Oh sure! Whenever I have free time, really. But lately I’ve been too busy. We should totally play together sometime!” you beam. Play together? He wanted to do a lot more than that .

“C-Cool, then I’ll see you through a screen next time,” Shigaraki scratches his neck awkwardly. You give him that practiced smile you show to all the customers. “Oh, what time do you get out?” he asks, and you give him a confused look. “S-so I know when to hop on! Just in case..” he drifts off, trying to keep cool. You tell him around 8, and he leaves. That’s perfect. Gives him just enough time to run some errands.

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Shigaraki went to the hardware store and got the smallest cameras he would find. He hurried over to your place, and prayed the key was still under the rug where you left it. And it was! He unlocked your door, and your small dog ran up to him, jumping on his leg. “You’re a friendly little guy, aren’t you?” he says, leaning down to pet the dog. Don’t get distracted ! He reminded himself. He began by setting a few cameras up in your room, one facing each corner. This gave him a perfect view of your bed, desk, and closet. While he was in there, he picked up a piece of thin red fabric off the ground. He inhaled deeply, to smell a sweet and salty scent. He shoved them into his pockets for later, and finished placing the cameras.

Back out in the living room, your dog was following him around. Shigaraki knelt down and gave him a pat. He read the dog's collar; apparently his name was Shiro. Cute. “You want something, Shiro? You need some food?” he asked, looking around for his dog dish. He found it and filled it up and then sat on the couch. He took your panties out of his pocket, giving them another whiff. The smell shot straight down to his groin, heating him up. He pulled his phone out and went to his album just for you and scrolled through the pictures. He loved you so dearly, and one day you would know just how much he cherished you. He played back the small interactions the two of you had, and all the memories you’d have together in the future. He palmed his hardening cock, head leaning back on the couch.

It was 6:30, he still had a few more hours before you were back. He revealed his dick from his sweatpants, his tip leaking pre. He put your red panties in his hand, and started to jerk himself off- the soft lace brushing against the underside of his dick. His breathing became hitched and sporadic at the thought of you underneath him making the same noises. No, he wasn’t experienced, but you would teach him everything he needed to know!

“Y/N… god you’re so tight..” he groaned. His hips thrusting up into you as you let out lewd noises for him. He grabbed your face and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“God please- fuck, I’m close, Shiggy!” you whined under him, twitching with your back arched and a tit in his mouth. The thoughts that filled his mind went directly to his cock. Shigaraki humped his hand, wishing it could be you, waiting for when it was you. Maybe you’d even fuck on this couch, who knows. He quickly finished and made sure to leave nothing behind before heading out and staking out behind the bushes again.

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You throw yourself on the couch as always, sitting where he sat just an hour ago. You made yourself some tea as you turned the tv on. It wasn’t too late, meaning Shigaraki could watch you for a bit.

A little later, you make yourself dinner. You take the trash out and leave it by the road. Shigaraki, being the weirdo he is, makes his way across the street, dangerously close to your front window, to snoop through your trash. There had to be something good in there. . He rummaged through your trash to find empty take out containers, some paper, and- chapstick? He wasn’t big on using it himself, but if it was yours, it was automatically going on his lips. He thought of it like an indirect kiss from his one and only. It had a taste of sweet strawberries, probably what you would taste like if he ever had the chance to kiss you. One day, he keeps telling himself. He pulls out his phone to check your room cameras and he sees you starting up your pc. Right! You asked to game with him earlier!  Shigaraki raced back home to load his game, praying he would find you in one of the local servers. There was FlameThrower2050 , TheRadicalDude , SuckItRight , and Shiro’sCloud online. You had to be the last one. He shot you a direct message, asking if you were up for a game, and you said yes. You actually said yes! Of course, you didn’t know it was him. You went into a private lobby and you turned on your headset. “Hey, can you hear me?” you asked innocently. Your pure voice went right through his heart. “Uh yeah, you sound great,” he blurts out. “Oh, Shigaraki?” you remembered his name?! This left him ecstatic. The game starts and you play a few rounds, Shigaraki being in heaven. You ended up beating him. In every. Single. Round. A bit embarrassing for him, but you laughed it off and didn’t make fun of him for it. Oddly, that stuck with him. You were so nice the whole time- he couldn’t wait to talk to you at work tomorrow!

It was getting late, which is why you had to go, which also meant Shigaraki got to watch you on the cameras. He pulled out his phone, switching to the view of your bed. You crawled in with just panties and an oversized shirt on, how cute. You scrolled on your phone for a little, until it dropped on your chest and you fell asleep. Your phone battery is gunna die, silly… Shigaraki thinks to himself. He could always go over and plug it in for you. No! That was too dangerous!! What if you wake up when he’s standing over you? Certainly that’s not a good impression to leave. He argues with himself for a bit before he’s out of the house, running down the street. His feet carry him all the way back to your place. He grabs the key and goes for the door. It was unlocked. You left it unlocked for him? How nice of you! He sneaks in and Shiro is quick to jump on him. Shiro took quite a liking to him. He tiptoed over to your room, looking at your sleeping body through the door crack. He opened the door slightly, going in and looming over you. He pried the phone from out of your hands and plugged it in for you. You would thank him later; tomorrow! When you’d see him next. Shigaraki zoned out, watching you sleep soundly for a good hour, stealing pictures of you while you were snoring, and getting a quick sniff of your hair. He had stayed there a lot longer than intended, the sun starting to rise. He snuck out of your room and locked the door on his way out.

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“Oh, hey!” Shigaraki hears your pleasant voice call out to him from the counter. “Last night was a lot of fun; how about we play again tonight?” you ask him. He immediately says yes, his heart doing flips in his chest. This was the start of something good.

[mrprettywhenhecries]

ghost stories

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (OC) // Eddie Munson ✘ Lydia Bellamy (OC) // Robin Buckley ✘ Blossom Bellamy (OC)

⇾ w.c. 3.5k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairings, spooky stories, drinking, suggestive themes, but nothing explicit ⇾ a/n. a little halloween collaboration with @super-unpredictable98/@hawkinsglasscloset, featuring my Winnie and her Lydia and Blossom.

"Wow, great place to get murdered. Nice one, Win," Blossom huffed as Billy parked in front of the lonely cabin. 

"Chicken!" Lydia teased. "What’re you scared of?  This is the middle of nowhere, nobody will come here to kill you." 

"That is precisely why someone might come here to kill me!  I've never done drugs, I never drank alcohol or smoked, my organs are valuable!" Blossom cried.

“Oh, come on!” Win exclaimed, grinning as she got out, excited for their weekend away. “It’s not as bad as it looks!” she insisted, opening the door for Blossom.  

"You're right... it's worse!"  Blossom walked in and ran her finger over the mirror right by the door.  "Not only is it creepy, it's filthy too. Only you guys can drag me to these things."

“It just needs a quick dusting, that’s all,” Win said with a shrug, opening the curtains to a cloud of dust. 

“Don’t worry so much, B,” Robin said, joining her girlfriend inside, bringing their bags in. “We’re gunna have fun!”

"I hope so."  Blossom softened seeing her girlfriend. " Anywhere is perfect with you."

Eddie’s van pulled up moments later, parking behind the Camaro.  “Hey, guess I wasn’t as late as I thought I’d be,” he said, grinning excitedly as he jumped down from the driver’s seat.

"Hey, sexy!" Lydia called, rushing to greet her boyfriend, practically jumping into his arms.

“Hey, missed you,” Eddie exclaimed, lifting her off her feet, greeting her with a kiss.

"Missed you too!" Lydia took his arm once he set her back down. "I can't wait to have you holding me in front of the fire while we make s'mores."

“Mmm, sounds perfect,” Eddie mused, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “Then we can go back to our room and have some fun,” he drawled, his hands slipping down to give her backside a squeeze. 

"Aaah!  You naughty boy!" Lydia giggled, giving his hair a little tug. "Come on, it's getting cold out here."

"Don't want my lady getting a chill now, do we?" Eddie asked, shutting the driver's side door and pulling open the side panel to unpack the supplies. "Can you help me carry in the food, babe?" he asked, handing her one of the large canvas bags while he grabbed the large cooler. 

"Yeah, but that'll cost you a treat," Lydia winked before taking the bag to the cabin. "A special secret treat."

"Oh?" Eddie chuckled, tilting his head as he followed her inside. 

"This place is awesome, so cozy," Billy mused as he brought his bag and Win's inside, joining the others. 

“I knew you’d like it,” Win said, letting her eyes roam the room.

"Perfect place, nobody can hear you screaming my name," Billy whispered teasingly, leaning into her. 

“Yeah, other than our friends,” she pointed out, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Nah, I have a feeling they’ll be a little too preoccupied to notice,” he replied with a smirk, pulling her down with him to the old dusty couch. "They'll be busy playing their own dirty games."

Win laughed, collapsing into his lap. "I guess that’s true," she agreed, fighting back a grin.

“It’ll be a nice break from everything,” Robin said, pressing a kiss to Blossom’s temple.

"A break from Steve," Blossom laughed, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. "I could use a warm shower."

"I hope his date goes well," Robin said.  As much as she loved teasing Steve about his string of bad luck with women, she did hope he could find someone that made him as happy as Blossom made her.  "Why don't you take a quick shower and we'll get a fire going," she offered.

"I hope so too, he's so nice, he deserves it," Blossom nodded, stealing a kiss and turning to find the bathroom.

"Have a nice shower," Robin called, giving Blossom's ass a soft smack as she walked away. "Okay, who wants to help me start a fire?" she exclaimed, heading for the hearth.

"I will," Billy offered, giving Win a quick snuggle a kiss to the tip of her nose before getting up to help Robin get wood for the fireplace.

Win scrunched her nose at him, sitting up to watch them, resting her chin in her hand as she let her eyes follow her boyfriend's ass.

Billy looked over his shoulder to find his girlfriend observing him. "Enjoying the view?" he teased.

"Always," Win replied, winking at him. "Do you guys need any help?" she asked, pushing herself up. "I think we got it," Robin answered, tucking her hair behind her ear as she added some wood slowly to the small flame that Billy had started.

Billy was gonna say something about letting the men take care of it, but he quickly held his tongue, remembering Robin wasn't a man and not wanting to offend her.

"What sort of treat would you like?" Eddie asked his girlfriend, dropping the cooler in front of the fridge to unpack it. 

"Surprise me," Lydia grinned, taking the food from the bag and putting it on the counter.

Eddie smirked, handing her an ice cold beer. "That what you had in mind?" he teased, kicking the fridge door shut with his foot as he leaned across the counter.

"Shhhhh!" Lydia giggled, pressing her finger against his lips though she nodded in agreement. 

Eddie grinned against her fingers before licking them teasingly and cracking the beer open. "You want any?" he asked.

"Yeah... but only if you give it to me," Lydia said pointedly, wetting her lips slowly. 

Eddie glanced up at the others who were pretty distracted by the fireplace before taking a long draw from the can and pulling Lydia closer, his lips slotting with hers. 

Lydia drank from his mouth, and though the beer was cold, warmth spread through her body, stemming from where her lips met his.

“You’re welcome, you looked parched,” Eddie chuckled, drinking some more for himself.

"I feel a lot better," Blossom announced as she left the bathroom, wearing a big fluffy robe and pajama bottoms.

Robin straightened when she heard her girlfriend, grinning proudly as she dusted off her hands. “Look, we’ve got fire!” she exclaimed, gesturing to the hearth as Blossom joined them. 

“You guys are so handy,” Win laughed, pulling Billy back to the couch with her.

"You've seen nothing yet, wait until it's time to wash my car in the summer... you'll be drooling," he teased.

“I can’t wait,” Win murmured, tugging his shirt collar down to press a kiss to his collarbone. 

"My hero!” Blossom cried, throwing her arms around Robin’s neck before lowering her voice to a whisper.  “You're so hot when you do manual work.”

Robin chuckled. “The place feeling a little more welcoming now?” she asked. 

"Definitely and it's nice and warm... you know, I could fall asleep out here in your arms," Blossom pulled her down to the couch as well.

“That sounds nice,” Robin murmured, breathing in the scent of Blossom’s shampoo.

“So what do we wanna do now?” Win asked, looking around at the others.

“Once it gets dark I say we play some drinking games and share a few ghost stories,” Eddie suggested, pitching his voice low as he wiggled his fingers ominously, a grin tugging at his lips.

"Oh come on, no ghost stories, I don't like attracting that sort of thing," Lydia groaned. "It's all bullshit anyway." 

"Who's the chicken now, huh?" Billy laughed. "If you don't believe in them, there's no harm in telling a few."

“Yeah, c’mon Lyds, don’t be a buzzkill,” Win said, giving her friend a mischievous look. 

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll keep you safe,” Eddie teased, wrapping an arm around her.

"Fine, whatever, I don't believe in ghosts," Lydia insisted, rolling her eyes. "But just for the record, you all suck." 

"Some of us more than others," Billy said, making a blowjob motion with his hand.

A laugh burst from Eddie at Billy’s innuendo and he pressed a wet kiss to Lydia’s cheek. “Got that right,” he agreed smugly. 

Lydia stuck her tongue out before going back to the kitchen to heat up their dinner. 

"Don't mind her, she doesn't like horror stories since our brother told her about something called Alice Human Sacrifice," Blossom laughed.

“Sounds spooky!” Robin said, tickling Blossom’s sides. 

“Well, I’m excited. I like being scared,” Win said, stealing Eddie’s beer can to take a drink.

"It's just a silly tale Simon made up," Blossom laughed. "Our dad is always encouraging him to write more crazy stories." 

"Who is Alice though?" Billy asked. 

"Nobody," Lydia shrugged, offering each of them a plate of lasagna. "Simon made them up."

“So, what’s the story?” Win asked, accepting the food eagerly.

"There was once a little dream, and being afraid people would stop dreaming it, it decided to bring people to itself in a sort of wonderland," Blossom began, setting the tone as she slowly glanced at her friend’s faces. "Each person lured in was an Alice,” she explained.  “The first Alice was a singer who was adored all over the land and that made him quite arrogant.  Until one day a madman shot him, making a red blood rose bloom from his head." 

"The second Alice were a pair of twins, a girl and a boy who were lured by their curiosity," Lydia continued, rolling her eyes. "But the land warped their vision and pit one against the other until they killed each other with their bare hands, never to wake from their deep slumber."

"Interesting," Win murmured, wondering if there was more or not.

"That would suck killing your twin..." Robin mumbled, chewing her lip.

"Yeah, I think killing anyone would be sorta bad, but especially your twin," Blossom ageed.

"It doesn't make much sense, but Simon is just like that..." Lydia huffed softly. "He watches too much anime." 

"Yeah, that sounds like him," Win snorted, taking another bite of lasagna.

"Who wants a drink? I say it's time we really get this party started," Eddie exclaimed, glancing out the window, noticing how dark it was growing outside.

"I'll have a beer," Billy said, raising his hand nonchalantly. 

"Me too," Lydia winked at her boyfriend. 

"Yeah, same," Blossom nodded. "Oh!  Did you guys read Tomie? It's a new horror manga that just came out in the Monthly Halloween magazine."

“Hon, I think you and Lyds are the only ones that have read that,” Robin pointed out with a grin while Eddie handed out several cans of beer.

"Ugh, people have no taste!  This guy should be famous," Blossom huffed, taking her drink to go with her dinner.

"Maybe one day," Lydia agreed, taking a sip from her own can.

“Anyone else got any scary stories?” Robin asked, looking pointedly between Billy and Eddie.

“Oh, I do,” Eddie said, his grin widening. “But first I think we need a little ambiance,” he drawled, turning off the lights, leaving only the fire to see by.

"Oh, here we go..." Lydia breathed. 

"Now it's getting good," Billy chuckled, reaching around behind Blossom and discreetly running his fingers up her back like a spider, making her scream. 

"ASSHOLE!" She cried.

"Billy!" Win chastised, giving his shoulder a shove as Robin stuck her tongue out at him, pulling Blossom into her arms to comfort while Eddie plopped down on the floor in front of the fireplace. 

"So..." he began, waiting to make sure all eyes were on him, a feral grin on his face. "It was a dark, cold night, much like this one--" he said, glancing around the room from under his long bangs. "--and a group of friends, much like us, decided to camp in the middle of the woods. They were having a fun time, everything was going well, until night fell--" he said, his voice dipping low.

"How surprising," Lydia snorted; she knew his storytelling skills were off the charts. She’d seen him as the dungeon master for his epic campaigns and she loved it. 

"What happened when it got dark?" Blossom asked.

Eddie turned his grin on Blossom, glad to see she, at least, was hooked, while Robin looked vaguely uneasy and Win was watching him intently. 

“The moon came out from behind the clouds and shone down brightly, its light filtering through the foliage to the forest floor beneath. A couple of the group decided to go get some more firewood and they ventured out further along one of the trails. Soon they came upon several dead animals,” he said, pausing for effect. “However, they could see no apparent cause of death, no blood or wounds, no sign of attack, and yet there were more than one, spread out along the trail.”

Lydia put aside her fear and skepticism and decided to enjoy the story as if it wasn't a load of wank. "That's... intriguing," she murmured, curious to know what was causing the deaths.

Eddie raised an eyebrow at her, determined to at least give her the heebie jeebies. 

“Unsettled, the couple hurried back to their campsite, telling the others what they saw, but their friends dismissed it, laughing at them for being too jumpy.” Here Eddie paused to take a drink, exhaling deeply before continuing.

“All seemed to be back to normal, the friends drinking and partying late into the night, when a twig snapped nearby and the rustling of leaves announced something approaching. The friends jumped to their feet, their hearts in their throats as their eyes swung to the sound. Moments later a deer came into the clearing and stopped, its ears perking up as it froze. The friends watched it, not wanting to startle it, when suddenly, it fell to the ground, dead. Nothing having touched it,” he exclaimed.

Lydia took Blossom's hand; now both sisters were hooked and slightly disturbed by the image formed in their minds. Billy on the other hand, saw where the story was headed and was already planning a little stunt that would for sure freak the girls out.

“Oh shit—“ Win breathed, slipping her arm around Billy’s, as she leaned into him, though her focus was all on Eddie. Eddie, however, noticed the glint in Billy’s eye and nodded to him before continuing.

“Now thoroughly spooked, several of the teens began to wonder if they should leave or find a new spot to camp, but the others argued, not wanting to pack up camp in the middle of the night. Besides, they figured the strange animal deaths were probably caused by some sickness or maybe poison they had gotten into. 

“Talked into staying, at least for the night, everyone went to sleep, crawling into their tents. The next morning, when one of the girls awoke to take a piss in the woods, she tripped over a large dark shape not far from the smoking fire pit. At first it appeared to be a pile of clothes, but upon further inspection, it was one of her friends, their body cold and eyes wide open and staring.”

"What was it? How did they die?" Lydia exclaimed, jumping slightly when she saw a shadow pass by the window.  "I saw someone! There's something out there!" she cried, pointing toward the dark window pane.

"I'm sure it's nothing," Billy huffed dismissively, winking at Eddie.

“You’re just jumping at shadows!” Robin exclaimed, though her voice wavered, rising in pitch as her eyes darted to the window.  Eddie’s grin widened and he leaned in closer to finish off the story, enjoying the way he had them in the palm of his hand. 

“As soon as the girl realized what she’d tripped over, she screamed, scrambling away from the body. But by the time the others roused from their tents, alerted by her cry, she too was already dead, not a mark on her.  

“Frightened senseless, her friends ran, fleeing into the woods, chased by an unseen attacker. And one by one, their screams too were silenced, and to this day, no one knows what happened to them, their bodies never found.” Eddie’s voice was near a whisper now and the flames behind him danced, casting eerie shadows against the walls of the cabin. 

“Now, there are some who think the mysterious deaths of the teens and the animals were caused by a toxic airborne chemical leak, but others, others say it was the work of an old hermit who lived deep in the woods, hidden away from the world, who conversed with spirits and demons. They say he could steal your soul just by touching your shadow.”

"Your shadow? That's... um, that's stupid," Lydia said, clearing her throat, but she screamed when she heard a knock on the window. 

There was no one there except for a tree branch that looked a bit like a hand. 

"Who's there?" Blossom asked, seeing another dark figure flashing past the opposite window.

"I’ll go check," Billy said, disentangling himself from Win’s grasp before getting up and slowly walking to the window. 

“Billy, wait—“ Win began, her words dying on her tongue as he peered through the glass, his eyes going wide and his mouth falling open in a silent gasp before he suddenly collapsed.

“Billy?” Win called, frozen in place on the couch, fear clutching her chest.

“Oh haha, very funny, Billy,” Robin said, her voice slightly hoarse. 

“Yeah, very funny,” Lydia agreed, though there was an edge to her voice. 

Eddie, however, jumped to his feet and hurried across the room, dropping to knees and leaning over Billy, listening.

“He’s not breathing!” he exclaimed, and Win shared a frightened look with Lydia and Blossom. 

“Eddie, watch out!” Robin exclaimed when she saw the shadow of a hand silhouetted through the window, its thin fingers reaching toward Eddie’s shadow on the floor behind him.

"Eddie!" Lydia shrieked,  jumping and tackling him, rolling with him to a darker corner. "Fuck! Stop playing, it's not funny!" 

"Stop messing around, Billy! We know you're alive!" Blossom said weakly, trying to believe it. "Wait, Robin, don't go over there, stay in the dark where there’re no shadows!"

“I’m not playing!” Eddie exclaimed, fighting back a grin as he pulled Lydia atop him. 

Robin hesitated, but Win didn’t, pressing her back to the wall and edging closer to the window to peer outside. There was definitely someone out there; she hadn’t been hallucinating the shadow of that hand. 

“Billy,” she exclaimed, dropping down to her knees and crawling beneath the windowsill to his side. He still hadn’t moved, even when she poked his stomach. “Playing dead, huh?” she grumbled under her breath. “Maybe this will revive you,” she said, leaning down to kiss him.

Billy’s lips curved beneath hers and he kissed her back.

"Call me Snow White, babe... cause your kiss just saved me," he joked, pulling her closer to kiss her again. "You totally believed it for a second!  Come on, it was a great joke!"

"You're lucky you're cute or I'd pummel you for that joke," Win exclaimed, pinching his arm before kissing him back. 

"Aww you love me," Billy chuckled, rolling atop his girlfriend. "It was just an elaborate plan to get a kiss." 

“Oh really? That’s kinda dumb seeing as I kiss you all the time,” Win huffed, though she wore a small grin, her fingers tangling in the chain of his necklace to pull him closer. 

"Happy Halloween!" Steve exclaimed, opening the window from the outside, waving with the hand-shaped branch. "Henderson! Come here! You need to see their faces!" 

"Steve? Dustin?" Blossom narrowed her eyes, fixing her glasses. "What the hell are you doing here?" 

"You arse! I fucking hate you! That was so not funny!" Lydia cried, smacking Eddie's chest with an angry huff.

"Yes it was!" Eddie cried, howling with laughter. "You should have seen your face! And you thought it was bullshit when I started," he reminded her.

"Steve!? You lied to us? You like to me?" Robin gasped, her mouth falling open. "Did you even have a date at all?" she exclaimed. 

"No, Eddie asked us to help out with his prank so we just... you know," Steve jumped into the cabin and helped Dustin inside. 

"It was bullshit! I didn't believe it for a second, I was just... pretending!" Lydia exclaimed, folding her arms over her chest. "You're not getting any tonight."

“Awww c’mon, Lyds!” Eddie exclaimed, pulling her into his lap and kissing her neck. “I could protect you from the monsters,” he murmured.

“We’re gunna get you back for this, you know that right?” Robin said, throwing Steve a level look.

"Yeah, we expected that would happen," Dustin chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. 

"You're all so done," Blossom warned while Lydia turned her head with a little humpf, though she didn't push Eddie away. 

"You'll need to spoil me a lot tonight,” she muttered.

“Oh trust me, I have some things up my sleeve,” Eddie purred, kissing his way up Lydia’s jaw.

“Yeah, don’t even think about talking to us!” Robin exclaimed, though she wore a goofy grin, pulling Blossom into her arms to comfort her. 

⇾ taglist. @elliethesuperfruitlover @b1tchygh0sts @heartbreak-sandwich @vampyreddiemunson @everybodylovessteve

[quellmythirst]

Going Up Part 5

Summary: The idiots go on a date.

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: Idiots, swearing, dates, fluff.

An: My dudes, I think might be the second to last one. Love you all.

Part 4

//Y/N//

You ended up borrowing a dress from Nat while at work yesterday, uncertain that anything in your closet would be appropriate for the posh venue you had picked out for the dinner you'd planned. You'd seen the suits Billy wore, pictures of the building he worked in and figured he would appreciate the effort of you picking out a nice restaurant in a swanky part of town.

Nat had done a full profile on Billy while you mined through her closet. It had everything from his service records to what he liked to eat for breakfast, though she had been unable to find any kind of record of him before he joined the marines. You didn't know why that was, but you assumed that it was from family money. You knew that the rich could pay their way off the records and with Anvil seeming to appear overnight it made sense that someone had paid all his expenses.

Shit, it was nearly time. You adjust your dress, the hemline just skimming over your knee, the fancy stilettos you had gathering dust in the back of your cupboard now adorning your feet. One last glance in the mirror and you see yourself, a picture of elegance and grace. You throw on a red coat, just in case the weather decides to turn. You feel so different from the normally stiff and businesslike attire you wear everyday, you looked like a woman. The confident, self assured woman that was on the inside was finally reflected in a way that wasn’t a power suit.

When you exit the elevator into the lobby, Billy is already waiting for you. His tight leather jacket clings to him in all the right ways, his dark jeans wrap around his dump truck ass and his hair kinda fluffy, it appeared so soft. You wonder how it would feel on your fingers.

You take a second to calm yourself and realise he looks a lot more casually dressed than you expected. A far cry from the crisp suits you were used to seeing him in. You feel your insides start to burn, God you had misread this so bad. How could you have worn this dress with your fuck me heels? Shit.

You couldn't recall what you said to him while you were drunk, but now you were starting to think maybe he had made a move on you and you had blown him off. FUCK! You scream at yourself internally, this was all Bucky’s fault he kept feeding you drinks trying to figure out when and where your date was happening. But you hadn’t told a soul except for Nat and only because she needed a reason before she would lend you her dress.

He stood from the wall he was leaning on, his eyes dancing over you in the dress, your height almost matching his in the heels you were wearing. How was he even hotter from this angle? Your eyes meet his in a perfect line from across the room and you feel your breath catch in your throat. Should you turn around? Come back later in a pair of jeans and t-shirt?

“Fuck,” he says, biting down on his lip as he approaches you, “you look stunning. I think I'm underdressed,” he looks down at his clothes, opening up his jacket to reveal a sweater.

“I'm gunna go change,” you say, turning away to head back up to your apartment, when a strong hand reaches out, catching you in the crook of your elbow.

“Don't you dare,” he leans in close to your ear, “I want everyone in New York to see the most beautiful woman in the city,”

“Oh, umm-” You feel yourself flustered at his words, “I made reservations for us. But if you wanted to do something else…” you trail off still not turning around. Not wanting him to see just how his hand on you was making your eyes cross.

“I had an idea, but we can do your thing first,” He pauses, and you catch him looking down the sweetheart neckline of your dress, “do I need to change?” he asks, shifting his eyes back to yours and taking a step back.

“No you'll be fine, I doubt anyone could turn you away,” you reply, gently shoving him in the arm.

"Good point" He winks at you, extending his elbow for you to take as he leads you to the car you had booked.

XxxX

You arrive at the French restaurant and Billy seems a bit taken aback at the choice you made, staring up at the large wooden sign.

“I really think I should've changed,” he says, peering up at the sign and shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Nonsense, my boss is part owner of Maison Close, they have to let us in.” you say, opening the door for him to enter.

Approaching the hostess, her long blonde hair strung up in a tight ponytail, you watch her critical eyes fall over Billy and yourself. Well, she glanced at you, focusing instead on your date. Seemingly displeased when she sees his outfit, but smiling once her eyes land on his handsome face. Fuck, some people where just to easy.

“Good evening, welcome to Maison Close,” she says in a terribly fake French accent, “do you have a reservation?”

“Yes, 8pm for two under the name Stark,” you say, turning to smile up at Billy, his arm coming to rest around your waist when you both notice the hostess give him a flirty smile.

“I see, well Mr Stark is already here. Follow me,” she takes two menus, her hand gesturing outward for you to follow her.

“Hold on one sec,” you say to the woman before turning to Billy, “sorry, Tony said I could have the table tonight. I didn't realise he would be here.”

“I was hoping to have you all to myself,” Billy says, peering around the corner when he hears obnoxious laughter from the restaurant.

“That'll be him. Maybe we should go someplace else,” you say quickly looking around to see Tony surrounded by most of your friends. Unfortunately the billionaire spots you.

“Hey Stonie, come join us! Let me meet ya friend,” Tony yells from his signature booth in the back.

“Fuck,” you mutter, before taking Billy's hand, “Run,” You sprint out of the restaurant and into the busy street, running to get away with Billy running along behind you. Only stopping when you reach the next block and try to catch your breath.

“What was that about?” Billy asks, smoothing your hair back behind your ear, “don't want me to meet anymore of your friends?”

“No it's not that,” you sigh leaning back into the brick wall, “Tony's just-" you try to think of the right words, “-you know those friends that actually think they're your parents?” Billy nods, waiting for you to continue, “well, since I started my job he's been my dad friend. I'm pretty sure you'd never want to even associate with me after meeting him.”

“I'm sure that's not true,”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

“Did you want to go someplace else and eat? “He asks, “I know this great little Italian place a few blocks from here.”

“Sounds perfect,” you say, hoping he doesn't mean the one you think he means.

The walk was faster than you expected. The only sound the city passing you by as you try to think of something to say that's not going to ruin the evening. But nothing comes to mind. Instead you walk quietly and you can't remember the last time you shared a comfortable silence with anyone.

//Billy//

Fuck you looked so sexy in black, the dressing showing just the perfect amount of skin. While the red coat made sure that you stood out, he couldn't wait to get the full effect of the dress when you took it off. Though he had seen some of what was going on underneath, he couldn't help but wonder what the dress was truly hiding.

He did wonder however as you approached the Mom and Pop restaurant why you didn't want him to meet Tony Stark. The guy was a genius, surely he couldn't be that bad. The rest of your friends seemed to be amiable aside from who he now knew as the Black Widow. Were you embarrassed by him? Embarrassed that he had come to your date dressed down? Embarrassed that you'd gone on a date with a nobody meanwhile all of your friends were somebody.

He couldn't be sure, but the way you kept looking at him had him guessing. That perfect smile peering across at him while your red coat accentuated those pretty eyes. He'd held it together for this long, he could keep his hands to himself for a bit longer. All he had to do was wait and hope you don't realize that he's just been playing at this rich boy act.

Opening the door for you to the restaurant his hand almost on your back. The delicious smell of garlic and pasta in the air as he led you to a small leather booth. Taking the seat opposite as to not box you in and well, really he just wanted to keep looking at you. Memorizing the tiny changes in your face with every expression, if this was the only date he ever got with you, he was not going to forget it.

“Evening kids, just the usual?” The waitress asked you both.

“Ah yeh,” you both stammer at the same time.

“Do you come here a lot?” He asks, a dry laugh following the question.

“Umm. Yeah, sorry I didn't say. I wasn't quite sure. But yeah, this is where we debrief usually.” You say twirling a stray hair around your finger, those delicate little fingers that got to touch you, how he hoped that maybe they would touch him.

“Me too, me and Frank came here all the time after-” he pauses, maybe he shouldn't tell you that.

“I have something to tell you,” you say, coyly looking away, a sign that he had seen on the face on guilty parties in the past. His heart skips a beat, worried that you figured him out. Maybe you’re going to tell him this is some sick joke or that you're actually investigating him and his company, what he doesn’t expect is the blush that creeps up your neck, the cute way you kind of hide your face. Maybe he could just delay the inevitable. He held his breath as you continued to speak, “I don't know if you figured it out yet but I-” he cuts you off, wanting to regain control of this conversation. If you talked about yourself more, he thought you would be less inclined to ask him about himself. That was safer, easier.

“You're an Avenger? Yeah, Captain Rogers kind of gave that one away,” he says, taking a sip of his drink. He could see you taking the bait, people loved talking about themselves and it gave him the perfect opportunity to hide.

“Not so much, I'm more of a-” you pause, staring off into the distance, “a consultant,” You say with confidence before continuing, "and I may have well- I looked you up,” you blurt out all at once. He feels his drink catch in his throat, but thankfully he doesn’t think you noticed.

It takes a minute for him to process, what did they have on him? Surely you must know everything then, so why were you here? Why had you asked him out if you knew? Was this actually a honey trap? Maybe you only found the good parts? Maybe you liked the bad?

“There's something I need to tell you as well,” he thinks out loud, when his mind stops spiraling.

“What's that?” You ask, turning your gaze upon him curiosity lacing your delicate features. Your elbow resting on your table, holding your chin in your palm. Fuck he wished it was his hand on your face, to trace the soft line of your jaw.

“You look absolutely stunning in that dress,” he says, taking your other hand from across the table and placing a small kiss on it.

“Thank you, I borrowed it from a friend,” you smile, those beautiful eyes sparking in the dim lights of the restaurant, the goose flesh spreading up your arm from where his lips touched. He feels his heart start to pick up and has to let go of your hand, lest he take you right here.

You spend the next hour in polite conversation, he tells you about Anvil and you ask about Frank. He tells you stories from the war, about Frank and his small family. You discuss your job, though he can tell you’re withholding things. He can't exactly blame you, he himself carefully misdirecting questions about his own childhood when he asks about yours.

“I've got it,” he says, taking the bill and leaving a very generous tip for the waitress, “want to go see a movie?”

“That would be wonderful,"

He led you to an old style theater, seeing you jump up excitedly when you saw where he was taking you was worth every penny of booking the place out. He could never really thank The Black Widow enough for her tip about the movie, even if he thought she might try to kill him if he did anything she didn't like. He was glad he called them the night he dropped you off drunk, his need to impress you outweighing the cost of anything. He had asked them to play Sabrina, hoping the romantic movie would be to your tastes.

“This is amazing,” you squeal, taking your seats right in the middle of the empty theatre.

“I'm glad you like it”, he says, putting his arm around your shoulder, your hand lands on his knee as you lean into him. His body shivering when his watches you take off your coat and throw it it aside. The popcorn sits between you as you watch the couple on screen fall in love for the millionth time. No words are exchanged but he can feel the electricity in the air, like somehow lightning had struck and was buzzing its way between the two of you.

He's disappointed when the movie ends, wishing that he could spend just a few more hours in the dark silence with you. Your hand absentmindedly grazing along his thigh, his own brushing down the side of your arm while you enjoyed the picture.

The sound of the rain echo's on the pavement as you enter the lobby, the smell of popcorn and petrichor filling the air as Billy ponders his prospects.

"Fuck, I didn't bring an umbrella," you shout pulling your coat up over your head.

"I'll get is a cab," Billy says, standing in the street, trying to hail a taxi. But there isn't one in sight, shit what was he going to do? He couldn't make you walk in the rain.

"We're only a few minutes away," you say, linking your arm with his and turning your collar up, "we can walk,"

You walk into the rain, not wanting to run incase you fell over in those shoes. He's trying to focus on keeping you steady when he spots a covered door frame.

"In here," he yells over the rain, pulling you into it behind him, his body shielding you from the rain..

"God you feel so warm," the heat in your eyes warming him up to the core. He sees your breath in the air, the coolness of the night washing over him as you huddle together.

He can't stop staring at you. he sees the way your staring at his lip, his tongue darting out and tasting the fresh fallen water across them. If he just-

"Hmpf-" he mumbles, surprised by your action as you yank him down into a kiss. Fire and heat soak his body, misting in the rain as he presses you deeper into the door behind. His hand holding you jaw, sparks of desire keeping your face close to his as he tried to pour his months of frustration into this one action. Absorbing your delicate taste, the fresh rain, buttered popcorn and something sweet he can't quite name. Only pulling back when he feels your breath start to slow.

"Fuck," you breathe when he pulls away.

"That bad huh? You did surprise me. Let me try again," he says his arm encircling your waist as he pulls your body flush to his, your tits pressing into his chest as his thumb tilts your chin up. His thick tongue sweeping into your warm mouth, the world around him disappears and all that remains is you and your lips.

Part 6

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[badassbuchanan]

White Lies

Warnings: smut, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, overuse of the f word, riding, dirty talk, kinda sad ending.

Word Count: 5335

A/N: Sorry my inactiveness this past week, my loves! I’ve just had so much on my plate - hopefully everything will be back to normal this week xx

Also, let me know if my tag list still isn't working for you? I’ve had a few people having issues with it lately.

*** would just like to state for the record I do not condone cheating. Please do not read if this will upset or offend you in any way ***

The empty bottle of wine made Y/N’s body tingle with warmth. Andy’s larger body wasn’t feeling the affects of the alcohol as much, he was a different kind of drunk. His body was more tingly and warm from the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen laying so vulnerably against his side.

Y/N tried to act normal around him, she really had. She desperately attempted to treat tonight like every other night he’d come over to her place. But it was hard to act normal, when the secret of his she’d accidentally uncovered tormented her mind. Y/N knew that tonight was the last time she could ever see Andy.

She first met Andy only a couple of weeks ago when he was assigned to assist a case at the firm she worked at. He’d come in to the reception area looking smart and professional, but his mannerisms were slightly more on the causal side than most lawyer’s she’d liaised with. “Can I help you?” Her voice came out calm, almost soothing to his ears. Andy couldn’t ignore how beautiful she was, or the way his heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. “Yeah, is this where I sign in?” She was immediately attracted to his charm and dopey smile.

“My name’s Andy. M’gunna be working with…” He leaned his palms on her desk with a frown as he tried to wrack his brain, Y/N’s beauty distracting his mind from thinking straight. She watched with a soft smile as he quickly pulled out his phone, checking for the name of the person he was supposed to meet. “William Heartly on the Alberto and Bexley case.”

“Okay, Andy,” Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off of the charming man. Andy tried to ignore the throbbing of his cock as he admired her, just getting hard from the way she said his name. “I’ll let Mr Heartly know you’re here. Please, take a seat.”

A few days of borderline flirty remarks whilst waiting for the lawyer to come and collect Andy later, and Y/N had grown fond of the blue eyed visitor. They had become quite well acquainted with eachother. She adored the way he seemed to be genuinely interested in talking to her. She was attracted to the way he made her laugh, his kind nature. Everything about him made her crave his attention. He was so different to all the other men she’d met, she’d never felt this way about anyone before. It was as if they were just destined to meet, like the stars had aligned.

“Morning Y/N.”

“So where are you from originally?”

“Here, I bought you a coffee.”

“I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

“What do you do when you’re not at work?”

“We should be finished up on the case by tomorrow.”

“I don’t want it to be the last time I see you. Do you wanna come to dinner with me?”

It was the small things he said that had her heart skipping every time he walked through the door, sometimes unscheduled. She wasn’t the kind of girl who has sex with someone she’s just met, but this was different. Andy was everything she’d ever looked for in a guy. She wasn’t going to let herself self sabotage this time, she’d trust that it was supposed to be. So they fucked in the back of his car that night. They exchanged numbers. They texted daily. They hung out, mostly at Y/N’s house. They cooked together. They watched movies. They stayed up late talking about anything and everything. They made love.

Thoughts of their times together flooded through her mind as she laid against his side, her heart sinking as she breathed in his intoxicating scent, one that she would soon be trying to forget. Deep down she’d always known he was too good to be true. But she thought that just this once, maybe she’d find the love of her life. And well, technically, she did.

“This is my favourite part.” Andy chuckled, blissfully unaware of the thoughts that tormented her mind, distracted by the movie on the screen and the peacefulness of being with her. She faked a chuckle, letting her hand rest on his bare stomach under his business shirt. She didn’t want to let him go, to feel the coldness of his absence. She wanted to go back to before that dumb accountant had run her mouth, unknowingly telling Y/N something she never imagined she’d hear.

“Andy.” She mumbled softly, craving all of his attention as she tilted her head to look up at him, noticing how well groomed his beard was. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies as her fingers massaged over his skin, desperate for the intimacy the both relied on. Her mind stilled as she admired him, perfection in human form.

Andy immediately fixed his ocean blue eyes on hers, one of his strong hands sliding down her back and into the waistband of her gym shorts instinctively as he gave her a soft smile.

Yeah?” He breathed out sweetly, leaning down to peck her lips slowly without hesitation. She hummed as she kissed him back, not missing a beat as her hand moved from his stomach up to his jaw, pulling his face harder onto hers.

Y/N felt her pussy throb with need as his muscly arms wrapped around her body. She shook her head, causing her to second guess her confrontational conversation and enjoy the moment instead. “Nothing.” She whispered seductively, opening her mouth for his tongue as he ran it over her bottom lip. She loved how wet Andy could get her from his hand simply squeezing her ass cheek inside her shorts.

Andy groaned into the kiss, letting his other hand dip under the bottom of her baggy top, resting on her soft tummy as he felt his cock throb. “Wanna feel myself in here.” He mumbled euphorically as he trailed his lips across her cheek, his tongue leaving wet marks as he went. Andy loved how she made him feel, not just sexually, although he loved that too. But emotionally, she made him feel whole, she made him feel loved and needed, she completed him.

Goose bumps covered Y/N’s skin as she tilted her neck, granting him more access. His hand started moving again as his lips trailed along the flesh of her neck, pushing further under her top as he palmed over one of her perky tits, squeezing it gently.

“Andy.” She threw her head back breathlessly, helplessly submitting to him as her legs parting instinctively. Andy continued to squeeze her ass and massage her boob, his cock straining against the material of his pants as he heard her moan.

“Need to be inside you, baby.” He kissed at her neck repeatedly, longing for the love only she could give him as he bit down softly on her neck, tugging her nipple between his fingers. She let out a whimper as she felt her wetness dripping down her pussy and onto the thin material of her underwear, begging to feel more of his touch. “I need you.”

Y/N licked her lips, resting her hand on the back of his head as her eyelids fluttered shut, her body relaxing against him. Andy let his hand glide back down her tummy, touching her body delicately before fisting the material of her top in his hand, impatiently pulling it up to expose her bare chest.

His lips left her neck, taking a moment to admire how perfect her body was, how perfect she was, breathing out shakily as he looked up into her lust filled eyes, staring back at him lovingly. He leaned closer to her, dropping his head to her tits as he started sucking on her pebbled nipple with his tongue.

She whimpered out in pleasure, tugging on his hair as her back arched off of the sofa in pleasure, nudging closer to his mouth. “Andy.” She moaned his name shamelessly, edging him on to get what she wanted, his cock inside of her.

He squeezed her other boob in the palm of his hand, letting out a groan as he felt her body wiggling desperately under him. His teeth grazed along the flesh of her breast as she tries to wrap her leg around him, needing something to hump her eager pussy on.

“Andy, please.” She choked out in a whimper, losing control of her body as she forced her eyes open to look at him. Y/N breathed shakily as she pushed her tits out for him, watching him kiss his way to the valley of her breasts, letting his tongue leave sloppy wet marks along her soft skin. “I’m so wet.”

“Tell me what you want.” He muttered mindlessly, too distracted by his desire to kiss every inch of her gorgeous body. His tongue snaked across her chest to attach to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first.

“You.” She moaned weakly, her eyes closing in pleasure as her head spun, her hips bucking desperately as she gripped his hair. “I want you.”

Andy lifted his head, moving his body up to level with hers, their breaths mixing as he stared down at her intensely. “I can give you what you just asked for in so many different ways, baby.” He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips as he felt himself weakening under her touch. “But if you want what’s going on inside that sweet mind of yours,” He kissed her again, feeling her absentmindedly open her mouth to welcome his tongue. “You’re gunna have to get a little more graphic for me.”

She nodded obediently with a whimper, licking her lips as she watched his, her eyes glistening with desire as her hands smoothed over the burning skin of his stomach. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”

Andy let out a strangled grunt, his jaw clenching as his strong hand squeezed her bare thigh. “You wanna feel my tongue inside that tight little cunt of yours?” He breathed out heavily through his nose as he looked down at her submitting beneath him.

Y/N nodded shyly at the vulgarity of his words, biting her lip as the soft hair of his beard grazed her chin. “Go get on the bed.” Andy instructed as his lips pressed a kiss on her cheek. “Take your shorts and top off.” He continued as he kissed her other cheek. “Then wait for me like a good girl.” He mumbled as he watched her through hooded eyes, his head spinning with desire.

Y/N’s pussy clenched, her crotch nudging against his bulge as she immediately moved to get up, leaving Andy with a final peck on his lips. He watched her obediently make her way across the room, her shirt dropping to the floor before she’d even reached the hallway.

Andy let out a scoff in amusement, smiling admirably as he felt his heart burst with adoration for the girl. He took the moment alone to regain his strength which seemed to dissolve whenever she was begging him.

His cock throbbed when he walked into the bedroom, immediately seeing her tight little pussy on display for him now that her legs were spread. Andy unbuttoned his shirt as he strolled to the end of the bed, keeping his eyes glued on her dripping centre that was begging for him.

“I don’t remember telling you to take off your underwear.” He mumbled cheekily as his hands dropped to unbuckle his belt after running a hand through his tousled hair, pushing it out of his way as he subconsciously licked his lips.

Y/N’s leg lifted to dig her heel into the mattress, her pussy clenching as her eyes dropped to marvel at his tattooed body that she loved so much. She bit her lip in anticipation as she watched his big hands pull the belt, that had tied her up on multiple occasions, out of the loops and into his hand in a smooth motion.

“They were coming off eventually,” She dropped her voice in a sultry tone as she leaned back on her palm, batting her eyelashes as she watched him unbutton his pants in front of her. “Thought I’d save you some time.”

“And what if I wanted to fuck you with them on?” He raised his eyebrow, smirking as he moved his hand down to grip her ankle. He tugged at her feet, forcing her body towards him as her back hit the mattress. She giggled at his dominance, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she looked up at where he stood between her legs. Andy admired her naked form as he let go of her ankle, pushing his pants down before crawling onto the bed, hovering above her. “Have to wait until next time, won’t I?” He chuckled sweetly as he pressed a gentle kiss on her plump lips.

Her heart sank. There wouldn’t be a next time. A slight twinge of anxiety returned to her body as she remembered the secret he’d hidden from her so well. Was any of this real?

“Andy, wait.” She watched him slide his hand up her inner thigh as his lips travelled down her body, stopping inches away from her heat. Her chest heaved as she slightly panicked, feeling his movements come to a sudden stop.

He looked up, eyebrows furrowing in slight confusion as she tugged his hands off of her. Y/N silently rolled herself over, propping herself up on her knees as she pushed her palms into the mattress, her ass and pussy on display for him.

“Fuck,” Andy sighed in desire, his cock painfully straining inside of his boxers at the sight of her as he shifted to lay on his side. “This how you want it?”

“Mmh.” She moaned out with a nod, looking back at him from over her shoulder. Andy’s weight rested on his elbow as he came face to face with her pussy.

“So pretty.” He mumbled in awe, using his spare hand to grip the back of her thigh, spreading her ass cheek a bit more as he leaned in and kissed her pussy lips softly. “So wet.” He added, mumbling against her heat as he let his tongue poke teasingly out of his mouth, kissing her pussy again.

“Fuck.” She whispered shakily, already overwhelmed with pleasure as her head dropped against the mattress, desperately pushing her ass back towards him.

Andy licked a long strip up her slit, his spit mixing with her juices as he felt her jolting with pleasure in front of him, she was so responsive for him. “So sweet.” He mumbled against her pussy, the vibrations sending shivers through her body.

“Oh,” she whimpered erotically, arching her back as her hands gripped tightly against the bedsheets, her nipples rubbing against the mattress as she lost the strength to hold herself up. “Andy.”

Andy let go of her thigh, a growl escaping his lips as his passion took over, forcing his face deep into her pussy, his tongue rubbing against her inner walls. Andy guided his hand down, pushing inside his boxers to pull out his throbbing cock.

He moaned against her, pumping his thick shaft in his hand as he sucked on her clit. Andy’s eyes darkened with desire as he felt her fidget in front of him, rocking her hips against his face as he drank her arousal.

The slapping and sucking sounds of their intimate activity filled the air, a thin layer of sweat escaped her skin as her thighs shook, the pleasure taking over her body.

Andy teased his tip, spreading the leaking precum over his reddened tip before fucking into his hand again. He moaned as his tongue explored her eager pussy, drinking in her scent.

“Andy, I’m gunna cum.” Y/N whined desperately, the feeling on Andy’s beard tickling between her thighs too much for her to take. Her upper body collapsed against the bed as she jolted repeatedly, a bubbling pleasure building up inside of her as she reached a hand toward the pillows for support.

Her words only made his mouth fuck her harder, eager to watch her come undone as he flicked his tongue rapidly up and down her clit. A groan erupted from the back of his throat, his hand pumping his cock faster as a way of settling his desperate need for attention.

The vibration of his voice caused Y/N’s orgasm to hit, suddenly flooding her body with with pleasure as she desperately gripped the pillow her hand. Porn-star moans escaped her mouth as Andy lapped up her juices, his eagerness to feel her walls around him growing as he felt her overstimulated pussy jolting at his touch.

Andy pressed his thumb covered in his pre-cum against her core as he leaned back, admiring her puffy pussy lips through hooded eyes. The sight was almost enough for him to push her down and shove his face back between her thighs. But his cock was throbbing for attention. Y/N was too fucked out to pay much attention to Andy shifting behind her on the bed, still recovering from her orgasm as slid his boxers down his legs and knelt behind her, lining himself up with her soaked entrance before pushing his cock inside of her throbbing pussy.

“Oh, fuck.” Andy moaned loudly, his head dropping back in pleasure as a frown covered his face. His hands gripped her hips, her warm pussy clenching around his cock as he started thrusting in and out of her aching hole.

“Pull out.” Y/N whimpered out quickly, her head turning sideways to look at him over her shoulder as she moved her palm back to push him away by his stomach. His cock felt so good inside of her aching pussy, satisfying the need to feel him, like he was made to fit inside of her.

“No.” Andy growled desperately as he pulled her hips back against him hard, unable to fathom the idea of having to pull his cock out of her warm, dripping cunt.

“Andy,” Y/N hissed in frustration, whining at the feeling of his balls slap against her ass, the enormous amount pleasure coursing through her veins almost made her second guess her request. “I want your cock in my mouth first.”

Andy’s movements stilled as he let out a groan, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips as he leaned down to press his chest against her back. His cock angled deeper inside of her, a soft whimper leaving her lips as she arched back, feeling the material of his shirt which hung open on his body. “Well, in that case.” Andy chuckled deviously as he pressed his lips to the back of her shoulder, a sigh leaving his lips as he regretfully pulled out of her soft pussy.

Andy leaned back up on his knees, not even giving Y/N time to think about the empty feeling washing over her before tugging her backwards by her arm to press her back against his chest. Andy’s hand snaked around to her throat, his fingers digging into her flesh as he kissed her passionate. Y/N smiled as she kissed him back, feeling the desperation on his lips contrasted by his rough touches.

“Lay down for me, okay?” She asked sweetly, knowing that if she tried to command him in any way, he’d fuck her into the mattress just to put her in her place. She pecked his lips softly, feeling his cock nudging desperately between her ass cheeks.

Andy groaned as he pulled himself away from the kiss, her voice sweet enough to be able to get him to do anything. He let go of her body, shuffling to obey her request as he turned his body to lay his head on the pillows.

He watched the way she admired his cock that was standing proudly, glistening with her juices as she crawls toward him. She bit her lip, her soft hand running ticklishly up one of his thighs as her lips kissed along the other.

Andy groaned as her lips inched closer to his throbbing member, his hips bucking slightly in need. Y/N’s mouth watered at the sight of his cock, unable to stop her lips from wrapping around his tip, her tongue flicking ever so teasingly over him.

Andy let out a grunt of frustration, forcing his eyes to stay open as his hand moved down to rest on the back of her head. Y/N could tell he wanted to take control, feeling his cock throbbing against her tongue as she glided it down his shaft and started bobbing her head.

“Fuck, baby.” Andy’s hand tightened on her head, his fingers digging into her scalp as he tugged hard on her hair, little moans escaping his open mouth uncontrollably. “Just like that.”

He breathed out shakily, his eyes fixated on the sight of her between his legs, gagging on his cock as she took his whole length. Y/N let her jaw go slack, allowing him the freedom of controlling her movements as he fucked into her mouth.

Andy’s jaw clenched as he felt his tip hit the back of her throat, sending waves of pleasure through his body. “Oh, fuck.” His face screwed up, in awe of just how good she always made him feel.

The sound of Andy’s heavy breathing has Y/N’s pussy clenching in anticipation of his throbbing cock being back inside of her. She moaned around his length, bobbing her head to assist with the rhythm that his hand was moving it up and down. The drops of saliva that trickled down her mouth didn’t cross her mind as they landed on Andy’s skin.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed, breathing through her nose as Andy’s cock filled her throat, her nails digging harshly into the flesh of his thigh.

Andy movements came to a sudden stop, desperately trying to recompose himself as he almost lost control. He kept her lips against his skin as he held her head down, his cock filling her mouth and opening her throat as he tried to stop himself from reaching his climax.

“Fuck.” He moaned loudly, eyes not leaving the sight of her mouth warming his thick cock. Y/N was caught by surprise, trying to control her breathing as she choked, swallowing around him in an attempt to breathe. “Baby I’m gunna cum down that pretty little throat of yours if you don’t stop.”

She whimpered at his words, staying in position as her pussy dripped down her thighs, moving her other hand to rest on Andy’s lower stomach, trailing her fingers delicately over the skin.

Her throat started to involuntarily tighten as Andy watched her keep his cock in her mouth like a pacifier. He licked his lips as his blue eyes locked with hers, finally letting go of her head as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

Y/N took a moment to catch her breath, leaning up on her hands as they smiled knowingly at eachother. Andy watched intensely as she crawled up his body, their skin touching intimately as she sat back on her knees, straddling his waist.

He pulled her into a deep kiss as her hand cupped his beard covered jaw, her head tilting to grant him more access. Y/N rocked her hips down from where she sat above him, feeling his thick cock nudge against her pussy.

Andy moaned into the kiss, his hands sliding from her hips around to massage her ass cheeks. She sucked on his bottom lip desperately, pressing her chest against his she let go of his jaw, tugging the material of his shirt off of his body. She slid her hand down to his cock once he was completely naked beneath her, lining him up with her entrance as she braced herself for the feeling of his cock stretching her out.

“You’re so needy for my cock, baby.” Andy groaned into her ear as he tugged her hand away from his shaft, jolting his hips up to push himself fully inside of her.

“Andy.” Y/N moaned out with a gasp, surprised by his sudden movement as she momentarily dropped her head onto his chest, losing control of her body as her nails dug into his arm.

Andy’s wide chest caught her weak body, guiding her ass back and forth along his length with his big hands. “I’m not gunna last long.” He groaned desperately as his lips parted in pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt her pussy tight around him.

“So big.” She whimpered softly, still trying to stretch in order to accommodate to his size. Andy kissed her temple lovingly, his heart sinking at her words as his cock twitching inside of her rubbed up against her walls.

“Thought you would’ve gotten used to me by now.” He whispered cheekily, trying to distract her from the pain. He dropped his head to press a kiss to her lips, smiling as he noticed her chuckle shakily in response, both of them drunk on the feeling of their intimacy.

“Your cock is huge, Andy.” She mumbled sweetly as she kissed him back, starting to move her hips slowly as she adjusted to his thick shaft. “It’d take a lot longer than this for me to get used to it.”

“Shit.” He hissed as Y/N forced herself to bounce a little faster on him, a soft sound of their skin slapping together filled the room. Her stomach clenched as she paced up and down his cock, feeling so full with him inside of her.

One of her hands lifted to rest on his shoulder, the other on the mattress beside his head as she sat up on him, regaining her strength. Little whimpers left her lips as she pleasured herself on Andy’s cock, feeling his strong hands holding her tightly. His fingers left marks on her curvy hips, the new angle gave them both an increased amount of pleasure.

Groans rumbled in Andy’s throat as he clenched his jaw, admiring the gorgeous woman above him. He forced his eyes to stay on her, smitten with the way her back arches towards him, the way her tits bounce with every thrust, the way her face looks flushed and so very satisfied.

“Andy” She moaned his name, her eyes fluttering shut as she slid her hand from his shoulder to his chest, her finger nails digging into his skin.

He was mesmerised by the way her pussy smacked down against his skin with every bounce of her hips, rubbing the length his cock with her tight walls.

“C’mere.” Andy mumbled breathlessly, reaching his hand up to lift her arm from his chest, as he tugged her arm towards his head. He pulled her body down on to him with ease, desperate to have her closer.

Y/N didn’t hesitate to obey to his gentle command, resting her chest flush against his once more as she looked up at him through hooded eyes. His hands slid down to her ass, spreading her cheeks as he took control, thrusting up into her.

She forced her head to stay focused on him, even as the overwhelming pleasure filled her body. Andy instantly smiled admiringly down at her, proud of how well she was taking him. His heart fluttered as he noticed her smiling beck at him, losing theirselves in the love they felt.

He grunted desperately, feeling his cock push deep inside of her with every jolt of his hips. “Just because you’re on top, doesn’t mean you’re in control.” He mumbled through hooded eyes, craving more and more of her attention.

Y/N chuckled at his comment before whimpering as his cock hit her cervix, leaning up to kiss him as she cupped his jaw in an attempt to satisfy the need to bring him closer.

Andy kissed her back, his tongue slipping into her mouth to twirl with hers. He lifted his knees, pressing the heels of his feet into the mattress as he fucked up into her with more leverage.

Y/N moaned as she felt Andy’s cock slide deeper into her, protruding through the bottom of her tummy from inside of her. She moaned into another loving kiss, her clit rubbing against his skin as she felt her orgasm bubbling.

“Want you to cum around my cock.” Andy moaned against her lips, one hand digging into the thick flesh of her thigh as his length twitched inside of her.

“You’re close, Andy.” She whispered back matter-of-factly, noticing the way his cock was twitching desperately inside of her. Andy knew she was right, he could feel his release rapidly building up, his heart swelling at how well she knew him.

He nodded in response, their breaths colliding as Andy’s spare hand held the back of her head, tugging her hair slightly out of desperation.

Andy quickened his pace, feeling her juices running down onto his balls. Moans filled the room as Y/N moved her hips down aggressively, using the last of her strength to sit back up on Andy.

The sudden change of her angle was too much for Andy, sending him spilling his seed inside of her as his hips jolted erratically.

“Fuck.” He moaned as his face screwed up in pleasure, his eyebrows furrowing as he emptied his seed into her tight pussy, not letting go of his grip on her body.

Andy didn’t stop slamming up into her, the feeling of her pussy clenching around his length was something he never wanted to stop.

Y/N felt her orgasm wash over her with a loud moan, his cock rutting into her sensitive pussy as her hole filled with his warm cum. Her nails dug into his chest as they both stilled for a moment, trying to make the euphoria of the moment last.

Her overstimulated pussy pulsated around his cock, still deep inside of her as he took hold of her wrist softly, looking up at her in admiration.

Y/N closed her eyes, trying to steady herself with one hand as she felt Andy’s lips kissing her wrist. Her stomach sunk as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat, dread washing away the pleasure.

“Say it.” She whispered breathlessly, her eyes slowly opening as she looked at him innocently through her lashes.

“I love you.” He spoke without hesitation between kisses, his eyes never leaving her face as he admired her beauty.

“No, Andy.” She sighed irritably, lifting her hips up just enough for his cock to slide out of her, emptying herself of his length before sitting back down on him carefully. “Just say it.”

Andy sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he felt his heart sinking inside of his chest. He knew that his truth would catch up with him eventually, he just hoped it would be further in the future. The sadness that covered Y/N’s face had his heart aching at her pain, hating that he’d done that to her. “I’m married.”

She held her breath for a moment too long, feeling her heart break as the words left his lips. “I hate you.” She mumbled, closing her eyes to stop the tears from escaping. She sighed heaving as she laid her chest back on to his, enjoying the last of his presence. How could she have let herself so vulnerable? Why did she ever let her guard down? Why did she ever let him in?

“I know.” Andy sighed heavily, hating himself for hurting her. She hid her saddened face in the dip of his neck, relaxing against him as she inhaled his scent. Andy’s hands slid up her sides to wrap around her back, hugging her tightly.

The haunting silence engulfed the room, an emptiness between them where there had once been an overwhelming sense of fulfilment. Andy knew deep down in his gut that he’d lost her. He knew how much he’d unintentionally hurt her. He knew it was over. But there was nothing he could do, because the truth was, it never even should’ve started.

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FAE’S DIALOGUE

PROMPTS

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disclaimer: any writers who would like to use my prompts list is more than welcome, please just give credit! <3

please state the category in which your prompt is in and the number of the prompt you want in your request. you can include multiple prompts from different categories of your choosing. you can go into detail with what you want or just request prompts you like and let me use my imagination to create something! here’s a few examples for those struggling:

• can i get 30 from comedy & 21 from romance where reader helps clean rue up after she has an accident on her bike

• maddy, 11 & 34 from angst

• jules smut, 12 from romance, 50 from nsfw & 7 from comedy

my scenario prompts

🪁 — COMEDY PROMPTS

“…so, is that a yes?”

“don’t quit your day job.”

“It’s too early for this.”

“this isn’t a date, okay?”

“this is the first and last time we’ll ever do this.”

“she’s convinced herself that she’s the main character and the rest of us are just extras.”

“this can’t be happening right now.”

“i can’t deal with this right now, my schedule is already full.”

“do i get bonus points for acting like i care?”

“do you try to piss me off on purpose?”

“that never happened, okay?”

“promise me you’ll keep this to yourself.”

“just take a deep breath or something.”

“did you just lick me?”

“you don’t understand, i’m obsessed.”

“i told you to distract her, not feel her up!”

“i’m allowed to make fun of him because he’s a dick.”

“play with my hair, it’ll help.”

“what the hell is that?”

“it’s your fault for expecting me to take this seriously.”

“a coffee might help.”

“keep your good morals away from me.”

“i’m too high to be having this conversation with you right now.”

“excuse me, i have a scene to cause.”

“i can see your mouth moving but i can’t comprehend a word your saying.”

“if you ran like your mouth, then you’d be in good shape.”

“how the fuck did you get that in here without being caught?”

“if you can’t live without me, then die.”

“you’re definitely not the brains of this friendship.”

“you can’t convince me that you’re okay when you’re fucking bleeding.”

“well? say something, my ego cant feed itself.”

“did they ask about me?”

“at least take me to dinner first.”

“tell anyone about this and i will ruin your life.”

“is that allowed?”

“are you even listening?”

“why is it your life mission to ruin my day?”

“my bad, my brain isn’t good at processing stupidity.”

“why did i agree to this?”

“i am fully convinced that you never graduated kindergarten.”

“i need a fucking xanax.”

“this kinda complicates things.”

“this isn’t funny, stop laughing!”

“my life is a joke.”

“can you please panic quieter?”

“ask me when i’m sober.”

“this might be controversial but i think that went well.”

“i leave you alone for five minutes and this happens?”

“tell them how you screwed up.”

“well that wasn’t on todays agenda.”

💙 — ROMANCE PROMPTS

“you know i love you, right?”

“to me you’ve always been perfect.”

“you’ve got to be the prettiest person i’ve ever seen.”

“sorry for staring, you’re just so beautiful.”

“i’d do anything for you, you know that.”

“let me take you on a date, just one and i’ll change your mind.”

“love is supposed to be scary.”

“say the word and i’m yours.”

“can you please hold me?”

“how did i get so lucky?”

“call me selfish but i don’t care about anyone but you.”

“can i kiss you?”

“you look handsome.”

“goodnight babe, sweet dreams.”

“it’s always gunna be you.”

“you are my love.”

“i’ll marry you one day, that’s a promise.”

“you’re lucky i love you.”

“i’ll always fight for you.”

“can i borrow this sweater? i like it, it smells like you.”

“you look beautiful in this light.”

“just talk to her already instead of gawking over her like a creep!”

“you’re sleeping with me tonight.”

“you’re always on my mind.”

“i knew you were the one.”

“i think i’m in love with him.”

“i think we’re soulmates.”

“i don’t know what i’d do without her.”

“is this what love feels like?”

“i’m not leaving without you.”

“promise me this is forever.”

“do you remember how we first met?”

“we’re in this together babe.”

“i’m so in love with you even the thought of losing you makes me feel sick.”

“you’re the one leaving love notes in my locker!?”

“i just wanna be his.”

“you still haven’t asked me on a date.”

“you’re so in love with her… it’s cute.”

“i think you’re my favourite person.”

“you’re cute when you’re angry.”

“you’re so perfect and i’m so fucking lucky.”

“she makes me feel alive.”

“just hold my hand for a bit.”

“your lips are so soft, i could kiss them all day.”

“i’ll always protect you.”

“i love you a lot more than you believe.”

“be honest with me, what are we?”

“you are the most adorable human on this planet.”

“i wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

“you saved my life without even meaning too.”

🫐 — ANGST PROMPTS

“he’s a better person than i’ll ever be.”

“it’s dangerous when you have something worth losing.”

“tell me honestly, do you love her?”

“i’d rather die as i am than live a single day as who you want me to be.”

“don’t make me choose because i’ll choose her… it’ll always be her, i’m sorry.”

“it wasn’t supposed to end this way.”

“do you wish i was more like her?”

“i didn’t realise i was such an inconvenience.”

“i’m terrified that one day we’ll say our last goodbye.”

“i’m sorry, i don’t remember you.”

“are you ashamed of me?”

“i see the way you look at her.”

“you want me to be honest? fine, i lied.”

“you’re just so fucking boring.”

“am i not important to you anymore?”

“i never loved you, you just believed me because you’re a fucking idiot.”

“you’re not sorry.”

“please stop crying.”

“don’t raise your voice at me!”

“if you love me so much how could you hurt me so easily?”

“honestly, i never had feelings for you.”

“how many times do i have to forgive you?!”

���all you do is hurt me!”

“do you ever miss us?”

“i trusted you!”

“don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“please don’t hang up.”

“i can’t do this anymore.”

“do you think about him when you’re with me?”

“i hate that i love you.”

“can’t you just pretend to care?”

“i know i promised to never hurt you but…”

“are you seriously that gullible? why would he ever like someone like you?”

“i don’t think i’ll ever move on from you.”

“i ruined myself for you.”

“i never said i don’t think about you.”

“you don’t expect me to just let you go, do you?”

“why did you make me love you if you were always planning on leaving?”

“why would anyone wanna be me?”

“why would anyone wanna be you?”

“leave me the fuck alone.”

“everything i’ve done for you and this is what i get in return?”

“if we don’t meet again just remember that i love you.”

“me and you, where over.”

“why doesn’t anyone care about me?”

“i don’t have anyone else.”

“stay out of my life, forever.”

“was she worth it?”

“i just feel like my life isn’t even worth living anymore.”

“did i ever really matter to you?”



🦋 — NSFW PROMPTS

“i’d fuck you every day if you let me.”

“i don’t care about me, just wanna make you feel good.”

“wanna have sex in the shower?”

“you fuck me so much better than him.”

“sorry? weren’t you begging me to fuck you only a few days ago?”

“do you like watching me touch myself?”

“the things i would give to fuck you.”

“bet that boyfriend/girlfriend of yours doesn’t fuck you as good as i do.”

“please cum inside of me.”

“my pussy is so wet for you.”

“please? i’ll even suck your dick to say thanks.”

“you look so good on your knees.”

“fuck, you’re so tight.”

“aren’t you gunna fuck me?”

“tell me how good my dick feels inside of you.”

“you always take it like a good girl.”

“does your girlfriend know that i’m riding your dick right now?”

“i fucked her on his birthday.”

“i need you to cum, please?”

“i don’t care about small talk, can we just skip to the part where we fuck?”

“i don’t care if we get caught, please just fuck me.”

“you like it when i fuck you like this?”

“imagine what your friends would think of you if they knew how much you loved getting fucked by me.”

“you wanna have sex here?!”

“you like it when i touch you like this?”

“is this what you wanted? you’re such a slut.”

“you have to be quiet, okay?”

“this pussy belongs to me.”

“you’d look so hot with my cock down your throat.”

“tell me about all the dirty things you want to do to me.”

“everything you do turns me on.”

“you can cum anywhere you want.”

“just fucking eat me out already.”

“you’re already so wet and i haven’t even touched you.”

“i’m the one who gave you a boner, it’s only fair if i’m the one to relieve you.”

“i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me so badly.”

“once i’m done with you you’re gunna be begging for more.”

“shut up and give me head.”

“i’m gunna fuck you so good.”

“i dreamed about your legs wrapped around my head last night.”

“you can either watch me play with myself or you can come fuck me, your choice.”

“do you have a boner right now?”

“i didn’t think you’d be small, but i didn’t expect you to be this big.”

“i want you to fuck me until i can’t walk.”

“i’ll fuck you right here, right now, try me.”

“we’ve been best friends for years now, surly you’ve had a wet dream about me at least once.”

“the quiet girls are always the nastiest.”

“your boyfriend came inside of me last night.”

“i came inside of your girlfriend last night.”

“do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

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