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enwoso · 8 months ago

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Can you do a fic about alessia’s and grumpy’s first day at arsenal?

one day or day one? | alesssia russo x child!reader

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"you ready lovie?" alessia asked as she took her keys out of the ignition, turning around in her seat to look at you as you sat in your car seat an intrigued look on your face at your new surroundings.

"dis arsenal?" you point to the building that was a little further from where your mummy had parked the car. your mummy nodding her head as she began to get out of the car.

"yep this is where mummy is going to play football" alessia said popping the p as she opened your car door, you doing the usual of lifting your arms up so she could unbuckle you.

your mummy holding your hand as you jumped out the car onto the gravelled ground, the car park covered in small grey stones. it feeling slightly weird under your white croc covered feet.

your mummy just about to close your door, "wait mummy!" you called out as she stopped the door from closing, turning to look at you with a puzzled look.

"i need my backpack!" you grinned, your backpack was filled with little toys and your ipad which would keep you entertained for the day while your mummy was training.

your mummy nodded with a smile as she reached over the back seats to get your backpack before getting her own out of the boot, you waiting as you kicked around the small stones.

your mummy telling you to stop a couple a times, she being worried that one you might hurt yourself but two that a stone may go flying into her car or worse someone else's.

you walked into the training ground hand in hand with your mummy as she held you backpack in her other hand, the building being rather big and slightly scary.

it had been the first day back at training after the world cup most of the girls had been back in training but having just gotten back less than a week ago and the fact you were still getting over the jet lag, today was the first time you and alessia were going to be at training.

you'd been with your mum to the training ground when she was looking around and doing pretty pictures in a new football top but when that happened there was nobody there. just the back room staff like physios and training staff, non of the players were there.

you were a little scared but your mummy had assured you that you would be fine and that you would be able to charm anyone with your cute little face.

as you walked in a couple of the training staff were in the entrance, they said a quick hello to your mum and waved down to you which you shyly waved back as you half hid behind your mummy's leg.

your mummy led you down the corridor and into the locker room where alessia could put her big bag down, keeping yours with you. you no doubt would want something from it soon.

once alessia was free from one bag you held her hand again as she led you to the canteen, you could hear people talking before you even got there. you feeling a little scared as you got closer.

"hey less, tiny you alright?" a thick accent says, you turning around to see a cheerful looking leah williamson walking towards you and alessia, you moving to shyly stand behind your mummy’s leg as she send a small wave towards you.

you waving slightly back, as you clung onto your mummy’s leg while your mummy spoke and caught up with leah. you stayed hiding behind your mummy’s leg, moving from one heel to the other, looking through the blurred glass in the door as the shadows moving around.

“tiny?” leah spoke as she leant her upper half down, keeping her legs straight to kind of match your height. you turned to look at her with a shy smile, your mummy’s hand resting on the back of your head to stop you from hiding behind her leg.

“do you want to come and see lotte?” leah asked as you stood in thought for a moment, before nodding. you missed lotte, mummy had shown you all of the photos of when your mummy and lotte used to play together in the states — lotte was someone very important to your mummy so that meant she was also important to you too.

leah smiled as you walked inbetween leah and your mummy behind you, the room was filled with people sitting down and chatting while they ate. the amount of unknown faces was slightly scary but you promised your mummy the night before you would be brave.

you wondering straight over to lotte who was sat with three other people who you didn’t recognise at all while mummy and leah were doing rounds of saying hello to everyone.

tapping lotte on the knee, she looked to where you were her face lighting up at the sight of you. “hey tiny!” she called out lifting you up onto her lap. the two girls sat around the circular table with lotte both now had very confused looks on their faces.

“tiny this is katie and steph” lotte said with a smile as she pointed to each girl, “and katie and steph this is tiny or mini russo or y/n” lotte listed you nicknames hoping it would help with any confusion but clearly it didn’t as they still looked as confused as ever.

“tiny, where is your mummy?” lotte asked as you pointed to where alessia was as she was currently talking with kim, caitlin and beth.

“wait so alessia’s a mother?” katie blurted out in a thick irish accent, a small giggle coming from you as lotte nodded before turning to you to find out what was so funny all of a sudden.

“you talk funny” you giggled a little more as katie couldn’t help but smile at your innocence. “yeah i have the best accent” katie cheekily remarked as you still giggled with each words she said.

a scoff came from steph as she shook her head at katie’s ego, “so how old are you y/n?” steph asked eager to get to know you.

“i three!” you proudly held up three fingers as steph gasped with a smile as you nodded, “you talk funny too!” you smiled picking up at the fact that she didn’t talk in the same way you did, or how mummy did or even how lotte did.

“i do don’t i, that’s cause i’m from australia!” steph explained as lotte nudged you, “you were there for the world cup weren’t you tiny?”

you nodded with a smile before starting you ramble about how you got to see koalas and kangaroos and then going on to tell them a funny story of how mummy had been scared of the birds there.

“so little russo, whose your favourite footballer?” katie asked clearly seeing you had a passion for football considering it was a big part of your life.

“my mummy!”

the day carried on and you went on to meet each one of your mummy’s teammates, finding out there was more people that talked funny like steph: caitlin and kyra.

you had also began to give some of the girls nicknames as some of the girls names you couldn’t say properly, so you had met lia but not to confuse her with the blonde leah so you named blonde leah, leah one and other lia, lia two. just so you didn’t get confused.

and then there was beth had introduced you to viv and you had stuck to the name of vivi but she was a little shy like you so she didn’t really say a lot but you did also meet vic who last name sounded a lot like pavlova and you liked that name better and so did your mummy as that what she started to call vic too.

but then you were introduced to the most important member of the team. winnie the chocolate labrador. it’s safe to say once you met her, you spent the rest of the day petting and playing with her. you even had your afternoon nap snuggled into the side of winnie as she let you lay beside her.

your mummy had to basically drag you away from the team dog, from going from this morning to not really wanting to go into the scary building you now didn’t want to leave. arsenal was pretty cool now.

“c’mon lovie, you’ll see win tomorrow morning!”

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indulgentdaydream · 9 months ago

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i LIVE for the nurse!reader work!!! i was wondering if you could do more nurse!reader where jason gets badly injured during patrol and she has to like stitch him up

one where shes training as a family doctor and jason walks in on her comforting a little kid while she gives him an injection/shot?

either one is fine!

btw...YOUR WRITING IS SO COMFORTING

omg thank you!! I'm so happy my writing brings comfort to people. I usually use writing as a way to bring comfort to myself 😂

This can be read as both a stand alone and a sequel to Meet Cutes, my original Nurse!Reader work! It's not necessary to read Meet Cutes to read this

Comfort

Jason Todd x Nurse!Reader || Fluff Word Count: 2,014 Warnings: Blood, stitches, concussion, brief nod to Jason’s death by the mentioned date (April 27th)

2/6 fic of the line up! there was no way in hell i was getting them all out by his birthday I have no idea what I was on when I said that (pain killers. it was pain killers) (prescribed pain killers)

It was an unbearably hot night in Gotham. One that had Jason shucking his thick leather jacket off and fisting it in his hand as he stumbled through the alleyways.

Stupid Killer Croc. Stupid sewers. Stupid heat for making the sewers smell even worse. Stupid him for letting that oversized lizard get the jump on him.

Jason enters the clinic through the back door, as per usual. He didn’t need you getting caught up in vigilante problems just because people had seen him coming and going from this place.

The bright lights of the clinic have him flinching, his head pounding inside his helmet casing. He closes the door behind him by leaning against it. He hisses, pressing the fabric of his jacket to the bloody gash on his left shoulder blade. His armour had cracked off in a jagged line, leaving the flesh exposed. Killer Croc had used it as a nice place to sink one of his claws in when he picked Jason up off the disgusting sewer floor. It wasn’t bad. Fairly deep, but, as he usually told you, he’s had worse.

Usually, with injuries as simple as this, Jason would go to his nearest safe house and tend to it all himself. But, with this particular wound, he couldn’t reach around without his shoulder screaming in pain, nor without potentially giving himself the shittiest stitches known to man.

Best he could do for now is clamp his jacket to it with his right hand. Second best thing he could do was trip and stumble his way through Gotham, making wrong turns and headed in five different directions before he had picked the right one.

His head was stuffed with cotton. Maybe sewage. He wanted his helmet off, too suffocating for him in the moment, but he didn’t have his domino mask on.

Jason knew you were always the last one working. You would come in a few hours later than your other coworkers, just so you could keep the clinic open just that much longer for the unwilling victims of Gotham's nightly activities.

He wasn’t a part of those victims. Jason was one of the willing ones.

All in all, he admired you for your effort. A small star in a smog filled night sky. Brighter than what people realized.

Jason stepped towards your office door. It was open giving him a solid directory. His steel toes felt heavy on his feet. That’s what he’s blaming for the fact that he tripped over his own feet, his head swimming.

Jason fell against the door frame. His left shoulder hit the edge, pulling a deep groan of pain from him. He bumped into the door, sending it flying into the wall. He finally regained his balance, still leaning his head on the frame.

He faintly registered your gasp of surprise.

“Hood!" you cried, jumping up from your office chair, stepping closer, "What happened? What's wrong?"

Jason hated the way he gravitated towards you. He leaned into your touch when you grabbed a hold of his arm to steady him, to move him closer into the room.

This is weakness. He thought briefly through the thick fog surrounding him. Relying on some nurse. He should've never let himself get close to you. You don't even know his name. Or what his face looks like. But having you run to his aid with such a worried expression on your face is far too close to have you.

"Lay down. On your stomach."

Jason blinked. Your voice brought him back to the present, his head still spinning. He was sitting on the cot, pushed up against the wall. His jacket was hanging off the back of your office chair, bloody. The shoulder of his shirt cut off by your scissors, revealing part of his chest and back, too.

He doesn't remember any of that. Maybe he is in worse shape than he thought.

"Hood. Lay your ass down."

Jason followed your orders, "You have such graceful bedside manner, Nurse."

You scoff, already slipping your gloves on and dissinfecting yourself, ready to work.

You applied the stinging disinfectant to Jason's skin, making him suck in a sharp breath. The noise sounded odd, yet still recognizable through his voice modulator, "More like Nurse Ratched."

You pout, confused, "Who?"

Jason sighs, feeling his cheeks burn a little, "Nevermind..."

Your silent for a while, continuously threading the needle through Jason's skin as you pull it together.

"So..." you drawl out. "You gonna tell me how this happened?"

Jason was silent for another moment, "Mmmm... would if I could focus right now, sweetheart."

You paused on the last stitch, "Hm?"

He shifted his head lightly, peering at you through the corner of his vision, "What?"

You let out a breathy laugh, "I'm guessing you hit your head, too?"

Jason let out another robotic hum, "Got thrown into a wall."

"Did you now?" You step back from him, finished your work.

Jason nodded, "Lizard."

Stifling another laugh you started to clean up your tools, "You got thrown into the wall by... by a lizard?"

Jason didn't move, his speech a little slurred, "Fuckin' overgrown murder lizard..."

“Murder Lizard?”

He briefly waved a hand in dismissal, “Whatever his name is.”

“…Killer Croc?”

“…yeah. Him.”

You tapped his gloved hand, "Can you sit up and answer some more questions for me, Hood?"

Jason groaned as he pushed himself back up, moving slow. Once he was up, his head began to pound all over again. He reached up, pressed the release button under his jaw. A small hissing sound of the releasing pressure sounded.

He saw you stiffen, your eyes a little wide in shock, "What are you doing?"

“'s fine. I trust ya," He lifted the red helmet off until you were able to see his whole face. He remembered that not even a domino mask was hiding his eyes in the moment "'sides. It's too tight f'r me right now."

Jason believed he was a sight to see. All scars, disheveled hair, the yellowing bruise along the right side of hjs jaw from a few weeks ago, his crooked teeth and his crooked nose. Your eyes were wide, taking him in. He couldn't tell if it was in fear, shock, or awe. He was so much better at reading people, usually.

“I know,” a small smirk tugged at his lips, the right side of it staying lower due to the pain of his bruise, “Much more of an ugly mug then you were expecting, eh sweetheart?"

He saw you narrow your eyes. You didn’t like that comment. He could tell. What did he say? Nothing but his own truth.

…did I just fucking call you ‘sweetheart’?

A beam of light entered his vision.

He cringed back, "Ugh!"

You held up your small flashlight, switching it between Jason's eyes, "When were you born?"

Jason blinked rapidly, rubbing at his eyes now that you had pulled away the light. “April 27th,” he paused, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No. Fuck. That’s not it.”

You opened your drawer again and put the flashlight away, “You have a concussion.”

"No shit," His head was pounding to the point he could hear it in his ears.

"I'll let you go on two conditions."

Jason kept his eyes on you. He enjoyed the sight of your face much better than that agonizing light.

“First. Promise to rest up,” you gave him a pointed look.

Jason shrugged. He’d try.

“Promise.”

He groaned, “Fine. I promise.”

You looked pleased with yourself. He tried to push away the want to put that look on your face all the time.

“Second. Call somebody you know and trust to drive you home.”

He looked away from you. There was no one he trusted with that info. His safe house or this clinic. Or you.

“Fine,” you rolled away in your chair and pulled out a pen and paper. “Go get changed into some civilian clothes and I’ll call you a taxi.”

“You’re not payin’ for that,” Jason said quickly. His head hung low as his head pounded to the beat of his heart.

“That’s fine,” you pulled a roll of gauze from your drawer and stepped closer to him. “Do you have any Alieve or Tylenol at home?”

He barked out a laugh that ricocheted through his skull, “With how much I’m in here? Who do you think I am?”

You gave him a deadpan look. You began wrapping his shoulder and his stitches.

He gave a small smirk. He liked looking at your face. A nice sight for his sore eyes.

He blinked again. You were very close to him. His heart picked up in time with the throbbing of his skull.

He looked away, scowling.

Weakness.

“If I give you anything, I have to write down who I’m giving it to. It’s policy, I’ll need a name. Do you have alieve or tylenol at home Red?”

Jason let out a hum. He leaned forward pinched his nose bridge in thought again. Everything was fuzzy, “Maybe?”

“What name am I writing then?”

He didn’t even think to hesitate. He registered how that was a bad thing, but his concussion was stopping him from thinking properly. “Jason Todd.”

You let out a laugh right next to his ear.

He flinched, wincing at the sound, “What?”

“That’s the fakest name I’ve ever heard.”

It took him a second to register what you meant. That was his name. You were one of the few he had actually introduced himself to as himself in a while, and you didn’t believe it was his name.

You finished wrapping his bandages and stepped away. He found himself missing the warmth. “Mhmm. What address are you gonna give me now? 1234 Main Street?”

He scowled a little more than he already was. He felt his ears burn, “567 Main Street North.” It was one of his safe houses he was getting rid of soon. A place no one would find him by the end of the week.

You laughed again. It grated on his ears, but he was sure it’d be music without this concussion.

The rest of his visit was a bit of a blur. You told him to go change into civilian clothes. He remembers telling you it was fine, that he didn’t mind having the Red Hood be seen taking a taxi. You reminded him his shirt was half torn off. He put his armour back on and zipped up his jacket over top. You were calling a taxi by the time he had gotten his helmet back on.

The entire time he was trying to guess what your laugh sounded like normally. Surely he’s heard it before? Why couldn’t he remember?

Right. The concussion.

Red Hood was stepping out the door of your office when you called after him.

“Stay safe.”

He let out a small laugh, looking back over his shoulder at you, “Never do, sweetheart.”

You laughed too and he felt his ears burn again. He needed to shut up and stop letting that slip.

“That’s the third time you’ve called me that.” You crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair. “You must really be out of it.”

Jason frowned behind his helmet. He doesn’t remember three times.

…okay maybe two. But not three.

You gave a knowing smile, ignoring it, “You just have to make sure I always have my work cut out for me, don’t you?”

Jason smiled behind the helmet, “I like seeing you.”

He wanted to bash his head against that brick wall again. Especially when your grin got a little wider and his face got a little hotter.

“‘Kay, bye.” He walked out before you could respond.

Jason never did wait for the taxi. He left through the back door like always and made his trek back to the closest safe house. He clutched the box of tylenol he had stuffed in his pocket, feeling the tug of his stitches when he found his bike and revved the engine before peeling away into the night.

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paladin--strait · 2 months ago

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plz plz plz connor bedard with #7 I LOVE YOUR WORK

tiny skates - connor bedard

AHHH THANK YOUUUU 🫶 i love this prompt with him 😛 also, her sons name was originally gonna be connor so they could match but it got too confusing, so it made it nate! so if you see any parts where i may haves missed changing his name, please let me know!

i stand in the aisle of the local hockey store, nate's little hand in mine. he stares at all the gear, pointing at the brightly colored jerseys and the sticks that are twice his height. i look at all the prices of the things he needs to play, and sigh. it's not like i can't afford it, it's just a lot of money for something he'll grow out of and have to get new ones in just a few months.

nate all of a sudden took a liking to hockey when some of his friends let him play with them in their backyard. he instantly fell in love with the sport, coming home and insisting that he plays.

nate holds the socks and tape while i hold the bigger things, walking over to look at the skates. i hum, wondering what size i should get him. i look down at his little feet, then back at the sizes of the skates. my brows furrow as i set down my things, pulling a box off the shelf and telling connor to sit on the little bench.

i slip off his crocs and open the box, mumbling to myself as i slip them on his feet. "how do these feel? too tight? too big?" i ask with a smile.

he kicks his feet a little, giving his toes a little wiggle. "good mommy!" he beams, his eyes full of happiness.

i giggle at his excitement, putting on the other skate. "still good?"

"yes ma'am!" he says and i can't help but smile at his manners.

"those look good, little man." a voice says from behind me, making me jump a little. "sorry, didn't mean to scare you." he laughs awkwardly.

"it's alright." i smile up at him. he's cute, a wide smile and fluffy hair hidden under a hat.

"first time buying hockey gear?" the mystery man asks, and i nod sheepishly.

"can you tell?" i laugh along with him. "i tried to google what to buy him, but it's all so much. i don't even know if i'm buying the right things..." i frown, looking at all the things littering the floor.

the man nods, his lips pursed. "i can help you if you want. i've been playing hockey for a while now so..." he rubs the back of his neck, watching as i put the skates back in the box.

"oh i don't want to be a bother..."

"no bother, i'm happy to help." he beams, then looking down at my son. "what's your name buddy?"

"nate!" he grins, his voice happy and loud from his excitement.

"oh really? my friends name is nate too!" the man says, bending down to look at all the stuff i've picked out. i can see my sons face light up as i watch them interact. "so...these skates are normally for goalies, so he'll need these..." he stands, walking down the aisle and coming back with a new box.

it's the same brand and size, but i watch as he helps nate try on the different pair of skates. i smile as nate seems to get even more excited, barely able to sit still. "alright, these are the ones you'll need." connor says, looking up at me. "the rest of the stuff you got is just right."

i thank him as he stands, a smile on my face. "thank you, i really appreciate the help. i was nervous about him playing, but now i'm actually...starting to get a little excited." i laugh.

he laughs along with me, standing beside me as we watch my son run up and down the aisle in his skates. "he's cute, like his mom." he grins, acting casual.

my head snaps towards him, a deep blush creeping over my face.

"you guys should come to my game sometime, i'll get you both tickets. do you need one for dad too?" he asks, pulling out his phone.

"oh no, his dad...isn't around. and, what do you mean come to your game?" i ask, crossing my arms as my brows furrow.

"you don't know who i am...?" he asks, a small smirk on his face. i can tell he's not cocky, genuinely curious.

"no...?"

he laughs at my answer, pressing on a few things on his phone. a team photo of a bunch of guys in white jerseys pop up, then he zooms in. "that's me." he points, beaming.

"oh, okay...?" i say, squinting at the photo. "sorry but, i still don't recognize you."

he puts his phone in his back pocket, "it's okay, i play for the blackhawks in the nhl." he says, crossing his arms.

"nhl? isn't that like, the best it gets?" i say, my jaw dropping a bit in shock.

he laughs, bending down to help take off nate's skates. "yeah, just about."

i can't help but be shocked, my face full of surprise and confusion. i'm still trying to wrap my mind around it, spacing out as i stare at the skates.

"hello?" his voice snaps me out of my daze, a little smirk on his lips. "i asked if you needed me to help you take this to the counter?"

"oh! that would be great. but, i can't help but ask. can i take a photo of you two? once he figures out that he's met you before he'll probably be upset i didn't get a picture." i laugh awkwardly, hoping he won't be mad.

he grins, standing up. "of course!" i smile wide at his acceptance, sitting nate up so the photo is good. i snap a quick picture, looking at it through the screen on my phone. "also, do you maybe think i can get your number?" he asks.

his words catch me off guard, his bluntness making my eyes widen. "oh...sure." my face flushes red as i hand him my phone, watching him type in his number. he hands me back my phone and i pocket it, helping him carry everything to the counter.

i sigh as the cashier rings everything up, the price increasing more and more. i know it'll be worth it, especially if nate is happy. just as i'm pulling out my card, the haul of gear is already paid for. i look over at connor in surprise, who's smiling as he puts his wallet back in his pocket.

"wait wait wait, you didn't have to do that!" i panic, looking at the expensive gear that's getting bagged. "i have enough money for it, i could've paid!"

"don't worry about it, really." he reassures me, "i love seeing kids like nate pursuing their dreams. text me his schedule, i'd love to come watch him."

i'm shocked by his kindness, my heart swelling with affection for this man i just met. "i will, thank you so much...nate, what do you say to mr. connor?" i say, pulling my son beside me.

"thanks you mr. connor!" he grins, his eyes gleaming with joy and love. before i can stop him, my son is attached to his leg, looking up at him. nate smiles at him, arms wrapped around his leg.

connor laughs, reaching down to pull him up into his arms. "you're welcome, buddy. i'll see you at some of your games, okay?"

"kay!" nate smiles, taking the lollipop the cashier gave him with a thank you.

connor helps us take the bags to my car, him and nate making small talk. i can admit he's good with nate, my heart pumping violently at the sight. nate's not even this close with his own father, and he just met this guy.

connor keeps up his word as the season goes on, taking us out to either dinner or ice cream after games. he's good with nate, and i can admit that i've taken quite the liking to him as well. he's sweet, cute with a heart of gold.

we finally called it official and hard launched our relationship a few months later, with both of us posting a picture of all three of us at nate's game, matching shirts for me and connor, and nate in his teams cyan jersey. it's a cute photo, instantly made my wallpaper on my phone.

who would've known that my sons new found love for hockey would also bring a new found love into mine as well?

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girliism · 4 months ago

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YOU’RE THE ONLY FRIEND I NEED.

before patrick there was you. the first person art ever considered a best friend. meeting in the first grade, you being the only kid in your class who cared enough to befriend the new kid.

“what’s your name?” younger you sat next to him.

art surveyed you. with your wild untamed hair, five different band-aids coving your body, and mix match crocs. “art.”

“cool.” you gave him a wide grin.

you practically glued yourself to art. where he was you were.

he hated it in the beginning. he thought you were weird and he didn’t wanna brand himself as “the guy with the girl best friend.” but he couldn’t escape you.

it was an odd duo the two of you made but somehow it worked. no matter what it was you guys trusted each other blindly. so when you showed up to his house in the middle of the night begging him to grab his bike and meet you at the corner he couldn’t not do just that.

“where are we going?” art said, out of breath from running from his house to the stop sign with his bike where you were waiting for him. “i can’t be out so late, you know i have church in the morning.”

you rolled your eyes. “can you not be such a loser for like one second little mouse. we won’t even be gone long.”

art blushed at the mention of that nickname. “i’m not a mouse.” he murmured.

the two of you rode through the dark empty streets, the wind was blowing in your faces and your legs burning from how fast you were going.

art slowed down parking in front of the entrance to a hiking trail. “what, uh- what are we doing here?” you turned to look behind you. “follow me and find out.” you had that all too familiar mischievous smile on your face.

you guys walked the trail with your bikes in hand. you led art off the official walkway and into a more secluded place. before art could say anything he was met with the sight a huge lake, the light from the moon reflecting off of it and lighting up the wooded area.

“i found this like two days ago. been dying to show you.” you told him, stripping your clothes to reveal the one piece you had on before jumping in water.

art watched you swim. your body going under for a period of time then resurfacing. you let out giggles every now and then, kicking your feet and twisting yourself around in the water. “get in little mouse.” you splashed water on him snapping him out the trance you put him in.

“wish you would’ve told me we were going swimming.” art pulled off his pajamas leaving him in only boxers. he wade into the water, shivering slightly at the cold temperature. “was supposed to be a surprise.” you spoke softly.

you and art played around in the water for what felt like hours before settling down to float on your backs, your feet floating by his head and vice versa. your guys hands griped each other’s forearms so neither of you drifted away.

everything around you two felt still. like you guys were the only two people in the world. “i’m so glad we’re starting middle school together.” you thought out loud breaking the peaceful silence. “yeah… me too.” art said distantly. he hadn’t told you yet.

after a while of floating there you eventually got tired of the pruning feeling on your hands and feet so the the two of you got out.

art nervously eyed you putting your clothes back on. he had to tell you now before you heard it from his mother and felt even more betrayed.

“hey, i have to tell you something.” art chewed on the inside of his mouth. “you know that tennis academy i told you about.” you nodded looking up at him from typing your shoes. “well, my mom sighed me up and they accepted me so i’ll be starting school there next year not here with you.”

you didn’t react right away. you gave yourself a second to take in what he said. “your leaving me?” art shook his head. “no, i mean not really. we’ll have summer and winter break. plus weekly calls home. we can chat online as well.” you let out a loud annoyed groan. “what about the days in between that. the days where i’ll be here alone.” art gaped at you not knowing what to say.

“i-i’m sorry.” he squeaked.

one thing you hated about art was that he had a tendency to apologize for things that he didn’t need to. deep down you knew you had no right to be mad at him, but you were hurt and that hurt translated into anger.

“whatever.”

the bike ride back to art’s house was silent and cold, you shivered as the air hit your still wet bodies.

you guys parked in front of the dondalson house and art shifted on his feet debating whether to speak or not. “so…. i’ll call you tomorrow?” you grunted out a response before riding off.

even though you were upset with art you still spent the rest of the almost ending summer with him. trying to use all the rest of the time you had left with him.

it was the last week of summer and you were helping art pack his stuff into the. “sorry your parents won’t let you fly florida with us.” art threw one of his bags into the trunk. you shrugged. “it’s fine, it’ll give me time to missed you.” you picked at a lose thread on you shorts awkwardly before pulling out a brown wooden box. “i made this for you, you know since i may never see you again.” you said. art rolled his eyes at your dramatics but took the box from your hands.

it was one of those boxes you’d find at an antique store that’s been around for years.

art unlocked the little latch and looked inside. it was filled with memorabilia from through out your guys friendship. “you do know i’m not dying right?” art joked. “mmm, you never know.” art shook his head before throwing his arms around you pulling you in for a hug. “thanks.” you tightened your arms around his body, and buried your face in his neck. “no problem, little mouse.”

“alright you two, time to go” art’s moms voice pulled you guys apart. “you all ready artie?” art gave you one last longing look before turning to his mother. “yeah.”

“don’t forget to message me when your settled in.” you yelled to art who was hanging out the window waving at you. “don’t forget to answer!” he yelled back.

art watched you through the back window. your figure getting smaller and smaller. he didn’t turn around in his seat until they turned the corner and even then he looked back every once in a while.

you stood there for like twenty whole minutes hoping that mr and mrs.dondalson would realize they couldn’t bare sending art so far away and turn back around, but they never did. so you went home.

#girliism #challengers #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson fluff

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xspeter · 1 year ago

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꥟ part of the ‘dancing with our hands tied’ collection. main masterlist.

IN WHICH… Luke Castellan has returned from his quest, but he refuses to see anyone. Too bad you’ve been assigned to watch over him.

W.C: 4.3k

You didn’t like being awoken in the middle of the night. Not by your siblings, not by a nightmare, and definitely not by Chiron.

He’d practically forced you awake, and then started telling you that there was an emergency and you were desperately needed.

Your sleep stricken mind you’d barely been able to process it, blinking a few times as you sat up slowly. Chiron stared at you expectantly, like he expected you to jump out of bed and follow him. If he wanted someone to do that, he should’ve woken up a morning person.

“…What?”

Chiron didn’t repeat himself, instead just leaving the building with a hushed whisper of, “Follow me.”

You swallowed, blinked again, and then did as you were told, slipping on a pair of crocs and wrapping your arms around your chest. The night time summer air was cold, and goosebumps rose on your skin as you followed the centaur.

Chiron didn’t say anything as you walked, well, more like jogged, and it frustrated you. Where was he taking you? What was so important that he had to wake you, and only you, up in the middle of the night?

“Chiron,” You whispered, “What’s going on?”

“Luke’s returned from his quest,” He said as you approached the Big House.

You grinned. You didn’t know Luke all that well, but you knew everyone was excitedly awaiting his return. But, your smile dropped once you noticed the worried knit in Chirons brow. “That’s supposed to be good, isn’t it?”

Chiron sighed as he placed his hand on the front door, an unusual look of worry and maybe even fear in his eyes. “I want you to be prepared when we go in here. Remember, I chose you because I believe you are the most capable in calming him.”

Your mouth went dry as you realized something was very, very wrong. “Calming… who? Luke? Did something happen?”

Chiron doesn’t say anything, instead turning the doorknob and practically forcing you inside. You wish he hadn’t.

The first thing you notice is the sobbing. Pure, unfiltered, scream-crying that makes your heart ache for someone you don’t even know. Then it’s the people, nymphs running around in a panic, random medical supplies and blankets dropping from their arms as they dart around the room.

Then it’s Mr. D. You’ve never seen Dionsysis as anything other than annoyed and irritated. But right now, he looks nervous. Scared. It’s terrifying.

You can’t tell where the sobbing is coming from, it’s so loud it feels like it’s all-consuming. Like it’s coming from every inch of the room.

You turn to Chiron, slight determination in your features, “Where is he?”

Chiron looks almost relieved, like he was expecting you to turn tail and run. Honestly? You wanted to. You weren’t equipped to handle something like this, and you had no idea what was wrong with him anyway!

He gestures towards the stairs, “First room on the left. Grover and some other satyrs are in there with him. I’ll have a nymph bring you the things you’ll need, just try to calm him down for now, alright?” You nod, sucking in a breath as he walks away from you.

There’s not many things to say as you approach the room. You can hear the Satyrs and their hushed whispers of panic and worry, and you can hear the pain in Luke’s screams. The way he cries like he’s been torn limb from limb, and maybe he had been.

You take a deep breath before you peak into the room, but you can’t see Luke. You can see Grover, tears in his eyes as tries wiping something in front of him. You notice the blood that coats his shirt and hands, the deep red cloths that surround him.

A satyr you recognize, Alder, notices you first. And you see the relief that floods his body when he does.

You swallow, and enter the room. Hands clammy as you approach Alder. Your voice wobbles a bit as you speak, “Give me a rundown of what happened.”

Alder is shaking, his breath coming in unevenly. “He- he got back barely even ten minutes ago, and he was sobbing. I couldn’t see his face at first so I didn’t understand but- but-” He sucks in another breath, squeezing his eyes shut. “It’s deep, Y/N.”

You nod. You still don’t understand completely- but you know it must be a cut of sorts which helps relieve you a bit. At least now you have an idea of what you’re dealing with.

From what you knew of Luke’s quest, he had to receive an apple from The Garden of Hesperides. And even though you didn’t know much about this garden, you had an idea of what might have given him the laceration.

You placed a hand on Grovers shoulder, and watched as he turned around to face you. You could see the blood on his shirt much better now, as well as the blood that dripped from his fingertips.

Grover didn’t question you for a moment, but you both winced as Luke let out another wail. Grover must’ve understood why you were there, so he shakily nodded his head and stepped away, letting you finally see Luke fully for the first time.

The sight makes you gasp. Luke’s face is practically covered in blood, all leaking from a jagged cut that runs down his left cheek. His eyes are squeezed shut, body practically flailing as he gasps and groans in pain.

“Okay, okay, okay..” You chant to yourself, hands unsure of where to go or what to do. You didn’t have any of the supplies you needed, not yet anyway, and Luke clearly didn’t even notice you were there. You don’t think he noticed anyone was there.

You squeezed your eyes shut, sucking in your bottom lip as you struggled with what to do. “Luke, can you- can you hear me?” You asked shakily. A stupid question, you knew he couldn’t hear you, you just weren’t sure of what else to say.

Luke didn’t respond, instead, more tears rolled down his face, making the blood run and drip down onto his pillow.

You struggled with what to do, unsure of what you could even do or say to calm him. Honestly, you weren’t sure if there even was anything you could do right now.

You glanced back to the satyrs, and then to Grover, and you felt your stomach drop. He was staring at you expectantly, his own tears leaving dark lines on his tan skin. You knew about his history with Luke, how much he cared for the older boy, and you knew seeing him like this must’ve been terrifying.

So, you did the one thing you could think of.

When you were younger, every time you cried your mother sang you a song. It was silly, and it didn’t really hold any value to Luke as far as you could tell, but it was the only thing you could think to do.

“Here comes the sun and I say, ‘It’s alright, Little Darling..’” You started hesitantly, voice quiet as you leaned down to luke, your fingers tracing his jawline.

He didn’t say anything, in fact he didn’t even react, instead continuing to writhe and scream in pain and fear. Still, you continued.

“The smiles returning to the faces, Little Darling..”

The satyrs all just stared at you in what you assumed was confusion. You didn’t blame them- you were unsure of what you were doing yourself.

“It seems like years since it’s been here, here comes the sun..”

Sometimes, if you were in an exceptionally good mood, you’d sing this song during the campfire. Apollo kids always sang during it, but you weren’t one to enjoy that with them. That’s why you think Luke recognizes it.

Slowly, his breathing evens, and his splintering sobs turn to quiet whimpers. His body relaxes, practically going still as his eyes return to their natural shut state.

You smile, cupping his uninjured cheek with your hand, ignoring the blood that soaks into your skin. “Here comes the sun and I say, ‘It’s alright’..”

☀︎

It’s five days before Luke wakes up.

You come in every morning and every night, checking on him and cleaning him up. Changing his bandages, shifting him around so he doesn’t develop sores from laying in the same position. Sometimes you go in just to keep him company.

But, still, you nearly jump out of your skin when you enter the room and find Luke sitting up, staring out the window with an obvious knit in his brows.

He turns to you once he hears the door click shut, but neither of you say anything. You feel small under his burning gaze, but still, you swallow and approach him.

You turn to the bedside table, where you’ve been keeping the fresh bandages, and silently get to work.

Luke doesn’t say anything as you gently turn his head towards you, and he doesn’t say anything as you peel back the bloody bandage that covers his left eye. It makes you nervous.

But, you know Luke has been through something traumatizing. Something you’ll probably never understand, so you don’t say anything either. If he wants to talk, you’ll let him go first.

The next three days pass by just the same. Every morning and every night, you change his bandages, check his vitals, make sure he eats, and leave. All without saying a single word.

You want to ask him what happened, if he remembers anything, if he remembers that you were there that night. Does he even remember that night? Does he even know your name?

But you don’t ask. And on that fourth day, Luke finally says something to you.

You're changing his bandage again, and make a pleased hum in the back of your throat when you notice it’s completely clean.

Luke, who usually looks anywhere but at you when you’re doing this, locks his gaze with yours. He swallows, leaning back onto his hands, “Is it better?” He asks.

You're stunned for a moment, but quickly pull yourself together. His voice is rough and raspy from what you assume is not talking for literal days, but it’s still got a soft kindness too it you’re not sure you’ve ever heard from anyone else.

“Um, yeah. There’s not any blood soaking through it anymore which is a really good thing. I mean, I was starting to get a little worried with all the bleeding but you seem to be healing up nicely.” You fiddle with your fingers a bit nervously, looking at anything but Luke.

Luke doesn’t say anything for a moment, turning his head and staring out the window. You take his indifference as a sign to leave, so you take your things and walk towards the door.

Just as you are about to close it, there’s a voice.

“Wait,”

It’s soft, and if you hadn’t been listening you probably wouldn’t have noticed it. But you do as told, turning around and making contact with the curly haired boy.

He looks to be struggling with what to say, as if he’s unsure of how to get the words out. Your hand grips the doorknob uncomfortably, eyes wide as you look expectantly at Luke.

Finally, he releases a breath and relaxes his shoulders. He looks back towards the window, and murmurs, “Thank you.”

It’s the last thing you were expecting to hear from the demi-god, but still, you practically glow once it falls from his lips.

“Of course.” You say, quietly waiting to see if he’ll say anything else. You don’t let it disappoint you much when he doesn’t, baby steps and all that, but still, for the first time in a week, you leave that room with a smile.

☀︎

The first thing you notice when you enter The Big House is yelling. Lots of it.

You’re confused, because Mr. D is standing right next to you and you’re not sure Chiron has ever raised his voice a day in his life. And then it registers. Luke.

“He’s been going at it all day.” Mr. D says, that familiar annoyance in his tone. “Get him to stop, would you?”

Your lips part as you stare up at him in shock. “Me?”

Dionysus shrugs, taking a gulp of his Coke. “You did it the last time he was raising hell! Just do whatever you did then.”

This was a completely different situation then last time! Then, Luke was barely even conscious. He couldn’t register what was going on around him, and he was screaming in pain. Not anger!

You shook your head, stumbling over your words a bit as Mr. D grabbed you by the wrist and began dragging you upstairs. “I can’t! This is completely different and has nothing to do with me! And I can’t do what I did last time- It’d be weird now!”

But, you don’t have any more time to argue, because Mr. D barges into Luke’s room without a second thought, pushing you inside and slamming the door.

Chiron and Luke both go silent, both turning to face you. Chiron looks confused, a silent question on his face. While Luke.. doesn’t look like anything. The knit in his brows relaxes, and the obvious frown that was on his face disappears. He looks as if nothing happened.

“I’m sorry,” You huff, wincing a bit as you reach for the doorknob to exit, “Mr. D kinda forced me in here, Not sure what he thought I could do…” You mumble the last part, clearly very annoyed. “But I’ll uh, i’ll just leave you guys to.. continue.” You gesture to the two of them with a fake smile on your face, struggling to open the door. Mr. D must’ve locked it, that old bastard.

Chiron shakes his head, giving you a small smile. You can tell he’s exhausted though, his eyes say it. “No, please, stay. I’ll go.” He shoots a look to Luke, who’s frown has returned onto his pink lips. “We’ll continue this conversation later.”

Luke doesn’t say anything, and Chiron opens the door so easily you almost feel embarrassed.

There’s silence as you approach him, deafening, sickening silence, and you itch to ask why he was yelling. What made him so angry?

You suck in your bottom lip and risk a glance at Luke. He’s staring out the window still, and you wonder what he thinks when he looks out there. Does he miss everyone? Does he want to go back and finish his quest?

“Um,” You release a breath, shrugging your shoulders in an attempt to seem completely indifferent. You sit on the stool next to Luke’s bed and begin to get to work, “Not to be.. nosy or anything like that, but, what was that about?”

Your hands are gentle as you softly position his head so you can get the best angle, softly peeling the bandages away and checking in on his progress. The cut has healed nicely, and it’s no longer blaring red and raw. Instead, it’s a nice pinkish color, and you can tell that scar tissue is beginning to form.

Luke doesn’t say anything for a moment, and you begin to worry that you crossed a line. “You don’t have to answer that-”

“Chiron wants to tell everyone that I’m back from my quest.”

Your blink a couple times, but smile a bit that he felt comfortable enough to answer you. You hadn’t registered that his return had been a secret until now, but you can understand why he’d want it to stay that way.

He was supposed to be this great swordsman, someone all of camp looked up to and depended on. You assumed that’s how he saw the quest, something else the rest of camp would be proud of him for.

So, when he failed? Probably not the best for his pride.

“I understand why you wouldn’t want to tell. But.. they’ll all find out eventually. Wouldn’t you rather rip the band-aid off now instead of waiting?” You ask, voice a little hesitant. You don’t want to scare him off, or make him feel like he’s being attacked.

He huffs, gnawing on his lower lip as you gently replace his bandages. “What would the difference be? Disappoint everyone now, or disappoint everyone later. How fun.”

There’s a bitterness in his voice that you hadn’t expected, but you understand it. “They aren’t going to be disappointed, Luke. They’re worried for you. I see them, you know? They sit and watch the hill, waiting for you. And I don’t want to… push you, or anything, but I think maybe it’s time you let them help you.”

Luke’s lips thin, and he goes back to staring out the window. You finish your work silently and stand to leave, but a hand on your wrist stops you.

You look down surprised, finding his fingers barely locked around your wrist to stop you. He looks up, making soft eye contact with you, almost as if he were begging you not to go. You listen.

You sit back down, and Luke releases you without saying a word. It’s this moment when you can finally take the time to really admire him, not the things that leave him scarred.

His hair is a deep brown. Not quite black, but still so dark it could be mistaken for charcoal. The sunlight from the window streams onto it, making it glow a soft mocha color. His eyes match, but they're more honey-colored than anything.

Freckles dot his skin like stars, aligning to form different constellations. You resist the urge to trace them. But his lips.. they're so soft, so pink. So.. unique. You want to trace them, too.

Luke sniffles, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not… not that I don’t want to. It’s more like I can’t. How am I supposed to tell them I failed when they expected so much more of me? If I tell them that.. that I’m not as amazing as they think I am, then who do I become?”

You smile gently, eyes crinkling in the corners. You risk interlocking your fingers with his, fully expecting him to pull away, but he doesn’t. His breath hitches in his throat for a moment and you can tell he’s hesitant, but, he returns your gesture, holding your hand with a softness you hadn't expected.

“You become human.”

☀︎

News of Luke’s return spreads around the camp like wildfire. Everyone is excited, happy that he returned at all, but they are also confused. If Luke had returned, where was he? And why had no one seen him?

You honestly couldn’t help the swell of pride in your chest the next morning when you’d gone to check on Luke and he’d told you he was having Chiron tell camp. Some selfish part of you wanted to believe it was because of what you’d told him, but you knew realistically it was something Chiron had said.

You chew on your nails as your siblings talk in hushed whispers at your table. All of them talking about where the hell the hero could be and why he hadn’t been seen. Some say Chiron is just waiting until Luke is cleared of any injuries he may have gotten, others get more extreme and say he hadn't really returned at all and Chiron was just waiting to tell everyone he had died.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything, would you, Y/N? You’ve been acting pretty secretive lately..”

Your head whips to your brother, Lee, as he eyes you suspiciously. You stammer on your words, eyes gluing to the space around him as you struggle to come up with the words. You’d never been good at lying.

“No! How would I even know anything? I know as much as you, and also, I'm sure Luke’s okay wherever he’s at so you guys should stop worrying and stop talking about it.”

Lee gasps, eyes going wide as he points an accusing finger at you. “You do know something!”

“No I don’t!”

Your sister, Marcia, snorts and rolls her eyes. “You totally do.”

You stutter for a second, racking your brain for an excuse. “I’m- your- whatever! I have to go!” You stand abruptly, walking away and ignoring the way Lee groans and pleads with you to tell him.

You find yourself in the strawberry field, just as you always do when you feel conflicted, and pick so many red berries that your basket feels as if it weighs more than a super fat cat.

You huff as you drag them to The Big House, your arm slightly aching. Look, you weren’t one to… physically exert yourself. You’d stick to nursing people back to health, thank you.

Luke watches you curiously as you plop the strawberries onto the bedside table, slightly panting as you do. You rub at your forearms, doing your best to smooth the ache there. “I figured Chiron wasn’t bringing you any of these, and I remembered someone told me that you really liked them. So…”

You winced a bit, mentally cursing yourself for mentioning that last part.

But Luke doesn’t mention it, instead he just stares up at you, and you watch as his lips quirk up into a small, genuine smile. “Thank you.”

There’s a swell of pride in your chest, one that you allow yourself to be selfish about, because Luke Castellan is smiling and it’s just about the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Don’t mention it.”

You both chat aimlessly as you patch him up and you even stay to talk with him way after you finish. In the two weeks Luke has been holed up in this room, you can tell the effect it’s having on him mentally and physically.

He’s lost most of the tan that used to kiss his skin, and instead is an uncharacteristic pale color. His muscles have become less defined (not that you were paying attention to that), and he just seems more bored than anything now. You don’t blame him, having to have his only conversations revolve with the same four people. Chiron, Mr. D. Grover, and you.

“No, come on, there's no way you purposely skip out on capture the flag!”

You shrug nonchalantly, playing with the ends of your hair as you lean back onto the backrest of the stool. “I just don’t see the point. And, besides, I enjoy helping everyone with their injuries. It’s usually only the younger kids who come in with little scrapes and cuts, so it’s super easy and they always give me these adorable little smiles.”

Luke listens intently to your reason, and he finds it almost endearing how you ramble, a soft smile on your face as you think of the kids. “I understand that then, I guess. I love those troublemakers too. Sometimes.”

You snort, glancing up from the hair you were tangling and towards him. His eyes are soft, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the headboard. “Only sometimes?”

He shrugs, “Yeah, only when they’re not causing some kind of trouble. Which is pretty much always..”

You silently agree with him on that, nodding your head. You want to ask him when he plans to leave this room, you’d cleared him two days ago, but decide against it. Luke would leave when he was ready, but maybe he just needed a push in the right direction, just like last time.

“I heard Connor talking about you today.”

Luke sits up a bit in interest, scratching his forearm. “Really? What’d he say?”

You suck in a breath, wetting your lips nervously. “He said he missed you. And that he was worried about you.”

The smile on Luke’s lips falls, and is replaced with his usual nonchalance. His body deflates, and he turns his attention to the sheets in front of him. “Oh.”

You nod, “I think everyone misses you. And they all kinda just wait to hear any news about you they can get. It’s kind of sad, honestly. And, to be perfectly clear, I am an absolute horrible liar and my siblings are starting to catch onto my daily visits here. I fear if you don’t make an appearance soon they might follow me.”

Luke snorts at that, but he doesn’t smile. You want to pry open his mind and understand just what he’s thinking. “I want to. I’m just.. I'm scared of them. Of how they’ll look at me.”

You shake your head, “Luke, they love you. Like, seriously love you. You’ve gotta stop getting in your head about this, let them show you how they’ll look at you. Not your head.”

Luke sighs, letting his eyes fall shut as he processes. You think that deep down he knows your right, he just needs to set his fear to the side. And you definitely understand how hard that can be.

You stand, walking over to the door quietly. You open it, but pause before you leave and look back at him. “Let them love you, Luke.”

You're not surprised when the next morning, Luke isn’t in his usual spot. You’re especially not surprised once you hear the cheers that come from the lunch area.

You peek around the corner with a smile, happily watching as practically everyone in camp surrounds Luke.

None of them even seem to care about the new jagged scar that covers his left eye, or the way he seems like a completely different boy from the one who left all that time ago.

“What happened on your quest? Did you complete it?” Someone, you can’t make out who, asks. You hold your breath as Luke hears it, his smile faltering slightly.

“I, uh,” He stammers, looking uneasy. You curse and step out of your hiding place, doing your best to put yourself in Luke’s line of sight.

He spots you almost instantly, and you watch as relief floods his entire body. You give him an encouraging thumbs up and a large smile.

He returns the smile, and looks back to the camper who asked. “I didn’t get the apple, but, I did get this super cool scar-”

You watch as Luke makes eye contact with you again, and he doesn’t have to speak for you to know what hes saying.

Thank you.

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drugsorgasmsandcheese · 1 year ago

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trouble, j. miller | chapter one

mob!joel miller x fem!reader

chapter summary: after getting fired from your job at the bookstore, your grandparents introduce you to the man who’s been helping them out for awhile: joel miller. now, it’s his turn to help you.

chapter warnings: reader swears and has dry humour (she’s a bit of me x), mentions of vip’s getting touchy but it’s hypothetical if that makes sense?? reader calls her grandparents ‘pops’ and ‘nonna’, no beta cause i cba, blah blah blah that’s it

also no hate to anyone who reads romance/physical smut books, the hate is simply towards minors who read them & their parents for allowing them LOL

word count: 2518

(series masterlist)

you really don’t know how much longer you can do this.

you’re six hours into your ten hour shift. you’re bored, you haven’t had your lunch break, and your phone is charging behind the desk where you were watching criminal minds before two teenage girls walked into the bookstore.

you’ve watched them for the past twenty minutes. they practically ran to the romance section, picking up books and flicking to certain pages you know had the most pornographic scenes in them before they’d giggle amongst themselves and add it to the pile they were building.

can teenage girls even afford this many books? you had been working since you were sixteen, and you’d barely get enough money to buy yourself two books whilst the rest would be stored away for college. and is this what people were reading nowadays? a male character that exudes toxic masculine standards whilst the author plays into the whole “innocent, virginal” female character who hadn’t the slightest clue about sex or life? is this what parents were allowing their children to-

“we want these books.” a demanding voice speaks to you, and you almost have to do a double take when you see the two teenage girls stood before you at the counter. god, you couldn’t even rely on the younger generation to be polite these days, especially not when one of them is judging you for your oversized hoodie and sweats and the crocs that sit on your feet.

“of course.” you force a smile, biting back on the insults you wish to hurl upon them. but, your boss is in the back. probably doing jackshit like she usually does, leaving you to work your ass off without any breaks.

the scanner scans the barcode on the back of every book before placing them in two bags. dante’s nine circles of hell sounds more appealing than this. you might just grab one of the books and hit yourself with it, hoping you hit so hard you might pass out and get to leave early. not like your boss would allow it, but the thought of having a hot shower and slipping into bed sounded nice.

“and your total is $194.68, is that going to be cash or card?” you rest your hands on the counter, looking at the two girls. one of them whips out a card, so black and matte you almost feel the courage to ask her if: it’s her fathers, and if so, is he single?

you hand her the card machine where she taps the card, and once the payment is deemed successful, one of the girls takes the bag, looks into it and frowns. “these aren’t in the right order.”

“excuse me?”

“the books aren’t in the right order.”

there’s a right order to put books in. none of them were even a series, and even then, does it really matter if your fucking fairy porn trilogy is separated?

“did you ask for them in a certain order?”

the girl gives you a look. “no?”

“so then why would i know what order to put them in?” you’re so done. you’re so fucking done, mentally, physically, and in the eyes of your boss, as well. the girls look at you, mouths agape, probably because they didn’t think they’d be spoken to this way, but you always said that the second a customer is rude to you, you’re being rude back.

the duo scowl at you as they leave the store, muttering insults under their breaths like it was a middle school friendship break up. you sigh, going to turn around to grab your phone when you jump back, spotting your boss leant against the wall.

“you’re fired.” she states.

“yes!” you fist pump the air sarcastically, grabbing your stuff and practically racing out the store. you didn’t even care if you were supposed to wait until the end of your shift to fully leave your job. you were hungry, tired, and your pops and nonna had told you that pops’ infamous burgers would be made for dinner and you were eager.

on your walk home, you listen to your music. it was relatively dark outside, and ideally, as a woman, you shouldn’t be wearing headphones in the dark. but you had always been more frightened by the noises you could hear rather than the ones you couldn’t.

you step into your home, taking your shoes off by the door and walk into the kitchen. you stop at the sight. your pops and nonna were stood in the kitchen talking to a man you have never seen before and you’re almost offended that your grandparents hadn’t allowed you to meet him because jesus christ and all things holy, that man is beautiful.

he’s tall. scarily tall, actually. and not to say you have a thing for muscular men but you would not mind letting this stranger throw you about. he leans on the kitchen counter, arms folded across his chest as he eyes you up.

“he. who is he?” you point to the man, looking at your grandparents.

your nonna tuts your name. “he is joel miller, helps us out where we need it. why are you home so early, sugar, i thought you had a ten hour shift today?” nonna embraces you, kissing your cheek as she taps your arm, signaling for you to sit down at the kitchen table.

a faux laugh escapes you. “heh, well, you see-”

“don’t tell me that damn boss of yours ‘s been givin’ you a hard time again.” your pops speaks up this time, interrupting you this time. your pops was a scary man. he used to be involved in a lot of shit back in the day, constantly being chased down streets and alleyways by the police, always having them on his doorstep which would cause his mother to scold him. you can’t count the amount of times he’s threatened to come down and give your boss an earful on both hands.

“she actually fired me. apparently addressing one’s stupidity isn’t allowed. however, i am more focused on joel. joel, what is your purpose in this here house?” your head turns to look at the man as he addresses you, and he gives you a small smirk, walking over to the table and sitting across from you.

“she got a mouth on her, don’t she?” he asks your grandparents, and your nonna chuckles.

“always has. only started living with us when she was eighteen because of college, but she’s always had something to say.”

“something that’s gotta be shared with everyone.” your pops adds, and you give him a playful pout.

“right here guys, right here.” you announce. “back to the topic at hand. joel, why have you interrupted my pops’ burger night?” you’re facing each other now, your eyes analysing his face but all he does is smirk and since when was smirking so attractive on a man?

“well, your grandparents here mentioned how you hated your job, and i just so happen to have one that needs filled at one of my clubs.” his texan accent was prominent and full as he spoke, his brown eyes never leaving yours. “‘s if you want it, of course.”

“what club?”

“apocalypse.”

you slam your hands on the table with a wide grin. “i’m sold. when do i start?”

joel chuckles. “no questions about the pay, the shifts?”

you shake your head. “nope, don’t care. you know how hard that club is to get into?” you turn your head to look at your grandparents. “extremely fucking hard, i’ll tell you that right now. and i’ll get to work in there? god, life is so generous to me sometimes.” you exhale lightly, jokingly.

joel doesn’t stay for your pops’ burgers, but he’s given some to take home anyway. you decide to walk him to the door, being the ever so kind woman that you were, ready to see him off when he stops.

“ya’ start at five p.m. tomorrow, alright? i’ll have someone show you around, get you your uniform ‘nd all that before the club opens.”

nodding your head at joel, you bid him goodbye and watch as he makes his way to a sleek, black porsche, get in, and drive off.

____

“what do you mean you’re working for joel miller?” alicia asks you. alicia was the first friend you made at college after you chewed her ear off for the entirety of your first class. a girl who followed gothic fashion and was an absolute sweetheart compared to the people you’ve known in the past.

“i mean exactly what i said, babe. he’s apparently been looking after my grandparents for awhile and he offered me a job at apocalypse after that old bitch fired me.” you shrug, taking a bite of burger you got from dining hall.

“but joel miller is…he’s dangerous! everyone says his clubs are just money laundering schemes to hide his actual money.” naomi spoke up this time. ever the worrier, she was.

“money laundering would mean that no one was using his clubs and they were just there, naomi. the clubs are exclusive. i mean, we’ve all seen the lines to get in. we’ve been in those lines!” alicia somewhat comes to your defense even though you know she’s fully against you working there.

“my friend tina, the one from the political science class, worked there last year, and she says the pay is amazing!” a woman with black curls approaches your trio, another close friend of yours: georgia. “don’t get me wrong, she said some shady stuff happens in the v.i.p. lounge, but probably just guys gambling or something.”

you embrace georgia. “see, good pay and all i have to do is not ask questions. i’ll be fine, guys. and you,” you look at georgia “need to meet me at our cafe so you can tell me about that little masc lesbian of yours.”

you finish the rest of your burger, and pick up your bag. “gotta get home, but i’ll fill you all when i see you.”

you wave goodbye to your friends, walking out of the building as you scroll on your phone. when you get to the street, you bump into someone, about to apologise until you look up and gasp dramatically. “you! are you stalking me. god, joel, i didn’t know i was worth being stalked. that’s so flattering.”

joel scoffs, and opens the passenger door to his black porsche. “get in. ‘m gonna drive you down to the club.”

“don’t have to tell me twice.” you get into the passenger seat, placing your bag down in between your legs and joel closed your door. he rounds the front, getting in beside you and starts the car.

“ya’ hungry?” he asks, driving away from your college building.

“i ate just before i left. had a cheeseburger. not the most edible thing i’ve ever had, but it worked.”

“if you’re hungry when we get there, i’ll take ya’ down to the kitchen and grab you somethin’ there. house mom might have some snacks for ya’ too.”

brows furrowed, you turn to look at him. “the fuck is a house mom?”

“older woman who works with the dancers, takes care of ‘em in between dances. she’ll have snacks, spare outfits or shoes, hygiene products. helps ‘em all like a mom would.”

“nice.” you nod your head, and soon you’re in the private parking lot for the club. joel gets out first, rounding to your side and opening the door up for you. “gotta love a southern gentleman.” you snicker, walking into the club behind him.

he walks up a set of marbled stairs, heading to the second floor. “you’ll be working in the v.i.p. lounge, ‘s where all the dancers are and most of our staff.”

the second floor of the club is lit with red led lights, creating a sultry atmosphere. there are private rooms scattered all around, but there are booths scattered in the middle. joel walks you down to a hidden room and opens the door.

“this is my office. you can put your shit in here.” you walk in and place your bag down on the cushioned sofa, taking a seat beside your belongings. “i’m here when i’m not in the booths doing business, but if anything happens out there, ya’ come and find me, alright?”

you nod your head at him.

“all v.i.p’s know dancers and staff aren’t to be touched, but you gotta promise you’ll come find me if that rule is broken.” after promising, he continues. “i’ll take you down to adele and see if she’s got any spare uniform for you. she’ll walk you through anything else.”

joel guides you down the haul with a hand on your lower back, and if there was a camera following you, you would’ve hand an office moment with this simple touch.

“momma!” joel yells, knocking on a pink door.

the door opens, and an african-american woman opens it. she looks at joel, then you, and embraces you in a tight hug. “welcome, baby. this the new girl we’ve been hearing about?”

“yes ma’am!” you answer before joel can, shooting him a shit-eating grin.

joel speaks your name, and your eyes meet his. “go inside while i talk to adele, she’ll be back to help you in a minute.”

as you step inside the room, you’re met with an abundance of dancers. some are singing, doing their hair and make up, zipping up their heels, and others are lay on sat around eating some snacks.

“hi guys!” you wave at everyone, and they all squeal when they see you, immediately asking questions.

you answer them as best as you can until adele comes in. “now, i gotta get her some heels and her uniform, and when i come back-” adele glances around the room, pointing at an east asian woman with pin straight black hair. “lucy, do her make up, just so she knows what the standard is. your hair is fine, baby, don’t need anyone touching that.”

lucy smiles and waves at you, and you return it as adele leads you into the changing rooms. “uniforms are simple. black shorts, black long sleeve, and…what size shoe are you, baby?”

you respond, and she goes over to a rack of black, leather heeled boots. they’re platformed, shiny, and you know your feet are going to hurt the second your shift is done. “and these. i’ll let you get changed and you just come straight out when you’re done. help yourself to some snacks as well.”

“i don’t have to pay you for them?”

adele chuckles. “no, baby. joel gives me the money to buy the snacks. anything for you girls, joel pays for.” and with that, she leaves the room.

you sigh, looking at the mirror in front of you. this was a new job, with a hot boss, and from what you could tell, the rest of the girls in there were lovely.

this was your life now.

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High for the Holiday {Dieter Bravo x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Drug use, smoking weed, sex while high, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, cock riding, anal fingering, unprotected sex.

Comments: We just wanted to fuck Dieter high. That's it.

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“We haaaaaaave to smoke.” Dieter’s voice takes on that whiny quality he uses to get his way. The plaintive actor literally pouting at you as if he was four years old and being denied a cookie rather than in his forties and being told that maybe smoking weed on Easter wasn’t a good idea. “It’s 4/20, we have to!” He practically stamps his foot in his crocs and makes you snort in amusement as he frowns at you.

“It’s also Easter.” You huff, not really caring either way, but it’s amusing to see him get wound up by the stoner’s holiday. “You like to go out when you smoke now and do you want to traumatize kids by stumbling into an Easter egg hunt and trying to fuck the Easter bunny?” Since being isolated for so long in that hotel filming Cliff Beasts, Dieter wants to be out when he’s high. Socializing. Sometimes that leads to awkward situations and you’d rather not outrage the religious communities in the area today of all days.

Dieter bites his lip, tilting his head as he imagines the scenario, “is the bunny hot?” He asks and you snort, slapping his upper arm which makes him whine in protest. “Fine. Fine. Let’s get high here. Fuck Christmas, fuck Easter, fuck all the holidays. The only one that matters is 4/20 and I am a very devout worshipper.” He says with seriousness, “so can we smoke?” He shifts to his knees, shuffling closer until his arms are wrapped around your legs, “please baby.” He murmurs, looking up at you with wide eyes.

He’s good at begging. You’ve seen the man on his knees several times since you started sleeping together, especially when he’s feeling a little subby. “Only if we order UberEats or DoorDash when you get the munchies.” You warn. “No popping out to the taco truck.” You don’t even want to imagine the push back if he does something numb. “You just got signed on with Marvel. Can’t jeopardize that.”

Dieter nods, unable to refuse you anything when you use that tone with him. He swallows harshly, unable to stop himself from pressing a kiss to your covered belly. Within seconds, he’s jumping back to his feet to find his stash so he can start to roll a joint from the top tier weed he had delivered a few days ago.

You sigh, shaking your head as you watch him rush off. He’s a handful most days, but he’s actually a sweetheart when you peel beneath the layers of sarcasm, narcissism and entitlement. “Here we fucking go.” You snort, wondering how bad this is going to turn out.

Dieter chuckles, licking the paper after he’s expertly rolls two joints. “Come here, baby.” He orders, “wait - put a record on.” He demands as you walk towards the living room.

“Okay.” You know Dieter loves to vibe. He is incredibly artistic and the music can set the mood for him in chaos. You smirk to yourself as you select a record that is more sensual than he normally listens to, a smooth blues album you enjoy. The music starts to play through the speakers that are perfectly blended into the walls and you walk over where he is lighting up the first joint, “are we doing gummies too?” You ask.

Dieter nods, “let’s see how hard this hits. Duncan said it’s a new strand he grew.” He reveals, inhaling deeply. He holds it in his lungs as he hands the joint to you, closing his eyes as the music relaxes him. “Fuck that’s good.” He says as he exhales.

“Smells good.” You admit as you bring the joint up to your lips. The first hit is always your favorite. The almost sweet taste tingles your taste buds and is better than any of the pure THC pens you normally bring when you travel. Dieter loves the real stuff, but sometimes you just can’t be bothered with dealing with it. “Wow.” You blow out the smoke slowly. “Better than the Indica he gave you last time.”

He nods in agreement, taking the blunt from between your fingers to have another puff. “Fuck. That’s good.” He sighs, smoke filling the air as he leans into the sofa. “You look so fucking sexy smoking weed.” He tells you like he’s stating the obvious.

You smirk and wink at him. “Good to know.” You tease and soon enough you’ve finished the joint and Dieter is complaining about being hungry. “We need to order food.” He complains, leaning against you and rubbing your thigh possessively. “Already done baby.” You coo, feeling nice and relaxed, enjoying his touch. You wave your phone around like a trophy. “Allllllll our favorite snackies are on the way.” You promise. “Including a sackful of cheeseburgers.”

He groans, leaning towards you to bury his face between your tits in your tank top. “Fuck now I’m horny and hungry.” He complains, “and you’re too fucking sexy.” He grumbles into your cleavage. “Lemme eat you out before the food comes.”

You moan softly, knowing that Dieter loves to eat you out while he’s high. Your fingers run through his hair and you press on the back of his head gently, encouraging him towards your nipple. “Yes, baby, eat my pussy.” You order. “Make me cum all over your face.”

He groans, loving hearing you say that shit, and he bites down on your nipple through your tank top. “That’s it.” You sigh and he smirks against your skin, gripping the neckline to tug it down so he can expose your flesh to his hungry mouth.

He’s like a hungry baby, latching onto your tit and sucking so hard it’s like he’s sure that there is milk for him. You moan, loving how that tugging pulls deep in your belly, turning you on and making your pussy wet with need. His hand cupping your other breast and squeezing as he flicks his tongue over the sensitive flesh.

He groans, the vibration is harsh against your skin until he switches to the other nipple, licking and sucking and biting until he’s tugging on the material. “Take that off.” He demands while pushing it up to expose your stomach. “So fucking beautiful.” He murmurs, hooking his fingers in your leggings as he surges forward to bury his face between your thighs so he can smell you.

You lift the tank top and pull it off, flinging it somewhere in the living room. Then it’s your hips that come up, letting Dieter drag down the material and he groans when he spreads your legs wide to see your pussy. “Eat it.” You hum, caressing his cheek before you guide his mouth to your clit.

He opens his mouth dramatically wide before he devours you. His mouth suctioning your pussy and your cry makes him groan. His tongue eagerly comes out to slide through your folds, circling your clit slowly enough to make you squirm. “That’s it.” You moan, rocking your hips up into his face but he grunts, swinging his arm over your belly to keep you still.

Even though he’s taking orders, it’s obvious that he wants to be in charge. Wanting you to be at his mercy or to just accept what he gives you. You groan and look down at him, the Oscar winner between your legs and eating your pussy like he’s starving. “Good boy.”

He groans at your praise, loving how you sound when his tongue flicks over your clit. He sucks it between his lips, happy when you moan his name loud and proud. He loves hearing your praise and he sucks hard, wanting you to fall apart for him like this. He slides his tongue lower to push into your dripping cunt, his thumb finding your clit.

Dieter is messy. He’s chaotic and drives you crazy half the time, but the man can eat a pussy. He has learned exactly what you love and his need for praise, that constant need for validation, works in your favor. Moans and praises fall from your lips as he nearly unhinges his jaw to push his tongue deeper into your soaked walls. “Oh goddamn.” You whimper, biting your lip when he finds just the right combination of pressure and pumping of his tongue. “Too bad you can’t just eat pussy when you're high.”

He pulls back for a moment to look up at you, “you know I fucking would if I could, baby.” He rushes out then dives back in. Sucking and licking and plunging his tongue over your dripping cunt and he loves it. It’s absolutely intoxicating and he groans when your fingers tug on his hair. “Oh fuck.” You moan, tilting your head back, and Dieter grabs your hips, tugging you even closer to his mouth.

One hand let’s go of your hip and he reaches down, squeezing his cock and rubbing it while he continues to devour you. “That’s it baby.” You moan, watching him with heavy, lust filled eyes. “Touch your cock.” He groans into your folds. “After I cum, do you want me to suck you off or ride that perfect, hard, thick cock?”

He groans, loving your words and he pulls back for a second to answer you. “I want you to ride me.” He decides with a nod and he dives back into you. His tongue pushing deep so his nose presses against your clit.

You love riding Dieter. The faces he makes and the pretty little moans drive you crazy. “Then we’ll smoke while I ride you.” You suggest, smirking when he pants at the idea. “Fuck baby, suck on my clit.

He sucks on your clit, humming around it as he closes his eyes. He loves how wrecked you look right now as he eats you out like a man starved. He wants you to cum for him. He wants to taste you, hear you as you fall apart on his tongue.

Your body is sensitive, like it always is when you get high. Moaning as he drives you close to the edge. “Dee, baby, I’m gonna cum.” You pant breathlessly, raking your fingers through his hair. “Fuck baby, holy shiiiiiiit.” You cry out when you come apart and your thighs squeeze his head tightly.

He fucking loves when you cum. The way your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging on the strands like a woman crazed by lust. He laps eagerly at your cum, groaning as he devours everything you offer him.

He doesn’t pull away until every tremor has rocketed through your body, slumping down onto the sofa as you whimper his name and push his tongue away from your oversensitive clit. “Get on the couch.” You order. “Take your fucking pants off.”

He groans, loving how you look when you are in the aftermath of your orgasm. “Yes ma’am.” He nods, shifting to stand up so he can shove his sweatpants down, dramatically kicking off his crocs while he tugs his shirt over his head. You shift and give him room to lay down on the sofa and he looks at you with hungry, eager eyes while his hand squeezes his cock. “Ready to ride.”

He looks so good, his eyes are blown wide, his face wet with your juices. Hand wrapped around his cock and pumping it lightly. “Fuck baby, I think you look so fucking good just like that.” You pick up a bag of the gummies he likes and pulls one out to bite it in half. “Open your mouth.”

He eagerly opens his mouth, accepting the gummy with a grin. He chews and swallows, squeezing his cock again. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He murmurs dreamily when you shift to straddle him. His hands immediately find your waist, sliding up to squeeze your tits.

“You’re just saying that because I’m about to fuck you.” You teased, leaning down and pressing your lips to his. With him still holding his cock, you line up and start to sink down on his thick length, moaning softly into the kiss.

His cock twitches as you take him deep inside you. His hand squeezes your ass but he lets you control this. “You’re so goddamn perfect.” He groans, the high still buzzing through him as he watches you with reddened eyes.

You giggle and clench down around him, loving how his mouth drops open and he moans. His legs shift under you and you know that his toes are curling behind you. “You want me to ride you hard or you want to smoke a little while I ride you?”

“Fuck. You’re a goddamn angel.” He murmurs in awe, “let’s smoke. No rush, right?” He asks and you nod, reaching for the other joint he rolled to light it up. You inhale deeply and hand the joint to him so he can take a hit.

Dieter inhales and you lean down to press your lips to his, blowing the smoke from your lungs into his to add to his own hit. Groaning when he blows it back into your mouth after a moment. Only to let the smoke escape when you slide your tongue into his mouth as you start to slowly roll your hips.

This is his literal wet dream. You riding him while smoking some of the best weed he’s ever had. He groans into your mouth, letting you use him, and he desperately needs you. “Fuck.” He pants, bringing the joint to his lips to have another drag and he lifts it to your lips. “You’re so fucking sexy. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” He confesses in a puff of smoke.

You hum as you take a drag off of the joint and smile as you tilt your head back and let it sit in your system for a moment before you exhale straight up into the air. Your walls clench around his cock and you moan when you feel him squeeze your tits. “You have a fantastic cock and amazing head game.” You tease.

He chuckles, thrusting up into you to make you cry out for a moment while he pinches your nipples. “I like to think it’s my in-depth knowledge of 1980s thriller movies.” He teases and you giggle, holding the joint between two fingers as you rock your hips to grind down onto his cock.

It’s sensual and erotic and everything you’ve ever wanted at this moment. You love how he looks up at you. He rocks his hips up, meeting your slow pace and you love how deep he feels inside you. Deep in your guts and pulsing every time he moves. “That’s it.” You agree.

No more words need to be spoken as you pass the joint back and forth until you lean over to place it in the ashtray. Smoke curling up from the coffee table while Dieter’s hands caress your body, touching every inch he can. You feel like silk and maybe it’s the high but he swears you almost are a dream and not real.

His smiles are dream-like, beaming wide as he looks up at you as if you are an angel. You slowly swivel your hips and then lean forward. Rocking back quickly and biting his jaw before you start to bounce on his cock faster, moaning his name as you kiss along his neck.

He groans your name, his hands sliding along your back, and he fucking loves it. The way you rock on top of him and he tilts his head, greedy for more of your kisses. His hands slide lower, squeezing your ass, and he slaps your cheeks.

“Dee!” You squeal and your walls clamp down around his cock when the sting of the slap registers. Giggling as you bite his jaw again. “Fuck, do that again, baby. Slap my ass.”

He loves when you beg him like that and he repeats the action, slapping your ass cheeks. You clench around him and he groans, sliding his fingers between your cheeks until he’s pressing a digit against your puckered hole.

“Ohhhh fuck.” Dieter wants to be nasty today. You close your eyes and rock back onto his touch, pressing a little harder against your asshole. “You want to stick it in?” You ask breathlessly. “Finger my ass and feel your cock through the thin wall?”

“Jesus Christ yes.” He groans, slowly working his finger into your ass. He loves it when you let him fuck your ass but right now he’s desperate to fuck your pussy. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He pants when he pushes his finger deeper until he can feel his cock pressing against the thin wall.

You love double penetration. Love feeling full and Dieter has no problem using his fingers or toys. Hell, he would even bring another person into the bedroom if you wanted, but you are greedy and you are not Anika. “You’re fucking perfect.” You pant, eyes rolling back when he starts to slowly pump his finger in and out.

He preens at the compliment, loving the way you react to his touch, and he loves how you grind down onto his cock and his finger. He twitches inside you, lost in the sensations and the high. He loves how he feels right now. The only thing that could make it better would be you cumming on his cock.

“Dee…” you collapse onto his chest, burying your face into his neck as you continue to rock back on his cock. He feels incredible. “Fuck, fuck, I want-“ you clench down around him and it makes his hips jerk up in response. “Yessss.” You whine. “Just like that.”

He grunts, repeating the action, and he hisses your name when you start to flutter around him again. “That’s it baby. Cum for me. Gotta cum for me.” He pleads, needing to feel it as he thrusts up into you while working his finger in and out of your ass.

You feel incredible. Your stressors and anxiety have faded and all you can do is feel the pleasure that he’s giving you. “I’m gonna.” You whimper. “Gonna cum all over your cock.” You moan again and rock your hips frantically a few times as the desperate need to cum take you over. “Fuck!” You cry out when he thrusts his hips up again and sends you over the edge.

Dieter groans at the way you squeeze his cock, soaking him thoroughly, and he hisses, rocking his hips to work you through it. He pulls his finger from your ass slowly and shifts until he is sitting up, grabbing your ass to pull you closer so he can kiss you.

His kiss is hot, slightly sloppy but you don’t care. It’s perfectly desperate, just like he is when he gets inside you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and you caress his tongue with yours, moaning so loudly that it seems to echo in your own ears.

He slowly kisses you, not in a rush to cum, and he slides his hands along your spine. “So fucking hot.” He murmurs, nudging his nose against yours. “Fuck, I love how I can last when I’m high.” He chuckles, kissing down your neck.

“You do last longer.” You giggle. “Remember when you came in two pumps?” You ask, making him huff in embarrassment. “I took it as a compliment.” You promise. He had claimed you had the tightest pussy he’s ever fucked.

Dieter buries his face in your neck, “in my defense I didn’t have sex for like 4 weeks because you didn’t come with me to the shoot and I didn’t have much time to jerk off.” He confesses, “but you are so fucking tight.” He groans, cock twitching inside you.

“That’s why it’s a compliment.” You murmur softly, stroking his back as you slowly bounce on his cock again. “But you also made sure I came after you recovered. Multiple times.”

“Damn right I did.” He smirks, grabbing your waist so he can shift you onto your back on the sofa. His weight on his knees as he starts to slowly fuck you. “You are the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you.

“So sentimental when you’re high.” You tease, smirking up at him and kissing him softly. Dieter can be such a softie sometimes and it’s sweet. One time he had cried when he was high.

He kisses you and thrusts hard, “can be sour sometimes.” He teases, pushing deep into you and he starts to fuck you a little harder. He wants to hear you scream for him. He grabs your thigh, lifting it higher to push it back into your stomach as he starts to thrust hard and faster into your dripping cunt.

You squeal, hands gripping his shoulders as he fucks your harder. Watching as he hovers over you, his eyes wide and fixed on you. “Cum Dee.” You moan, “want to feel it.”

He clenches his jaw, nostrils flared, and he watches you as he fucks you harder. Your tits bounce, eyes focused on him, and it doesn’t take long to send him over the edge. He practically growls when he cums, pushing deep to paint your walls. “Fuck.” He pants, twitching inside you, and he desperately needs you to cum for him one last time. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles, “cum for me baby.”

His cock is still throbbing inside you, but he’s working your clit, grinding his hips into you as you bite your lip. “Oh fuck, baby…..” you pant, feeling your body pull tight again as he throws you over the edge again. “Deeeeee!”

Dieter pants, loving how your nose scrunches up with your cum. Fuck, you’re so beautiful. He leans in to kiss you, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. “I fucking love you, baby.” He murmurs, starting to soften inside you, and he doesn’t pull out. He wants to remain inside you as long as possible.

“I love you too.” You promise, your phone dinging and your eyes light up. “Foood!” You gasp out happily, recognizing the sound the DoorDash app makes when your food has been delivered.

Dieter whines, wrapping his arms around you, “fuck the food. I wanna stay inside you.” You chuckle and run your fingers through his hair, “I got tacos from your favorite place.” He lifts his head and slowly pulls out of you, “I’ll get the plates.” He grabs his robe, wrapping it around himself as he walks to the door to get the food while you lay on the sofa, trying to not let his cum drip from you.

You giggle when he doesn’t a little happy wiggle of his hips when he sees the tacos. There’s also a bag from the drug store, full of candy that makes him light up. “Figured we would want to snack.” You him, watching as he skips back to you.

He sets the bags down on the coffee table, “snacks and a movie. Perfect fucking day.” He murmurs, “perfect holiday.” You giggle as you sit up after pulling on his t-shirt. “Easter?” You tease and he snorts, grabbing a bag of m&m’s. “No. 4/20 baby. Best holiday ever.” He declares, tossing some candy into his mouth and he winks at you. You know exactly what he needs and the Easter Bunny and Snoop Dogg could never deliver anything better than what he already has with you.

#pedro pascal #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo smut #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo imagine

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heavens-crown · 1 month ago

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And They Were Neighbors Pt. 5

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, angst, nosey coworkers, mention of injury

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“Did they say which hospital they were taking her to?” Robby asked. He was currently grabbing Delilah’s purse for her and making sure he had his own wallet and keys.

“They said it was Pittsburgh Trauma Center,” Delilah paused for just a moment. “You don’t have to come with me Robby, I know you’ve had a really long day.” Robby just stared at her for a moment before shaking his head.

“Baby i’m going with you, you’re in no state to drive. Plus this way we can still spend time together and I can meet your grandmother and make sure they do what they’re supposed to.” He said softly. He cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. Delilah gripped his shirt tightly and took a deep breath. She had tears in her eyes as she looked up at him.

“Thank you,” She murmured. He smiled again and pulled her into a hug trying to help her remain calm. Kissing the top of her head he pulled back and smirked a little.

“I do recommend putting on some actual pants though. Frankly those shorts should be outlawed.” She laughed and pulled away heading toward her bedroom. Feeling brave she left the door open as she quickly changed out of her shorts and into a pair of leggings. From the living room she could hear Robby groan slightly since he no doubt got a good look at her changing. Once she saw for herself that her grandmother was fine Delilah was going to jump this man, come hell or high water. Stuffing her feet into her favorite pair of crocs she headed back over to where Robby stood and held out her hand.

“Let's get this show on the road. Hopefully we can get back and get freaky before midnight.”

Walking into the emergency department thirty minutes later Delilah was surprised when Robby didn’t let go of her hand. He spoke to the nurse at the desk who gave him a knowing look and buzzed them back.

“She’s in South 13,” She said. Delilah thanked her and let Robby lead the way. She was so consumed with worry for her grandma she didn’t notice the double takes from the nurses. She also didn’t notice when one of the residents called out for him and he waved the guy off. Finally nearing South 13, she let out a breath when she saw her grandmother talking the nurses ear off as they gave her medicine.

“What did you do this time grandma?” Delilah asked as her and Robby entered the room. Grandma Rose turned her head and beamed when she saw who had come in.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite Granddaughter!” she exclaimed happily. Rolling her eyes Delilah let go of Robby’s hand to gently hug the older woman.

“I’m your only granddaughter,” she snarked back. Grandma Rose was one of her favorite people. With a no nonsense attitude she had run their family for decades. When her parents had died Rose took her in and helped her the best she could. She also kept the other family members in line, especially when they attempted to get information about her parents life insurance policy after their deaths. Her gray hair was styled immaculately in rings of curls held back from her face, Delilah could also see that she wore her normal minimal amount of makeup and could smell her signature perfume.

“Which makes you my favorite,” Rose replied with a chuckle. She eyed Robby as he stood in the doorway. “And who is this?” Robby stepped forward and offered her his hand.

“I’m Michael Robinavitch, but everyone calls me Robby ma’am.” He said with a smile. Rose studied him for a beat longer before a smile stretched across her face.

“Robby huh? Is this the neighbor you were telling me about?” She asked Delilah. A flush worked its way up her face as Delilah saw where she was going with this.

“This is, we were having dinner when the nursing home called me. What happened anyway?” Delilah expertly shifted the conversation back to her grandmother. She could hear Robby chuckle as he made his way next to her, placing a hand on her lower back.

“Oh I tripped over that damned carpet they have in those rooms and I just fell right on my ass. They already ordered X-rays to make sure nothings broken,” She rolled her eyes as if the whole thing was completely unnecessary. Shaking her head Delilah smiled at Rose.

“Grandma it’s better safe than sorry you know this, especially at your age.” Rose shot her granddaughter a glare that could melt ice.

“I still think it's unnecessary to take up these people’s time and energy,” Rose started but was cut off by McKay walking into the room.

“Hello Mrs.Montgomery I was just coming by to check in on you,” Mckay did a double take when she saw Robby standing next to Delilah. “Dr.Robby what are you doing here? I thought you left an hour ago.” Blinking Delilah turned her head up to look at him.

“You didn’t tell me you were a doctor.” She said softly. He smiled ruefully and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I'm an attending here.” He admitted softly. That explained a lot, Delilah thought. She went to speak but her grandmother cut her off.

“That makes me feel even better having you here dear,” Rose smiled at him and then turned her attention back to Dr.McKay. “Honestly Doctor, I don't need to be here, I'm sure there are far more sick people who need a bed than me.” McKay simply smiled and gave a soft shake of her head.

“I’m sure you are ok ma’am but we just want to make absolutely sure of that. From what EMS said you had quite the fall and everyone just wants to make sure you’re going to be ok.” She said it with such sincerity that it took the winds out of Rose’s sails. She had clearly planned to argue but had given up seeing that McKay wasn’t a pushover.

“Oh alright,” she said before turning to face Robby. “Would you be able to get me a bottle of water hun?” She asked sweetly. Delilah narrowed her eyes, recognizing the tone she had heard often growing up. Robby nodded and assured her it’d be no problem. He gave Delilah’s hand a squeeze before him and McKay walked out of the room together. Once they were gone she leveled Delilah with a look that usually meant ‘you’re going to tell me everything’.

“What tests have you ordered for Mrs.Montgomery?” Robby asked McKay as they walked toward one of the vending machines.

“We’ve ordered a head CT and Xray of her leg since there was some pain when she was admitted.” McKay rattled off before taking a look at Robby. She went to say something but was abruptly cut off.

“Good. If you can keep the traffic in the room low while we’re here I'd appreciate it.” He said. Getting two waters from the vending machine he saw McKay was still staring. “Spit it out McKay,” he sighed.

“It's just I didn't know you had a girlfriend.” She said, trying to gauge his reaction. He sighed again shaking his head.

“Not that it's your business but she’s not my girlfriend.” he said, already making his way back to the room. McKay kept pace with him, clearly not ready to let it go.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to imply anything, it’s just the way you were standing with her. Plus Toya said she saw you walk in holding hands with her-” McKay was starting to ramble and Robby felt his patience wearing thin. Stopping, he turned to look her in the eyes.

“You are fine, trust me I know how it looks. Now I am going to take these back to them. I suggest you see when radiology is going to come and collect Mrs. Montgomery.” With that he turned and resumed heading back to the room.

“He’s a friend Grandma,” Delilah said. She tried to not squirm when her grandmother continued to stare her down clearly not believing her.

“Oh yes he’s just a friend,” Rose said, nodding her head. “He’s just a friend who you walked in holding hands with, who also kept a hand on you the entire time he was here.”

“Grandma-” Delilah started before she was cut off.

“Is he the one who left that hickey on your neck?” Rose asked. Delilah felt her entire face burn when she realized she hadn’t covered it well enough.

“We may have been a tad occupied when the nursing home called.” Delilah begrudgingly admitted. Rose shook her head and let out a sigh. She reached over and took her hand gently.

“My girl you deserve to be happy,” Rose started. “If he makes you happy then I suggest you hold on to him with both hands.” Delilah squeezed her grandma’s hand as she gathered her thoughts.

“We just met yesterday. But it’s weird, it feels as if I've known him my whole life. I’ve never clicked with someone like that,” She admitted quietly. “And after what happened with Spencer…”

“You’re afraid to trust your own judgment. Baby that's normal, you got burned and you don’t want it to happen again,” Rose waited for her to look at her before continuing. “Don’t let one asshole stop you from finding happiness. Even if you two don’t develop anything deeper, would it hurt to try?”

Delilah knew deep down she was right. She shouldn’t let her past impact her decisions now, especially when it comes to relationships of any kind.

“Ok grandma, I’ll do my best to see where things go.” Delilah said softly. Rose smiled and patted her granddaughter's cheek.

“That’s my girl,” She said before turning her attention to the door. “Ah, Robby there you are! Thank you for getting me that water.” Rose said gratefully.

“It was no problem Mrs.Montgomery.” He said smiling. He handed her and Delilah the waters before retaking his spot next to Delilah.

“You can call me Rose dear,” she said while taking a drink of water. “Why don’t you two head home for the night? It’s already 8:30pm, you need your rest.” Delilah frowned instinctively not wanting to leave her grandmother alone.

“You sure Grandma? I can stay until they run your tests.” She offered. Rose smiled and patted her hand.

“Thank you dear but i’ll be ok. I’ve got my kindle and phone. If I get lonely i’ll give your uncle a call and have him come sit with me.” Her tone left no room for arguing. So with that Delilah and Robby left the room after saying goodbye. Walking toward the hospitals exit he kept his fingers laced with hers, waving hello to the people he recognized. Once in the car Delilah turned to face him.

“Thank you again for coming down here with me Robby,” she said softly. “I know this was probably the last place you wanted to be.” Robby maneuvered the car out of the parking garage and reached over to squeeze her thigh.

“How many times do I have to tell you it is no hardship for me to come down here with you,” he admonished softly. Delilah fidgeted with her hands, replaying what her grandma had said over in her mind.

“I’m afraid that you’ll probably have to tell me a few times for it to stick,” she chuckled. They sat in comfortable silence the rest of the drive to the apartment. Making their way upstairs Delilah felt her stomach twisting from nerves. She wanted to invite him back over but she also knew he had to be exhausted and would want to sleep. She kept up her internal battle until they were standing in front of her door.

She turned to face him and was unprepared for him to all of a sudden crowd her against the door, kissing her soundly. She let her eyes fall shut, wrapping her arms around his neck. When he broke the kiss to press his forehead to hers she whined a bit. With a soft chuckle he kissed her nose before pulling back completely.

“Lets get you inside baby,” he murmured. Her stomach flipped hearing him call her baby. Nodding she turned and opened the door with her key. Nervously she turned and stared at him as he shut the door behind him. Watching as he leaned his back against it she made a split second decision. Before her nerves won out, Delilah hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and tried to give him her most angelic smile.

“Would you like to blow my back out before spending the night with me?” she asked, smiling up at him. His eyes darkened and he reached out to grip her hips.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

#dr robby x reader #michael robinavitch #michael robinavitch x reader #dr robby #the pitt fanfiction

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dilfl0v3rss · 2 years ago

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Hear me out 😮‍💨 - ony and y/n get in a argument but ony in the wrong and he look for a way to apologize

omg yessssssss bc usually we be the ones in troubleeee. i like how you thinking boo. we gon use basketball player!ony for this one since a lot of people liked it. aight so boom...

the argument

cw: smuttttyyyy

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it was eleven o'clock when your boyfriend finally decided to come home. he had his duffle bag on his shoulder as he roughly kicked off his crocs at the door. you can tell he had an attitude, probably due to something that happened at practice, but so did you. it had been about a month since the the two of you have had so much as a movie night together because he's been so caught up in basketball and school. this was no where near your fault given that you've tried to spend time with him at every opportunity you had, but ony always had an excuse.

"can't mama, finna go to the weight room wit the guys." or "another time baby. coach had us running like a track team at practice." and other excuses like that caused you to stop even trying. and the worst part was, he didn't even notice. ony continued to come home late into the night because of basketball and leave early in the morning for class without batting an eye. tonight you've had enough. he promised to be home by eight since he only had practice from three to six, but lo and behold, this nigga didn't come home until eleven.

"do you know what time it is?" you stood up from your seat on the couch, placing each of your hands on your wide hips. you had to stop yourself from swinging on this nigga when you heard him mumble an "oh my fucking god" after sucking his teeth. "excuse me? you got sum to say nigga?" your were ready to scream. how could he have an attitude right now when he's the one completely in the wrong. he could've at least called to let you know he wouldn't be able to get home on time, but nooooo. he says nothing, and now he comes in the house acting like a child.

"ion got time f'this y/n. i been running around like a chicken wit its fucking head cut off all practice because niggas on the team don't know how to make simple jump shots." you scoff as you heard his excuse. "so first, you come home three hours late. don't call or text me to let me know that you were even coming late. and now, you come in here, don't even apologize, and have an attitude? that's cute. you sleeping on the couch."

your words must've set him off because ony immediately started raising his voice. "here you go wit that shit bro. the world don't revolve around you y/n." you started getting into his face. "i never said it did, but m'not finna sit here and act like ion deserve at least a little of your time. i'm your fucking girlfriend ony. don't you think it's a little odd that you be picking literally everything little fucking thing to do instead of spend time with me?" you can tell you struck a nerve when he folded his lips, looking straight ahead as if you weren't even there.

this was something ony did to keep his anger at bay since he was known to have a really bad temper. "chill wit allat cussing lil girl. m'not finna go back and forth wit you cause you being clingy." you was on ten at this point. you just told this man what he was doing wrong and all he registered from it was that you were cursing? "are you kidding me? you know what? you can have the bed. m'finna just go since m'so 'clingy'. when you ready to be a man and talk then you can call me." you went into your room and grabbed your PINK duffle bag before heading to your dresser to start packing.

ony watched as you stuffed clothes from each drawer into the bag, not even looking at what you were grabbing as tears blurred your vision. as soon as the words left his lips, he immediately regretted them. you had every right to want to spend some time with him given how much he's been neglecting you for other things. he let his stupid attitude get the best of him as soon as he walked into the door. he knew he should've apologized once he got home, but, being the prideful man he was, he decided to just make things worse by being a dickhead.

and now the woman that he loves is crying, trying to leave the house because he doesn't know how to control his emotions. before he knew it, you were at the door. holding your phone in your hand as you dialed your friends number for her to pick you up. ony listened to the phone ring twice before the girl known as eboni answered. "hello?" he wasted no time snatching the phone from you, hanging it up and putting it in his pocket. "the fuck you doing. gimme my pho-"

"you not leaving me y/n."

you looked up at him and were surprised to see water in his eyes. of course the tears never fell because ony never liked to cry in front of anyone, but the fact that they were getting to this point was surprising. you sigh calmly. "m'just gonna stay at eboni's for a couple days until you get your head right." you felt his strong arms wrap around you, holding you tightly as he spoke. "my head is right y/n. i was being selfish and stupid and prideful. i shoulda called or at least said 'sorry' when i got home, but i didn't. i called you clingy and invalidated your feelings. m'sorry furreal baby please just-....just don't leave me."

ony felt you shuffling so you can wrap your arms around him as well. the two of you staying like that for a while before you broke the silence. "i'd never leave you baby, just want you to be a little better wit your time management." he squeezed you tighter. "i will mama. i will" as the two of you loosened your grips on each other, ony lightly gripped your face in his hand before giving you a bunch of soft kisses on your lips, forehead, and cheeks. you were a giggling mess before you lightly pushed him away, making a fake serious face. "you still need to make it up t'me. what you said was mean."

a smirk crept on your boyfriends face as he led you to your bedroom. "ill make it up t'you right now baby." ony lied you down on the bed, removing his clothes until he was only left in his boxers. "take allat off mama i got sum else for you to wear." you gave him a confused look before eventually just shrugging your shoulders and removing all of your clothes. you lied naked on the bed as you watched ony pull his jersey out of his bag, bringing it to you. "put this on." was all he said before you gave him another questionable look.

"cmon pretty i wanna make love t'you wit it on." you had no idea what he was getting at, but you put in on anyways. ony was way bigger than you so the jersey was almost like a dress on you, stopping right below your ass before he lifted it up over you stomach and lied you back down. his body between your legs as he looked up at you. "ready?" his breath instantly touched your pussy, making you jump. before you could even reply, ony got to eating. he licked and sucked your clit like a starved man. long middle finger prodding at your entrance before he slowly pushed it all the way in .

your back arched off the bed as he kept sucking on your clit, middle finger reaching deep inside of you while you moaned his name like a prayer. "f-fuck onyyy" he moved his eyes towards your face, taking in your beauty before removing his mouth from your heat. "look at me baby. wanna see those pretty eyes." you slowly opened your eyes, pretty black lashes fluttering as you tried your best to focus on on him. a small smile crept onto ony's face as he added another finger into you, middle and index fingers digging you out as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull.

there's no way you could keep them open when he's making you feel this good. maybe you should get mad at him more often. your back was still arched off the bed before you felt your lover place his large hand on your stomach, pushing it down as he started fingering you faster. you felt your orgasm approaching as ony held his fast pace, licking and sucking on your clit to bring you to the edge faster. "ahghh...ohh my goddd...oouuhhh shit." you were losing it, hips fighting ony's hand as they twisted and turned all over the place. "i know mama. i know....jus let it out for me." the coil in your stomach snapped, liquid ecstasy flowing out of you and all over your mans face.

you shook in overstimulation as he kept eating without batting and eye. ony's fingers still held their fast pace as your hands flew to his head, trying to push him off and move back from him before you made an ever bigger mess. he bound both of your wrists in his hand before laying it back down onto your stomach. "stop runnin’ mama. m'not done." you were moaning so loud you had to make a silent prayer that the two of you don't wake up with a noise complaint notice on your door in the morning. "f-fuckk daddy ima make a mess pleaseee." you whined, but ony ignore you.

it actually felt like he started getting rougher. licking and sucking your clit harder while his fingers were now pounding into you. before you knew it, you were cumming again, making the mess you were trying to warn him about. you squirted everywhere from his face to his chest, some of it even running down his body and wetting up the waistband of his black briefs. ony sat back on his knees he looked down as your disheveled state. "look so pretty." he mumbled before pulling his underwear down right until his dick sprang free.

his hard length slapped onto his stomach before bouncing up and down due to gravity. doe eyes followed its movements. ony chuckled as he watched you become entranced by his dick. "y'ready mama? if its too much jus scratch my back cause m'not stopping until this this whole bed is wet." you nodded your head he lined himself up with your entrance, sucking his teeth at your lack of vocalization. "cmon baby talk t'me. you ready for daddy to make love t'you?" you look up to see his brown orbs already staring down at you. lips curved into a soft smile as he awaited your reply.

"yes. i want you t'make love to me" ony’s smile widened before he pushed himself into you slowly. eyes never leaving yours, reading your expressions to know when to stop to let you adjust. you were grateful for this because he was nowhere near small, and his girth alone would had you ready to cry at times. soon enough, the space between the two of you was completely gone. dick fully sheathed inside your pussy as ony waited for you to give him the okay to move. the two of you never broke eye contact through all of this and once you gave him a small "okay" he wasted no time.

slowly stroking you as he stared into your eyes. it was like the two of you were taking a look into each other souls. he began picking up his pace, pounding into you the way he knew you loved which caused you to tear up from the pleasure. "how it feel baby?" your back arched into him. the two of you stomach to stomach as ony intertwined both of his hands with yours. you couldn't even speak, using jumbled moans to reply. "aahghh...mmmughh." your eyes were at the back of your skull as you felt the tip his dick begin to kiss your cervix, making your legs open wider as you freed your hands from his and raked them down his back.

ony continued his onslaught on your pussy. letting you scratch up and down his back as he lied his hands flat next to both sides of your head, pounding into you harder. "mhmm sing f'me baby." you screamed as you felt your orgasm come out of nowhere. squirting once again on his dick, but he didn't stop. he fucked you through it, letting your essence splash all over your lower halves as he continued to look down at you. you were absolutely stunning. tears running down your cheeks as you looked up at him. bottom lip being tugged on by your teeth as your body jerked from his hard thrusts. "made my pretty girl cry. you should never be cryin'. daddy can't give you those babies if i be making you cry like that." he groaned before pressing his hand on the big number three on his jersey. he was so deep in you he felt the bulge he was making in your stomach under his hand.

your tears reminded ony of how you were earlier. angry and ready to leave him after he hurt you with his cruel words. he vowed to never do nothing that dumb again. "you only supposed to be crying from pleasure, never pain. m'sorry mama. s-so sorry." you began to spasm around your boyfriends dick, fourth orgasm of the night ready to come out. ony felt this and sped up, feeling close to the edge as well. "you forgive me baby?" his eyes never left your face as you whined out your reply. "i-i f-forgive you daddy. i f-forgive you." you smiled up at him, shakily putting your hand on his cheek. you caressed his dark brown skin as you felt your orgasm approaching. "i wanna cum together papa."

ony kissed into your palm before leaning down and softly kissing your lips. "cum mama. m'right there wit you." the both of your threw your heads back in unison as he gave you three hard strokes before stilling inside of you. cream leaking onto his base as you felt his hot load fill your pussy. you stayed like that for awhile, kissing each other while you caught your breath. ony saw your eyes flutter as you fought off your sleep. removing his jersey from your body before carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. he sat you on the toilet the turned on the shower. "need you to pee before i can let you get in." after you peed then the two of you showered together, ridding each others of the evidence of your earlier activities.

as you got dressed, ony changed the sheets and remade the bed so you wouldn't have to lift a finger. he then carried you to the bed, knowing your legs were probably still a little week before laying you on top of him. "mama?" he grumbled, you can tell he was getting tired as well. "hmm?" "im real sorry okay? never ever meant to hurt you." you lightly chuckled while tracing different shapes on his chest. "i know baby. and i know basketball and stuff could be time consuming and you just wanna do your own thing sometimes, but i just wish you'd give me just a little of your time y'know". ony rubbed on your lower back as he hummed in agreement. "ima do better. tomorrow i got early morning practice so im all yours after class. how that sound." you looked up at your boyfriend. he's doing better already. "sounds great."

#aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot x black reader #aot #aot smut #onyankopon x black!reader #onyankopon

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the-bofurin-digest · 11 months ago

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Jo Togame Casual Headcanons

Casual Headcanons

~ His legs are hairy in the sexiest way possible. ~ another one I like to toss into the "raised by his grandparents" basket. Probably had a terrible relationship with his father, who was ultra hard on him growing up. timid mother. ~ jeans are a sensory no no for him. they are tight, constricting, and too heavy on his body ~ attracts stray cats like the old lady in your neighborhood who feeds them. But he does it on accident. Doesn't know how he has become the local cat dad. ~ master at sudoku ~ would also probably own a few pair of Crocs for "fancy nights" ~ collects little keychain of cute characters he's won at festivals, which he's a master at doing naturally. ~isn't a big movie guy, but likes old 1950s America westerns (reminds him of his grandpa) ~He loves early spring, especially when the flowers bloom and the birds are chirping around town. ~ Loves the smell of Eucalyptus, cherry wood, and peppermint. ~ afraid of mice. I like to think he squeals like a little girl and jumps on a chair while Choji saves him by capturing the little friend and taking it outside.

Dating Headcanons

~oh sweet baby boy picks you up while he's working a booth at a festival, no doubt about it. He promises you a free snack or something every hour if you come by. And at the end of the night gives you his number. He is completely smitten and playing it cool on the outside, but on the inside he is screaming like a little girl in excitement when he gets that first text from you. -likes to keep the relationship between his partner and Shishitoren separate for awhile. He's tending to your relationship like a kindling flame and when that line gets crossed where the two worlds collide (you and his group) that flame is either going to turn into a burning love, or fizzle out into smoke and he's just not ready to face that just yet. ~ love language when receiving: physical touch. Please, run your fingers through his hair, pinch his nose when you tease him, hug him from behind when you spot him waiting for you in a crowd, hold his hand when walking, ANYTHING. He's touch starved and needs the seratonin. ~ Love language when giving: quality time. He enjoys doing anything and everything with you. Will always be there to walk you home after class or work with an extra ramune in hand for you, ready to hear about your day as you ramble on in an animated manner. He could spend every moment with you and it wouldn't be enough. ~ you aren't allowed to push the shopping cart or carry the basket when grocery shopping. That is his job thank you very much. He will also kindly remind you multiple times that he will get the heavy/ high things off the shelf. You shouldn't even be lifting a finger. Actually you know what just sit in the cart. ~ Starts using your soap or body wash sporadically. Will also leave a slightly worn but clean sweater out for you to wear because it smells like him and he knows you like that. ~ A favorite date night of his is just a quiet evening at home with some music in the background while the two of you just cook and talk about your day. He loves just doing simple domestic things with you, and standing over the stove together while you laugh and tell him the latest silly gossip is when he is happiest. ~ knows some of the best places in town to watch fireworks where no one else goes. He pulls you close, and watches you while you watch the bursts of colors in the sky.

#jo togame #Togame jo #Jo Togame x reader #togame jo x reader #shishitoren #wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker satoru nii #headcanons

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1nsan1tysan1ty · 27 days ago

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Do you guys know that thing where when you try and play a sport against someone who has never played—

For example, you’ve been playing soccer for two years while your friend barely knows how to kick a ball

—and you just…can’t beat them??

(Example videos: one, two, three)

Now take that and throw that onto the Robins who’ve just started being Robin

They’ll pull the craziest shit ever because they still haven’t learnt that that one move they’re doing right now leaves them open in three different ways but it works. It’s works because A) those are children and why would you willingly attack a child near Batman and B) why would you expect anyone to pull a move that dumb?? Oh and an extra C) it works cause of beginners luck

BUT LISTEN

As they train, because they now know how open they’re left, all that beginners luck goes away. If they tried those same moves, they’d be off duty for three broken bones and fractured ribs

In sports terms, the more you learn the harder it is to not get tricked because you know the tricks

I how I’m explaining this well LMAOO

The previous Robins talking would probably go something like this:

Dick: “Yeah, I one time poked Killer Croc in the eyes cause I thought he’d be blinded the same way sharks are. It worked. A year later when I tried to same thing I ended up with a broken arm and bruised ribs.”

Jason: “You’re the stupidest fucking idiot ever.”

Dick: “Okay you can’t be talking Mr. “I-fed-penguins-army-of-birds-sunflower-seeds! You tried the same thing literally half a year later and you were pecked and swarmed!”

Jason: “Okay fuck you that was a great idea—“

Damian: “Most of penguins birds do not eat sunflower seeds. That was an idiotic move, Todd.”

Steph: “At least you guys weren’t throwing your grapple gun before jumping off roofs. I did that for a solid two months before B taught me how to really do it. Next time I tried my party trick I went home lacking dignity.”

Collective silence.

Jason: “We all agree that’s the stupidest one right?”

Duke: “How are you even alive?? You were jumping off roofs from fifty feet in the air?”

Steph: “I honestly have no idea. I’m pretty sure I was magical but suddenly knowing how the magic worked made me unmagical.”

Damian: “That’s not even a word, tt.”

Dick: “Oh wait! What about you Duke? You were a Robin for a bit.”

Duke: “Oh I don’t think it’s anything crazy. I did take on Clayface and shoved him into water by blinding him and then temporarily blinded the Joker.”

Jason: “See, this is just badass.“

Duke: “I also tried to make myself invisible on a stealth mission at a warehouse but accidentally shone way too brightly. My cover was nearly blown but thankfully a pigeon crashed into the big light which caused it to spark again and my cover wasn’t blown.”

All: “…”

Jason: “I take back what I said.”

#batfam #batman #batman fandom #fandom #incorrect quotes #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson #stephanie brown #damian wayne #duke thomas #dc robin

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whocaresstillthelouvre · 7 months ago

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Close Encounters Of The Corn Kind

Rating: Teen, for marijuana use where it's legal. Mature, for marijuana use where it's illegal. Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Female Reader Summary: Exploring a corn maze high out of your mind after eating an edible all by yourself, beautiful? Or... you and Dieter are high and end up separated in a corn maze. He must do whatever he can do to save his princess. Warnings: Dieter's POV, stoned paranoia, Dieter calls reader princess, panic but in a corny way, corn, corn, and more corn. Words: 1,400

A/N: Written for @goodwithcheese and @jolapeno's Fall Challange. I know Javier Pena x bonfire won my poll and I promise that will be posted but woooo boy, once I started writing this I couldn't stop. I happen to find it quite a-maze-ing!

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Corn, corn, corn. So much corn. It’s everywhere. The stalks move in the evening breeze, secrets whispering out with each sway taunting him as he ventures deeper into the maze. It surrounds him. He jumps overwhelmed by fear with every brush of a dry leaf against his skin. He looks down at his arm, he’s safe, he hasn’t turned to corn yet. You’re still out there somewhere lost in the labyrinth of grain, he must rescue you.

A couple wrong turns here and there and now he’s lost. Who knows how far away you are. A sea of corn now stretches between you. What if you’re both stuck here forever, wandering through the maize maze for eternity?

He shakes the thought from his head. No! He can’t think like that. He must continue. His princess needs him.

A rustling sound comes from behind him. He whirls around, sliding on the muddy ground. His Croc slips, betraying him, but he catches his balance, nice try maze phantom. The mud, it’s another obstacle. He cannot fall, he has a mission, he has to save his princess.

Take a left? No, take a right. Left? Left as in left behind? He better go right. Right? Well, right might mean he’s asking for approval.

He wishes he had a map. He wonders if that children's menu from Olive Garden he filled out last week might just hold the answer for this. He was able to connect the spaghetti to the meatball on his first attempt. Wait, is he the meatball?

He doesn’t know what shape the maze is. What if it’s all an elaborate trap sent down from the aliens? Everyone knows that aliens love corn fields. Is he currently roaming a crop circle? He could very well be headed for the big red X where they’ll beam him up. Have they already captured you?

“PRINCESS?!” he shouts, turning down another corn concourse. Corncourse, that’s a funny word, maybe he can talk to someone at Merriam-Webster about adding it to the dictionary. That is–if he escapes out of here. “PRINCESS?!”

No answer, only a murder of cawing crows laughing at his misfortune as the plume of them takes flight. They’re mocking him, laughing at his pathetic desperation. Maybe if he wishes hard enough he can sprout wings, lift off, swoop down and rescue you, then fly out of this place. Crazier things have happened… after all, he did win an Oscar.

“Dieter?” your voice harkens him back to reality. He can just barely see the brown fuzz of his coat on you. Why didn’t he give you an orange security vest? Ah, but then you’d stick out amongst the corn and that’d make you more of a target for them.

“Princess?! Is that you?”

“Yeah…” you reply, your voice muffled by the wall of corn between.

“Baby! Are you okay?” He asks, his spine straightening, his heart skipping a beat.

“I’m like… really high,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear behind the corn barrier.

“I am too, but don’t fret Princess,” his voice drops with a heroic tone. “I will find you, all this corn be damned.”

“Can’t you just… come through the row?” you ask, confusion tinging your voice.

He eyes the tan and green blades of stalks reaching out towards him like they’re ready to infect him, he refuses to become a corn person.

“I’m sorry my love, that’s what they’d expect me to do, we must not cheat. Cheating would cause us to lose the maze, and we don’t want to lose the maze.”

“Okay… so what do we–”

CLANG! A loud noise reverberates from outside the maze. A sober mind would realize it’s just the ramp for the hayride trailer hitting the ground, but to Dieter it’s a warning shot.

“RUN!” he shouts, speeding away, stalks burring past him as he entangles himself farther into the mass mosaic of maize.

He’s left you, he knows this, but now it’s even more important for him to track you down.

He turns a corner and freezes. A friendly face appears, wearing a wide smile and a straw hat.

“Hey! Sir! Hi, I–I can’t find my princess,” Dieter huffs, catching his breath. “Do you know where she is?” He holds his phone up, showing the kind looking stranger your photo that's set as his wallpaper. “She’s wearing my brown fuzzy jacket, I got it in Sundance.”

The man doesn’t answer. He doesn’t even look at Dieter’s phone.

“Sundance, you know, the place in Utah? You ever been?”

Still no answer.

“Dude, look,” Dieter pushes the phone closer to the man’s face. “Can you tell me if you’ve seen my princess?”

The man ignores every word he says, his eyes stay staring forward.

“Well, fine, fuck me I guess,” he mutters, backing away. “I’ll just leave you alone then, obviously you don’t want to help.”

He retreats from the straw hat man, shaking his head at how rude people can be.

He continues down another path.

Right turn. Blocked.

Left turn. Blocked again.

He must retrace his steps and attempt another thoroughfare. Crossing paths with the straw hat man again.

“Ahh! We meet again,” Dieter says, shaking his head.

Silence still.

“You know buddy!” He steps closer. “You’re really rude!” He jabs his finger into the man’s soft–very soft–chest, straw pokes out from under the man’s collar.

“Oh, shit, sorry dude. DIdn’t realize you weren’t real,” Dieter says, sheepishly, grabbing his straw filled hand to shake an apology before heading down another path.

He feels like he’s getting somewhere, this corn doesn’t look familiar.

He can hear the crowd of the fall carnival get louder as he takes a left instead of right. He hasn’t been taken yet, he’s close! So close to freedom! Feet don’t fail him now, he can see The EXIT sign in all of its rusted and hand painted glory. And yet, a defeated whimper leaves his mouth, the corn barrier stands tall and intimidating, still holding him captive. If he can leave, he can find you help. Call in the reinforcements, find his princess.

“Okay Dieter, okay, you gotta get outta here,” he says aloud to himself, pacing back and forth, yanking his hair, causing it to stand even more haphazardly. “Think Dieter! Think! Think!” he shouts.

“Dieter?”

Your voice on the other side of the corn! You’ve made it out!

“Baby?! Y-you’re out?!” he asks in shock. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine Dee, just really hun–”

Another CLANG echoes, he HAS to get out of here. He can’t leave you behind, not when he has the car keys. He hesitates for a moment, before charging through the corn stalks, if he becomes a corn person, then so be it. He HAS to be with you. He’s sure the poison isn’t instant.

He breaks through the corn wall and tumbles to the ground, snapped stalks litter the ground around him, causing quite a scene. He looks up, breathing a sigh of relief when his eyes meet yours.

There you are standing right outside of the maze exit happily eating an apple cider donut.

“Hi,” you smile, through a mouthful of crumbs.

“My princess,” he sighs, a wide, adoring grin spreading across his face. He pushes himself up, wincing slightly. He wishes he had a cape. He bets he’d look real cool right now with a cape billowing behind him as he stands amongst the conquered leaves and bits of broken stalks scattered around him.

“Welcome back, brave traveler,” you smile, offering him the donut.

“I made it,” he breathes, taking a bite of the sweet, cinnamon bread.

“Sir,” a stern voice catches Dieter’s attention. He turns to find a security guard eying him, face set in a firm, annoyed expression. “Looks like someone decided to make their own exit, huh?”

Dieter straightens his posture. “I’m sorry sir–there was a very urgent situation.”

The guard raises an eyebrow. “Urgent?”

“She was trapped,” Dieter says, gesturing towards you, his tone heroic again. “I had to save her!”

A laugh bursts from your mouth. “He got lost,” you explain, shaking your head.

“Lost or not, you two need to leave,” the guard instructs, stepping aside.

“Right then,” Dieter nods. “Come, my princess, this maze has been conquered,” he bows.

You roll your eyes and giggle, grabbing his hand as the two of you walk towards the exit.

Dieter’s back where he belongs–with his princess and an inkling of pride, even if the guard trails closely behind.

#dieter bravo #pedro pascal #dieter bravo fic #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x female reader #dieter the bubble #dieter x reader

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