#just that the man has earned his place as a sexy man and I hate to see ppl diminish that bc he's not thought of primarily sexy now

[otherpeoplesheartachept1]

People are talking abt how Cecil won even tho he's not ""technically"" sexy, abt how he won bc he's beloved by Tumblr, a symbol of hope and acceptance and being unapologetically weird for all of us when we were younger. Which is lovely. And I do think that's accurate to how Cecil is thought of in current day tumblrina minds. But, do you guys not remember that back in the day he absolutely fit the stereotype of a tumblr sexyman?? Are we forgetting how much fanart there was of him as a skinny white bleach-blonde twink??? Are we forgetting twink Cecil in a suit vest and purple tie? Are we forgetting twink Cecil's eye and tentacle tattoos? Are we forgetting people drew (and wrote fanfic of) him with actual TENTACLES. Guys, Cecil is our cool gay dad/uncle, but he's also a sexy tumblr twink, pls don't ever forget that.

[anadiasmount]

promise - trent alexander arnold x reader.

quick sum: based on these two requests! best friends should always remain best friends. what happens when one has enough of the back and forth and begins to move on?

wc: 3k | masterlist | trent's masterlist

psa 🗣️: hi !! second trent fic as highly requested!! feel very proud of this one so i hope you enjoy!! did use promise by romeo santos ft usher bc i felt like it fit the plot 🤭🤍

trent watched from across the room, sipping on his whiskey observing the way you laugh and smiled at the stranger he didn’t know. he cleared his throat and scratched the his nose in annoyance as he watched you share a kiss, resting your forehead on his.

he felt a pan of jealousy override him, the feeling in his chest felt harsh and fire like seeing you with another man. everyone had their eyes on you, including the girl who sat in front of trent. you worse a sexy red dress, calling attention even from him.

how was it even possible for the two of you to be at the same place, at the same time? was it fate?

"you seem distracted. are you okay?" asked the woman in front of trent, he looked over at her giving her a fake smile, and nodded. "i'm okay, are you enjoying the food?" he asked cautiously, not wanting to make things more awkward than they already were.

he listened to what she said but his eyes kept going back to you and him. trent hated him, even without knowing him, he was angry because he got to do all the stuff that trent wished to do. he hid the bubble of frustration and anger, drowning the urge to go over and question you.

he knew it was partially his fault for letting you go, and that disappointed him even more. he pushed you away, lacked communication, and had commitment issues, when he promised so much. you deserved better and that was trent's only thought about when you were together.

you needed a man who'd be with you always and gave you love and support. trent was the opposite, always away for games, training, shoots, and interviews, he felt like he barely saw you towards the end of the day. trent felt like the relationship was one-sided to him, and he felt it was about him when with you.

even though there was no label, the feelings were clear. he loved you, and you loved him. he knew he loved you the first time he laid eyes on you, watching how you nervously struggled to say words but overall how dedicated, strong, and loving you were. you were a speaker and listener, which he admired.

you worked with kids a lot, earning your degree in education and speech development for kids. you were more than ready to settle down, but the hesitance within trent made him fear if he was truly "ready for more".

trent remembers the good and hard days, when you cuddled into his embrace and stroked his skin softly, pressing kisses all over his face, making dinner and cookies, watching re-runs of gossip girl, when trent felt most safe when he held you as you slept or said nothing and just stared into each other's eyes.

the bad days especially after a tough match, or he just didn't know how to handle things. where he didn't even spare a glance or word at you, leaving you hurt and confused. ignoring your calls or messages. shrugging your touches and words of comfort. not only did it sting you but also him.

trent quickly paid for dinner, grabbed the girls hand, and approached your table, where you sat with your legs crossed and sipped on your wine. you took a double take when you saw the familiar body approach you, feeling your skin heat up with nerves as you saw his dismounted look. 

you sat up straighter, giving fabian a nervous smile before speaking up. "trent, hi," you say very monotonely, glancing at the girl who matched almost similar to trent with a grey dress. "what are you doing, y/n?" he taunted, ticking his head to the side referring to fabian. you shook your head pleading to not start a scene. 

"fabian meet trent," you introduced stuttering standing up and him following your movements. the girl gave you a nasty look, wrapping her hand around trent's bicep in a protective manner, making your heart twinge with pain. "he's my-" you start.

"boyfriend. i'm her boyfriend." fabian cuts you off, coping trent's facial features in amusement, maybe even bewilderment. 

"uh..." you swift your head quickly, stunned and surprised by his words. you weren't anyone's girlfriend, so it confused you why he'd say that to trent. trent's brows perked up offering an enraged smile and licked his lips. "boyfriend huh? how come i didn't know this y/n?" trent asked, releasing his arm from her and crossing them across his chest. 

"trent, please not right now..." you begged, wishing you could've ignored him and pretended to be strangers again. trent easily got jealous, and you noticed it right away when you saw the irritation behind his brown eyes, jaw clenched and muscles tense. "just asking a question, y/n," trent shrugged, pursing his lips upside down nonchalantly. 

"outside, now," you said dragging him out before trent could continue his games any longer, and muttering a quick 'excuse me' to fabian who sat down. you felt deceived and overall embarrassed at his actions. who was he to demand questions when he threw all of it away? get jealous and angry when he wasn't even yours? 

"what do you think you're doing?" 

"i don't get it. you say we're done, but here you are moved on y/n?" trent spits out. "is that why initiated us to end? because you felt the need to be away and search for other options?" he continued stepping closer to you. you scoffed and bursted out laughing. 

"oh please! you can't be serious when you gave me the reason all along! you acted like a lost puppy and treated me like i was nothing. i tried, gave you my all, tried to support and be there for you and when i begged you for an ounce of attention you pulled away trent! im done with you, and us," you state feeling the knot in your throat build up as you spoke. 

you try to walk away but he wraps his hand around your elbow pulling you to him. "i'm not done." you try to push him away but he refuses, bringing his hand to the back of your head and hugging your waist, your struggles coming to an end when you smell the familiar cologne and sense of home in his embrace. “i’m done with playing games y/n… i swear this time.” 

“this time? or until you realize you're still afraid of commitment? i need a man trent, not a boy who will leave me when he pleases or gets scared. you proved to me who you were, and i don't want to tangle myself into that mess again…” you whisper, tears running down your cheeks as trent places small kisses on your head and below your ear. 

the words let out your mouth hurt trent, feeling his insides turn and anger disappear. all he wanted to do know was never let you go, beg onto his knees if that was what it took to plead and get you back. he’d do anything. 

your body felt tense and cold, wanting to be miles away from him, because you knew with trent you faced the reality of always wanting to come back. it wasn’t healthy, you gave him your all for him to push you away. “let go t…” 

“i can’t not now, or ever. please i’ll do anything…” 

“it’s too late, i need to move on from you or else i’m just bound to end up in the same cycle of getting hurt everytime i’m with you. It’s not fair… also what are you proving to me right now, hmm? that girl inside? who else is gonna come between us now? i can’t trust myself around you…” you let out, gripping his biceps and feeling the cool air between the space of both you as you pulled back. 

you sniffled and wiped your tears away, hands smoothing the dress and tucking you hair into place as the wind had blew. trent itched to pull you closer but he saw the mess he created in front of him. why every time he pulled back was because of this, afraid of hurting you. you were right, maybe it was too late. “i’m sorry trent, but i deserve to be happy after i moved heaven and hell with you…” 

“i want to be selfish y/n… it's taking everything inside me to drag you away and prove to you i have changed… that i won't walk away from you or us… i’ll say it now and repeat as long as it will take for you to be with me. i love you… i love so fucking much y/n,” he felt relief after holding in the words that tortured him every day since he left you. 

he loved you endlessly. the way your eyes shimmered when you laughed or smiled. held his hand and drew shapes to get rid of the nerves. he loved the charisma and energy you carried to be a new and stronger person everyday. he loved you because at the end of the day, you were his best friend and understood him like no one else did.

you scoffed out a laugh in disbelief, yet felt the hope and rushed feelings return when you locked eyes with him. “love? you don’t what that is. the love you claim to have left when i walked away,” you say with no remore, walking back into the restuarant before trent stops you again.

"y/n please. i'm being serious, just hear me out."

"so am i trent. when i say i'm done, i'm done. this isn't going to help, if you say you're a changed man then prove that to me. but right now you're the same trent i met and left me alone constantly," you felt your heart dragged out and painted along the sidewalk.

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you bit your lip in worry and desperation as you saw another bouquet of flowers and a small card on your desk, knowing exactly who they belonged to. you sighed and opened the card, reading it word for word before tucking into your desk drawer along with the others.

"red tulips symbolizes love and lust. i love you forever y/n." - trent

he'd sent a boquest of flowers each friday, everytime expalining their meaning and cofessing his love for you over and over again. not only that but he'd send small gifts to your flat, going from food, books, jewelry, or small frames that spoke to you. you had filled your rooms with all of them, not wanting to throw them away.

you shouldn't have kept the gifts, discarding them the chance you received them. but something inside always felt an attachment to him. unable to look away or smile when you saw a small box filled with goodies. it wasn't right especially when fabian was still in the picture.

"another bouquet?" asks your coworker, looking at them from your doorway. "erm yeah," you stutter, "seems like he wants to prove a point y/n... cause it's not only flowers he's sending also small gifts," she points out. "real question is, who are you going to pick at the end of the day..."

"i don't know," you say sitting on the chair leaning back and feeling frustration building in your head. you take a sip of water, trying to ooze the nerves and listen to your coworker. "go with the one that at the end of the day will cherish and honor you forever. the one who'd do anything and everything to be aside with you. because that's a good man."

you thought about what she said all day. her words taunting and making you shiver every time you thought of it. it followed you all the way home to your flat where you looked around and saw all of trent's gifts. you chuckle disgruntled, and remove your coat, getting ready for your date with fabian.

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"this isn't working for me y/n," fabian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and clearing his throat. "i'm getting the sense either you're not ready or you're still stuck on someone from the past... and i need to know because i can't wait any longer," fabian laid the truth on the table.

words struggled to come out of your mouth, feeling defeated and overall disappointed. but fabian was right about something, struggling to move on from trent. he was all you thought about since that night at the restaurant. his pained look with tearful eyes. the way he held you along his chest begging you.

"is there someone in the past you haven't moved on from?" he asked carefully, leaning forward to where you felt your heart pump out your chest. how could you answer that without hurting him? he deserved better and here you were ruining that for him, after all along he treated you like a queen.

"fabian," you croaked giving him a small smile. that alone said enough for him, shaking his head while he tried to get rid of the wave of sadness. "you changed after that night. i don't know what he said to change your mind but if that's how you want to live your life, go for it. i'm not stopping you."

"you don't understand-"

"i don't understand? please let's be civil now y/n. you told me all this shit about him and here you are doing the same to me? you told me i made you happy, that you liked where we were headed. suddenly you're back to your old self who couldn't get over him," fabian expressed angrily and obviously hurt.

your stomach turned, reaching your hand out just for him to pull away. it felt unbearable, the misery and pain of once again losing someone in your life. the bile in your veins filled with venom, how many more would it take till you finally had your happy ever after?

"i thought you were it for me, but now i want nothing to do with you."

fabian got up from the table leaving with stained tears and embarrassment, people looking over and seeing you. you felt like you deserved it, after all you were the reason he was leaving you. with shaky hands and a heavy heart filled with sorrow, you paid and left to the only place you could think of.

"i hate you," you yelled once trent revealed the door. "i hate you so much trent," you cried out gasping for air throwing your clutch onto his sofa and facing him. "when there's finally something good in my life you go and ruin it!"

"y/n breathe... i don't understand-"

"i can't stop thinking of you or what you've said. and for that reason, i lost a man who truly deserved my time and love. i can't have or think of anyone because you're always in my head trent. i just need sanity and peace," you point to your heart, vision blurry as you feel him hold your arms.

"i feel trapped trent, under these stupid feelings i have for you. all of your flowers and gifts, messages and voicemails you leave? it drives me insane," you said sniffling as sinking further into his embrace once again. "fabian is done with me, all because i turned out to be the person who hurt me the most..."

"i didn't deserve to go through all of that. the way you treated me or never communicated what you felt? wishing an longing for your love and affection when i most needed it. even after supporting you through your tough times, promising to be with you forever? i hate it all..."

you struggle out a painful laugh, "i mean look where i am now, back into the place where all this mess started..."

trent had to hide the excitement and contentment he felt upon hearing you and fabian were done. all that mattered now was you were finally here with him, after proving to you, he was in it for all. if proving every day how much he loved and missed you took to get you back, he'd do it forever.

"no you're back home where you belong," trent corrected you, grabbing your face and frowning at your state. you looked completely hopeless and rained with energy, eyes low, and puffy lips from crying. "you're back with me. i meant what i said y/n, i'm proving to you that i want to be here for you..."

"i wake up every day hoping you text me or leave me those silly note drawings. i love you so much it hurts to see you like this because of me. i was an asshole to you then but i promise y/n, i will give you my all if that's what it takes to get to spend the rest of my life with you."

"to hear about how the kids were in your classes and what they did. to eat those amazing cinnamon cookies, to hear your laugh, to see your eyes widen when they bore into mine when we cuddle in the same bed. to be able to wake up next to you..."

"it hurts me too y/n. to see you don't love or even acknowledge what i'll do for you..." trent clamors out, still holding your face as his thumb brushes away the new fresh of tear the slid down your cheek. "i love you so much, im afraid it's too late for us and tomorrow you'll be gone."

a moment of silence passes between the two of you, hearing your ragged breaths and sniffles as you both take in the situation and what was occurring. heart beating out of each other's chest, and pulse-raising a mile high.

"it's not late..." you say with no reluctance, despite what happened trent did prove himself how much loves you. fabian couldn't ever see or read that from you, having to either ignore the signs or ask. trent knew you better than anyone else, and he knew right there and then, that hope still laid on the table. "say it... i need to hear you say it."

"its not late because i love you too trent... i think i always have and always will... i couldn't stand the fact you were with someone who wasn't me. so much needs to be changed and heard trent. i refuse for you to say all this and then go back to square one," you clarify, a sense of warmth towering over you as he smiled down at you.

"just promise me one thing hmm? that you won't give up so easily or walk away like i did. we will talk it out and solve it because i can't go through another span where you're not next to me here," trent says, tracing your lips with his thumb. "i promise trent..." you swore desperately nodding at his words.

trent closes the space, lips molding with yours as he takes a breath finally being able to kiss you. he wastes no time and pushes his tongue through your lips able to taste your sweet fondness. hands holding you tight as you completely let yourself be unrestrained and into the way he kissed you.

"i promise you y/n, this isn't bullshit. what we have is special, and i'll make sure you see that..."

[notjustjavierpena]

Eat

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Pussy? Eaten. Stomach? Butterflies. Hotel? Trivago.  Think this takes place short after Gush.

Summary: You tell Joel that you cannot come from getting eaten out, but he isn’t convinced. 

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18 smut (mdni), dad’s best friend joel miller, daddy kink, soft soft soft and patient joel, nipple play, pussy eating, dirty talk, intense orgasm, pet names , bit of praise kink and body worship

Word count: 3k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49669783

Eat

Joel has you completely naked and pinned to his bed. It’s a Saturday afternoon, sun is pining in through the curtains and heating up the room that’s already warm from your bodies being entwined. You have yet to get out of bed despite needing a shower, perhaps some food for your growling stomach, and maybe a glass of ice water from how sweaty your body is when you are in the older man’s proximity. He makes your heart pound.

He hovers over you whilst on his knees between your legs, hands on your wrists and gaze hungry as he contemplates what he wants to do with you. Your stomach drops as he asks, “Will you lemme have it? Lemme eat your pussy, princess?”

It’s not that you don’t think this is sexy. It is just that. Though, despite how many times Joel has made you come during the summer, he actually hasn’t gone down on you yet. 

He has tried a million times though, but you have always playfully pushed his head away every time he has tried to descend on your body, distracted him with a blowjob, or made him finger your cunt instead. At this point, you still haven’t told him that the reason is that you simply don’t like it. 

“Joel,” you avoid his gaze, turn your head away, “I—“

Joel hasn’t heard hesitation from you before, only the jokes that he hasn’t taken to heart. He lets go of one of your wrists, takes hold of your chin, and guides your head back so you face him again. He furrows his brow at the uncertainty in your eyes that meet his, “What’s a’ matter?”

“Nothing,” you play dumb, avoiding his curious look once more but he snaps his fingers in front of you to regain your attention. You groan at how well it works, “Why would anything be wrong? It’s just… I don’t really like it. I can’t come from it.”

Joel narrows his eyes slightly, not convinced, “Why’d you think you can’t come from it?”

“This guy I was with,” you begin and it’s Joel’s turn to look uncertain. You want to roll your eyes; doesn’t he know that he has ruined everyone else for you by now? 

“Years ago,” you add, “He told me I took too long, so maybe I just, you know, couldn’t. I didn’t want to try again.” 

Joel doesn’t get pissed at the guy or start a rant like you expect him to do (something about that boy taking this sort of experience from you and turning it into something negative). Instead, he starts laughing to the point where he needs to rest his forehead against your shoulder to calm himself because the pout you give him just makes him laugh harder. 

“What?” You push at his head in annoyance. He cannot even hold onto your other wrist anymore. 

“Took too long. Jesus,” his laughter is interrupted by a cough. You can feel his chest vibrating against your own, “He was bullshittin’ you, baby girl. What a lazy piece of shit, and what range of stupid lil’ fuckers you’ve allowed to have what’s mine.” 

“Doesn’t change the fact that I hate it,” you squirm underneath him at his choice of words, reaching for his hair with your hands to pull at it gently, “Stop laughing. It’s not funny.”

“It is kinda funny,” he looks up at you through his lashes. There’s something sweet to his voice whilst his eyes darken, “Hey now. It’s just… ya said ya didn’t squirt either, and then fuckin’ wet the bed.”

You go beet red, “Joel. God.”

“I’m merely a man just tryna prove a point,” he jokes, earning a glare. Something shifts a little in the air and then he isn’t playing anymore, “Will ya lemme try? Just f’me? We can stop anytime you want.”

“I don’t know,” you sound unsure. 

“We’ll go reeeal slow,” he pushes.

“O-okay,” you say. What’s the harm in letting him try? It’s not like it is uncomfortable for you, but rather just slightly boring and awkward. 

“Okay’s not a yes, princess,” Joel crawls up to try to kiss your uncertainty away. He pecks your lips over and over again, switching not long after to pepper your face with more gentle kisses instead. They’re scattered across your cheeks, lips, nose, above your eyebrows, soft eyelids, and chin. He doesn’t let up until you giggle sweetly. 

“Yes!” You squeak and mess up his hair, “Eat some damn pussy, if it means that much to you.”

“Try to relax for me,” he instructs and pushes himself to sit up again. His eyes have darkened further, “How do you want ya legs?”

You bend your legs, planting your feet firmly on the bed and spreading yourself open enough for Joel’s broad shoulders to fit between your thighs. He doesn’t go down yet though, keeping his promise of taking things slow in case you want to stop before it gets too intense. 

His lips connect to where your neck meets your shoulder, pressing his nose firmly into you to inhale your scent. It must be nothing but sleep and sweat by now. He opens his mouth against your skin, sucks across your collarbone until he reaches your jugular notch. He dips his tongue into the dent, and licks off the sweat before murmuring, “I can feel you not relaxin’.”

“I’m sorry,” you say with a pounding heart and you mean it, curl your toes, but he shushes you immediately. 

“No, no. This ain’t on you, baby. Tell me what I can do to make ya relax,” he pulls back to look at your face. He looks so gorgeous with the sun hitting his body like this. 

“Talk to me,” you whisper without knowing why. 

“My baby wants to hear how gorgeous she is?” He asks as he goes back to putting his mouth on your throat. You tip your head back, and he hums against you, “How perfect ‘n beautiful ‘n sexy? Perhaps a little spoiled too?”

“Mhm, yes,” you rest your hand on the back of his neck when he starts to descend. His lips trail down between your breasts, and his huge palm covers one of them whilst he sucks on the other. He is eager, cheeky enough to tug your nipple into his mouth with his teeth. You moan softly.

“Fuckin’ love your tits, Jesus, look at you,” he mumbles absentmindedly to himself before going back in. He dares to suck a light purple mark onto your skin just close enough to your nipple so that you can cover it up and keep it a secret between the two of you even if going to the lake with friends and wearing your skimpy bikini.

You groan and arch your back when he switches to the other one of your tits, cupping it still whilst lapping at your nipple. He flicks his tongue across it just when you think he might pull away, causing you to let out a long drawn-out whine. 

“You fuckin’ love that, don’t ya?” He kisses the swell of your breast, tugs a little with his hand. You close your eyes, bolts of arousal shooting up your spine again when he suckles once more. 

Slowly, you find that much of the nervousness is seeping out of your body with every kiss, lick and suck of your salty skin. It may be the time to admit that Joel knows just which buttons to push to turn you into putty. It may also be the time to admit that you are starting to get excited about what is going to happen. Nervous but excited.

“You’re so soft… like damn silk,” he admires whilst he goes lower. His nose brushes along the length of your stomach, tickling a little to the point where you shiver and let out a soft sigh. He relishes in it, “Damn, baby. Listen to that sound.”

You rake your nails across his scalp when he nips at your skin. Heat is pooling in your belly and you can feel slick drip onto the sheets, running down the cleft of your ass, “Touch my pussy, Daddy.”

Joel tenses visibly at the nickname. He grips your hip, and somehow becomes a little rougher in everything he does, “Gotta wait. Maybe your disaster college boyfriend didn’t get ya worked up enough. I definitely ain’t gonna make that mistake.”

He crawls further down, kisses open-mouthed and hot right below your belly button several times. Even places the flat of his tongue against the skin there to lick long languid stripes, “Won’t start until you beg me to kiss your little twitchin’ clit.”

“But I’m so wet,” you pout, flexing the muscles in your stomach. When you try lifting your hips to find some kind of friction, he pushes you right back down into the mattress. 

“Stop,” he warns sternly. The hand on your hip runs across your belly, teases over your mound and ghosts over your clit until you cry feebly for him, “Do you want me to just touch ya between your pretty legs?” 

“I told you I don’t like the other thing,” you reply to spite him and egg him on. He smacks one of your thighs, wiggling the flesh after. 

“Liar,” he breaks eye contact to look right down at your cunt. You are sure that he can see how you clench around nothing, clit so hard that it is exposed from underneath the hood. You are so ready for him to follow through, no matter the nervousness in your body, “The anticipation wouldn’t have you this excited if yadidn’t care. You’ll fuckin’ let Daddy live between your thighs after he’s done eating.” 

“Fine,” you huff, spreading your legs further to punctuate your sentence, “Put your mouth on my pussy. Prove it.”

Joel groans at the sight of you giving in to him. He gets comfortable on the bed, legs hanging out over the edge. One arm scoops underneath you to curl around your right thigh and the other rests on top of your left. He splays his hand across your sternum, and almost automatically, you reach for it and tug at two of his fingers as if needing something to hold onto for dear life. 

“Now we talkin’,” he smirks. 

“Hold on,” you interrupt, heart almost beating out of your chest with how horny you feel. That, and the fact that what Joel is about to do to you seems to be the most intimate thing you can think of. It feels dangerous, exciting, and scary.

You put another pillow behind your back and head, so you can watch him over the top of your tits and his hand. He grumbles but waits. 

“Go,” you say with an apologetic smile, “Just wanted to see you.”

“Ain’t you adorable?” Joel gazes up at you to follow through on your wish, “Ready?”

“Just wanna come now,” you promise, “‘m just nervous. Makes me fidget.”

“Oh, I know,” he replies, breath ghosting over your pussy as he lowers himself down slowly, “Makes ya toes curl too.” 

You cannot quite believe that you have Joel Miller’s face between your legs right now, and even less so believe the hungriest smile in history that he is sporting. It is enough to make you blush, letting go of Joel’s hand and reaching up to cup your face when the anticipation becomes overwhelming. You rest your pinkies in front of your mouth, palms burning from being clasped around your cheeks but it feels like you might lose it if you let go.

The simple brush of his tongue that he chooses as a starting point has you squirming on the bed. His tongue is warm and flat against you, licking how he had done it against the sensitive skin of your stomach. 

Your stomach muscles twitch. It feels… good. Better than the first time you did it. 

“Okay?” He asks in a hum, looking up at you through his lashes with genuine eyes. You nod slowly, and he lowers again to press a soft kiss to your sensitive clit. 

And then another.

And another. 

You make a noise best described as a soft sigh. 

Then he goes lower, the kisses becoming more sloppy and wet. He stops when he reaches your quivering cunt, lets out his tongue to scoop up some of the slick that has gathered and is spilling down between your cheeks. He then licks a long stripe all the way up to your clit, and laps at it like he is eating a damn ice cream cone. 

“Mhmm, tastes so fuckin’ good, baby, like heaven,” he continues with his small licks, the hand on your chest finding your left nipple. Tugs like he knows you like. 

You moan for the first time, not sure if you have repressed the urge to do so. He takes it as a sign to keep going, stiffening his tongue to run it between your folds repeatedly and eventually settling on your clit again. He flicks the tensed-up muscle against the nub, setting up a pace that suddenly causes you to whine.

“Ohh,” you swallow thickly, part your lips and breathe heavily. A muscle in the thigh that Joel is holding flexes involuntarily, and you can feel him smirk against you when he moves back to open-mouthed kisses. 

“No, go back,” you demand, “Please.”

“Yeah?” Joel pulls back instead to tease you. He removes his hand from your thigh to suck his thumb into his mouth. He makes you tremble at the sight, but even more when he circles your clit with the pad of the finger after, “You like Daddy’s tongue on your pussy, baby?”

You hesitate for a moment.

“Say it,” he still draws lazy circles.

“Feels so good,” you admit finally with a groan, “You’re always right.”

“Know I am,” he kisses your inner thigh. The hand on your breast moves to rub soothingly up and down your belly, “‘bout time you realized.”

“I want you to keep going,” you say with a shy smile, blinking down at him, “Please, Daddy?”

His hands still on you, but then he reaches to place both hands on your inner thighs to spread you out a little further. You fall back into the pillow, and he sinks into you again, “Whatever baby wants, baby gets.”

You have never actually thought about how big his mouth is before. In fact, it is huge in comparison to everything about you. He is able to stretch his lips over every inch of your cunt, and he gladly does.

Your breath hitches before you let out a drawn-out moan. Joel eats you out enthusiastically; he licks, sucks, and even dips his tongue inside of you for a moment too. You can feel the world closing in on you, shrinking to nothing but the pressure that builds. 

“It’s—“ you want to say something that makes sense, because whatever you had done in the dim light of your college dormitory a few years prior was definitely not this, but there are no words that describe how overwhelming his slick tongue is, “It’s— oh God.”

You squeal pathetically as your cunt teeters on the edge of an orgasm. You try to press your thighs inwards to make the intensity go away, but Joel is so much stronger than you.

It hits you then. Fuck, it’s going to happen; you’re going to come with his mouth between your legs, and he is never going to let you live this down. This is not what you had planned. There is a little part of you that knows you would have relished in being right for once, but there’s a much bigger part that thanks the Gods that you aren’t going to live forever without coming like this. 

You close your eyes as you groan, but it makes Joel slow down, “Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart, look at me.”

He sucks again, and your hands fly to his hair, but it only goes on for a second, “Ya doing so well. Does it feel good, princess?”

“You’re being mean,” you whimper, tugging at the strands of hair that you have between your fingers, “Make me come.”

Joel follows through then. He buries his nose in your mound and sucks your clit into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks with how much effort he puts into it. When you start thrashing on the bed, he wraps his arms around your legs and holds you tightly in place until you fall apart right below his mouth. 

You shriek as your cunt spasms. If not for Joel’s strength, you are sure that you would have accidentally kneed him in the face, because your legs lose control of themselves as if the orgasm has severed any connection to them. 

“Fuck, Daddy,” you break the swearing rule as your orgasm peaks, pushing and pulling his head away because you don’t have a clue whether you want more or less. Your back arches as Joel keeps licking through your drenched folds, you think you might have started to cry too. 

Shaking breaths echo through Joel’s bedroom as you come down. Joel has removed your hands from his head, and you have slumped into the mattress with a whimper. Nothing has ever felt more dirty. 

“Are you okay?” He asks after crawling up the bed to lay beside you. He rubs your stomach with his broad hand, and even that makes you let out a feeble sigh. 

You laugh with exhaustion, but don’t reply. 

“I do good?” He asks with a lopsided grin, rubbing the back of his hand over his soaked mouth and chin. 

You turn your head to look at him but then start giggling, pointing to your own nose, “You got a little… you know.”

He doesn’t get it when he wipes his hand over his nose the first time. You laugh harder due to the dopamine flowing through your system, and he grumbles, “Well help me then, kiddo.” 

When you beckon him closer, he moves without hesitation, and as you run your index finger down his nose to catch your own shiny arousal, you try to push down the feeling of butterflies that erupt in your stomach.

It’s a feeling that needs to go away. You can’t possibly love Joel Miller and survive.

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𓆩⟡𓆪 His Little Stripper 𓆩⟡𓆪

pairing- Colby Brock x fem!reader

summary- a stripper catches the eyes of a handsome man, has a lotta fun

warnings- a lil angsty, some hardcore smut lol, cute lil ending

word count- 3k or sum? maybe 4k, LMAO

a/n- been a long time since I’ve written, enjoy

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The whole studio was bouncing, the bass rhythmically played throughout the club. Swimming inside the walls, almost enticing you in. The night was young and had only just begun, it was a start to a long night. Here, I was treated almost like royalty, all the other dancers liked to roll their eyes or make snarky comments because they didn’t like the way I hogged all the attention, I was young and that’s nothing I could help.

You could say I was a good dancer. One of the best.

Brittney. I only had one friend in this place, the rest would only batter their eyelashes to get a hand on your earnings. Not Brittney though. She was a sweet, honest girl that just needed the extra cash and in complete fairness, that’s what we were both here for. We were both the youngest in this place. University costs an arm and a leg, there’s no lie in that. It was a hated industry, but the world is a tough place to make a living.

“Girl! You gotta get out there! it’s thriving with old dudes that have a TON of money!!” She heaved, slumping on a swivel chair next to mine, with a wide-eyed expression painted across her makeup clad features. I glanced at her through the huge mirrors stuck to the smoke stained walls, with a slight smirk finishing up on my cherry red lipgloss, “Oh yeah? Sounds just like every other night.”

“Well, I did see these couple guys around our age, maybe older, they were sooo hot.” Brittney explained, emphasising their good looks, applying makeup to her smudged areas. She seemed skittish, almost like she was eager to get back out there. This time I’d turned to face her, making my blonde hair a bouncy, wavey look. Being expressive with her hands, matter of factly she had said, “I sooo wished they’d came over to me, that brunette guy was soo handsome, so mysterious too. I’ll have to show you when you get your ass out there! I’d give that man a dance for free any day.”

I giggled, never hearing her talk like this made me believe these men were as handsome as she said they were. Maybe I’ll have to see for myself. I began to slip my cherry red heels on, glancing in the mirror, puffing my hair out. I had styled it in to an 80’s blowout type look, just more modernised. “I believe you girl, it’s been a while since we’ve had a looker come here.”

“Man, you look like a whole full course meal looking like that, Y/N. You have more of a chance than me at getting that handsome devil in a booth. Gosh, you’re so sexy!” Brittney huffed, looking at me with a sad but hopeful expression.

I grabbed her hand, pulling her out of her chair. Cupping her face with my hands, I said with confidence, “God is a woman, and you my friend are a fucking goddess! Now let’s get out there and make some fucking money!” She smiled into my hands as I then spun her around, seeing the sparkles on her little outfit shine.

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I stood behind Brittney as she peeped from behind the big, draping, scarlet red curtain that lead out to the runway. A shiny pole awaiting us. Britt had kept an eye on the stage as I was trying to skim the crowd for the one who looks like they had the most cash with them. “Oh! Gabriella’s almost finished her dance, god blue is NOT her colour!”

“Brittney! You have to watch your mouth sometimes, you’ll get in trouble if someone hears you!” I wispered harshly, playfully jabbing her arm. She moved over a little so I could get a better look of the crowd. Taking me by surprise, a pair of striking blue eyes caught my own as I swiftly shut the curtain, almost knocking Britt over, “Holy shit.”

“What? What!” The brunette nudged me out the way as I took a step back, body running cold. I heard her muttering as she closed the curtain as quick as she re-opened it, turning to me. “Oh my God, that’s him!”

“Shut up! I’ve never seen him before, I can’t dance infront of him, he’s too pretty to be here! What’s a guy like him doing here?! God!” I gulped, walking back and forth on myself, finding my nerves getting the better of me of me. God, his dark brown hair and that shiny earring glistening in his ear, the black button up, the shine on his rings and tattooed arms, man. I’m used to dancing for 40+ year old guys, not actual good looking guys my age!

“Are you being serious right now, Y/N? You’re the hottest one here, if Gab’s can flaunt it then you definitely can too!” She exclaimed assertively, stopping me in my tracks, hands on either side of my arms. Pointing her finger in my face.

“Hey sluts, they’re waiting.” A scratchy, unbothered voice had sounded as the clacking of heels sounded down the set of stairs held by the stage. We both rolled our eyes as she swang her hips side to side, sauntering away from us.

“Ugh, whatta bitch.” We muttered in unison, breathing out a laugh. Britt gave me a subtle peck on the cheek, something she always did to calm my nerves before my journey to the pole, “Knock ‘em dead, Y/N”

As she turned my track on, I took a deep breath, pushing my boobs up a little, feeling the deep red lace against my body. Promiscuous sounded, by Nelly & Timbaland. As much as it is a corny song, the boys loved it.

Whipping my hair over my shoulder, I winked at my bestie, and started my walk. The giant curtains opened as I started to strut. The dim lights only lighting up solely on the pole. My confidence returning as my hips swirled to the beat, winking at thirsty men in the crowd. I raised my arms leaning my head back touching my chest.

I made my way over to the center, strutting around the shiny metal pole, caressing it gently. Placing my heels accordingly on the polished platform, stepping on dollar bills everywhere I walked. “Promiscuous girl, you’re teasin’ me. You know what I want and I got what you need.”

I raised my leg on the pole letting my body drape around as my arm held my balance along the pole. As I smoothly came to the bottom of the glistening metal, I spread my legs one infront and one behind, bouncing slightly. Rolling onto my next move, the same pair of blue eyes caught my attention, I couldn’t help but stare for a second, which felt like minutes, as I got behind the pole, he winked at me.

Which took me by surprise as I blushed. I gulped and returned the wink. I blew a kiss at this man, as I slut dropped down the metal shaft, licking up it. Keeping eye contact, his mouth agape. When I grew confidence, I also grew dirty. Giving what these men came to see. “Have all my money!”

One man shouted, another had exclaimed, “I want you to ride my face, please! Be my dirty little girl!” I smiled politely at these men, knowing full well they probably have wives at home, most of them having a ring on their marriage finger. Bastards.

As I danced around the pole, I let my hips do the work, shaking them around in a sexy way. Left to right, innocently dancing. Mouthing the lyrics, shutting my eyes ever so slightly. With my back to the pole now, I had slid down it, mouthing the lyrics, “I’m all alone and it’s you that I want!”

Motioning this handsome blue eyed boy to me with my fingers, in a ‘come here’ type of way. Hoping to entice him, or just playfully tease him. He was leaning against the bar, eyes glued to me. I’ve felt his eyes on me the whole dance. He had this dark smirk on him, looking me up and down with these hungry eyes. Turning his full body towards me now. He mouthed, “Oh yeah?”

In return, I sent an innocent wink his way, with a smile this time. Getting on my feet and swinging around the pole one last time before subtly dropping down, against the cold metal, arching my back as I pushed my hips towards the pole, not letting go. The lights going dark once again as my time came to an end.

I blew the crowd a kiss as I took one last glance toward the bar, the man that had captivated my full attention could not be seen. My heart sank a little as I turned on my heel, forming a strut down the walk as the curtains closed behind me, the money being collected as I had left the stage that I had now earned.

“Eeek! Y/N! You did so good! How am I supposed to follow that performance up?!” Brittney squealed, high fiving me.

“You’ll do even better than me, I’m sure of it!” Giving her praise, she was the one thing that got me through this place, she deserved more confidence. “ I’m gonna take a walk on the floor, gonna get a drink! Go get ‘em tiger!”

As much as I was there for my girl, I desperately wanted to see if this man had stuck around.

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Venturing onto the men-riddled floor, I tried to keep my composure. This was when my nerves got the better of me, you’re looked at as a piece of meat when you’re of the floor. Up on the stage, you feel as though everyone’s below you, literally. You’re on top, nobody can touch you up there.

I found myself at the bar, just asking for a lemonade to pass the time, a kind, older woman had served me. She was one of the nicer workers that resided here, “Would you like a cherry in there too, Y/N?”

“You know me.” I softly said, giving her a thankful smile. Some saw me as the baby here and some saw me as the queen. It was a weird place to be, I just appreciated the kind ones. She gave me a wink and went on her way to make me a the simple concoction.

“Y/N. What a name. Pretty, too.” A deep, husky voice sounded from next to me, as I felt his eyes burn into the side of my head. I turned, slowly looking up at him, his tall, dark frame leaning down on me. I gulped. Those familiar blue eyes keeping ahold of my attention, his warm smile sounding, “Hey, I’m Colby.” He took my hand and kissed it gently.

“Y/N. Hey.” I shyly ushered out in one whole breathe, as I glanced down, my hair falling infront of my face. He was gorgeous, a true beauty. I must be lucky for someone like him to be able to approach me.

“Yeah, I know” He chuckled. I blushed as he heard the lady behind the bar already address that. Don’t screw up now girl! “Is that your real name? I know ladies like to have a disguise around here.”

He observantly mentioned, smirking too. I was at a loss for words, Colby was so captivating, I was lost in his celestial, lapis eyes. His chestnut hair cascading infront of his eyes ever so slightly. “It is, does that disappoint you?”

I decided to be honest, maybe he’d find that attractive in its self. After all, he was honest with me. “What? God no, I think you’re stunning, and your names just the cherry on top!”

Colby ironically exclaimed, as my drink was placed infront of me. The lady looked at both me and him and smiled, raising her eyebrows at me. He glanced at my drink, taking the cherry. Swivelling it in his grip, he glanced at me. I looked up at him with my doe eyes, as he popped it in my mouth, plucking the stem from the cherry itself. “Good girl.”

My heart started to race as he reached his hand out, ushering me closer. As I went to take his hand, a loud roguish man approached me, grabbing me by waist, immediately yelling in my face, “Are you gonna dance for me or what? Huh?”

The alcohol definitely playing its part, I glanced to security, they hadn’t seen the commotion yet and my heart was jumping out of its chest. He towered over me demanding, impatiently waiting for an answer. “Sir, please don’t speak to me like tha-“

“I can speak to you how the FUCK I want, don’t you dare think for a second that your better than me or anyone’s gonna save your pretty little ass, you do what I tell you-“ a huge thud landed as I was swiftly pushed back, the man in front of me collapsing to the ground. Colby had lunged at the drunken man. Angered, he had hit him square in the jaw, a tooth rolling around on the floor. A splash of blood on already red heel.

My breath hitched in my throat, still no security in sight, the music too loud for anyone to really give a shit. Colby had picked this man up by his shift, as though he weighed of nothing, he hissed in his face, “Beat it.”

The man was dropped to his feet and quickly scurried away, as if he saw death itself. I watched as he was out of site, a warm touch against my chin snapped me out of the trance I was in. Startled. “Are you okay, beautiful?”

Gazing into his eyes, hard to look away, I stuttered out, “I-uh, yeah. Thank you.” I placed my hand on his chest trying to gain my breath back, it all happened so fast, a boldness took over me, the sheer sign of strength made so effortlessly was almost overwhelming, “Wanna get out of here?”

I felt his heartbeat pick up every so slightly as he huskily said, “Lead the way, Y/N.”

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Of all places, I lead him to one of the private booths, the expensive, champagne riddled rooms. I shut the curtains to the room, letting staff know that it was occupied. The curved couch was a sparkly red, that had a pole in the middle as well as a love seat. The circular table had three bottles of champagne in a bucket of ice, recently been placed there. Lights had become dim since I’d closed the curtains and there were little sources of light emerging from under both seats. Colby had poured a drink for me and himself, keeping them set down on the table, he approached me with a smirk on his face, “What brings us here then beautiful?”

“I wanted to thank you back there, you were so brave.” Placing my hand on his chest once again, ever so slightly pushing him backwards, towards the curved seat, trailing my hand downwards. Batting my eyelashes at him with my big doe like eyes, I pouted, “So strong.”

His legs hit the textured couch, falling back on, eyes never straying from mine once. I began to crawl on top of him, in a straddle position, feeling himself twitch underneath me, “I-That was nothing back there, a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t have to take that shit.”

He insisted while taking in my body, my looks. Colbys hands began to travel up and down my lacy, deep red piece, taking it all in, breathing a little heavier than before. Muttering, he shifted a little from under me, looking back up at my eyes, “Fuck.”

Smirking slightly, I leant forward, giving him an eyeful of my cleavage, whispering, “I’ll make you feel good, Colby.” His breath began to hitch as I began to kiss up his jaw, his eyes darkened as he lifted my face, gazing into my eyes. His plump lips were begging to meet mine, he took a quick glance at my lips and mumbled hastily, “You’re making me crazy, beautiful.”

And with that he crashed his whiskey stained lips into my cherry tasted ones. Hunger was taking over and I grew to want him so badly. His great hands found their way to my back, travelling down and cupping me, grabbing me ever so slightly but enough for me to moan into his mouth. He seemed to like that. Swiftly, he took my laced bra off with one quick motion, making me gasp.

My hands got the better of me and I started unbuttoning his shirt, almost frustrated that it wasn’t coming undone quick enough. He pulled away, picking me up, his hands under me, straddling his waist now, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The blue eyed boy had laid us down, I was now laying on the love seat, he towered over me, looking me up and down, ready to feast. Colby stood there, with his shirt unbuttoned, his abs glistening from the sweat we had just created. He looked godly in this moment. He quickly took off his jeans, his member almost throbbing to be let out. I gulped as he looked bigger than anything I’d ever seen.

He lowered himself down, and kissed me passionately, still hungry for more. My hands roamed freely, helping him take off his shirt completely. With this motion I quickly flipped us, wanting to be on top of him. I begged, “Let me please you, Colby.”

Impressed at my strength, Colby had stifled a moan as I started to leave hungry kisses down his chest, until I got to his boxer line. I looked up at him through my lashes, as he nodded with approval, removing the clothing. His thick member throbbing. I gulped, taking in his size, he was fucking huge.

“Fuck.” I muttered as I teased him, licking up his shaft, keeping eye contact with him as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look. I wrapped my hand around his member, kissing the tip.

I began to take him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down and sucking slightly, wanting him to feel euphoric. His sweet moans filled my ears, making me work harder for him. Wanting to make him feel better than ever. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N.”

Seeing his eyes roll back as his shaft touched the back of my throat was enough to make me moan, knowing I was doing a good job. I was a good girl. His good girl. Colby’s hand traveled to the back of my head, grabbing my hair slightly bobbing my head. It felt so good. “You like that baby girl?”

I nodded quickly, not wanting to disappoint, all of a sudden feeling really submissive. As I carried on sucking it for a little longer, Colby pulled my hair back and away from him gently making me look up at him, he muttered, “C’mere baby.”

I did as he asked, waiting for what was to come. Colby got on top of me, his chain dangling infront of my face, his arms looking as muscular as ever as he towered over me, I felt completely under his spell and I was more than ready for what he was about to do to me.

He caressed my breasts, with both hands as I started to breath heavier, trying to keep it together. His eyes flickering towards mine and my bare chest, he muttered sweet nothings as he latched onto them, kissing them. Sucking them. I couldn’t help but moan at the way his tongue moved against my body, “Colby!”

“Shh, baby. You sound so fucking good, but we can’t get in trouble now, can we?” He muttered against my breasts, knowing full well we’d get in big trouble as clients weren’t supposed to be touchy let alone all over each other. He was far from being a client, but I would definitely get kicked out immediately for this behaviour. I groaned out of annoyance, frustrated with pleasure. He began to bite them ever so gently, putting my hand over my mouth to shuffle my moans. Colby had made him way down to my panties, asking for approval, granting him access. He swiftly took them off with ease, “Fuck you’re so perfect.”

“Are you ready baby?” He huskily marvelled, admiring the mess he had made me into, touching himself. His hair stuck to his forehead a little, his muscles glistening all over, his tattoos made his aura dark and mysterious but he seemed like a complete utter dream. In response, all I could manage was a swift nod, with impatient, hungry eyes.

He lined his huge member up with my already wet folds, awaiting the small pain that came with it. He came down closer to me, kissing me roughly and pushing himself into me at the same time, causing me to melt into his mouth, both moaning loudly. My hands traveled up to his hair, getting tangled in his locks. His motions were euphoric and heavenly, making my back arch with every move. Colby moaned roughly into my neck, kissing it and nipping at the skin with his teeth, leaving slight bruises as he trailed.

“Fuck, you feel so good Y/N.” My nails scraped along down his back, marking him as equally as he did me. He couldn’t keep back his moans as they sounded through my body. Unwinding. As is pace quickened, my orgasm started to grow nearer. I couldn’t hold it any longer, he was making me feel pleasure like I’ve never felt it before, “Colby, I’m so close!”

“Fuck baby, don’t come until I tell you too. I know you’re a good girl. My good, good girl.” He quickened his pace and became a little rougher with his thrusts, making me into a moaning mess. He couldn’t bring himself to tell me to be quiet anymore, he loved the way he was making me feel. He moved so he could put my legs over his shoulders, making my climax come quicker, “Colby, please!”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna come too.” He muffled tensely, his thrusts getting sloppier, I looked at him with pleading eyes, muttering and begging, Colby looked at me with pleading eyes, “Come for me beautiful.”

With that, I had unleashed my orgasm, coming undone at his command, moaning his name as I rode out my high. I started toying with my breasts to get him closer to his climax, wanting nothing more but the warm fill, “Colby, please come. Please!”

Not even a moment later he came undone too, filling me up with his come. We were both messes, moaning into each other as he collapsed on top of me, pecking my neck as he collected himself. He rolled over to the next of me, putting his arm underneath his head and one out for me to lay on. We were both panting like sick dogs. I propped myself up on my elbow, my head resting against my palm.

“You know, I’ve never seen you in here before.” I muttered, playing with a strand of my hair. I pondered it, because he was a beautiful man, a young man. A man that didn’t suit these kind of places.

“I thought you’d ask, it’s a good friend of mines birthday and we all thought it would be a good surprise to bring him here.” Colby chuckled, looking into my eyes. He reached out for my hand and placed it on his chest, his heart still erratic. “You are beautiful though, Y/N. I meant what I said.”

“Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.” I giggled, him faking a hurt expression, giving me a pearly white smile, something that made me melt on the spot. His crinkles next to his eyes matching perfectly with his happy looks.

“A pretty girl like you, how’d you end up here?” He looked at me sincerely, wanting to know me a little better. I didn’t think he’d ask, making me feel slightly embarrassed that I have money issues.

“Oh it’s nothing, just- university won’t pay itself, you see.” I said with honesty. glancing down at my hands down, playing with them.

“University? That’s incredible, I can’t imagine how expensive that must be, I guess I can understand.” I looked up at him, he seemed genuine and I melted into his gaze, I gave him a small smile. Appreciating his kind words. Mouthing a ‘thank you’.

“You know,” propping himself up to really look at me this time, grabbing the two glasses of champagne on the table. Handing one to me, “I would really like to take you out, get you away from here eventually.”

“I would really love that.” I blushed, him smirking in return.

“It wouldn’t be classed as inappropriate to maybe cheers to this? A new beginning, potentially?” Him raising a glass.

I giggled, feeling a sense of happiness and fulfilment. Cuddled up with a man you feel like you’ve known forever, chatting, getting to know each other and just sealed a date with, raising a toast to a new beginning. “Cheers.”

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a/n- omg I had no plan for this just a thought, one thing led to another and BOOM. hope you enjoyed lol I never know how to wrap up endings

stay sweet x

[klaustozier]

brute ; miguel o'hara

SUMMARY: miguel is trying to work and you are not allowing him to concentrate.

warnings: miguel o'hara x fem!reader, MDI, miguel has sharp teeth as well as claws, remember that :); he will use his "web" to tie you up (I described how I thought it would be); oral (in both, but when you do it's rougher); slaps and spanking; degradation kink; mention of body hair (chest <3); nipple play; he is older (hihi); miguel swears in spanish (because i'm a whore); bigcock!miguel; there are no traumas here, miguel is not suffering from a loss, there is just fucking horny angry miguel here; no condom; light spit kink; no spoiler; and I described the way I think it would be easier to take his uniform off, I think the zipper is on the back, but it's not as sexy :3; begging; anal; gag

word count: 1.6k

english is not my first language, so i'm sorry for any mistakes

i'm sorry for not deliverying the aib fics, but i'm kinda swamped and obsessed with spider-verse, so i wanted to make something different :)

hope you enjoy it!

"You're getting on my nerves", said the older man.

You smiled innocently and rubbed your face against his knee, "Am I?"

Miguel was trying to work, he knew he shouldn't have brought you to the headquarters. You had promised you would behave and you had even kept your promise for half an hour. You soon got tired of just watching him tinker with all that technology and analyzing realities, it was boring just watching. So, like a good bored person, you tried to entertain yourself however you could. Your form of entertainment didn't match much with what Miguel planned for the day, he wanted to focus on work, but he soon noticed that you were ducking under his desk and started to bite his thigh still covered by the elastic cloth of his uniform.

It was no use asking you to stop, you continued as if he had no authority.

"I brought you to keep me company and not get in the way", Miguel said irritably, his handsome jaw locking.

"I just want to be close to you", you whispered, biting his thigh again.

"I hate you."

You smiled and rested your chin on his knee, "It doesn't look like it", and laughing softly, you felt the volume he displayed in his pants.

He took a deep breath, pulled his mask off with one hand and tossed it onto the table, his free hand grabbing your hair, pulling your face close to his, "You're testing me and you're not going to like where this is going. So stop."

"Am I really not going to like it, Miguel?", you asked, smiling wickedly.

"You won't", he agreed.

The elder clenched his free fist and pointed it downwards, immediately you reached your hands behind your back, feeling the warm red rope holding your wrists in place.

"Does it hurting?"

"No, sir."

He smiled showing his sharp fangs, "You're gonna wish you weren't such a dirty slut", he slapped you across the face and ran his thumb across your bottom lip.

"Please, Miguel…", you smiled, "Just take those gloves off, por dios."

He smiled, his sharp teeth shining in the reddish light of the office, "Puta madre…", Miguel took off the gloves of his beautiful uniform and slapped you once more in the face, receiving kisses on the palm of his hand, as if you were asking for forgiveness for hurting his hand with your face.

His hands were so beautiful, full of veins on the back and with long, sharp claws ready to destroy whatever he wanted.

If the uniform wasn't so perfect for Miguel, if it wasn't tailored to his body, maybe you could control himself, but you could see his thighs, the outline of his cock and ass, there was nothing that could distract you more.

The brunette's thumb slid across your tongue and saliva fell from his lips, earning a soft moan, seeing you roll your eyes before being kissed. His sharp teeth scraped gently against your bottom lip. His tongue rubbed against yours, your hands locked behind your body, the bright thread holding them together.

Miguel pulled the small zipper down the center of his uniform revealing his strong, broad chest. The short black hair spread across the skin, delicately cared for. The zipper continued down until it was under his cock, which was hard, pressed against the cloth glued to his body, resting to the left, pulsing gently.

"Do you want it?", asked the brunette, pulling his cock from his clothes, so thick and beautiful, the veins pulsing in the soft skin, the red tip begging for attention. You nodded desperately, "Then beg."

"Mr. O'Hara, please, I need to choke on your cock, fuck my mouth, please… I'm such a good girl…"

"Ah", he stopped you, holding up his finger, the long nail glistening, "We're not going to lie."

You chuckled and lifted yourself up towards his face, licking his lower lip, "I know how to be good, I just don't like doing it that much."

Miguel laughed softly and gave you a soft peck, "Stick your tongue out."

Promptly, you complied. Miguel took his cock and gently spanked your tongue with the tip, the soft wet sounds making you purr. Without any delicacy, the oldest held you by the hair and sank his cock into your mouth, forcing your head until your nose was pressed against his belly.

You moaned low feeling his cock once again widening your throat. Miguel sighed and groaned low, starting to move your head away from you, his hips rolling in opposite movements, thrusting into your mouth. Initially the movements were smooth, but soon they began to accelerate.

"Ay, carajo", he whispered, his low voice making you moan.

Your eyes watered, no matter how many times he fucked your mouth, your body always reacted that way. Your hands tried to force against the red webs on your wrists, your legs squeezing together to ease the throbbing on your pussy. He held your jaw just so he could watch his cock slide through your tongue.

Miguel positioned his leg between your legs, laughing evilly when you started to rub against him.

Pulling you by the hair, the brunette forced you to look at him, your mouth completely drooling and red, your eyes lowered, breathing hard, "Aren't you ashamed of being such a desperate slut? How ridiculous. You get dumb as fuck just because of a cock in your mouth..."

"Forgive me for being like this, sir, I can't control myself… what do I have to do for you to forgive me?"

Miguel smiled and said nothing, just kissed you desperately. His tongue once again dominating yours, his sharp teeth biting down on your bottom lip, controlling himself not to draw blood. His lips devouring yours.

"Lay it face down on my table."

Immediately you obeyed him. The brunette pulled your pants down and grabbed your legs, pulling them apart. His hands squeezed your ass tightly, his thumbs moving the lips of the delicate pussy apart, sighing, seeing how wet you already were.

"Ay, coño… all wet… fucking slut", he growled, giving a hard smack on your ass, making you moan.

You moaned slyly, your legs shaking, your face crushing papers that were on the table, feeling the wet tongue slide through your pussy, until it reached your clitoris. His hands rested on your delicate ass, squeezing, his claws pressing against the skin.

"Miguel", you whimpered.

"Slut", he chuckled, going back to his work.

His lips and tongue had fun with your pussy. Your hands ached trying to hold themselves in place, your legs shook, moaning.

"Miguel", you whispered, "can I cum?"

He grinned, slapping you hard on the ass, "No."

"Miguel… please… don't do that to me…"

"Shut up", he whispered.

The bright red web circled your face, gagging your mouth, not allowing you to continue to beg or cry. But that didn't stop you from muttering.

"Carajo, you don't shut up", he laughed at the whimper you gave, laying his body over yours, "If I get you full of cum, you stay quiet?"

You nodded, getting a slap on the ass. A soft moan escaped your lips as the tip of his cock rubbed through the wet pussy, gliding effortlessly.

"Fucking pussy."

A strangled moan caught in your throat, your mouth still gagged, as his cock sinking into you all at once, going deep.

His hands held you squeezing the flesh of your ass, using it support to help with the movements. As he thrust into you, he forced your body to do the opposite, just going deeper and deeper.

The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room. His moans low and rough, yours were muffled by the gag.

Your body started to shake on the table, you were about to cuj, but Miguel pulled out of you. He growled low seeing his cock all wet from all your pleasure.

"Open for me", he ordered, releasing your wrists.

You didn't have time to feel pain, your hands were routed by his rough hands to your ass, holding yourself open for him as he smeared saliva on your cock.

O'Hara positioned the tip of his cock in the tight entrance and began to force its way in. Big, strong body leaning over yours, crushing you against the table.

The gag was also undone so that the brunette could kiss you. His movements were less rough than before, but they were still accurate and made you whimper softly.

"You're going to be full of cum, princess", he whispered, his lips pressed against yours, his sharp teeth scraping on your lower lip on purpose.

"Miguel… please… I swear I'll be quiet, but let me cum… please… I beg you…"

"Of course, princess", he kissed you once more, his lips close to yours as he said, "Masturbate yourself for me."

And that's what you did, one of your hands went straight between your legs and you started masturbating frantically, desperate for relief. The other remained in place, leaving it open so he could continue to enjoy himself.

One of his strong hands tightened around your waist, keeping you in place and the other gripped your hair, kissing you desperately.

It didn't take long for you to cum even more after feeling his cum fill you. You panted heavily as he smirked and kissed you again.

"Now are you going to stop teasing like a whore?", asked Miguel getting out of you.

"Yes, sir, I will stop."

"Promise?"

"No."

He chuckled, giving you, and yet, another slap on the ass, "Now come on, let's get you straightened up and get you something to eat."

And Miguel pulled you by the waist, adjusting your clothes and his so he could take care of you a little before he could go back to work.

...

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[sooniebby]

A dream i had has been haunting me so here i am.

A jock any sport my dream wasnt specific just a popular jock is the reader and he is just so popular and everyone loves him and of course everyone assumes since his this big jock his the dom in the relationship between him and his boyfriend when in fact his the complete opposite.

The boyfriend can be in the band or a part of the cheer team again it depends on the sport and my dreams never clarify, He hears one of these conversations and has a brilliant idea that he was gonna put the reader in his place and everyone is gonna know that place.

Kinks you can go wild with, But praise and a little the reader getting dumb on whoever you choose the nerd to be cock but the rest you can do what you please 🤭🤭

ఌ 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑

꧁ 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 2.5k

Rating › NSFT

Warnings › none

Kinks › praise, voyeurism, semi-public sex, use of pussy/feminine terms

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╰┈─➤ ＢＥＧＩＮＮＩＮＧ

“Isn’t that (Name)’s boyfriend?”

“Mickey?”

“I thought his name was Mikey?”

“Nah man, it’s Mickey!”

Marcus sighed. He hated having to practice for the marching band when the football team was practicing as well. The players didn’t know how to whisper. He was really wondering if he should give them a look that he could hear them.

He wasn’t sure why the football coach allowed them to practice with them here but he was sure it was because the teacher for band was a sexy man. Marcus could tell the coach, Coach Pattinson, loved to stare at his band teacher’s ass.

But he couldn’t lie. Mister Yang had a nice ass.

More importantly though, Marcus could sometimes see his boyfriend playing. But it was mainly rare. (Name) played soccer so obviously he couldn’t play while the football team occupied the field.

Today was that day the soccer team practiced somewhere else.

He was getting a bit agitated at this point. The heavy drum strapped to his chest and the sun beaming down at him. God, he wanted to just walk home. But he did like his band mates. He didn’t want them to hate him for any reason so he’d put it with it.

But that didn’t mean he’d do it without complaints.

“Marc! Pay attention.” One of his band mates whispered, poking him with a drum stick. Marcus quickly put his focus on Mr. Yang as he continued to drone on and on about timing and making sure to be energetic during performances.

Marcus tried to pay more attention, even though he had already heard this speech once before. Expect the two players whispering (?) about him started up once more.

“I wonder what (Name) sees in him.” Thing 1 said.

“What do you mean? Mickey is a cute ass guy. Especially his ass…” Thing 2 muttered.

“Mikey… And yeah I guess. It’s kinda flat to me. Mr. Yang has a much fatter ass than him.”

“True true… I mean look it at… I wonder what it looks like when he jumps…”

Thing 1 whispered. The only time he ever whispered. “Perv.”

“You started it!” Thing 2 shouted, earning a glare from Coach Pattinson. Thing 1 & 2 quickly quieted down.

“But for real, who do you think tops?” Thing 2 muttered.

“(Name)… obviously. The dude is bigger and taller than Mikey. How could Mikey top him?!”

“(Name) is only 5’10 at the most. He’s not that tall. And he’s hardly that muscular. It’s mainly his legs.”

“Says you, Mister 6’4!” Thing 1 punched Thing 2 on the arm, earning a wince. “(Name) has an ass that could rival Mr. Yang, though.”

“Didn’t he play baseball?”

“He plays both sports. Such a cool guy. I’m not sure how he doesn’t go crazy.” Thing 1 looked as if he had a crush on (Name). Marcus didn’t like that, he could feel himself tighten his grip on his drumsticks.

“Maybe he knows how to manage himself… unlike someone…”

“Say that to my face you beanstalk!”

“Alright boys, break time is over!!” Coach Pattinson yelled. “Back to the field!!” He blew his whistle before glancing over to see Mister Yang’s ass once more.

Yeah, he wasn’t hiding it.

Marcus thought hard about what Thing 1 & 2 talked about. Damn, did he not give off top vibes like the thought? Shit—what could he do to show it off?

Well it wasn’t that he really cared what those little shits said but he didn’t like that his looks somehow determined his sexual position.

Oh. Marcus smirked to himself.

He could always make it known that he is the dom in the relationship… and he knew just the way to do it.

“Dude… the fuck are you smiling about?”

Marcus glanced over to his band mate, Olivia. “Nothing important.”

Olivia didn’t look convinced but she turned her attention back to Mr. Yang. Marcus couldn’t wait to test out his plan.

ꕥ

It was the next day and Marcus didn’t have band practice today. But (Name) was at soccer practice. He hardly joined him because he mainly wanted to go straight home after school. Any minute he stayed longer at this cursed school was a damage to his mental health.

(Name) was sitting down on the bench, drinking water when he spotted his boyfriend. He waved, a large grin on his lips. If he was an animal, many would say he would be a golden retriever. So happy to be with people.

“Marc! Something happened?”

“I can’t just see my boyfriend?” Marcus grinned, his blonde locs pulled into a ponytail. He wore a ridiculously large jacket with a red tee with black pants. (Name) always wondered why Marcus always complained about being hot when he chose to wear such clothing during summer.

(Name) simply hummed and pursed his lips, closing his eyes. He titled his head up earning a laugh from Marcus. Marcus would usually just give him a light kiss. He wasn’t one for PDA.

But this time, he grabbed (Name)’s chin and held him in place as he kissed him. (Name)’s eyes widen as Marcus immediately bit his lip, causing him to automatically part them. The innocent kiss (Name) wanted was quickly turned into a full on make out with tongue.

(Name) whimpered into the kiss, wondering if any of his teammates were looking at him. Marcus pulled away from the kiss—a small trail of saliva connecting their lips—as he glanced back to see if anyone saw that. It seemed at least a few did—with the embarrassed looks on a few of the boys face.

The coach didn’t seem to have saw it though by the fact she was paying attention to another player. Good. He just wanted the other players to see.

“What…?” (Name) muttered. He didn’t hate it. No he loved it but he would’ve loved a warning first.

“Trying something new. Like it?” Marcus said, wiping away a stray line of drool on (Name)’s chin.

“I like whatever you do. But I thought you didn’t like public stuff.”

“I still don’t.” Marcus simply said and sat down on the bench.

(Name) didn’t understand Marcus sometimes.

Marcus fanned at himself, starting to complain about the sun cooking him alive.

“I’m lucky I can’t get any darker ‘cause what the fuck, man…” he complained.

“Take your jacket off.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It’ll mess up my style. I had this whole outfit planned and everything. I mean, look at my shoes—it matches the jacket!”

It did.

(Name) simply laughed. “Alright. Enjoy the sun, Mikey.” He said as he got up to return back to practice.

“Ay! It’s because of you those other jocks are calling me Mikey or Mickey! I’m not a mouse!”

“Sorry! I didn’t think anyone else would call you that!”

Marcus simply huffed. He mainly couldn’t wait until he could enact his plan. The kiss was simply to just get it started for later.

Ah he couldn’t wait.

ꕥ

(Name) knew Marcus liked to try new things. Y’know, only live once and all that jazz. But he didn’t know that he’d be into something so… scandalous?

So risky.

“Isn’t this nice?”

(Name) simply huffed, not able to say anything due to the cock in his mouth. They were behind the bleachers—not too far from door that leads to the locker room. When (Name)’s coach called for a thirty minute break, Marcus saw that as his cue to go ahead with his plan.

He had pulled (Name) to the back of the bleachers were no one could see them and forced him to his knees. But the spot they were in was hardly hidden. Someone could just walk up to the locker room door and get a clear view of them.

(Name) was kneeling down on the balls of his feet, forced to keep his balance this way. It wasn’t a good position to try and suck dick at, especially when Marcus was only 5’7 to his 5’10. (Name) wasn’t immediately at face with his cock.

He had to bend a little. Suffice to say, he was uncomfortable sucking dick right now. But he loved Marcus telling him what to do so who was he to stop him.

“Did I tell you that some guys said that you were topping me?” Marcus laughed.

(Name) hummed, pulling away from his cock. “Is that why you’re doing this?”

“Maybe.” Marcus tapped two fingers on (Name)’s lips. (Name) eagerly took them into his mouth—sucking them to lather it up. His cock twitched in his gym shorts as he thought about someone seeing him in this position.

Kneeling down in front of someone physically weaker than him.

“So I thought… maybe I should prove them wrong, y’know? But then it hit me… if they think like that—than everyone else must think like that.”

(Name) wasn’t sure if he believed that. No one could be that weird to care about his sex life.

Marcus hummed as he forced his fingers down deeper (Name)’s throat, enjoying the panicked choke he got from his boyfriend. He dragged them out of (Name)’s mouth. (Name) took a few shuttered breaths as Marcus motioned for him to lay down.

“Pants off.”

(Name) slipped off his pants and boxers as he moved to lay down on the grass. It felt dirty to do so but he didn’t care at the moment. Marcus hummed, deep in thought before he tapped (Name)’s waist.

“Doggy.”

(Name) flushed. He always felt embarrassed during doggy. Marcus always got full view of his ass at this position. It also didn’t help that doggy was the quickest way for Marcus’ cock to reach his prostate.

With a little hesitation, (Name) moved into the doggy position. Just as he was about to try and not think about the fact someone could see him in such position, Marcus slapped his ass.

“Hey, you forgot your move.”

(Name) blushed in full embarrassment as he leaned down more so his ass was in the air and shyly shook his ass. He hated doing it. The first time he ever did it was by accident. He didn’t think Marcus would’ve wanted him to do it everything for doggy.

Marcus had said it reminded him of a cat getting ready to pounce. It was the only time (Name) was ever said to resemble a cat.

“Good boy.” Marcus shoved in his two fingers, gaining a scream from (Name). “Hey, do you want them to hear you?”

(Name) shook his head.

“Your pussy says otherwise. It tightened as soon as I mentioned it.” Marcus laughed, dragging his fingers against (Name)’s wet walls before grazing his prostate.

Marcus loved to call (Name)’s features with feminine terms. Boobs, tits, pussy, cunt. You name it. He didn’t use it all the time. Sometimes he was nice to called them pecs or asshole.

(Name) liked both. But there was something different about his ass being called a pussy. He wasn’t sure what it was.

“I’m surprised they haven’t wondered where you are…. Do you often use these breaks to jerk off? Play with your clit?” He grinned, enjoying the whimper he earned.

(Name) shook his head, gripping at the dirt beneath him. His hole clenched down on Marcus’ fingers. He had never done that but he did usually use the break time to sit in the locker room with the air conditioner.

Marcus pressed against his prostate, teasing it as (Name)’s ass twitched upwards. He loved it whenever (Name) tried to chase the relief. His ass was a sight to see as it bounced at every sudden movement he made.

Maybe Thing 1 was right about his ass… it could rival Mr. Yang’s…

“You think you’re ready?” Marcus asked, continuing his grazes against (Name)’s prostate.

(Name) simply whined, too dumbed out to say anything. He honestly didn’t trust himself to open his mouth without moaning anyway.

Marcus took that as a yes as he slipped out his fingers and grabbed his cock. It was a good size, six inches. But the best part about it was how thick it was. Imagine a soda can.

He slowly pushed inside, moving one hand to grip (Name)’s waist. It took everything in (Name)’s body to not cry out. He bit his lip harshly—digging his fingers into the dirt.

Marcus was antagonistically slow. Dragging his cock in and out of (Name)’s hole. He wouldn’t go fully in—set to just tease his prostate before pulling out. (Name) was going to die if he continued this way.

“You always take me so well. But that’s just cuz you were made for me.” Marcus muttered, pushing down (Name)’s shirt to press soft kisses on his back. His back is sweating, from playing or sex? Marcus hoped it was sex.

(Name) huffed as he began to thrust backwards, hoping that Marcus’ cock will reach in deeper. Marcus simply laughed to himself as he stopped his thrusting—allowing (Name) to continue his lackluster performance.

“Mikey…”

“Yes, baby?”

“C’mon… we don’t have all day… please…”

(Name) was right. They had thirty minutes. It could’ve been thirty minutes already for all they knew. If he didn’t want to play soccer with a raging boner—he needed to cum now.

Marcus frowned. He hoped he could drag this out longer but knew it wasn’t fair to (Name).

“I’ll get you off. We’ll worry about me when your practice is finished,” Marcus said, grasping (Name)’s waist and holding him still as he began to thrust harshly inside of him.

He purposefully aimed for his prostate, enjoying the panicked hiccups (Name) accidentally slipped out. (Name) was struggling to keep his voice down. He could hear his coach saying they had a minute left.

Could he really cum in under a minute?!

Marcus was going to make sure he did though. He didn’t let up with his constant thrusts, reaching down to jerk (Name)’s leaking clock as well.

It doesn’t take too long for (Name) to cum. Before he could scream, Marcus quickly shoved (Name)’s own shirt into his mouth. It muffled it a little but he could still hear someone ask if they heard something.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Marcus pulls out despite his cock twitching for his own release and pulled his boxers and pants on. (Name) stayed on the ground, trying to catch his breathe before slowly moving to put on his pants.

(Name) looked numbed. He certainly looked as if he could fall asleep any minute. Marcus helped him to his feet (with a little struggle but he would never admit that).

“Go back to practice. I’ll be waiting for you,” Marcus said, patting (Name)’s ass. (Name) glared at him before limping away to his teammates.

If anyone asked why he was limping, he’d just say he hurt his leg while playing earlier. Though he was sure a few of his teammates didn’t believe that.

And unlucky for him, it was the few who loved to tell everyone what they knew. At least Marcus plan worked. Everyone was going to know who was truly the top in the relationship.

After practice, when almost everyone had already left, (Name) was changing into his clothes after taking a shower when Marcus walked into the locker room.

A small smirk on his lips.

“It’s time to worry about me.”

A limp walk wasn’t going to be the only thing (Name) went home with. A nice creampie would accompany it~

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╰┈─➤ ＥＮＤ

My comeback! Marcus is so fun to write, I hope you guys like him!! If you guys want, I can do a little fic of how he started dating you 🤭 lemme know!

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[audrey-carr1]

Prize (part 1)

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Henrietta is always one step ahead of Elias, and he hates it. Just when he thinks he has the upper hand, Hetty shows him up once more.

warnings/tags: fem!reader, EliasxReader (I know gross! nothing happens between them though, HettyxReader, AU, everyone is alive!

word count: 1.5k+

Want to read on AO3? Here

You barely have the chance to close the door, before you are pushed up against the wall. Her lips attack yours as her hands grasp your hips. 

“You haven’t even told me your name,” You say when her lips leave yours to place kisses on any open skin. Your knees nearly buckle when she finds a sensitive spot right behind your ear. Your hands reach out to hold her to help steady yourself. 

“You do not need to know my name,” The woman says trying to go back to what she was doing.

“Well, what am I supposed to call out when you have you have me writhing in a fit of passion?” You ask hoping she might say something.

“Oh, she is a cheeky one,” Hetty thinks to herself. 

“I’m sure you’ll think of something, kitten,” The woman purrs in your eye. 

“Do you know how sexy your voice is?” You gasp when she licks the shell of your ear. 

“So I have been told,” She says pulling away from you and bringing you towards her bedroom.

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The first time you met Elias you wish you were a bit charmed. He was a smooth talker, and you enjoyed the attention he was giving you. Against your better judgment, you continued to see him. The two of you have been seeing each other for three months, and Elias takes care of you well. He showers you with gifts and lets you stay in his penthouse apartment while you try to land your big break as an actress. Many times Elias has tried to kiss you, but you dodge them easily. You tell him that it will take more than a few gifts to earn a kiss from you. 

“Oh, you’re playing hard to get. I like this game. Just know that I will spare no expense,” He says one night before leaving the penthouse. 

Though you still weren't sure of him things have been going well. At least until you noticed his face in the paper with another woman on your morning walk.

You snatch the paper from the stand as you study the picture. His arm wrapped around the other woman possessively. The woman's face in a tight smile waving to the cameras. Upon reading the article you realize that this woman was actually his wife, Henrietta Woodstone. The picture was taken at a gala, the same night that Elias sent you long-stemmed roses because he had to cancel your plans abruptly. Upon further inspection of the picture, you realize this is the woman you slept with a week ago. You slept with the wife of the man who has made you the object of his affection. “What kind of twilight zone shit did I get myself into?” You ask yourself.

You return the paper to the stand and continue your walk back to the apartment. You enter the apartment building and make a beeline to the elevator. You barely make it to the elevator when the doors slide back open. As you enter the elevator, you look up from your phone to thank the person who held the elevator for you. You cannot hold back the loud gasp when you lock your eyes with a familiar set of sapphire blue eyes. Losing your senses, your phone slips from your hands. "How much clumsier can I get," You ask yourself.

“Holy shit! I mean you’re…” You can barely form a sentence as you are face to face with none other than the pictured woman from earlier standing in front of you. “You really are beautiful.”

“Oh, so you can form a sentence. It is nice to know that my husband’s mistress is an educated one. Also word of advice, flattery will get you nowhere my dear, especially in your predicament,” The woman quickly bends her knees to pick up my phone and holds it out for me to grab it, “Get in, I believe we are both making the penthouse stop,”  

You grab the phone from her hands and immediately throw it in your purse. You needed both hands free in case she tried to kill you. “Oh my gosh what if she tries to kill me!” You think to yourself. 

The elevator seems to climb ever so slowly to the top floor. The two of you stand in silence, as the elevator climbs to the top floor at what seems like a snail's pace. When the elevator finally does reach the penthouse, Henrietta glides out with ease leaving you behind. 

“Do not dawdle, enter” she drawls, “I do not have time for games.”

You drag your feet from the elevator and enter the penthouse. Your eyes are trained on the woman’s movements as she walks towards the bar. You make your way over to her direction, she is still looking for something behind the bar by the time you approach. 

“Sit,” She says. 

You do as you are told, absolutely captivated by the woman in front of you. If she were turned around, you would be able to see her smirk at your obedience. 

“I am going to have fun with this one,” Hetty says to herself searching for a bottle of wine.

She finally spies the bottle of wine she has been looking for, and grabs it from its shelf. She places it in the quick chiller and grabs two wine glasses and places them in front of us. 

“I assume you are okay with a pink moscato? We might as well have something to enjoy while we talk this out,”

“You want to talk?”

“I believe that is what I said. Now pink Moscato okay? I do not mind chilling another bottle, I am sure he has told you that you can have whatever it is you want,”

“Pink Moscato,” You repeat.

“Oh dear, I believe you must be in shock. Not to worry as you are not the first mistress I have encountered. I will say you are one of the prettier ones,” Henrietta says taking the wine from the chiller and pouring it into the glasses.

“You think I’m pretty?” I ask.

“If you are going to parrot everything I say then-”

You finally snap out of it, “I am sorry. You are right I am in shock, because there is no way I am in a penthouse with the wife of my -”

“Boyfriend?” Henrietta tries to answer for you. 

You make a face and she laughs. 

“You two are not official? Are you some long-term escort or something? Is he one of your top clients? Is that what I was to you?” Henrietta asks. 

“Clients? No! I met him at one of my auditions,” You clarify. 

“You’re a showgirl? This just keeps getting better,” Henrietta downs her glass in one go. 

“Okay, I know you have the right to be the pissed-off wife. I am not negating that, but I need some filler as to what is going on because I think I might have a coronary,” You grab the glass of wine taking a swig.

“Well we do not want that,” Henrietta says pouring herself another glass, “Why don’t I start from the beginning.”

_END_

A/N: I have no clue what I am going to call this! Any ideas? Anyway please do not hate me for the EliasxReader pairing. It isn't and will not go anywhere lol. I am also on AO3 as Deviously_Elegant! I will be posting both here and there.

[empressofthesunwriter]

One Punch Girl! 03

Inspired by One Punch Man!

In a world full of Quirks, you were born quirkless.

However, this doesn’t stop you from defeating villains left and right with just One Punch, all while you just want to eat junk food and watch anime.

What a drag.

Chapter 3: Let’s get sporty, what a drag!

You sat relaxing at a table, chewing your favourite gum, while your classmates prepared for the Sports Festival.

Yes, the day was finally here.

What a drag!

You didn't want to participate at all.

Too much trouble.

Yes, you know, thanks you asked the girls in your class, how the Sports Festival was important for the future, but it's not like you wanted to be a Pro.

You were only in the U.A. as Principal Nezu's guard dog, why should you give you all to win?

All of your classmates wanted to be Pro-Heroes one day, any one of them deserved the first place.

Well, besides Mineta.

The little perv could fall over dead for all you cared.

You made a bubble and let it pop.

Sadly Principal Nezu order you to give your best at the Sports Festival.

He wanted to show your power to scare the villains like this.

So you had to win.

Troublesome!

For a short moment, it got interesting as sexy Shoto declared war on cute Izuku, but then Tenya came in and told you it was time to enter the arena.

Bored out of your mind you followed your classmates.

After you were joined by the other classes, the referee of the Sports Festival was revealed.

It was Midnight.

At least a sexy woman to look at!

All talked about what she was wearing if she was R-rated, and if it was okay to be a teacher.

"Quiet, everyone!", shouted Midnight, whipping her whip. "Representing the students is Bakugo Katsuki."

Okay, this would be surely interesting.

Calm Katsuki walked up the stage and declared how he would take first place.

The other classes called for his head, while your class screamed at him for dragging them with him in this hate.

You just quietly snorted.

Katsuki was fun.

You couldn't wait to see the look on his face when you won.

Of course, you would win this whole thing.

It wasn't even a question and you didn't think this because you were arrogant.

You were just on a whole other level than your classmates.

"Now, let's get started right away.", took Midnight, the microphone. "The first game is what you'd call a qualifier! Every year, many drink their tears here! Now, here is the fateful first game! This year, it's this! An obstacle course race. All 11 classes will participate in this race. The course will be the outer circumference of this stadium--about four kilometres! Our school's selling point is freedom! As long as you stay on the course, it doesn't matter what you do! Now, take your place, everyone!"

So you all walked up to the big red arena door with the three green lights.

Slowly one light after the other got out.

Till the last one and Midnight screamed start.

All ran into the tight tunnel, which caused a mass blockade.

For you, it was not a problem you just jumped over all, which earned you shocked gasps and landed safely outside.

Then you started to race, only a cloud people could see.

Fast you reached a group of big-ass robots and just punched one.

It was destroyed in a glorious rain of metal parts and you ran along.

Wow, still no one behind you.

All were so lame.

Or better you were so fast.

Soon you reached an area with holes, platforms and robes that connected them.

An elegant high jump and you were at the other side.

Still, no one of your classmates or schoolmates was in sight.

It was like you were taking a (dangerous) stroll alone.

Whatever.

Finally, you reached the final obstacle.

A minefield.

For you it was nothing.

You just run over it, even if mines explode under you, but you didn't lose your balance.

Finally, you enter the stadium under the loud cheers of the people.

"I-Incredibal! [First Name] [Last Name] from class 1A finished the obstacle course in two minutes! This has to be a new record!", shouted Present Mic in disbelief.

You just took a tissue out, blew your nose and sat down on the grass.

It would take a while till the others arrived.

So you made yourself comfy and fell asleep.

"Aizawa...are all your students that weird or did they take this up from you?!"

/*/

After what seemed like hours the other winners arrived.

You felt bad when you saw cute Izuku, who made second, looking so devasted.

He had wanted to win.

Maybe you should console him later, somehow.

"The first game of the first-year stage is finally over.", declared Midnight on her stage. "Now, take a look at the results!"

The top four were You, Izuku, Shoto and Katsuki, in this lineup.

The first 42 people who enter the stadium would now participate in the second round.

"The real competition begins next! The press cavalry be all over it! Give it your all! Now then, here is the second game.", said Midnight, while the monitor behind her did his thing. "I already know what it is, but what could it be? What could it be? Cavalry battle! Let me explain. The participants can form teams of two to four people as they wish. It's basically the same as a regular cavalry battle, but the one thing that's different is based on the results of the last game, each person has been assigned a point value."

The point system was simply from the last place 5 till to the first which was Ten million!

All eyes zeroed in on you because if you managed to get your points it didn't matter if you were in last place in the first game, you could win!

A normal person would freak out seeing all these demonic looks their way.

However, you were not normal.

You just stared back with unsettling blank eyes.

You swore some pissed their pants, while others took a step back from you.

Yeah, that's what you thought.

Meanwhile, Midnight explained the rules for this part of the Sports Festival.

In the cavalry battle, each team wears headbands with the total points of its members.

The goal is to grab other teams' headbands within fifteen minutes.

Stolen headbands must be worn from the neck up.

Even if a headband is stolen or a team falls, they are not out.

During the game, using Quirks is allowed, but intentionally trying to make others fall is not allowed and will result in immediate removal with a red card.

Midnight ended her explanation with: "Now, you have fifteen minutes to build your teams. Start!"

And so they did.

You suddenly found yourself all alone.

Yeah, of course, no one wanted to be in the team with the target, your headband, and with the scary girl.

You huffed and looked around.

Oh, what do your eyes see?

If this is not the Indigo-haired boy with the nice ass!

From what you could see, he talked to random people and suddenly they were on his peck and call.

Oh...was this his Quirk?!

A plan formed in your mind and you walked grinning up to him.

"Hello, darling, what a nice Quirk do you have."

You swore he jumped 10 meters into the air before he pointed an angry finger at you.

"You!"

"Me!"

"You are the weird girl from the cafeteria!"

"And you are the weird guy who tried to brainwash me in the cafeteria, right?"

A let out an inelegant curse word.

Tzz, tzz.

"Listen...what's your name anyway?"

"Hitoshi Shinso."

You gave him your name and continued.

"You surely don't want people already know about your powerful Quirk, so I will say nothing if you let me in your team."

"Do I even have a choice?"

"Not really."

So you found yourself as one of the horses, while Shinso was the rider.

Of course, after the cavalry battle started, a lot of teams raced up to you.

You just punched the air and all were dragged back to the other side of the arena.

It goes like this for a little while, till the cavalry battle is over.

To no one's surprise, your team made first place, followed by Shoto, Katsuki and Izuku.

Finally came what you had logged in for.

Lunch-Break!

You eat to your heart's content, filling your bellies with tasty food.

The first half of the Sports Festival was done and you won first place in both games.

If Principal Nezu was not happy, he could kiss your ass.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 3/5

Book Blurb:

From the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Things We Never Got Over

"Your kids are great," he said, changing the subject.

"Don't be sweet. I can't resist sweet," Gianna warned him.

"Your kids are monsters, and I hate your face."

Beckett Pierce is the most eligible bachelor in the nosiest small town in upstate New York. But after his last girlfriend handcuffed herself to his porch and set his welcome mat on fire, he's not looking for any more romance.

Especially if it lands right in his own backyard. And has miles of red hair.

Gianna Decker has her hands full—no, overflowing—with problems. With two kids, a useless ex, and a brand new yoga studio, the last thing on her mind is finding a man who'll demand more of her time.

Fantasizing about her hot, broody landlord? Mistake. Lusting after the sexy mayor of her new town? Terrible idea. Getting naked with the "favorite" son of her father's new lady friend? N-O. Getting involved with Beckett has disaster written all over it.

Those stolen kisses were accidental. A few moments of strings-free, sizzling passion couldn't possibly cause any trouble. At least, not until tempers flare when their families complicate things and the interfering citizens of Blue Moon step in with their special brand of chaos.

Review:

He's the mayor and most eligible bachelor in a small town, she's his new tenant and a yoga instructor who is looking after her kids... they are definitely not each other's type but somehow can't seem to keep their hands off of one another, can they make it work despite everything or are they too different... did I mention their parents are also now dating? Beckett Pierce is the most eligible bachelor in the small town of Blue Moon. Beckett isn't looking for relationship, especially not after his last girlfriend set his welcome mat on fire and handcuffed herself to his porch, yet when he meets his new tenant he's in for a shock. Giana Decker has her hands full with opening a new yoga studio, watching her two kids, and dealing with a useless musician ex. Giana does not have time to fall for another bad boy, especially when he's her landlord and his mother is dating her father. Giana and Beckett are polar opposites and definitely shouldn't be lusting after one another... but one hook up turns into more, but Giana doesn't want to be with someone unless they accept her kids and Beckett is determined to not break up a family... so when Giana's ex comes back into town things are only going to get worse for them. Can they work out their problems or were they never meant to be in the first place? This was a cute small town romance between a grumpy mayor who finds himself falling for a feisty yoga instructor. The main part of this book I liked was Giana and her kids, she absolutely loves her kids even if they aren't her birth children. Giana wanted the best for her kids and did everything to give them a happy life. Beckett on the other hand was why I didn't like this book as much. For someone who is suppose to be super reasonable and grounded like he was in the first book he just kind of jumped to so many conclusions and made decisions for Giana that just left a bad taste in my mouth. Yes he makes up in the end but it just didn't feel earned and after everything he said and did, I just think he needed more groveling and more assessing with everything he did to Giana. The townspeople in this one were sweet and it gave a fun small town romance vibe, I just wish the romance was better done in the end.

Release Date: September 10,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and SOURCEBOOKS Bloom Books | Bloom Books for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[fyodior]

hey flora!!!! okay i’m dropping by because i’m woefully ignorant when it comes to bsd, but i want to get to know you and your man a little better. i’ve gathered that fyodor is a villain (sexy of him, tbh). but what are the vibes of your relationship? the dynamics? the themes and motifs? you can be as detailed or brief as you want—i’m just here to listen your lovely self ❤️

KAE……. u are so sweet to ask me this im sniffling sobbing throwing petals in the air

yes, fyodor (fedya is the fandom given nickname since that’s a typical nickname for men named fyodor in russia) is currently the main villain in bsd and wreaking absolute havoc on everything and everyone around him but i will always love him idc

we’re kind of a complicated couple. on his end it’s a very “i hate everyone and trust no one except for you” type deal, and i did not earn that trust easily. he’s an exceptionally closed off and untrusting man, which ultimately led to his (almost) death recently in the story.

it was a long time from our first meeting to us finally getting together, stumbling into each other time and time again similar to the movie Serendipity, before he finally even considered giving me a chance, and it was a cheesy ass sparks fly moment where not even the evil psychopath fyodor dostoyevsky could deny the chemistry.

we just… fall into place. while he’s not the typical looking beefy scary guy he definitely has that attack dog aura to protect me - he’d kill for me and i’d live for him. we’re kind of yin and yang in that way. he and i are definitely different - he’s very quiet and reserved, where i can be loud and over the top, but to love each other in spite of our differences and even utilize each other’s strengths and compensate for the other’s weaknesses is why we work so well.

i gave him his first ever bj and he was a big fan of that

GAHGHH sometimes i just have such a hard time really putting it all into words bc i see it so clearly in my head and love him so much but we’re both just incredibly complex people that it’s just…. it can be hard to describe. this is total word vomit but thank u so much for asking anyway ily so much kae thank you for caring :”)

[newsie-collective]

Tommy Boy

Hi I know that technically Specs and Tommy tied But I didn't want to make any of y'all to wait any longer I'm so sorry to that one specific person who always reblogs our polls with Specs hype

T/W for transphobia & Refuge talk below the break

Quickfire Favorites

Food: “Pepp’mints! Really like the sof’ ones.”

Color: “Yella. Like the sun. N sunflowers.”

Season: “I don’ have a pa’ticler favorite season.”

Weather: “Sunny. I like sunny days ‘cos then I get to walk ‘round an’ hawk wit’ me fellas.”

Hobby: “Jacobi le’me help in the kitchen once. That was real fun. Wish he woul’ le’me do it again.”

Animal: “Do Blink count? I’on think I knows ‘nough animals to have a favorite.”

Memory: “Movin’ to Manhattan. Ev’ryone was real nice. Finch was gon’ fight ev’ryone that ain’t get my gender right.”

Comfort Item: “I don’t really got one. Ain’t never really had nothin’ to keep.”

Buckle up folks, this one’s real fucked up

Tommy Boy pretends to hate his nickname but it makes him feel fluttery inside. He rolls his eyes and groans and shoves Finch every time he says Tommy Boy/my main man/my home boy/anything else with boy or man. But it makes him giddy and excited

Because he’s a boy

And he knows all the others would fight for him

And that makes him feel real nice

Only knows how to solve things with his fist (but he and Albert are learning together)

He’s also still learning how to take compassion from the newsies. And how to not flinch when the others go to high five or hug him

Because non pain inducing hands on him is weird

He puts his hands in his pockets because he’s scared of hurting his friends or scaring them

He tells everyone it’s so he doesn’t get pickpocketed

Surprisingly good at cooking

Honestly dumb as fuck

Like most of the newsies have either street or book smarts

Tommy has neither

Puts the sexy in dyslexia

Thinks he can do no wrong

Not in a pretentious way 

In a “I just learned I had dyslexia, something I’ve been angry about my whole life, but when someone explained what it was to me, it doesn’t bother me anymore. It’s just a part of me and that’s neat” like a psychopath

Just kinda very aware of the fact that no one is made perfectly, and has come to terms with that

Likes to pull pranks

No longer dumb enough to pull them on Elmer or Davey 

Because they always know

And they know where he hides

And that’s not fair

He’s an angry crier. And he hates it. He hates crying, it makes him feel weaker than he already does when his emotions get the better of him

When he’s only a little mad, he yells to try and feel bigger (it’s a defense mechanism), if it gets worse he starts crying (even though he tries and fights it), and if it keeps getting worse he starts hitting things (he usually turns his anger to trees or punching bags. Inanimate objects. He doesn’t like hurting people), but it’s when he goes silent that’s the scariest. Because no one can tell what he’s thinking or what’s gonna happen. And he just stews in it

Loves music. Prefers music without words, but hates classical music.

When he gets affectionate, he likes holding people (and by people I mean Mush and Specs and Blink and occasionally Finch) but when he gets real deep in his head he needs to be held and his hair played with and just told that everything’s gonna be okay. His head is a dark fucking place. And he sometimes needs help finding his way out.

Jojo used to attack him with cuddles and hugs when he’d get too wound up

That earned Jojo several black eyes when they were first happening

“I love you Tommy Boy”

“Fuck you”

Flirty comments come easy to him. Except when it comes to his partners. They make him so nervous

Was really wary of Les and Davey hanging around, because they felt like outsiders, but Les once roasted Morris so hard that Tommy laughed for at least half an hour. He stayed close to Les when the brothers would come around.

He didn't wanna miss anything else the kid said.

Originally from Brooklyn, but they were too rowdy and angry, he kept getting triggered into panic attacks (and also a few of them kept deadnaming and misgendering him) so he moved to Manhattan

Most of the newsies that don’t know him are intimidated. 

“That’s Tommy from Brooklyn… I hear they kicked him ‘cross the bridge because he was too wild for even Spot Conlon”

Doesn’t care about the rumors. He’s okay with intimidating the people he doesn’t know.

Real fucked up backstory shit:

His birth name was Tamsyn, and he had a twin brother named Thomas. 

His brother was the first person he’d told about feeling more like a boy than a girl. And Thomas was so supportive of him. 

And one day, Thomas disappeared. 

Tommy’s dad wouldn’t tell him what happened, just that Tommy didn’t have a brother anymore. 

And Tommy knew that he was in danger. And he ran away. He stole some clothes to blend in with the newsboys on the street, got sent to the Refuge for three months, where he was kept in the feminine section of the prison.

Tommy was originally sentenced to one month, but he fought against Snyder when he tried to take Bumlets away, once he realized what was happening.

He stood up for others in the Refuge who were getting bullied and abused by Snyder.

He ended up at the Brooklyn boarding house not long after his release. He’d gotten tougher and buff while in the Refuge, and he’d finally gotten some clothes to wear (and keep)

Not many of them were too kind about his transition. Spot had only just become a leader for the boys, and was still trying to get his regime under control. Hotshot was one of the kindest to him, and one of the few he told about leaving.

Spot, Hotshot, and Swipe were the only three he told.

He crossed the bridge to Manhattan, talking to Kloppman about everything that had happened, and moved in that same night. 

He adopted his brother’s name in honor of him, but the others thought Thomas was too hoity toity for a newsie, so they called him Tommy. 

And then he told them that he hadn’t always been a boy, and that’s why he got called Tamsyn and she a lot. 

And so Finch starts his crusade to get everyone to call him Tommy Boy.

I hope y'all loved reading that as much as I loved writing it

Please no one mention how it's been not even a week and we already messed up our timing again

👻

[ericac318]

An Alternate Universe

Summary:

William Bell has been happily existing in an alternate universe, a universe where he met Aria Keating, the love of his life. His plan is to use Aria to keep tabs on his old partner, Walter Bishop. Things don’t always go to plan though … This is mostly self-indulgent fluff/smut William Bell x OC

Chapter 4

Once they were done with their build, the group drove to the theater where Olivia could open a portal back to her universe, allowing her and Walter to go back home.

Bell parked his car before he got out and helped Walter with the device they’d built together.

“Are you sure this will work?” Walter inquired, unsure if he could trust the man who was once his partner.

Bell nodded, “I am as sure as you are.”

Their conversation was interrupted by bullets flying in their direction, causing Bell to move protectively in front of Aria.

“We need a distraction!” Bell yelled as he urged Olivia and Walter to move into the theater, “I can activate this device to buy you two the time you’ll need, but I need you to take Aria with you and keep her safe,” he urged as Aria started to shake her head.

Before anyone could begin absorbing what Bell had proposed, Peter appeared to add another body to their equation.

“Bell, I’m staying by your side. I don’t care if that means that I die tonight,” Aria fought, not caring who was around them or how many bullets were flying around them. “I’ve been away from you once in our time together and I hated it. If you do this alone, it will kill you, but if we activate it together, we might both be alright. I’m willing to take that chance,” she professed.

William thought over her hypothesis before he replied, “You may be correct, but I’m not sure that I’m willing to risk the life of our unborn child on your theory” he stated as Olivia and Walter began to haul the ‘doorstopper’ into the theater allowing Bell and Aria to follow them.

Aria sighed in exasperation, “We can conceive again, but if you die then this is all over, Please William, let me help you,” she pleaded as she took her position on one side of the ‘doorstopper’.

Bell let out a long and exasperated breath as he nodded, “Alright, you can help me, my love. But once they’re through, you need to be ready to run. Don’t look back for me, just go,” he instructed in his way of negotiating with her.

She snuck a wink his way, “I’ll make sure you’re with me,” she added before she looked to Olivia and Walter to signal that they were going to activate it after Olivia turned it on and it on until she, Walter, and Peter made it through.

Olivia nodded as she focused until her doorway was opened. It was just a crack as William had expected. Bell looked to Aria as he focused his energy on the ‘doorstop’, grabbing it and causing her to do the same until all three were through the gateway.

Once everyone was through, Bell and Aria released the tool. Aria grasped his hand and raced them out of the scene of the ‘crime’.

After some hectic racing through the streets, Aria stopped and wrapped her arms around Bell’s neck, “I’m so glad you didn’t die pulling that stunt.” She pulled back and slapped him across his arm, “Don’t ever pull something like that again! Self-sacrifice is not sexy!” she added as she made eye contact with him, pulling him into her embrace.

Bell couldn’t help himself as he felt his lips curl into a smile before a chuckle escaped his lips, “I apologize, my darling. According to my research, self-sacrifice was still a popular way to earn a woman’s unconditional love,” he chose to tease.

Aria shook her head, “I can assure you that it is not. Can you please take our love seriously for a second? You’re going to be a father,” she added as she placed her hands on either side of his face.

“I am very aware of my impending fatherhood,” he replied as he placed his hand on her lower abdomen, “It was the only thing I could think about while we were in danger and being shot at. You seem to be the one having a hard time understanding how our future is changing,” he added while he raised one eyebrow, his deep chocolate eyes staring into hers.

Aria shook her head, “You think I wasn’t scared while we were being shot at while you were talking about sacrificing yourself? You are crazy, my love. I was terrified,” she reached further back until her hand was in the hairs on the back of his neck, “None of that matters now, right? We’re both alive and committed to bringing this child up in the best way we know how.”

“You’re quite right, my darling,” Bell agreed as he leaned forward and placed his lips against hers.

She deepened his kiss almost immediately as the others in the room evacuated, afraid of how intimate this couple was about to become.

The End

[jollytalkerollywalker]

For the most part, Olly didn't get jealous on dates. He was confident in his sexuality and reasonably comfortable in his own skin. Though he had a penchant for dating terrible men, or crushing on unattainable sexy blonde straight men, he tried not to let too much get him down. At the end of the day, if things weren't meant to be, they simply wouldn't be! He liked to keep things as light and jovial as humanly possible, and all he could hope for from tonight was for Teddy to have a nice time.

He'd been nothing but understanding and wholly respectful of the fact that Teddy lacked experience as far as dating men went, and Olly knew that it wasn't an easy thing to put yourself out there the way the other man was doing right now. He admired him for that! It actually only made him all the more charming and endearing to Olly, somehow! Which was saying a lot, given that Teddy was more handsome than could be legally required, and as friendly too!

"I hope this place is okay?" Olly flushed, cheeks tinged pink as he took a seat in the restaurant that he'd chosen for the two of them. The place in question was a personal favourite of Olly and Jude's; Somewhere the two of them went that they knew guaranteed them a quiet, peaceful night where they could tuck themselves away into a happy, quiet corner, as well as a place that ensured them some of the finest food in the city.

Ever the gentleman, Teddy had pulled out Olly's chair and waited for him to be seated before sitting across from him - albeit that he'd seemed a little flustered himself when doing so, but once again he was earning himself heaps of brownie points as far as Olly was concerned!

As he dropped his gaze to take in the menu in front of him - though, there really was no need! Olly knew it back to front by now! - his phone buzzed against the table and he frowned. He hated to have his phone out during outings, especially on dates, but he liked to have it on hand in case of emergencies. Jude could get a little down in the dumps when Olly wasn't around, and he hated to see his best friend hurting. Throwing Teddy an apologetic smile, he pinched his phone from the table and spared a glance at it.

Ah. Mabel Francis. With a shake of his head and a fond smile, Olly swiped away the notification and shoved the phone squarely into his pocket this time.

"Sorry about that. That was so rude of me! Mabel - she's a patient of mine! Well, no, her cat's a patient of mine, actually. Her cat's name is Suzy, and, well, Mabel worries. A lot! She worries about every little thing, so she has my personal number for whenever she has any questions or concerns, ya know? I like to make sure I can reassure her any time that little Suzy's doing just swell!" Olly found himself rambling on, chipper as ever, his tone warm as he spoke of the woman.

[mommyisstressedhunny]

my husband tells me he loves me, but he will go on dating sites. And talk to other women. He tells me that he chooses me. But continues to talk to other women. Ive brought it up over 5 times during our marriage, he said he doesnt care to stop because I "spend all of our money" which Im the one that has a job right now. So I earn it all too, ill buy a couple scratch offs, or $3 breeze vapes, and maybe nails and kids stuff, which I guess he is right, I shouldnt buy anything extra, he also said that he doesnt wanna have a job because of my spending problems. Which to me arent really that big of a deal. Me and my kids deserve things... especially when Im the one who works. He stays home and cares for the kids which is a heaven send. But i work from home.....so he CAN get a job. We have lived in my parents basement the last YEAR because he wont stay at the same place, before changing my jobs I worked at my last place for a year, im so sick of feeling like im not sexy enough for him. Everytime he gets on his phone I wonder what hes doing even right in front of me. its hard because after all that you wonder " why do you stay with him" and the awnser to that question, is that hes my bestfriend, we laugh through our guts together, we enjoy life to the fullest even given our circumstances. I love him, truly deeply love this man. Is that enough to keep doing this. Is that enough to be happy for 60 years. We have 2 kids together 4 in all, and I just always cant help but think that theyll resent me for leaving if i did.

I did a loyalty test on him twice and he failed....its just scary to think about not being in control of the situation and it goes further. When will it be further, will I forgive him again... I hate myself for staying knowing that this is abusive behavior. When hes good he is so good. Like painfully good. makes you completely forget what he just put you through.

He also ALWAYS brings up the fact that I used to be a little hoebag in my teen years, and brings it up in fights all the time....as if i cheated on him that many times .... I was young and stupid, I cant go change it.

i dont think he loves me. I think hes just comfortable with his living situation.

I just wish I could be enough for him.

[scottspack]

eleanor and rogers: broke

madi and silver: WOKE

[honeypiehotchner]

Gravedigger’s Daughter (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- part two

I play with Hangman’s backstory a LOT here lol fair warning. I’m not sure if he really got one in the movie or not (I don’t think he did), but I read that they asked Glen Powell to add some southern charm since he was raised in Texas, so I’ve been running with that. Anywho! Happy reading

Summary: You’re finally back in Fightertown to visit Penny and Amelia, but there also happens to be a group of aviators back at Top Gun. One of which who seems dead-set on wooing you.

Warnings: more shameless flirting, some angst if you squint really hard, and maaaayyybeee a sexy thought or two

WC: 3,498

You contemplate for hours about going back to The Hard Deck that night. But Amelia ends up spending the night at her friend’s house, so you almost have no choice. You can’t stay at home with her and watch movies, so naturally, Penny asks you to join her at the bar. And you’d look incredibly weird to say no.

No aviators are inside when you arrive, surprisingly, but you know they’ll all be along soon. But even without them, the place is packed.

“Hey,” Penny starts, pausing to breathe, “you know I’d never ask, but this was an unexpected rush--”

“Move over,” you laugh, walking around the bar. “What am I pouring?”

Penny smiles in relief and points you in the direction of some patrons she hasn’t gotten to yet.

It’s been a while since you’ve helped her here, but the role is easy enough to slip back into. People want their beer, and as long as you pour it, they’re happy campers. Bonus points if you flash a grin, engage in some small talk, and entertain some flirting from the men.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Penny says once the rush dies down somewhat.

“It’s no problem. How do you manage?” you ask genuinely, turning to someone who just approached the bar with an empty glass. “What’d you have?”

As you pour their refill, Penny answers you. “I don’t know. I really don’t.”

“Here you go,” you hand off the beer, turning back to Penny. “Well. I’m glad I came in when I did.”

“Me too,” she says. “Any idea where all the pilots are?”

“Oh, who knows,” you shrug. “Why? Looking for Mav?”

“Maybe,” she gives you a look, but then her eyes flick toward the door. “Speak of the devil.”

“And he shall appear,” you finish, turning your head to see Maverick has arrived. Along with Hangman, Rooster, Coyote, Phoenix, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy. The whole entourage.

Everyone except Hangman walks to Penny’s side of the bar. Hangman, of course, comes straight to you.

“They’ll let anybody in here, huh?” you call out.

“Ouch,” Hangman replies, sidling up to the bar, resting his elbows on the wood. “That hurts, sweetheart.”

You smile. “What do you want?”

“One for me, one for you,” he grins, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “The usual.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You trying to get your ass kicked again?”

“Maybe,” he muses. “How about you join us for a game of pool?”

“Hmm,” you think it over. “Teams or solo?”

“Whatever you want, darlin’.”

“Bad decision, Hangman,” Maverick comments from the other side of the bar.

“Oh, come on,” you retort. “I haven’t played pool in years, Mav.”

“I doubt that makes any difference,” Maverick replies, sliding onto a stool. “I’ll be keeping my ass up here.”

“Smart man,” Penny comments. “Your usual?”

“Please,” Mav says, smiling sweetly at her. It’s sickening.

“Alright, fine,” you bite, reaching down and grabbing two glasses. “We can play. But I’m supposed to be helping Pen.”

“The rush is done,” she chides. “Go have fun.”

“You heard her,” Hangman quips. “Come have some fun.”

You give him a look before turning around to pour two beers. You wouldn’t be entirely surprised if you turned back around to find he was staring at your ass. You hate that you don’t entirely mind if he is.

You spin back around and hand him his beer, tipping yours back for a drink. “Ready?”

“Whenever you are,” he replies, making you roll your eyes.

You pass the group of aviators and call out a hello, earning greetings in return. When they see where you’re headed and who’s in tow, you hear Fanboy say, “Ohhhh, shit.”

“Lemme guess,” you start, pausing to sit your beer on the windowsill. “You’re the best of the group?”

“How’d you know?” Hangman grins, grabbing a stick.

You take more time than needed picking out your stick and chalk. Maybe it’s hustling, but you’ll call it getting comfortable. “Just figured you’re trying to level the playing field after last night.”

“Maybe,” Hangman shrugs, grabbing chalk. “Want me to rack ‘em?”

“Ha, no,” you reply. “I’ve got it.”

“Please crush him,” Payback says.

“Don’t worry, I will,” you reply, grabbing the triangle rack. “8 ball, I’m assuming?”

You fill in the pool balls, making sure the 10 is in the middle of the third row. You put one on top of the second row, looking up at Hangman. He’s watching you closely, with something in his eyes you can’t quite place.

You jerk the rack and the ball jumps into the final hole, filling the rack and nestling tightly. One of the aviators whistles loudly. That’s a trick you didn’t have to do, but you definitely wanted to.

“Fuck,” Hangman mutters under his breath.

You pull the rack up and hang it back on the wall. “Your break.”

“Thanks, sweetheart, how kind of you,” Hangman smiles, placing the cue ball where he wants it. “Stripes or solids, honey?”

“Your break, Hangman,” you repeat. “Your pick.”

He shoots the ball forward, and immediately a stripe lands in the left corner pocket. “Stripes it is.”

“Stripes are unlucky if you ask me,” you grimace, watching him shoot again.

He lands another ball. “What makes you say that?”

“I’ve only ever played solids,” you smirk.

Hangman lands another. “It’s looking pretty good to me.”

“For now.”

He shakes his head with a smile. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“Gladly,” you grin. He misses. “Ouch,” you echo him from earlier. “Sucks.”

“It’s alright,” Hangman replies, gesturing to the table. “Let’s see how you do.”

“Loser buys drinks?” you ask.

“Sounds good,” he says. “As long as you’re willing to spend some money.”

“Please,” you deadpan. “We’ll see about that.”

“Keep talkin’, honey,” Hangman smirks.

You take your shot and sink a solid pool ball. “That’s one.” You turn and sink another. “Two.” This time, you have to walk around and adjust, but you take another shot. “Three. Four. Should I go for five?”

“If you so desire,” Hangman replies through a clenched jaw. “My wallet is burning already.”

“That’s five,” you pause, looking up at him. “Six?”

He shrugs, but he’s biting back a smile, his tongue curled against his molars.

You purposefully miss the shot, deciding to back off a little. “Damn. Your turn.”

“I was just getting comfortable here,” he groans, feigning annoyance.

“Oh, so sorry,” you frown. “Miss your shot and you can get comfortable again.”

“Nice try,” he replies sweetly, bending down to shoot. “Damn. You messed up the board, huh?”

“Shut up,” you say through a laugh. You grab your beer and take a sip, watching him adjust to get a better angle. He bends over and his pants stretch against his ass. You look for just a little too long and—

“Like what you see?”

Your eyes snap to his and his cocky smile. “Nope.”

He shakes his head. “Dear Lord, woman.” He takes the shot, almost sinking a stripe, but it bounces.

“You’re not doing too good tonight,” you comment.

“You fluster me, sweetheart,” he replies, holding out his arms. “What can I say?”

Rolling your eyes, you shoot and sink your sixth. “One left.”

“Then the 8,” Hangman adds.

“Yes, I know,” you mock. You sink your seventh solid. “Shall I go for the 8?”

“Go ahead,” Hangman says. “I’ve already accepted that I’ll be buying another round.”

You take your shot and the 8 sinks right into the hole. “Looks like you’re right.”

He hangs his head in defeat. “Alright then.” He rests his pool stick against the wall. “Let’s go.”

You turn and see another wave of people entering the bar. “Actually, I probably need to see if Penny needs any help.”

“I’ll keep you company,” Hangman takes your stick and rests it next to his. “Come on.”

You give him a stern look. “Don’t make me ring the bell on you.”

“I’d never disrespect you, darlin’,” he grins.

You walk off before he can catch your smile.

Penny wasn’t going to ask for your help, but you give her no choice before you begin pouring drinks and handing off glasses to impatient customers.

Hangman stays true to his word (not that you were worried) and keeps his mouth shut at the bar. You don’t even realize that you haven’t given him a refill until many minutes have passed.

“Shit, sorry,” you grab his glass. “Totally forgot we came up here for refills.”

“It’s alright, you’re busy,” he replies. “You look good up there.”

You slide his glass across the bar, fighting back a smile, honing your scolding glare instead. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he winks, raising his glass to toast you.

Once the rush dies down again, you stay to help clean glasses. Penny is at the other end of the bar, talking to Maverick, of course. Hangman has remained on this one stool at your end, sipping his beer quietly. His friends have moved to the pool table, and you thought surely he’d join them, but he hasn’t.

“You grew up here?” he asks, though it’s posed more as a statement.

“Yep,” you reply. You evaded his small talk all night so far. It’s no wonder he’d choose this moment to weasel it in. “Moved here when I was just a year old. That’s when my dad was called to Top Gun.”

“Wow,” Hangman says slowly. “You never thought about joining the Navy?”

“Please,” you give him a look, then shake your head. “Absolutely not. It’s not for me.”

“Understandable,” he shrugs. “It’s not for everyone.”

“Is it for you?”

“It’s in my blood,” he says, not mocking, this time more matter-of-fact. “My father was in the Navy, so was his father. My mother’s father as well.”

“Wow,” you reply. “You weren’t kidding.”

“Why would I be?” he sounds defensive, understandably.

“Most guys who say the Navy is ‘in their blood,’” you use air quotes, rolling your eyes. “They’re full of shit. It’s not in their blood; it’s in their ego. There’s a difference. Those guys are absolute jackasses. My dad worked with quite a few.”

“Oh,” he nods. “You can sniff out the bullshit then.”

“From a mile away,” you add, grabbing another glass to wipe down. “You’re cocky, but you’re serious about what you do. I can tell.”

“A compliment like that from Gravedigger’s daughter?” Hangman whistles lowly. “I’ll drink to that.” He takes a long sip, then says, “Wanna join me for some darts?”

You’re mid-pouring yourself a beer and you shake your head. “You never learn, do you?”

“Nope,” he shakes his head, grinning wildly. “And I hope I never do.”

+++

When Hangman finally returns to the barracks at Top Gun, the entire team is camped out in the hallway, outside their respective doors.

“Hangman came home alone again for the second night in a row? Say it ain’t so!”

“I don’t need a song, Fanboy,” Hangman scowls. “What are you all doing out here?”

“Waiting on you,” Coyote says.

“We figured you’d have someone with you,” Payback chimes.

“Where is she?” Phoenix asks.

“At Penny’s, I guess,” Hangman replies, turning toward his door. “When did you become so concerned about who I sleep with? Usually you’re complaining that it’s too loud.” He plasters his famous shit-eating grin on his face, hoping it’ll make them let this go. But it doesn’t.

“That’s just it,” Rooster speaks up. “It’s been quiet.”

“Too quiet,” Bob adds. “It’s weird.”

“Seriously?” Hangman laughs. “Well, if you have to know, Y/N is not here and will not be here. Is that better?”

“Whatever,” Phoenix shrugs, still looking skeptical. “Something’s up with you.”

“Nothing is up with me,” Hangman replies, quickly growing defensive. “I’m getting some sleep. We’ve got another long day tomorrow.”

A chorus of “goodnight’s” follow him into his room until he shuts the door.

It’s true, he’s the Flirt of the group. Even when they were going through Top Gun together, no one said a word about it. Hangman figured this time around would be the same. He’d fly under the radar as he spent so much time with you. No one would think anything of it.

But this change in behavior is suspicious enough for his fellow pilots to catch on. Now they’re certain something is up with him, and well, they’d be right.

The only thing up with Hangman is you. Just, you. He can’t get you out of his head. Ever since you walked into The Hard Deck two days ago, he’s been off his game. Or at least, he’s felt like it.

No one has ever flustered him this way. You spar with him verbally, dodging all his charm and throwing some back at him. You’re quick on your feet, a menace at darts and pool. You understand the life he leads, on a level he didn’t comprehend until tonight. You’re everything he’s been waiting for, everything he’s wanted, and yet.

You’re unavailable. You’ve made it clear that it’ll never happen, that you won’t let it.

You didn’t say you couldn’t be friends, though, so that’s what Hangman has been trying to do, even though he has no idea what he’s doing. He doesn’t know how to be “just friends” — not with someone like you.

But if that’s what he has to do to see you more before you go back to San Diego, and he goes on this mission next week, then he’ll do it. He’ll do whatever you want him to.

+++

You spend the next evening with Amelia, which means you aren’t at The Hard Deck.

Penny texts you and tells you that Hangman is looking for you, but you don’t reply to her. Amelia asked to watch a rom-com, so that’s exactly what you do.

The two of you definitely stay up a little too late considering she has school the next morning, but you don’t care. You know Penny doesn’t mind. But at breakfast the next morning, you pour Amelia a cup of coffee that isn’t decaf.

Naturally, you find yourself at The Hard Deck for the day, helping out Penny with whatever she needs.

The aviators don’t show, but you aren’t surprised. One day of beach football is probably enough, before Maverick gets in trouble even more. You can hear the jets, though, so you know they’re doing maneuvers.

It’s incredibly soothing to hear the engines. You’ve missed it.

The way they rip through the air, rattling your brain. It never terrified you, not even when you were younger.

You can still hear them in San Diego, but it isn’t the same as being here, being this close.

It’s a stupid idea, but part of you wants to see if Maverick might let you visit Top Gun, just for a day. Just to walk around the tarmac, see the planes, feel their wings. Nothing crazy.

“Hey, weird question,” you blurt, getting Penny’s attention. She lifts her head, listening. “Would Mav let me visit Top Gun?”

“Why?” Penny starts to smile.

“Not that,” you chuckle, knowing her mind has gone right to Hangman. “I just miss the planes, I don’t know. I didn’t want to ask him if it’s not allowed. Things have changed since I was a kid.”

Penny smiles sympathetically now, understanding. “He’d love to have you.”

“Maybe once they’re done with whatever they’re here for,” you suggest. “I don’t want to be in the way.”

Penny shrugs. “It’s worth asking. You never know.”

So, you do.

Maverick shows up first, unsurprisingly. He says the rest of the crew are on their way, which you don’t doubt, but you’re glad for a moment alone with him, with no one listening in.

“Quick question,” you start, and Mav raises his eyebrows. “Feel free to say no, by the way,” you add.

“Now you’ve got me worried,” he chuckles. “Spit it out.”

“I don’t know what you’re doing at Top Gun or why, and I know I’m not allowed to know — I’m not asking. I just was wondering if it was possible to visit. Just for an hour, maybe.” He doesn’t say anything, so you continue. “I miss the jets, Mav. I miss them like hell. It’s been so long, and hearing them today,” you pause, shrugging. “It’s stupid, but I feel like I need to hug one.”

Finally, Maverick grins. “Why didn’t you ask sooner?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he replies. “I’ll make a call right now, see if we can’t get you over there tomorrow once we’re done training. I don’t see why it would be an issue.”

“Don’t get yourself in trouble,” you warn.

“Oh yeah,” Maverick laughs. “They’ll love to have you.”

You punch his shoulder and walk off, back to the bar with Penny. True to his word, Maverick steps outside with his phone pressed to his ear.

“Where’s he going?” Penny asks, nodding toward Mav.

“Making some calls,” you explain. “Looks like I might be going to Top Gun tomorrow.”

“Atta girl,” Penny smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Ah, your favorite has arrived.”

“My fav—? Hangman,” you deadpan, looking up to see he’s making a beeline for you.

“Hey honey,” he says, leaning on the bar top with that stupid grin of his. “Where were you yesterday?”

“Watching a rom-com and stuffing my face with ice cream.”

Hangman looks genuinely hurt. “And you didn’t invite me?”

“I was with my niece, idiot,” you laugh. “You miss me or something?”

“Only every minute,” he winks. “You gonna let me buy you a drink tonight?”

“I’ll never say no to free beer.”

“My kind of woman.”

“Your kind of woman is one who breathes.”

“Your point? Are you not breathing?”

You stare at him tiredly, and he starts laughing. The sound is so sweet that you want to shove him, but you don’t. Instead, you pour two beers and walk around the bar, taking the stool next to him.

“How was your day?” you ask, surprising yourself.

“Pretty good, kicked some ass,” he grins. “Maneuvers went well.”

“I could hear you guys,” you reply. “I forgot how soothing it is.”

“To hear the jets?” he questions, eyebrows raised. “Really?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nod seriously. “It’s my favorite thing. I would fall asleep quicker with the jets than I would a lullaby when I was a kid.”

“Damn,” Hangman shakes his head, grinning wide before sipping his beer.

“I told you I grew up in this world,” you reply, just a little confused by his reaction.

“It’s hot.”

“Careful,” you warn.

“Alright, alright,” he backs off. “I won’t say it. I’ll just think it.”

You give him another tired stare, but he winks. You wonder if that’s his way of saying you’re hot again, but without words.

Maverick renters the bar with a triumphant smile, coming straight to where you and Hangman are sitting.

“Well,” Mav starts. “An old friend said he’d like to see you tomorrow.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Who?”

“Rear Admiral Solomon,” Mav says, waiting for it to dawn on you. “Or call sign—”

“Warlock? He’s a Rear Admiral now? I didn’t know he was back here,” your thoughts come out fast. You haven’t spoken to any of your dad’s buddies in years, with Warlock, it’s been even longer. Probably since you were 13.

“Hang on,” Hangman interjects, holding up his hand, his fingers just barely brushing your arm. “Are you coming to Top Gun tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” you say.

“Yes,” Maverick says instead. “She is. But not until after training.” He turns to you. “I’ll text you when to head over.”

“Okay, thanks,” you murmur.

Part of you didn’t expect them to allow it, especially given Maverick’s reputation. Apparently yours as the Gravedigger’s daughter outweighs his trouble-inclined attitude. But now that you have the go ahead, you’re suddenly nervous.

“So,” Hangman says, sounding a little too excited. “Can I give you a personal tour?”

“That’s a great idea,” Maverick says, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Fuck off,” you swat at Mav, who laughs and walks away, heading toward Penny. You look at Hangman skeptically. “You want to give me a tour?”

He puts a hand over his heart. “It would be an honor.”

“I grew up there. I don’t need a tour.”

Hangman sputters for a moment. “Well—”

“I’m teasing,” you nudge his arm. “Sure. If I can handle it, I’d love for you to walk around with me.”

“Music to my ears, sweetheart,” he replies.

“Mhm,” you raise your eyebrows. “Until you realize I know more than you.”

You expect that to start another round of bickering between the two of you, but it doesn’t. Hangman’s reply surprises you. “I already know you do.”

His admittance and blatant honesty makes you smile, and dammit, sit a little closer.

You’re already going back on your own rules, but you can’t help it. Your time is limited here. The end of your time off from work is fastly approaching. You’d rather spend it happily than be miserable, even if that means getting too friendly with a naval aviator who you know is no good for you.