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starbabyg · 2 years

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From the Window | Jack Hughes smut

Warnings; smut, voyeurism (Jack being a lil peeping tom) + also thinking about making this a mini series cause I wanna do different versions of Jack/different outcomes I couldn’t settle on how I wanted this to play out ughh

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You knew he could see you. Your window was in the perfect view shot from his balcony. With its large window panes and no obstructions, he could see right into your room. But you liked that. It became a habit for the two of you. Jack coming out to his balcony to get a glimpse of you as you changed in front of your mirror and window. This daily routine started one early evening as Jack went out to his balcony to get some fresh air, just to sit outside and look at his surroundings. He watched the street, people walking by, until his wandering eyes landed on your bedroom window, and subsequently you changing looking for the perfect outfit.

‘Why the hell is she changing with her curtains wide open?’ He thought as he continued to stare at you while you pondered if the bra you were wearing went with the top that was over it. Your head titled to the side, holding up a couple different tops before you tossed them to the side. Jack felt like a creep, but he was too intrigued with what he was seeing to stop and go back inside. You shook your head, taking off the shirt. The bra just had to go. You slipped off your bra, making Jack’s eyes widen and his cheeks flush, he couldn’t believe what the hell was going on in front of him. ‘Jesus I’m just like that stalker guy from You.’

It was all adorable to you really, you saw the whole thing from the corner of your eye. The little gasp leave his mouth, the disbelief on his face, the way he was contemplating on leaving because he knew it was wrong. You didn’t know him personally, but you always had a little crush on neighbor boy who lived across the street. You’d see him leave his place, walking down the street only to come back with a sandwich from the neighborhood deli. You would catch him running around the block, sometimes shirtless when the weather was too hot. Would you have been completely weirded out if it were any other guy? Yes. But Jack had pretty privilege and you gave him a pass.

You changed into a lacy bralette, it was cup-less but your boobs just looked so cute nice and snug in it. You decided to play a little game with lurking neighbor boy, who never took the bait and made a move. You gave ‘em a nice squeeze, looking at yourself in the mirror before turning towards the window, looking straight at Jack. You pointed at your tits, mouthing ‘This one?’, before slyly taking it off and putting on a mesh balconette. ‘Or this one?’ Jack just stood there, mouth agape. Was this really happening? Or was his mind just that sick and perverted that his voyeuristic tendencies has got his mind seeing things? He blinked a couple times, trying to wrap his brain around getting caught and put in this situation. You rolled your eyes, what is with this boy? Jack just turned his neck and scanned the street, he was so embarrassed he had to look anywhere that wasn’t your bedroom window. But by the time he looked back, you were gone. Maybe he was just seeing what his gross imagination just wanted to see. He sighed before walking inside, he could never show his face on his balcony again.

Jack plopped himself on his couch and ran his hands down his face, recollecting himself after his sicko self just got caught peeping. ‘I’m a sick sick person,’ he thought before a knock on his door shook him out of his thoughts. “Hello—”, Jack was too stunned to speak, seeing the girl from the window there at his front door. In her hands the two bras that she was trying on.

“It’s you, from across the street,” his voice was meek and his cheeks were rosy. He felt his face getting hot. You surely had to be there to call him out for being a pervert. Probably gonna get a restraining order as well. You’d probably be leaving with bruised knuckles and giving him a black eye as a parting gift. And maybe that thought turned Jack on juuuuust a little bit.

“Yup. Me from across the street. It’s you from the balcony. Enjoy the little show?” You had a smug look on your face, enjoying seeing him all flustered.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“You didn’t mean to watch me? You know this isn’t the first time I’ve seen you watch me from your balcony,” You perked up your brow.

“It’s not even like that I just happen to–”

“Happen to be watching me as I change? It’s become our little ritual. Don’t deny tradition,” you teased him. “Can I come in?” You didn’t even wait for an answer, you laid a delicate hand on his chest before playfully shoving him out of the way and making your way to his couch. “You know I asked you a question, why didn’t you answer?”

Jack turned around, still confused that this was truly happening and not just a sick dream, “I didn’t know you knew I was watching you. I look like a creep. I’m kind of embarrassed. Like really.” His hand made its way to the back of his neck as he sorely rubbed it, somehow thinking that would diffuse the tension he felt.

“You’re lucky I’ve always had a crush on you, if you were anybody else I would have marched over and cussed you out,” you poked his shoulder, getting handsy with him, “But back to my question, which bra?” You tilted your head to the side and gave him a sweet smile, holding a bra in both hands.

“I–I don’t know um,” Jack went back to stuttering. He looked down at your chest, your nipples prodding through the thin material of your tank top. Ugh how cute he was in this babbling state.

“You need a little refresher?” You slowly took off your tank top, gauging his reaction as you slipped on the laced bralette once again. “Does this one look cute?” As you asked you trailed a delicate finger up and down the valley of your cleavage. You grabbed Jack’s hand, audaciously placing it on your tit. “Well don’t be shy, how does it look? How does it feel?”

Jack gave it a squeeze, “They’re perfect. Really,” he put his other hand on the other one. Jack didn’t know what good deed he did to deserve to be in this position, but he was thanking God indubitably.

“But do they look better in this one,” you took the bralette off and slowly slid on the straps of the balconette before clipping it in the back. Your breasts sat nicely on the underwire, your nipples being fully seen through the transparent fabric. Little lace flowers adorned all around them. Jack just couldn’t take any more of this teasing.

“I think they’d look better in my mouth,” Jack yanked the bra straps off you, enveloping one boob in his large hand and the other going straight in his mouth. Jack swirled his tongue around your nipple before giving it a harsh suck. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. The pressure he was putting started to make them sensitive to the touch.

“Fuck,” you let out between strained moans, “I never got your name.” Your hand made its way to the back of his head, pushing it as to keep him in that position.

“Jack,” he grunted before moving on to your other boob. “And you?” His tongue was truly something special, with every flick and swish and swirl you were slowly reaching nirvana. Was it possible to orgasm just from nipple stimulation?

“It’s–fuck– y/n.” Your eyes were closed in pure bliss. Nothing has ever felt better for you. This boy was just an angel.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” Jack started to lead kisses down your navel, still squeezing your breasts as to not leave them unattended. After all, they were the star of the show.

You laughed at that, “Cute and corny huh.”

“Shut up, I’m still a little nervous. I can’t believe this is happening all because I got caught looking at you through your window,” he chuckled, giving you a soft bite before tugging down your shorts and underwear. The girls had their play time, now it’s time for mama.

Jack used the pad of his thumb to play with your clit, nice soft circles as he stared at the marvelous sight in front of him, “So pretty, never in a million years did I think I’d get to see the girl across the street splayed out on my couch.” He left a kiss on your clit before diving straight in. The attention he was giving your nipples was directed straight to your punani. This boy was just talented with his tongue. He knew exactly where to lick and how fast to go.

“You’re fucking amazing. I should’ve confronted you sooner if I knew you could give head like this,” you started to grind into his face a little bit, yanking at his auburn locks to gain more friction. If his head were any indication of how good he could fuck then lord were you in for a treat.

“Yeah, you really should have. I could’ve just been fucking you like this everyday,” Jack pulled down his shorts, giving his dick a couple pumps before teasing your entrance. He rubbed his tip on your clit, tapping it a few times before he hastily inserted himself inside of you. At this point you were seeing stars. The way he was hitting the back of your walls, the way he slammed right back into you with each long stroke. You could really fall in love with neighbor boy at this rate. Jack’s hands gripped your hips roughly, using you as something to lean on as his tilted hips snapped against yours. He was drilling you straight into is couch, and you couldn’t help but feel like the ultimate pillow princess with the nasty treatment he was giving you. He looked so sweet and innocent you were surprised at how he fucked you into oblivion.

“You feel so good wrapped around me,” he grunted into your ear before he started leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. Each one given with pressure that would surely leave a mark. Jack sped up his rhythm, giving you that familiar knot in your stomach.

“I–I’m gonna cum. Fuck–” You moaned, gripping his arms and looking Jack straight in your eyes. That look you gave him drove him right over the edge, motivating him to fuck you faster and harder. You tried your hardest not to scream and scare the neighbors, but your mission failed as he hit your G spot. You let out a string of moans as you rode out your high, in a hazy bliss.

“Fuck that was hot,” Jack came shortly after you, the sight of you orgasming doing it for him. “Yup that just solidified my crush on you. Marry me at this point, we can go to the courthouse right now it reopens in five minutes,” he laughed.

“Five minutes? That would make it almost three–oh shit I gotta go,” you remembered the reason why you were getting ready in the first place, you had planned to go to the movies with your best friend. You scribbled down your number on a little note pad Jack had laying around, still topless as you scurried about trying to find those damn bras.

Jack was just lounging on the couch, admiring you in all your glory, still in awe he had his once untouchable muse in his living room. “I think you should go with the lil bralette. Looks cute seeing the little edges poking out from the top and the straps too. In my personal opinion.” Jack handed you the second bra that you were looking for, motioning for you to come closer to him. “Arms up,” he smiled as he placed the bralette over your shoulders and adjusted it so it fit properly.

“Thanks, Jack,” you smiled as you felt his still unfamiliar name roll off your tongue, “Call me sometime.” And with that you rushed out his place and hurried across the street to yours. It wasn’t even five minutes later when you heard the honk of your best friend.

You quickly grabbed your bag and ran outside, still looking a mess from your little rendezvous. Your hair was up in a sloppy bun, no makeup done except for the now smudged mascara around your eyes. You shut your front door, looked up and could see Jack, once again on his balcony, smiling as he inconspicuously gave you a look of knowing.

Your best friend rolled down their window, “Jesus, what the hell happened to you?”

You smiled with a sigh before hopping into the car, “You don’t even wanna know.”

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Ughhhh I wanna write longer fics but I’m not used to posting on tumblr I’ve been a Wattpad girly for almost a decade now for writing sighhh.

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keerysfreckles · 10 months

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his neighbor — peter parker

pairing: tom!peter x f!reader

summary: after everyone forgot who peter parker is, peter had to move into a new apartment. the only problem with the new apartment is his happy-go-lucky neighbor.

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, maybe a couple curse words, a bit of angst (its sad peter okay!)

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being the friendly neighborhood spiderman was easy.

being peter parker however, was quite the opposite.

it's been two and a half months since the world had forgotten who peter is. of course they still remember spiderman, but that didn't make peter feel any better. he misses his best friend. he misses his girlfriend. he misses the avengers. most of all, he misses his aunt may. her death hit him the hardest after the events with the other peters.

going into his empty apartment every night, being met with his bed and bare cupboards didn't exactly lift his spirits.

don't even get peter started about his neighbor across the hall. she always left her apartment when he did, and would be the first to start a conversation. tonight was no different.

"hey peter," y/n smiles towards her neighbor, before turning her key to unlock her front door.

all peter does is send a nod back, making y/n's smile falter slightly. "how was your day?" y/n asks.

"fine," peter grumbles after finally unlocking his door, and he slams it in y/n's face. the action makes the girl jump, even though this wasn't their first interaction like this.

as y/n made her way through her apartment she thought to herself, what could she have done to make peter so upset at her. she's been nothing but nice to him since he moved in a few months ago.

she even gave him a batch of chocolate chip cookies in one of her favorite containers when he first moved in. she still hasn't gotten that container back.

y/n finally drops the topic of her neighbor from her head after sitting on her bed with her favorite series displayed across her tv.

across the hall peter could barely feel his feet. his college classes seemed to last even longer than normal today. but to make his day even better he missed the train after his final class. so the thirty minute walk back to his apartment was really the icing on the cake.

he flung himself onto his twin bed and let out a sigh he knew he was holding in all day.

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the following day was no different for peter. well, except he forgot to unlock his window before he left for his heroic duties.

peter punched the brick wall outside his window, as he clung to it with his other hand and feet. he absolutely didn't have the patience for the mishap. reluctantly, peter swung down the side of the building and was lucky to find his dark blue backpack he keeps hidden away under unused trashcans. he slips the outfit on that was inside the backpack before walking into the lobby of his apartment complex.

peter was so wrong when he thought his neighbor would've been in her apartment at this time of night.

yet here she was, with a grocery bag in hand and a key in the other.

"hi peter," y/n smiled again. her smile faltered before peter could even get a response out. "peter what happened?" she was quick to notice the black and blue mark starting to form around his eye, and the dark red blood splayed across his knuckles.

"it's nothing," peter simply responds.

"peter obviously it's not nothing. do you need help? anything?"

peter turns to y/n, and for the first time since he moved in, he actually looked her in the eyes. they were a different color than he thought they'd be, and he noticed how sincere she actually sounded about wanting to help.

peter hasn't been helped in a long time.

all he does is nod, since he's too scared to speak as his voice might fail him, and tears threaten to spill from his eyes.

peter unlocks his door and hears y/n's footsteps behind him. the girl takes a look around his apartment. the layout is similar to her own. the small kitchen in the corner when you walk in, with an even smaller living room, and barely a bedroom off to the side. the walls were painted a dark blue color, different than original color peter was first met with.

y/n followed peter to his bedroom, where he layed down and let out a hiss, as his back came into contact with his bed.

"where do you keep a first aid kit?" y/n asks, and follows peter's direction as he's pointing to the small bathroom connected to his room. y/n comes back quickly with the first aid kit, open, in hand. "can i?" y/n motions toward the kitchen, in need of water and paper towels. peter simply nods.

less than a minute passes until y/n's back in peter's bedroom, with all the supplies layed out on his bed.

"what hurts?" y/n asks.

"uh- my eye obviously," peter lets out a small chuckle, "my hands and my back."

y/n grabs the liquid ice pack from the first aid kit and is quick to get it in the freezer for peter's eye. she holds out her hand in return for peter's own. she tries her best to be gentle about getting the dried blood off his fingers, noticing the small noises peter lets out due to his pain. y/n can't help but apologize over and over whenever she hears peter's groans.

once y/n's satisfied with how peter's hands looked, she steps back into the kitchen for the ice pack. before stepping back into peter's room, y/n's eyes fell on an all too familiar pink container on peter's counter. her heart warmed seeing it was empty. so he did enjoy the cookies.

no words were spoken as she hands it to peter, before he carefully puts it over his left undereye.

"you uh-" y/n stammers, "you're gonna have to take your shirt off so i can get to your back."

"oh, right," peter remembers. he takes off his stretched out high school t-shirt and throws it somewhere in his room. y/n takes in the gash on his upper back, and the other scars littering his pale skin.

"what happened?" y/n finally asks, now curious to how peter got all these injuries. the new ones and old.

"it's nothing," peter responds, which only gets a small sigh from y/n. she didn't expect a proper answer from him, so she simply went back to making the boy feel better.

just like with his knuckles, she was quick to wipe the dried blood off his skin. which once again resulted in a few muttered curses leave peter's lips, and many apologies by y/n followed after.

as y/n started placing the gauze and tape over the open wound, both y/n and peter could feel the air in the room becoming thicker. y/n brushed off the feeling after running her fingers over the last piece of tape.

"all done," she smiles softly. "how's your eye?"

peter lifts the ice pack off his skin, and the swelling was surely going down. y/n was now sat in front of peter on his bed while running her thumb gently along the bruise. this time peter doesn't flinch from the pain, but from the contact from his neighbor.

"why have you always been so nice to me? when i've been nothing but a dick to you?" peter asks, his voice soft from the close proximity of the two.

"my mom always said to treat people how you'd want to be treated, since you never know what situation they're in," y/n replies, her eyes never leaving peter's.

"my aunt always said stuff like that," peter responded, his voice getting even softer than before.

"i like the way she thinks," y/n smiles.

a moment of silence pssses between the two. "i'm sorry i've been nothing but mean to you," peter breaks the silence.

y/n shakes her head and her eyesbrows furrow, "you have nothing to be sorry about peter."

peter sighs and nods, yet he doesn't believe y/n's words. "are you okay here on your own for a bit?" y/n removes her hand from peter's cheek before standing up from the bed.

peter nods, "yeah, i'll uh come over if i need anything."

for the first time since peter's moved in, he smiled at y/n. y/n could've sworn her heart was going to leap out of her chest right then and there. ignoring the feeling, she simply leaned down and kissed the boy's forehead.

"bye pete," she sent a smile back, before walking out of his apartment and went inside hers.

peter layed back on the bed, and for the first time in almost three months, he had a real smile on his face.

all from his neighbor.

#peter parker #tom holland peter parker #tom holland #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #mcu peter parker #marvel #mcu #tom holland peter parker imagine #peter parker imagine #tom holland peter parker x reader #tom holland peter parker x you #tom holland peter parker x y/n

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bonefall · 7 months

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Talk and/or rant about why you like Bumble from DotC please?

Bumble makes me want to cry. Her story is just... heartbreaking. She's one of the sweetest, most honest characters in the entire series, and the way she is abused by Tom the Wifebeater and denied asylum by the Moor Cats, then murdered for Clear Sky's arc, genuinely makes me feel sick.

But I've talked about that before. Many, many times. Let me celebrate her brief life for this one post, just covering her during The Sun Trail. Her first appearance in Book 2 where Clear Sky murders her, Thunder Rising, is the start of the scene that begins her slow, agonizing death.

I don't only love her out of spite for how she died; I love her because she was a wonderful, warm, confident character, and an excellent friend. She provided relief from the agonizing Settler group, who are insufferably angsty and controlling of each other, and most importantly, space away from Turtle Tail's awful friend, Gray Wing.

The closer that Bumble gets to Turtle Tail, the more confrontational Gray Wing becomes. He starts to hate Bumble, as if she's stealing his Plan B while he spends all the rest of his time with Storm. I'm convinced that the writers (and the fandom sometimes <_<) believe that this is "compelling romantic drama" which makes Turtle x Gray sweeter when it finally happens, but it just makes me feel like TurtleGray is the Bad Ending for every woman character involved.

After a brief appearance as she witnesses the Settlers arrive on the moor, the very first time we get to meet Bumble is when Gray Wing and Turtle Tail are hanging out on some sunny rocks. She's cheerful, outgoing, and curious, wanting to get to know her new neighbors.

Gray Wing, the POV character, immediately makes an incorrect assumption about her weight, thinking she won't be able to climb. She can, just fine, and she plays an Uno Reverse card on how skinny they are lmao

First thing out of her mouth is, "Oh you are SKIN AND BONES!!" Same energy as grandma who is about to make you feel more full than you have ever been in your entire life, considering she's going to open her home to Turts in a couple chapters.

They get into a conversation where Bumble asks where they came from, and why they left the mountains. She remains friendly and open, just enjoying small talk with these total strangers. She's enjoyable and lighthearted, in welcome contrast to the Settler's group which is full of moping, miserable cats.

(and in my live-read I was even frustrated at the time by how it seemed like the Settlers would have 1 or 2 nice moments, and then go back to fighting or brooding. It's unpleasant.)

In this first interaction it's just a glimmer, but it seems that what Turtle Tail LIKES about Bumble is that she makes her feel special. She LISTENS, unlike how Gray Wing is going to be in a couple of chapters.

She likes telling the shocking tale of giant birds to Bumble, and Bumble is happy that they're away from such hardships now. When Turtle Tail turns the questions back on her, Bumble is happy to gush about her life as a house cat.

She loves her people, playing with their children and always having plenty of food, explaining that when she gets bored she comes to the woods for a nice walk. Then, she mentions something very important.

Historically, there WAS no aggression towards outsiders. Cats like Bumble didn't take what they didn't need, and were left alone for it. This first interaction paints the full picture. Bumble wasn't afraid of the Settlers because there never was a reason to be scared.

CLEAR SKY is inventing the borders to aggrieve random cats. Him. His idea. Before him, you could walk through the forest freely like Bumble did.

This is before the arc irrevocably goes up in flames at the end of Book 3 by committing to a Clear Sky "Redemption," and is forced to create One Eye and Slash out of nowhere for Books 4/5/6. Before that absolutely baffling mistake of a choice, it is clear that The Settlers are the problem.

There WAS no Slash or One Eye. They were retconned in midway through the arc to make Clear Sky and The Settlers look less bad.

After this exchange, Turtle Tail dismisses Bumble's way of life and chuckles at a joke Gray Wing makes about how they'll probably never see Bumble again because she'll be afraid of them... but she's thinking about her. It strikes me as being the same kind of feeling as the swirling, murky feeling of a new crush.

Can't get the chunky kitty girl out of her head, can you, Turtle Tail?

We don't see Bumble for a few more chapters, but in her next appearance, it's implied she's been visiting Turtle Tail for a while. Gray Wing sees them sharing a meal. Please note how Turts is immediately defensive. As if she feels like she's being caught in the middle of doing something wrong.

(Tangent: note the constant suspicion and aggression towards Wind and Gorse. who live here.)

Gray Wing is as oblivious as ever. For a character described as "wise" he's incredibly dense towards the feelings of others. Yet, always, ALWAYS, Bumble is cheerful. This brewing animosity is NOT returned, she's happy to see him again.

He tries to recruit her to the moor group and she enthusiastically declines with a "No way! I love my life, actually!"

As soon as she's out of earshot, Here Comes The Confrontation. The exact one that Turtle Tail correctly anticipated when she got defensive earlier;

"You shouldn't have friends I don't approve of, Turtle Tail. It bothers me."

How can I NOT love Bumble? When her primary purpose is to be a friend for Turtle Tail, while Gray Wing is either ignoring her or sending her on guilt trips through this entire book? She's RELIEF for a woman who's being treated like trash, and every time she shows up she's doing something cute or helpful!

(Tangent: This book's pacing is garbage. The next scene is a sudden fox raid where a billion foxes attack the camp, and then the Settlers reveal that they don't know what a fox is. BUMBLE taught Turtle Tail about the danger of foxes. This is contradicted by the later books where there's cats back at the tribe named after foxes and Quiet Rain calls her shittiest son a foxheart. But there's waaay worse continuity errors in this arc.)

Gray Wing, the POV, hates her for no goddamn reason. It's right there on the page that he can't give Turtle Tail an answer as to why she should stop hanging out with her. The two continue to fight as Turts desperately tries to salvage their relationship while Gray Wing finds ways to snap at her or offend her.

I think the next appearance of Bumble is actually the most cringeworthy, though. I get secondhand embarrassment reading this one.

Turts just stayed with her friend overnight, and Gray Wing throws a fit about it, hissing at her that she's using the wrong terms and that she's forgotten where she belongs. Bumble watches this all happen like 😬, and then when Turtle Tail apologizes for this asshole having a conniption, he hisses AGAIN and whines about how he doesn't need to be apologized for.

But Bumble, up to her very last appearance in this book, is helpful and open.

After Gray Wing is nearly slaughtered by Fox at the border on Clear Sky's orders, so he kills him in self defense, causing Clear Sky to disown Gray Wing as his brother, which is the final straw for the pregnant Storm to run off, and then The Pacing Brothers have a casual chat over the still-warm corpse of the dead lackey, the input lag finally sends the signal to Gray Wing's brain that he needs to go find Storm.

It's BUMBLE that tells him where she can be found, as always, cutting through tension. Turtle Tail stays behind because she's understandably fed up with Gray Wing, so Bumble brings him where he needs to go. She guides him through the town, over roads, to the abandoned building where Storm is staying.

Gray Wing whines the whole time because he is a loser.

It's also interesting to me that when Bumble's annoyed with him, she doesn't huff or even get rude. She just glances back, and points out that there's disadvantages to his lifestyle too. You get used to it.

In better books, Gray Wing's POV would be considered unreliable in the end. He's an oblivious jackass whose thickness causes him to treat other people poorly, EXCEPT for his monstrous brother, whose violence and abuse he enables through the entire series. Though he's hailed as a "perfect boy so very full of love," he causes a LOT of the problems in his own relationships and familial dynamics.

Smarter books would encourage you to step back and think critically about the events as he perceived them;

Why did his judgement of Bumble begin to harden as Turtle Tail spent more time with her? Did Bumble do anything to deserve this?

Did Gray Wing's behavior lead to Turtle Tail's eventual decision to leave the moor? Were there other factors?

What are the flaws he can identify about himself? How will he grow from this?

Are there broader problems with The Settlers, which may have influenced the mindsets of both Turtle Tail and Gray Wing?

Unfortunately with Gray Wing, the only thing they identify as a "problem" in how he treated Turts in The Sun Trail is that he spent less time with her, as he pursued Storm. The controlling behavior and frequent arguing, the condescension, and the public embarrassment are NOT treated as negative traits to address as the series goes on.

(they never are. These are not directly addressed in any of the other terrible men in the series; Clear Sky, Bramblestar, Raggedstar, etc. only paternal neglect is condemned. Men are even allowed to beat their kids and it will not be called out.)

And breaking through that lens, you see Bumble. Who is just here to be a person that Turtle Tail needs, a good friend, someone who's confident, self-assured, and LOVES the life that she lives. I can't help but feel joy every time she walks onto the screen in The Sun Trail, because Gray Wing is SO frustrating that I'm rooting for Turtle Tail to go somewhere that she'll be appreciated.

It's as if they NEEDED to invent Tom the Wifebeater, who spawns in like some kind of random event just before Thunder Rising (the humans just... went to the shelter and adopted The Worst Cat. No checks on if he's aggressive towards other cats or anything), so that Turtle would HAVE some kind of reason to leave. Because, as you can see here, she wouldn't have gone back otherwise.

#bumble wc #bumble dotc #gray wing hate #warrior cats analysis #Bumble

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pinguwrites · 9 months

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Cillian Murphy & Characters

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𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲 (𝐫𝐩𝐟)

This is not a reflection of Cillian Murphy's actual life. This is completely separate and is not intended to harm him or his family in any way. DNI if you're a Yvonne hater. This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ oneshots

Sweet, Little Girl | 1k, dark!reader You're Cillian Murphy's next door neighbor. You're young and innocent, and he's an attractive older man—surely he must be the one taking advantage of you . . . right?

A Daughter's Duty | 1.4k, dark!cillian x stepdaughter!reader You’re stepfather has made a habit of sneaking into your room at night to use you, even when you don’t want it.

A Father and a Lover | 1.1k, dark!stepdaughter!reader Cillian Murphy is trying to be a good dad for you. It proves more difficult than he expected.

⸻ drabbles

You milk Cillian of his babies

Your favorite actor flirts with you

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 (𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬)

Peaky Blinders characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ oneshots

In The Light of the Moon | 5k, dark!tommy x innocent!reader Having enough of being mistreated by your family, you decide to runaway to the small town of Birmingham. There, you meet the feared gangster, Thomas Shelby, whose intentions with you are less than pure.

To Lend a Hand | 3.2k, sister!reader After catching your brother masturbating, you decide to go to him for help in a matter you've been struggling with — the art of pleasure, and specifically, how to do it for yourself.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: Tommy takes you from behind

Drabble: Tommy wishes you were his

⸻ series

Black Heart | poc!american!reader, age-gap, slow burn

𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲)

The Dark Knight Trilogy characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ oneshots

You Set My Soul Alight | 5k, enemies to lovers You and Jonathan Crane have always been at odds. One day, Crane comes to you with a plea to enticing to resist, and you find this the perfect opportunity to put him in his place.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: yandere!jonathan kidnaps you

𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 (𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬)

Watching The Detectives characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: you catch your boyfriend Neil eating out his fleshlight

Drabble: dark!neil refuses to pull out

𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 (𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬)

Red Lights characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ oneshots

Our True Nature | 4.4k, psychic!reader Despite your great abilities you've pursued a humble life, looking for others like you. Your search comes to an end when you realize that your professor's assistant, Tom Buckley — the one you've been harboring a secret crush on — is a psychic, just like you.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: Tom can’t help but breed you

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞)

PHOTO COMING SOON

The Edge of Love characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ oneshots

Home Is Where the Heart Is | 9k, future!reader You don't think much of the box when it arrives at your front door. That is, until you open it and are transported decades into the past. There, you fall into the arms of a handsome soldier, who is intent on making you stay.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: William gets needy when he's jealous

Drabble: William fakes a PTSD nightmare

Drabble: dark!william teases and degrades whore!reader in semi-public

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Inception characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: you degrade and overstimulate Rob

Death Junior (only one fic for now)

Robert Oppenheimer (only one fic for now)

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy x y/n #fanfiction #pinguwrites #thomas shelby x reader #robert fischer x reader #robert oppenheimer x reader #death junior x reader #neil lewis x reader #william killick x reader #tom buckley x reader #jonathan crane x reader

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anukulee · 5 months

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Fanfiction Recommendations (pt 3)

Happy Marriage

Most Noble

The Wristwatch

Hanaki

tsukimi recs (masterlist)

JaceVelaryOnsWife (Masterlist)

Klaus-Little Wolf (Masterlist)

1800-Fight-Me (Masterlist)

peachysunrize (Masterlist)

HappilyHerTale (Masterlist)

Endless-InEffabilities (Masterlist)

InLoveWithQuestionableCharecters (Masterlist)

Drunk-Person (Masterlist)

Best Intentions (Tom Bennett Series)

Moonlight

Push and Pull

Secret Teamwork

Please Me (Micheal Gavey) (Ooops I Did It Again)

Fresh Out Of The Slammer Meet Me In The Afterglow

Edge of Desire

The Man Behind The Dragon

Bravery In Love

The Monster and The Beauty

The Nerd Boy (Micheal Garvey)

Alone with You (Micheal Garvey)

Tangerine Dreams (series masterlist)

You & Me.

Hangman'ssunnies (masterlist)

simpforrooster (masterlist)

Winter Wonderland (Mark Reynolds)

Msgexymunson (masterlist)

RainyLana (masterlist)

Ashwhowrites (masterlist)

Eddiesxangel (masterlist)

Aphrogeneias (masterlist)

Jadeylovesmarvel (masterlist)

InknopeWeTrust’s (masterlist)

eiightysixbaby (masterlist)

Jadeylovesmarvelxo (masterlist)

Galaxy-Siren (masterlist)

lavendermunson (masterlist)

It’s You and Me

Last Christmas pt 2 pt 3

Eddie Munson Blurb from @littlexdeaths

Basement Apartment pt 2

Green-Eyed Monster

The Dos and Don’ts Of Faking Dating (Series)

Random Male Characters

All We’ve Ever Known (Multi-Chapter) Remy LeBeau

Remy and Reader Always Fighting (Remy LeBeau prompt)

One of a Kind (Remy LeBeau)

Melting (Remy LeBeau)

Taco Tuesday Nosy Neighbors (Remy LeBeau)

I Don’t Want To Hurt You (Kansaki Charlotte)

Fang Feelings pt 2 pt 3 (Kansaki Charlotte)

Red Velvet (Mike Barnes)

FluffyFantasticDucky (Loki Masterlist)

By Hook or By Crook (Loki Collection Series)

Outwitting the Serpent (Loki)

Tangled Hearts (Mr. Darcy, 2005)

Lost Years (Mr. Darcy, 2005)

Say Yes To Heaven (Shouta Aizawa)

Lendeah (Astarion Author masterlist)

I Want To Please You (Astarion)

POV (Robert Fischer)

Puppy (Loki)

Party Foul pt 2 (Jeremiah Fisher)

Damien Dalgaard x Experimenting!Fem!Reader || Drabble

Compromised (pt 2) [Benedict Bridgerton]

@mochie85 @aesonmae @november-rayne @peacefulpianist @littlejuicebox @lokisgoodgirl @lokisbirdofhermes @lokisprettygirl @eleniblue @lokibug @acidcasualties @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @liminalpebble @skymoonandstardust @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @gigglingtiggerv2 @smolvenger @five-miles-over @lokischambermaid @wheredafandomat @holdmytesseract @jiyascepter @kneelingtoloki-blog @kneelingformyloki @villainousshakespeare

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something-tofightfor · 1 year

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Liminality: Part 1

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Word Count: 6,739

Rating: M - language, mature content, (talk of death and supernatural things, deception, Tom being his usually smarmy self)

Summary: After your arrival in Florida, you've got some things to take care of. First, you need to find a place to live ... then comes the rest.

Author’s note:

I'm so excited to start posting this story. I'm so excited to share more of these two with You. I have no idea how long it'll end up being, but I do have the whole thing outlined, it's just a matter of writing it.

This one is dedicated to @the-blind-assassin-12 - who dropped the idea in my inbox (not sharing that yet because it gives away something important)... and I haven't stopped thinking about it since.

This *is* going to be a spooky story overall - but chapters will be marked clearly with necessary warnings.

This is a set up chapter... but it's necessary. I promise.

Masterlist (for the journal entries and all of the other 'extras')

The phone rang three times before it went to voicemail.

The recording was an artificially cheerful man’s voice telling you that he was sorry he’d missed you, but if you left a short message with your name, a good contact number, and the reason for your call, he’d get back to you as soon as possible. Standard operating procedure. Alright.

Taking a deep breath, you stared toward the window. Maybe he’s showing a house. “Hi, Tom. I’m just calling because I saw one of your commercials last night, and I’m looking for a place to rent.” You paused and stood, pacing as you spoke. “I just need a one bedroom or an efficiency. I’ll be in the Tampa area for at least a couple months for work, so something month to month would be great.” You took another breath and then nodded, deciding that was enough for the voicemail. “If you could give me a call back, I’d appreciate it, even if it’s just to tell me you can’t help me out. Thanks.”

You ended the message with your name and phone number, and once you’d hung up, you tossed your phone back onto the unmade bed, crossing your arms.

Florida was the last place you wanted to be, but after a series of leads hadn’t panned out in a neighboring state, it seemed like your only option. And now I have a few weeks to look into things before … I have to worry.

Your eyes flicked over to the small duffel bag that contained all of your notes and research, along with your laptop. But instead of unzipping it, you reached for your shoulder bag and then your phone - dropping the device into it after turning the ringer on. “I’ll deal with it later.”

Speaking to the empty room, you slipped your feet into shoes and then headed for the door. The area you were staying in was typical for a suburb on the outskirts of Tampa, but you wanted to explore, even if that just meant driving around aimlessly for the rest of the morning.

A few minutes later and based on the results of a quick Reddit search, you were behind the wheel and heading toward somewhere called Carrolwood. As you drove, you thought about the failure in Louisiana, the phone tag you’d been playing with your cousin Alec, and the fact that even after years of searching, you still felt no closer to your goal.

“But at least I have the books.” Groaning as you stopped a a red light, you drummed your fingers against the wheel, shaking your head. “And the website.”

That made you roll your eyes - as it did often - but by the time you’d parked and walked into Foxtail Coffee Co., you were focused again. Even though you left your main research in the hotel, you always carried a notebook and pen with you… and you planned on making the most of the time in the coffee shop.

Once you had your drink - and a breakfast sandwich - you settled in at a table and put your headphones in, reaching into your bag for the notebook and a pen once you’d chosen a playlist. Make a plan. Make another list. Start small. Do what you always do.

Flipping past the previous few days of entries, you stared down at a blank page, chewing on your lower lip.

There wasn’t much you could do until you’d established a home base, and you had no intention of that being a Holiday Inn. You’d be able to take care of the small shopping list you’d jotted down, but there was no point in moving everything into your hotel room and then back out a few days later when you found a place. If I find one.

Leaving Louisiana wasn’t something you’d planned on, and if you were being honest, the sudden change had thrown you off more than any previous pivot in your search had. You’d settle in - and your stress level would drop - over the following few days, but until then, you just had to push through it. Nothing else I can do.

Deciding that you’d start with making a list of potential places you wanted to visit, you unlocked your phone and picked up the pen, tapping it on the page,

Before you could make a search, a call from an unfamiliar number popped up on the screen. It interrupted your song, and after a few seconds, you recognized it as Tom’s. That was fast.

“Hello?” There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then you heard him clear his throat before he spoke.

“Hi, this is Tom Davis. I’m returning a call you made about finding an apartment?” There was some shuffling, and then he continued. “If you give me some more information about yourself and what you’re looking for, I can make a list of properties to show you.”

“Hi. Yeah, that was me.” Taking a sip of your coffee, you watched as a young couple made an order, the man’s arm around a woman’s shoulders. “Thanks for calling back so fast, I figured it would take a while.”

“Nope. I had a client cancel this morning, so I’m free right now.” Lucky me. “Go ahead. Hit me. Tell me what you need, and I’ll see if I can make it happen for you.” Wrinkling your nose at the false excitement in his voice, you closed your eyes. You need a place to stay, and this is a good lead. Just deal with it.

“Like I said, I really only need something for one person. I’m in Tampa doing some research for a book and my website, and my focus is on local tourism. I need somewhere kind of close to a highway, and centrally located based on bigger areas of interest - parks, waterways, museums, things like that. Restaurants and bars are good too, but I’ll have to drive around and find those myself, so … that’s not as important.” You paused, thinking. “My budget’s flexible, and this is going to be really short term… no longer than six months on the long end, honestly, is what I’m thinking. I’ll need a parking space and would prefer air conditioning, but aside from that, it doesn’t matter if it’s an apartment or a loft.”

“Would you be open to renting a room?” He cleared his throat. “There’s a lot of older people around here, and a couple listings I have are for rooms in people’s houses with shared common space.”

“I’ve never done that before. And my hours aren’t exactly set, so it might not be a good idea.” He agreed, humming. “A guest house might work, though. Or an in-law suite on a property? I don’t know if people down here have those or -”

“You know what?” He laughed, the sound the most genuine thing that you’d heard from him. “People do. There’s no way in hell I’d ever want my mother in law livin’ that close to me, but it’s more common than you think.” You heard keys clicking, and a few seconds later, Tom spoke again. “I’ve got a couple listings that might work for you, if you want to set up a time to meet.”

“That fast?” Jaw dropping, you checked the time on your phone. It’s not even eleven yet. “When can you fit me in?”

“Where are you at right now?” He paused and then laughed again. “That sounded weird. Sorry. I work out of Riverbend, not that that will mean anything to you, but depending on how far away you are, I -”

“I’m in Carrolwood at the moment.” You interrupted him, pushing the notebook away. Could it be this easy? “I have no idea where that is in relation to you.”

“You’re only about fifteen minutes away.” He cleared his throat. “I can give you the address of a coffee shop close by and we can meet there and I can show you your options before you decide whether or not you wanna see any of them?”

It made sense. Rather than driving around aimlessly, he was making things easier on you - which you appreciated. “Sure, Tom. Just send me the address and I’ll head there now.”

—

Twenty minutes later, you were parked in the lot in front of a Dunkin’, slowly finishing the remainder of your coffee from earlier.

You were debating over ordering a second - and a donut - when an older model pickup pulled into the lot and turned into the space next to you. Moments later, the same man from the commercial rounded the back of the vehicle, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the end of the bed.

“Here we go.” You got out then, the man’s attention turning toward you and the relaxed expression turning into a wide, lopsided smile as he extended one hand and introduced himself. “Nice to meet you, Tom.”

“Yeah, you too.” His grin widened when you shook hands with him, and then he used his other one to gesture to he restaurant. “Want to go inside? I’ve got my laptop.”

You agreed and when the two of you were seated at a table - fresh drinks for both of you - he opened the device and turned the screen so that you could see it.

Over the next few minutes, he clicked through a short list of available options, and you did your best to pay attention to what he was saying. But I can’t focus. There was something off about him - the falsity of his cheeriness and the speed that he’d been able to accommodate the meeting were somewhat concerning. But maybe I’m just rattled by this whole thing because it’s unexpected. Maybe it’s just a me thing.

“Honestly, I’d probably go for one of these three,” he said, interrupting your thoughts as he pointed to the screen. “MacFarlane, South Tampa and Tampa Heights put you close to 275 and downtown. A couple of my buddies live nearby, and they haven’t complained, either.” He grinned again. “The apartment’s vacant, so we could go see it right now, and the other two have lockboxes with codes, so I don’t need to make an appointment or anything.” He paused and then frowned, holding up a hand. “I don’t want to sound forward, because I’m not trying to be.” Wiggling his fingers, your attention was drawn to the ring on one of them. “But it’ll be faster if we go in one car, and since I know my way around the city…”

“I’d rather drive myself, actually.” You took a drink and then set your cup down, shrugging. “Nothing against you, but if I’m going to be here for a while, I need to get used to traffic and start learning my way around.” He nodded once, the man’s eyes on your face. “Besides, if we drive separate, you don’t have to worry about dropping me off before you get back to whatever else you’ve got going on this afternoon.”

“Makes sense. Just thought I’d offer.” He drained his cup and then returned to the laptop, finally looking away. “I’ll send you the addresses so you have them, but if you want to follow me, that’ll be good, too.” That was fine with you, and once your phone pinged with the list, the two of you stood and headed back outside. “We’ll start with South Tampa first and then work our way back up. Sound good?”

“Yep.” Glancing up at the sky, you took a moment to appreciate the warmth of the sun, and then met Tom’s gaze again. “Sounds perfect.” Maybe in a couple hours, I’ll know where I’m staying for the next few months.

—

The South Tampa apartment was nice, but it didn’t feel right to you - and you told him as much.

“I’m not surprised. This was my least favorite of the three.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. “I personally don’t like that it’s ground level. And a lot of my clients - single women, parents with small kids - don’t either.”

“I just don’t like the size of it.” You pointed down the hallway. “The kitchen’s a closet. And I know I can’t really expect a lot from what I’m looking to rent, but…” That took him by surprise, but then he nodded again, pushing upright.

“Fair enough. Come on. We’ll go to MacFarlane next.” The man locked the door behind you, and when you were in the parking lot again, he spoke up. “You said you were looking for bars and restaurants for work, right?” Confirming, you waited to see what he’d say next. “Couple of my old military buddies own a bar down here called Ironhead’s. You should check it out, maybe you’ll like it.”

“Thank you, Tom.” You pulled your phone out, making a note for later. “Are they the ones that live here?”

“One of ‘em, yeah. Benny lives closer to downtown, but Will and his wife have a place about ten minutes south of here.” He gestured to his truck, unlocking the door. “See you at the next place?”

The drive was short, but it still gave you time to think, the caffeine from both coffees surging through you.

If the apartment that you’d just seen was the worst of the three options, you were in good shape. And if he told me to go see his friends’ bar, that means I have an in with someone that lives in the area. And they might be able to tell me more.

That was all you had time for, your GPS alerting you to the fact that you’d arrived, pulling up just behind Tom in the driveway.

“This one’s new on the market and it’s a studio, but it’s on someone’s property. They travel a lot for work, so you probably wouldn’t see or hear ‘em much.” He typed in the code and then stepped to the side, letting you head in first. “The layout’s not complicated, and I really like all the windows.”

You did, too - sunlight streaming in, soft carpet in the main living space, the bed tucked behind a low wall to give you a semblance of privacy. Not that anyone would visit. “The kitchen’s nice.” You stepped through it and into the bathroom, flipping the switch. “And the shower is, too.” He moved to stand behind you, though he kept some distance.

“This one includes Internet, and it says the TV’s one of the smart models, so you can watch whatever with your own accounts.” That would be helpful, and you told him so, turning back to face the man. “There’s a small covered porch around back, just so if you sit outside and the owners are home, you aren’t in view of the house.”

That got your attention - you liked sitting outside and going over notes, liked looking up at the moon and stars while you worked. And if no one’s staring, that’s even better. “Well this is at the top of my list.” You smiled, taking a seat on the couch and looking around. “What’s the catch?”

“Football traffic.” He sighed. “Noise from the airport.” Oh. Shit. “Season’s about to start soon, so the highways might get a little backed up on game days. And the planes … well that’s self explanatory.”

“Damn.” Frowning, you closed your eyes. “Alright. Well, I’ll keep that in mind.”

You left soon after, you and the man pausing in the driveway while he locked the door, and then Tom turned to you. “The third place is also a guest house, but it’s a little bigger than this one.” He crossed his arms over his chest, eyes on you. “It’s also a little more expensive, but that’s because of the neighborhood.”

“What about it?” Price wasn’t something you were worried about, because you’d purposely given him a lower number than you could afford. “Tom?”

“It’s one of the oldest neighborhoods in Tampa, so it’s got a lot of … shit in it.” He winced. “Sorry. Sometimes I just …” You waved him off and he continued. “More bars. Restaurants. A ton of parks. The river’s right there, but the place you’re looking at is further north than a lot of it.” He scrolled through his phone and then nodded. “You’re closer to Seminole than I thought, which is real close to another of my buddies - Frankie.”

“Another military friend?” He nodded in agreement. “Did you help them all find houses, too?”

“No. Well, Benny, yes. But Will and his wife found their place on their own. Frankie bought kind of on a whim, and went straight through the seller. Pope … is splitting his time between here and where his girl lives, so he’s still living in his parents’ place.” Tom ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll be honest. I’ve only been doing this for a couple years, and I kind of suck at it. I just needed something to keep myself busy after I retired, so I’m still learning.”

You appreciated the honesty, and for the first time, you felt yourself truly warming up to the man. Took long enough. “Well then, Tom, let’s go see this last place. Sounds like it’s got a lot going for it.”

—

You wanted the Tampa Heights rental, and it took everything in you to remain calm about it.

It was almost a studio, but he hadn’t been lying when he said it was larger.

“They converted a poolhouse, I think.” The two of you were in the living room, Tom leaning against a wall while you looked around. “When they filled in the pool, there was no need for it to exist.”

“So they redid this. Smart.” You peeked into the kitchen area, smiling at the sight of the larger refrigerator. “I like that the bedroom’s got a door. This room is bright, and that would make it kind of hard to sleep.” He agreed with you, the man staying put as you stepped into the bedroom, eyeing the setup.

It wasn’t ornately furnished, but the bed looked comfortable. You had a small closet and dresser, and there was a second TV mounted to the wall. I want this place. “Internet’s included here, too.” He called to you from the other room, the man’s voice carrying. “The back of this place has some trees between it and the road, but it shouldn’t be too loud because it’s a neighborhood street. And then you’ve got the private entrance and driveway, and a couple more trees that keep the house mostly hidden.”

“It feels comfortable.” You reentered the room where Tom was, one hand on your hip. “I could see myself staying here.” Wetting your lips, you looked around again. “I think this is it, Tom.”

“Yeah?” His eyes widened. “You sure?”

“I don’t want to stay in the hotel for any longer than necessary, and this place meets my requirements, so yeah. As long as the owners are alright with a short term renter, I think … I’d like to apply for it.”

For the next few minutes, the two of you talked over the process - submitting a background check with your application, getting in touch with the owners, the timeline you hoped to move in during … and then Tom cleared his throat, saying your name. “It’s all contingent on everything coming back good, but a lot of owners like seeing money upfront. So, say you wanted to approach them with three months guaranteed and then month to month afterward for a certain period of time, paying upfront for the first -”

“I can pay upfront.” You held out both hands, raising and lowering your shoulders. “My last book did pretty well, and the website’s thriving, so… Three months plus a deposit is doable, Tom.” He looked surprised at that but made a note of it, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his lips as he wrote.

“Another thing is that Fis… Frankie’s always telling me that when he jumps on the highway to go to and from work, it’s not terrible, and he’s going toward downtown.”

“Yeah? He works downtown?” It was an innocent question, but Tom’s answer floored you.

“No. He’s a pilot, and he works out of an airport south of the city, on Davis Islands?” A pilot? Did I hit the lottery coming here?

“He must not be home much, then.” You took a seat on the couch, looking around again. “Flying out of -”

“He can fly just about anything, but no. He does helo tours so he’s home every day.” Your jaw dropped, head snapping toward the man. “What? Why that look?”

“Tom, one of the notes in my outline for Tampa is to find a company that does tours so I can get a bird’s eye view of different parts of the city.” You laughed. “Unbelievable, right? But I like to include different things when I write about places, and I figured that since there’s so much to see here, that would be perfect.” And I need to see these waterways, so…

“It would.” He eyed you for a few seconds and then nodded slowly. “I have one of his flyers in my truck. I’ll give it to you and then you can get in touch with him and see if he can help you. I don’t know if there’s a referral discount or anything like that, but…” Tom shrugged. “It’ll get you in the air and you don’t need to spend time lookin’ for a different company.”

Dumbfounded, all you could do was stare at him, both hands on your knees. An apartment and a pilot in the same day? What are the odds? “I… yeah. That would be… Thank you.”

He winked at you and then pushed off of the wall, pointing at the door. “If you’re sure about wanting this place, we don’t need to stick around. The sooner I get back to my office, the sooner I can send over the papers for you to fill out and we can get going. It’s Sunday, so we probably won’t hear anything back until Tuesday at the earliest. Then we’d have to wait for the results of your background check, so…”

“Sounds good.” You were excited - more excited than you’d been in weeks, and the urge to get back to the hotel room and start planning was almost overwhelming. “I honestly didn’t expect to find anything so fast, so… this is great.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He locked the door and then led you to the driveway, walking to the passenger side of his truck.”I’ll just need you to text me your email address, and we can get started.” You did that immediately, fingers flying over the keys while he opened the door and reached into his glovebox. “This has the email and the office number on there, but I’m gonna…” He grunted, leaning further into the truck. “I’m going to write his cell number down, too.”

Tom stood back up and faced you, holding out a single piece of paper. You took it, eyes dropping to read what it said - and when you saw the main image, you froze, inhaling sharply. Well there’s something else I wasn’t expecting.

It was a standard flyer - brightly colored and designed to grab a person’s attention.

But the most standout part of it was Frankie himself. Or whoever that is, anyway. Even on paper, the man was attractive, his dark hair and eyes striking. Fly with Fish? Wonder what that’s about. “Lots of options for flights,” you murmured, chewing on one corner of your lip. “He looks … focused.” Glancing back up at Tom, you saw that he was watching you intently, eyes narrowed. Weird, but alright. “Thank you.”

“Let me get a pen, and I’ll give you his personal number. Then you don’t have to go through the -”

“No. This is fine.” Waving the paper, you shook your head. “I appreciate it, but I don’t want to just call someone out of the blue and start asking them work questions on a personal line.” And having his number would be … tempting.

“Your call. Just thought I’d offer.” Tom slipped a hand into his pocket, watching you. “Check your email when you get back to the hotel. You’ll gave paperwork waiting. If you fill it out today, just shoot me a text and let me know and I’ll move it along.”

You agreed, folding up Frankie’s ad and sticking it in your bag. For later. “I will. And thank you, Tom. For helping me out. I’ll be sure to mention you on the site and in the book.”

He laughed at that, reaching out to shake your hand again. “Don’t thank me yet. We’ve still got to make sure you’re approved.” True. You were about to open your mouth again when his phone rang, the man reaching for it without hesitation. “This is Tom.” Holding up a hand and waving as you mouthed the words thank you, you backed up and headed for your car.

You had high hopes for the apartment - you knew your background check would come back without issue and you had the money to cover the down payment. So maybe only a few more days in the hotel. That would be… amazing.

And as you backed out of the driveway, the GPS guiding you back to where you were staying, you couldn’t help thinking about everything Tom had told you about his friends - especially Frankie. He’d specifically mentioned his and Will’s wives, and Pope’s girlfriend. But nothing for Benny and Frankie. That didn’t mean that the pilot was single, but it increased the chances immensely. Not that it matters, though.

You’d had your fair share of short term relationships, hooking up with men while you were staying in a city and searching, but they’d always been with strangers. Not someone that I might need to work with. Eyeing the traffic around you, you rolled your eyes. And he might not even be interested anyway.

Once back in the hotel, you checked your email to see if there was anything from Tom.

There wasn’t - and so you decided to start doing some actual research. You pulled out your laptop and got situated at the small workstation near the window, notes scattered around you as you scrolled.

It didn’t take long for you to get lost in the thing that had consumed your life for as long as you could remember - the search for the line of wolves that had attacked and turned your family upside down nearly 150 years prior.

It wasn’t that none of the wolves had ever been found. Your family had had success - they’d killed the one that turned your great-great-great grandmother almost immediately… but the damage had been done.

As the years passed, and your family learned more and more about the supernatural world that existed only in the worst nightmares of most people, it became clear that just like with regular people, certain creatures made it a point to make the lives of others miserable.

They also often relied on their underlings to carry out their orders, as was the case of your family’s unfortunate involvement.

After being bitten, your 3rd-great grandmother had hidden it from her husband, attempting to deal with it herself. That hadn’t worked, and since she’d been alone and scared for every transformation before anyone had figured it out, she’d done a lot of damage in her town and the surrounding areas to both people and livestock.

That resulted in the need for your entire family line to flee to a new place - uprooting their lives in more ways than one all at once.

Your family had been as accepting as possible of the change in the status quo, but secrecy regarding her condition had resulted in strained relationships long term, even after making attempts to eliminate the wolves responsible. But we could only do so much.

You flipped through your notes again, one finger running down the page margin and lingering on the list of things you were looking for - bites in certain areas, broken bones in the feet and ankles, unusually gruesome remains - and then checked it against the meager information you’d been able to compile from the recent cases in Florida.

When you’d been clued in on the family mission, you’d been skeptical - not that werewolves and other things like them could exist, but that it was possible that one line of wolves was the only one responsible for those types of kills. Because it seems like they’d all do things like this.

Letting out a sigh, you flipped one notebook closed and pulled out a leatherbound one from years earlier - the property of your great, great grandfather - and scanned the small, neat script that filled the pages. Not all of them are bloodthirsty monsters, though.

It had taken some time - your first bitten relative long dead by then - but someone in your family had made contact with other wolves, convincing them to meet and have a conversation before anyone acted rashly.

That conversation was the basis for everything that you were still practicing a century later.

It turned out that multiple packs existed - each of them descended from a unique line that could be traced back to the beginning. Except for one. The woman that had met with your 2nd-great grandfather had been clear about many things, and laying the blame for the bad reputation most wolves had solely on what wolves in the community called the Chaos line was only one of them.

She’d expressed disappointment that your family was seeking out wolves with the intent to end them, but understood the sentiment - because they were looking, too … and had had no better luck overall.

That meeting - and a tenuous working relationship - between your family and that contact’s line had sustained the search for years. But as times changed, the wolves became less willing to work with humans looking to harm their kind. They’d assured your relatives that they would handle it, that they could be counted on, and that they wouldn’t interfere with your search for no reason … but that the sharing of information would stop.

That hadn’t gone over well, but luckily cooler heads on both sides had prevailed. Though you no longer had assistance from your former allies, they kept their distance - and you were careful to ensure that when (and if) you acted on information, you weren’t seeking out the wrong wolves.

In almost 75 years, there hadn’t been a misstep, and you were determined not to be the one that broke that record. “But I also need to find the source of that line.” Covering your face with both hands, you took a deep breath. “And it’s hard.”

You had a sneaking suspicion that Alec was still somehow meeting with one of the wolves and getting information from them, even if it wasn’t consistent. It would have explained how he always seemed to have a new, somewhat established lead, and why the two of you never seemed to be in the same place at the same time. But everyone searches a little differently, so maybe not.

Glancing over at the window, you were surprised to see that the sunlight had shifted, more time than you’d thought passing while you reviewed notes. “Shit.” Swearing again, you checked your email, finding that Tom had sent over paperwork nearly an hour earlier.

It was straightforward, and only took you a few minutes to fill out and send back, along with a text - just liked he’d asked. That done, you decided to stop for the day. Except … You reached for your bag and pulled the folded paper out, climbing into bed and leaning against the headboard while you stared at it.

In all the locations you’d been on your search, things hadn’t ever fallen into place as easily as they had in only one day in Florida. Part of you wondered if it was sign that things were about to go off the rails, but another part of you believed that things were happening because they were supposed to - because you’d finally pieced something together correctly, and were on the right track.

Frankie’s flyer included a website address, and after typing it into your phone’s browser, you spent a few minutes reading through it. It was more detailed - cost breakdowns, sample routes, gift package options and client testimonials were all listed in an easy to navigate format - and you appreciated the effort that had gone into the creation of the site. But even if it was a mess, the fact that he looks like that would make a lot of people overlook it.

His safety record and qualifications were extensive, and even though the majority of the photos on the site had been taken from the air and were of landscapes, there were a few more of him, too. One of them was of the man leaning against the side of a helicopter, a button down shirt open over an undershirt, both arms crossed over his chest.

He was smiling in that one, a genuine expression that made the corners of his eyes crinkle and exposed a dimple on one cheek, and at the sight of it, you acted. Within mere seconds of clicking on the “email for more information” link, you were typing furiously, lips pressed together in concentration.

Hi, Frankie. I was referred to you by your friend Tom this afternoon while he was showing me some apartments. I’m looking to book some flight time with you, but what would work best for me is one of the custom flight plans, I think. I can explain more over the phone, so please give me a call whenever you can. Thanks!

You sent it - along with your full name and phone number - before you could second guess yourself. That done, you exhaled, rubbing your fingers against your forehead. It hadn’t been a wasted day by any means, but you still felt uneasy being idle - even though there was nothing else for you to do.

With a quick glance at the clock, you got up and took the few steps back to your laptop, unplugging it and then carrying it into the bed. I can start making a list of bars and restaurants. I’ll need that.

Starting the same playlist you’d had on that morning, you opened up a spreadsheet and Google, getting ready to settle in, start your list - and figure out something for dinner that night.

But you’d barely added anything to it before your phone rang, the device vibrating on the mattress next to one knee. The number was unfamiliar, even though the area code was the same as Tom’s, so you picked it up, clearing your throat as you answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, this is…” He cleared his throat, too, and then hummed. “This is Frankie Morales, I’m calling you back about the email you just sent me?” You wanted to answer - wanted to let him know that he had the right number and that yes, you were the one that had emailed … but nothing came out when you opened your mouth. His voice. It’s so… it’s so deep and he … he sounds like… “Hey, you there? Hello?”

You’d only seen images of him, but the man’s face paired with the sound of his voice through the speaker of your phone was enough to bring him almost fully to life in your mind. Get it the fuck together. “Yeah, I am, I just …” Closing your eyes and shaking your head, you gripped the device more tightly. “I wasn’t expecting you to call so fast, it’s only been like half an hour.”

He chuckled then, the sound short and quiet, but it made your eyes widen and your lips part in surprise at the same time. I like the sound of that. “Yeah, I’m just getting ready to head out for the day. Finished my last flight and got my girl - the helicopter - ready for tomorrow, so I thought I’d check my email before I left.” Frankie paused, and then spoke again. “And your email was waiting.”

“Thank you for calling back.” Sliding the laptop off of your lap, you leaned back, resting your head against the headboard. “I figured it would be easier to explain what I’m looking for instead of typing, and -”

“A customized tour, right?” You agreed, nodding even though he couldn’t see it. “What area? And when? If you’re looking for a place to rent here, it sounds like you’re going to be sticking around.”

“Probably more than one, to be honest.” You frowned then, thinking. “I’m not even really sure what I want to see, I just know a few different places will be better than…” Trailing off, you closed your eyes. I hate being unprepared. “Is there a time I could come by your office or something? I could explain what I’m looking for and you might be able to suggest things since you live here.”

Frankie didn’t respond right away, and when he did, you heard apprehension in his voice, though it was quickly replaced with confidence the longer he spoke. “I do have an office, but I’m pretty booked out for the next few weeks, and I don’t have much downtime between flights because it’s a lot of prep work. It’s just me right now, aside from my mechanic.” Oh. OK. That makes sense. “But - and you can say no - I’m free tonight if you wanted to meet up and maybe grab a beer or a coffee if you don’t drink? That way I’ll know what you’re looking for and whether or not I can help.”

It made sense - and you’d just offered to do basically the same thing by going to his office. But … “I don’t want to take up your night, Frankie. Thank you though. I’ll just email you details about what I’m looking for and you can call if you have questions.”

“If that’s what you’d rather do, that’s fine.” He paused, but when he spoke again, he sounded determined. “But you wouldn’t be taking up my time. I’m meeting my buddies for a couple drinks, but they’re not off until later… so really, you’d be keeping me busy until it’s time for my my plans.” Buddies? Drinks … could it be…

“Are you talking about the bar your friends own?” Thinking hard, you tried to remember the names Tom had given you. “Benny and … Will?” He let out a breath, the sound registering as startled to you, but he replied right away.

“Yeah. I’m headed to the bar they own after I go home and change and all that. Standing Sunday night thing with everyone.” Glancing at your suitcase and then at the mirror across the room, you contemplated his invitation. “If you met with Redfly today, you must be sorta close.” He said your name, the sound filled with warmth as it reached your ear. “I’ll text you the address. If you decide to come, great. If not, just email me and we’ll figure something out. I can have you drop by during one of my breaks or something.”

He’s not being pushy, he’s just being direct. OK. You agreed, and a few seconds later, you got his message - pulling your phone away from your ear to look at the screen. “Got it. I don’t know how far away it is, though.”

“Like I said, no big deal if you decide not to come, just thought I’d suggest it. He cleared his throat again. “Either way, I’ll get you up in the air somehow. I’m gonna let you go so I can get out of here. Maybe I’ll see you later?”

“Maybe.” He laughed again, and then said goodbye, the phone going dead in your ear moments later. It won’t hurt to see how far away this place is. Opening the address in Maps, you were shocked to find out that you were only 15 minutes from the bar. And he has to go home so that means I’d have time to jump in the shower.

You only gave yourself a minute or two to think about it - and then you were on your feet, digging through your suitcase for a new outfit. Fuck it. I’m gonna do what I came here to do… and if that means meeting Frankie like this, than … that’s how it’s going to be.

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'Horror’s Greatest' – A New Shudder Series from the Producers of '101 Scariest Movie Moments'

The series features interviews with David Dastmalchian (Late Night with the Devil), Joe Hill (Locke & Key, NOS4A2), Tom Holland (Fright Night, Child’s Play), Jenn Wexler (The Sacrifice Game, The Ranger), Dewayne Perkins (The Blackening), Jonah Ray Rodrigues (Destroy All Neighbors), Gigi Saul Guerrero (Satanic Hispanics, El Gigante), Alex Winter (Destroy All Neighbors), Jordan Vogt-Roberts (Kong: Skull Island), Tananarive Due (Horror Noire), Swanthula and Dracmorda Boulet (The Boulet Brothers Dragula) and more.

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One Day at a Time - Ch. 9: Farmer’s Market

Pairings: Dave York x Female Reader

Series Summary: A man washed ashore, with no memory, and no name, finds a home and a life in the middle of nowhere.

Author's Notes: This story has been sitting in my drafts for over a year, waiting for the perfect moment to see the light of day. It wasn't until recently that I found the inspiration to finally finish the last two chapters, thanks to the incredible Keri @absurdthirst. Her story, "Washed Up," struck a chord with me—it had such a similar plot and concept to what I had in mind, and it reignited my passion to bring this piece to life. Keri's writing has been a constant source of solace and inspiration, and I'm endlessly grateful for her creativity and the way she crafts stories that speak to the soul. If you haven’t checked out her work, you absolutely should!

Warnings: Please be aware that this story contains elements of violence, explicit sexual content, and pregnancy. Additionally, there are medical inaccuracies throughout—because I don’t work in the medical field, so please take it all with a grain of salt. Enjoy the ride, and thank you for reading! 😊

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As the months passed, the farm began to settle into a new rhythm. The initial shock and loneliness after Dave’s return to his old life had slowly been replaced by a sense of determination. You were carrying his child, and that gave you a reason to keep moving forward.

With the demands of running the farm becoming more challenging as your pregnancy progressed, you realized you couldn’t manage everything on your own. Tom, your long-time farm hand, had been reliable so as long as you do the morning chores, but even with his help, there were tasks that required more than what you could offer in your current condition.

That’s when you decided to hire an additional farm hand. Nick came highly recommended by a neighboring farm. He was younger, strong, and had a quiet demeanor that immediately put you at ease. From the moment he arrived, Nick proved himself capable, quickly integrating into the daily operations alongside Tom. The two of them worked well together, allowing you to focus more on your work, your health and the upcoming birth of your daughter.

With Nick and Tom managing the heavy lifting, the farm continued to thrive. The vegetables grew strong, the animals were well cared for, and you found yourself with enough energy and time to focus on preparing for the baby’s arrival. One of your projects was turning Dave’s old bedroom into a nursery.

You spent hours each day in that room, painting the walls, arranging the furniture, and folding tiny clothes. It was therapeutic, in a way—a chance to focus on the future, even as the memories of the past lingered in the corners of your mind. As you worked, you often found yourself talking to the baby, imagining the day you would finally meet your child.

One afternoon, as you arranged a set of small wooden blocks on a shelf, you spoke softly to your growing belly, a foot poking out of one side. “Your daddy used to sleep in this room, you know? He’d probably think it’s good that we’re turning it into a nursery.”

You paused, running a hand over your belly, feeling the slight flutter of movement. “I wonder what you’ll be like… I hope you have his eyes, and his smile. He had a nice smile… when he used it.”

The baby kicked again, and you smiled, placing both hands on your belly. “You’re getting strong, little one. I can’t wait to meet you. I hope you like the farm. It’s quiet here, but it’s a good place. You’ll see.”

Meanwhile, your weekends were spent at the local farmer’s market, selling produce and other products created from your humble farm. The market was bustling with activity, filled with the sights, sounds, and smells of fresh produce and homemade goods. It was a welcome distraction from the solitude of the farm, and you found yourself looking forward to it each week.

It was at the market that you first met Rob. An older man with a kind smile and a gentle demeanor, Rob had a way of making everyone feel at ease. He reminded you of your stepfather, who had helped raise you and had long since passed on. There was a warmth in Rob’s eyes, a quiet strength that drew you to him, and before long, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him every weekend.

But beneath Rob’s kind exterior, there was something more—something you couldn’t see. Rob knew more about you than you realized. He had been watching, observing from the shadows, long before you ever went to DC. Rob wasn’t just a friendly face at the market; he was Robert McCall, and he knew that Dave was still alive.

McCall had always had a way of uncovering the truth, and Dave’s supposed death had been no exception. While everyone else believed Dave York was gone, McCall had his doubts. He had tracked the currents, studied the tides, and pieced together the clues that others had missed. When he finally traced Dave’s path to your small seaside town, he knew it was only a matter of time before the past came knocking on your door.

As he got to know you, McCall’s suspicions were confirmed. He saw the way you talked about the man who had been in your life—the man you believed to be just a lost soul who had washed ashore. McCall knew better. He knew that Dave York was more than just a survivor; he was a man with a past that couldn’t be outrun.

Despite his suspicions, McCall had kept his distance, waiting, watching. He knew Dave would return eventually. Men like Dave didn’t just disappear—they always came back, drawn by the ties they couldn’t sever, the connections they couldn’t forget.

One Saturday at the market, as you and Rob chatted about the latest harvest, “You’ve done well for yourself,” Rob said, his tone as warm as ever. “The farm’s thriving, and you’re about to be a mother. It’s no small feat.”

You smiled, appreciating the compliment. “It’s been hard work, but it’s worth it. I just want to make sure everything’s ready for the baby.”

Rob nodded, his eyes glinting with a hint of something unreadable. “You’re strong, that’s clear. But strength comes from facing what’s ahead, not just what’s behind.”

His words lingered in the air, and you felt a momentary unease, though you couldn’t pinpoint why. “Thanks, Rob. That means a lot.”

As you walked away, you felt a slight shiver, as if sensing the undercurrents of something you couldn’t quite understand. But you shook it off, focusing instead on the tasks ahead—preparing the nursery, running the farm, and getting ready for the arrival of your baby.

McCall watched you go, his mind already a few steps ahead. He knew that Dave would return, and when he did, McCall would be ready. But for now, he would bide his time, keeping close, waiting for the moment when the past would catch up with the present.

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Hi! I'm looking to roleplay on discord. I'm relatively new but working on it! 21+, she/her/theys preferred. I try to reply at least once a day (minus two days in the week when i'm offline). Eastern timezone and on late at night. I write descriptive, and match length and vibes.

I'm very okay with dark topics- even looking for them in some fandoms. I love canon x oc!

FANDOMS:

Harry Potter - I will write male or female, depending on the plot. Mainly looking for ocxcanon, but also dramione, fred/hermione, rowena ravenclaw/godric gryffindor, regulas black x marlene mckinnon, sirius black x marlene mckinnon. as well as specifically: siriusxoc, charlie weasley x oc, tom riddle x oc. and YOUNG LUCIUS AND NARCISSA??? honestly i just love harry potter! ask me about my arabella figg x sirius ship (shhh we dont talk about canon here)

Helluva Boss / Hazbin Hotel - Stoliz for the win, obviously. But Lucifer x oc, Vox x oc, adam x oc.

Fortnite - (listen. . . i KNOW this is a hear me out) but hope x jones has my HEART

FALLOUT - the show or the games. I have too many hours logged into fallout 4.

That's Not My Neighbor! - the milkman, need i say more?

Bridgerton - canon couples who? I'll take all the ocs.

Coraline

Scooby Doo - But make it dark

Twilight - I'm borderline millennial leave me be.

A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS - please make me cry with this one.

Kaiju No. 8 - Vice Captain can get it.

STARDEW VALLEY

GHIBLI - a Haku for my Chihro. or Sophie for my Howl.

CORALINE - but age them up and make it darker. thanks.

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malavera · 1 year

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(18+) From the Window Series: From the Gym — Tom Cruise

↳ You’re the young hot neighbor who’s staying with your Aunt for the whole Summer and your Aunt happens to be Tom Cruise’s neighbor and they’re very good friends. You being 26 and still living the life to the fullest, of course you gotta add more spices in life—By being the naughty neighbor towards her Aunt’s 59 year’s old neighbor.

summary: you walk in on Tom’s gym session.

warnings: a bit of a stalker reader, smut, thigh riding, oral m/receiving, facefucking, daddykink, basically porn minors dni! PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

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a/n: arms, just arms. Not proofread yet.

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Does he wanted to peel his skin after touching you? Yes.

Does he wanted to shoot himself in the dick after fucking you? Yes.

Does he wanted to drown himself in a bath full of holy water after pulling such sinful actions with a young girl who could possibly be his daughter? Yes.

But does he regrets it and would do it all over again? No, and probably yes.

“Listen we cannot do this anymore. It was my fault, it’s not right. I should be the adult here, wayyy more adult here, okay? Let’s forget any of this ever happened.” Those are the things he said once he snapped back into reality after watching his cum dripping out of your cunt. All of a sudden a wave of realization crashed into him, he cannot believe of what he just did.

He just fucked his next door neighbor’s niece.

He was being a douche, he left you there against the kitchen counter after pulling his pants up to his hips and proceed his walk of shame towards his bedroom. He could careless about the mess in the kitchen, he just needed to get out of there and breathe—think straight.

You on the other hand was smirking and smiling the whole time. You chose to ignore the words he said while dragging the tissue from your feet up to your thighs—wiping clean the dripping fluid of his from your cunt. Although you weren’t a saint, you’re a nice girl. You cleaned up after him, you cleaned all of the mess you made in the kitchen. He should’ve thanked you, give you kisses and proceed fucking you inside his bedroom. But no, he chose to be a coward and ran away leaving you damp and breathless.

That day turned into 3 days ago.

Every time Tom stepped down the last step of his stairs and tilted his head towards the kitchen, shivers would run down his spine. He hadn’t stepped into his own kitchen ever since that incident. The incident that he consciously pulled. Sighing he told his housekeeper that he would be at the Gym outback, putting on his headphones before he opens the sliding door. Decided that today would be upper body day, he’s just gonna sit on the bench and train his arms facing towards the large mirror against the wall.

The music blasting in his ears didn’t help his mind from drifting off to think about something else, the music flows through the back of his head as if it’s playing behind his back—his mind couldn’t help but wonder about you. Truth be told, Tom hasn’t stopped thinking about you even if he wanted to. There’s just something about you that fascinates him, scared but thrills him at the same time. Maybe that’s what it comes with when you’re a man who’s addicted to adrenaline. The rush of being with someone who’s forbidden, seemed to make him feel challenged even more.

Knocking your knuckles against the door you waited for him to welcome you but instead you’re welcomed by one of his housekeeper’s. “Is mister Cruise home?” You politely asked, holding a basket of freshly handpicked fruits and vegetables that your Aunt told you to give them to him.

“Who are you?” A long island accent flew from the housekeeper in a tone that you thought was rude.

“Oh, I’m Y/N. I live next door with my aunt. She’s a good friend of mister Cruise.” You told with a small laugh to diffuse the tense situation projected from the housekeeper. She’s so hostile, you thought.

“He’s not home.” Your smile faltered.

“Oh well, can I just give you this? We have a fresh garden at our backyard and my aunt wanted me to-”

“No.” They slammed the door closed to your face, ad you cringed in embarrassment. You huffed as you give yourself time to think—there’s gotta be another way to gain access.

You knew he’s home.

You could sense his house is warm when he's in it, you could know that it's cold and lonely when he's not. He is definitely home. You watched him shuffling through stuff inside his bedroom at 4 AM with his blinds closed but you could see his shadows.

So, you improvise.

There's an access to get to his backyard. You discreetly walked down the stairs of his porch, making a left turn to reach the access. His bushes are growing, he intended to let them grow to cover up the backyard's door just for the aesthetic. You had to take off your heels so you wouldn't make any noise, not that anyone inside could hear you anyway. Closing the door gently, you proceed to find access to get inside his house but stopped once you noticed a big shed, basica another house, across his swimming pool.

You tend to lose focus and easily distracted. You even have to snap yourself back to reality, from your mind who's going crazy on what to say and what to do if you finally found him, as You stopped yourself to admire his backyard. He's got a nice pad, you thought.

Bringing yourself towards the shed, you slowly twisted the doorknob—pushing the door open gently. There he is doing a shoulder press using dumbbells that is almost the size of your head. Sweats forming on his forehead, gliding down his delicately tanned skin. His biceps bulging veins, his eyes focused on himself controlling his breath through his mouth. Dear god, he looked so hot—you thought.

You slowly invite yourself into the room, closing the door behind you and making your way towards him. He noticed as you appeared on the mirror in front of him, surprised as he put the dumbbells down and catch his breath whilst unplugging his headphones.

He snapped his head towards you, as you stand there with a smirk. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” He breathed.

“I wanted to give you these.” You nudged the basket on your hands.

“Couldn’t you just drop them?”

You shook your head no with a shrug, “They won’t let me.” You replied, setting the basket down on the table by the door.

“So,” You started, taking a step closer. “Have you always been working out?” You purred, dragging your fingertips on his pumped arms. Tom’s eyes watches the way you drag your fingertips, chest still heaves trying to catch his breath—his sweats never stopped producing. His eyes darted up to meet yours with a scrunched eyebrows.

“Why are you really here, Y/N?” He uttered. You giggled as you decided to settle down on one of his separated thighs, crossing your legs, one arm around his shoulders.

“I wanted to see you, Daddy.” His breath caught in his throat, hearing you said that word which he’s been doing nothing but tried to shake off the thought of your sweet voice calling him that. With his mouth closed, his teeth clenched. He briefly closed his eyes, as he tried to hold down every willpower he has to not have you right there and now.

“Y/N— I told you,”

“I don’t care, daddy.” You pouted, putting another arm around his shoulders—engulfing him. “I want you, I need you. Please, I know you do too.” You purred.

“I know that you know… Once you get a taste of my tight cunt— you’ll be needing more, of me.” You whispered in his ears, grabbing his calloused hands towards your heat underneath your dress. You gasped before you proceed, “Only me.” The whisper of your voice sends shiver down his spine.

Isn’t this the right time to use your morals, Tom? He thought. But, how could he? When you’re sitting there, on his thighs. Wearing a dress with the hem so low he could almost a caught a glimpse of your red lace panties. Your hands holding his against your pussy, you practically grinding on his palm. His middle finger with a mind of its own, pressing against your cunt to give more pressure as you gain more friction.

Fuck it, there’s always a tomorrow. Let’s not do it again, tomorrow.

He crashed his lips against yours, with his hands behind your neck. A hum escaped from your lips as you grab onto his ridiculously soft hair. You adjusted your position on his thighs, straddling him as he laid back to piston his tent against your clothed cunt.

“Mmh, fuck Daddy.” You moaned, grinding your hips. Capturing your lips inviting you for a sloppy kiss, he lets go of your face before he placed his forehead against yours.

“Daddy still have a couple of sets to finish. Why don’t you get yourself off on his thighs while he’s working on another sets?” He growled.

That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard and you’ve ever imagined. You nodded your head vigorously before he lift you up and rip your panties off. Soon, your soaked cunt—he could feel pressed against his bare thighs. “Turn your head a little bit, baby. And watch yourself being a whore for my thighs, disturbing my workout session.” Tom growled before he gave you a slap on your rounded ass as you gasped.

You slowly grind yourself back and forth, biting your bottom lip as you tried to find a friction. Soon enough, you find your rhythm—meanwhile, Tom is working on another set of curling his left biceps. Scrunching his face with grunts from lifting the heavy weight and feeling the way your glistening cunt soaking his thighs. You watched yourself from the mirror with a moan, you couldn’t help but notice a growing tent in his shorts, as your hand went down to palm it.

“Hmm Daddy,” You moaned in his ears, grinding your pussy against his thighs whilst palming his cock as you imagine when this is all over—you couldn’t wait to cum on his cock.

“Please, Daddy, I wanna cum on your cock.” You whined, but not stopping yourself from getting off on his thighs.

“You will, but Daddy’s gotta finish his set, baby. Come on, keep going, fuck that pussy against my thighs first, daddy wants to see how much of a whore you can be for him.” He smirked.

He challenges you, and you accepts the challenge. You stopped yourself from grinding on his thighs and get on your knees. He stopped lifting his weights as he watched you in bewilderment.

“What are you doing?” He breathed.

“Showing you how much of a whore I can be. Keep working on the rest of your sets daddy.” You winked with a smirk. Grabbing the waistband of his shorts, he lifted his hips to help you discard the garment. His cock fully erect by now—slapping against his abdomen, a relieved moan sounded from his throat. You stare at his cock as if it’s the most meal that you’re excited to put in, your saliva practically drooling out from your mouth. You wasted no time getting closer to tend his throbbing thick cock, gliding your tongue from the base up to his angry red tip before you fully engulfed him with the warmth from your mouth.

Tom hissed, gripping the hold of his dumbbell on his thighs. You hummed in satisfaction, liking the feeling of his cock in your mouth. Giving attention to his head, your tongue teases the tiny slit—collecting his precum. Tom’s been grunting and moaning, he couldn’t seem to focus on his sets now—he just wanted to stop and grab your head then fuck your mouth until you couldn’t see sunshine.

You noticed he stopped working on his sets as you peered your eyes up from your lashes. Letting go of his cock, you switch with your hands pumping it. “Why’d you stop, Daddy? Come on. Grab another one, and work on your sets.” Tom groaned, He wished he had a camera with him—or a full crew. He wished he’s watching this whole thing you’re pulling from another person’s point of view. When you stand on your knees, the hem of your dress hunched up to your waist revealing your naked rounded ass that he so wanted to spank until they’re fully red. Veins in his arms popping out due to the heavy weight he’s lifting while his cock is a fully loaded gun.

Tom grabbed onto another dumbbell on his right hand, he puffed in and out a couple of breaths before proceeding his sets. You smirked, spitting on his cock and went back to wrap your mouth around his throbbing tip as Tom growled. You practically devoured him—sloppily, and little did you know he likes it. Your eyes never leaving his watching you and him from the mirror.

Tom would never thought that he could have a girl in between his thighs, sucking on his cock while he’s doing sets. He chuckles to himself feeling satisfied from a certain action that you give towards his cock. When you relaxed your throat to push him further into your mouth and gagging a little bit, that’s when he lost it. A loud moan erupted from his throat, throwing the weights away to gather your hair in his fist and hold you down for a bit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you really are such a whore for me.” He hissed, “Let me fuck your mouth.” And with that he thrusts his hips upwards and start fucking your mouth. You also wished you could watch this pornographic scene of him going feral with your mouth. Tom received noises of your gagging and your choked moan, “Thaat’s a goood girll..” He muttered out a praise. Grunts erupted from his throat as Tom feel himself getting close.

“Sshiit.. I wanna cum. I wanna cum in your mouth, Daddy’s gonna cum in that throat you hear me?” Tom smirked, bobbing your head up and down his cock watching your eyes in the verge of tears with bloodshot red.

Without warning and with a loud moan, he popped off like a bottle of champagne—unloading his strings down your throat. His hips stutter, holding your head still, emptying his load. You being a good girl as you are, swallowed everything even when he pulled his cock out from your mouth you cleaned every drop left.

Tom chuckled breathlessly, “My good girl.”

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