#the idea won't leave my head. plz help

[xhoneygirlxx]

We’re Not Friends

Best Friend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: Eddie is just trying to help when he offers to be your date to your sister's wedding, but with all the love in the air will you and Eddie be able to stay friends?

warnings: lots of angst. reader's family sucks. reader's mom makes a comment about her weight. anxiety attacks. reader has low self esteem. fluff. best friends to lovers. fake dating. modern au. (this is titled after an Ed Sheeran song and I also use another one of his songs in the fic, sue me). slight smut. allusions to sex. alcohol consumption. swearing. minors dni!!!!!!!!!! reader and Eddie are both in their 20's. no y/n used, reader is referred to as Birdie. skin color/ethnicity/body type is not mentioned. spelling errors/shitting writing, just pretend you don't notice lmao. also the venue is completely made up and so is the location if you couldn’t tell, im not that creative.

*if I miss anything plz lmk*

a/n: hi my loves!!!! this is one of the last fics on my birthday fic list!!! I want to thank all of you for being patient and being so so supportive of my work. I love you all so much!!! also I do go back to work on Monday so I'm going to try to get as many fics pumped out by the end of the weekend.

And that's why friends should sleep in other beds

And friends shouldn't kiss me like you do

And I know that there's a limit to everything

But my friends won't love me like you do

The turning color of the leaves create the prettiest backdrop, tall trees blooming with orange, red, and a pinch of brown. The ones that have already fallen to the ground get swept up under the wheels of Eddie's car, lifting up and swirling around in a pretty dance, and falling right back into place waiting for the next car.

Although the crisp fall morning is peaceful you can't help but feel like you're living a nightmare. As he soft hum of Eddie's playlist flows through the speakers, you're coming up with a plan to turn the whole car around.

So far you thought about faking an illness, one that would stop the whole journey in it's tracks, only to dismiss it because you couldn't put your best friend through that stress. The idea of pulling the steering wheel also came to mind but you quickly threw that out of the window, not wanting to cause injury to the innocent man next to you or anyone else. Your final idea was one you're sure you could pull off as long as you used all the power within your being. If you pushed your feet on the floorboard hard enough, you could poke them out like the Flintstones and stop the car that way.

Between science and logic, you knew that wasn't possible no matter how hard you wished it would. Instead you'll stare out the window, watching all the pretty trees dance in the wind while you push down the rising anxiety that's forming in the pit of your stomach.

"You good over there, Birdie?" The deep voice next to you shakes you from your thoughts.

Turning your head Eddie's already looking at you with a lopsided grin. His demeanor matches the landscape outside, relaxed and serene. As you look at him you wish you could trade places, be as pleasant as he is.

"Yeah I'm just tired." Trying to sell him your answer, you smile lazily at him even though your response holds more tension than a game of tug of war.

Turning his attention back on the road, you watch as the pavement moves on the darkened lenses of his sunglasses. Eddie looks pretty like this, even though you always thinks he looks pretty. Usually he would be a grump having to be up this early, but today he wears his smile like a badge of honor. The dark curls of his hair cascade down his back, while some falls over his shoulders.

He's wearing the same red and black checkered flannel he always does this time of year, the same one you said was your favorite three years ago and it still holds that title. Underneath is a plain black tee shirt, the only one he has that's free of any band name, and a dark blue pair of jeans that have no holes.

He's still the same Eddie, his rings still sit on his fingers and his pick still hangs from the chain around his neck, but it seems that he only gets prettier and prettier as time passes by - like the turning leaves that still hang on the branches of the trees that you drive by.

"I think you're worried about this whole wedding thing," His voice is unwavering, screaming "I'm right" like it always does. "I don't get what's so bad about an open bar and free food."

Although his point is valid, Eddie couldn't be more wrong than that. This wasn't just an event to get drunk for free and stuffed to the gills at no charge. This was your older sister's wedding, the same sister that was the apple of your parents' eyes. Veronica was your arch nemesis since birth, a rival that you had no option but to defeat in order to survive.

You were the outcast of the family, the black sheep if you will, and you had to endure eighteen years of nonstop torture because of it. Your parents, Christine and Tim, were nothing but successful. The doctor and his trophy wife, the star couple in your small community, that had two beautiful and healthy children.

However you were the hardheaded child, the daughter that didn't have a bright future, you didn't carry as much promise as Vee, and your parents made sure to remind you of that every day. So when you moved out three years ago, you made sure to distance yourself as much as you could. But when you received a pristine white envelope with a glamorous invite on the inside, you were roped right back into the hell hole you worked so hard to leave behind.

You could've just ignore it, faked that you were on a trip and couldn't make it but your mother pretty much threatened you into showing up. So that's how you ended up in the countryside right outside of Chicago, driving in Eddie's Toyota Corolla to the Jefferson Manner on a Friday at eight am.

"You're right, Eddie, I should be so thrilled by that. Thank you so much for pointing it out to me." It's snippy with a hint of malice, and your eye roll held enough venom to injure an army of men.

Whistling loudly, Eddie chuckles lightly. "Woah, killer. Relax, I was just tryna help." He's still soft despite your outburst, sweet like your pumpkin spice latte that sits in the cupholder.

Hanging your head, you inhale a deep breath and release it slowly. "I'm sorry, Eds. I just really fucking hate my family."

He switches his attention from you and the road, taking in your saddened features. Reaching his right hand over the console, he places his hand searches for yours and laces his fingers through yours, which you gladly except.

"Don't apologize for that, kay? That's a valid reason for you to not want to go, I was just trying to make you laugh." The sincerity in his voice wraps around you, easing the nerves that go haywire in your body.

His palm is warm like the coffee cups that sit in the cup holders, his voice is as calming as the trees in the wind, and his smile is just as pretty as it was the first day you met him. You're safe with him, the safest you've ever been in your life, and here in the front seat of his car he reminds you of that.

"They just make me crazy, s'why I don't like seeing them." You feel shy being vulnerable, refusing to meet his gaze by focusing on tracing the back of his hand with your free one.

Eddie doesn't mind, instead he reassures you with a quick squeeze of your hand. "If it makes you feel any better, Birdie, I like you a little crazy."

Dimples deep as the sea and smile still as delicate as a flower's pedal, Eddie looks like a painting that hangs in the Louvre. You want to capture this moment of him to have for the rest of your life, so no matter what you can always remember him just like this.

"You say that now." You tease and he eats it right up.

Looking back over to you, he shines his smile onto you, filling you up with the light of a million stars. "And I'll say it till the end of time." There's no tease to it, nothing but truth in the way he says it.

It turns you into jelly, the feelings that swim through your blood stream, and now you've become too sheepish to answer. You decided to trust your touch over your words, squeezing his hand the same way he did to yours, trying your best to communicate the feelings you hold secretly in your heart for your best friend.

The cobblestone driveway leading to the entrance of Jefferson Manner is, for a lack of a better word, beautiful. It is a straight drive to the property, but once you get closer, a large fountain sits in the middle where the arch of the circle driveway starts.

Different colored cars are already lined up, some you recognize and the rest you have no clue who they belong to. Either way it's pretty evident that Eddie 2018 Toyota sticks out like a sore thumb.

The same dread that you left 45 miles back, is now running through you again. Unintentionally, you squeeze his hand harder as your heart begins to pound in your ear and if it hurts him he doesn't mention it. Instead, Eddie gives you one, two, three squeezes and then lets you continue your attempt to stop the blood flow to his hand.

Pulling behind the Mercedes Benz S Class, he puts his car into park and then shuts the car off. Reading your expression the way he always does, he sits in the silence of the car with you until your features loosen up.

"You okay, Birdie?" Even though he knows you're not okay, you still appreciate him asking anyway.

Breathe in. This is temporary. Breathe out. This is not forever. Breathe in. I am safe. Breathe out. I am here.

You repeat this to yourself a few times, eyes clamped shut as you focus on your breathing pattern. Once your head is above water and your heart stops racing, you open your eyes back up to the real world.

Relaxing your shoulders, you let go of the grip you're holding Eddie's hand in. "I'm okay. I'll be okay." Despite answering him, it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself of what you're saying.

Another brief pause goes by and Eddie continues to monitor you, sunglasses now removed so not only can he see you but you can see him.

Your gaze is unwavering, the thousand yard stare has fallen over you and you have yet to dig out of it. "Are you prepared for what we're about to walk into?"

The tone of your voice scares Eddie, the emotion being sucked right out of the words that you speak despite the feelings that battle in your mind that he doesn't know about.

"Honey, I'm prepared for anything as long as I have you." For a split second he winces, wondering if that was too cringy but when your face breaks out into a sweet smile he feels better.

The two of you get out of the car, retrieving your suitcases and dress bags from the trunk. When the door shuts you begin to count the steps it takes to get to the big wooden doors of the mansion.

You don't have to ask Eddie for his hand, he's already giving it to you and you gladly except it, gripping on for dear life the closer you get. Despite the beautiful landscape and the soothing sound of the running fountain, you feel like this is the soundtrack that plays before your imminent death.

The tall, thick, wooden doors sit menacingly in front of you, the skeletons of your past standing just right behind it waiting for your arrival. The ghosts that have haunted your dreams, the graveyard of your history, and the phantoms of your family, mingle and laugh right behind this door.

Eddie waits for you, not moving a muscle until you say so, and you silently thank him with a smile. Like a switch, he watches your face change from flight to fight mode. In a flash your looking over your outfit, brushing down the long black sleeved shirt that sits on your torso, and then straightening out the jeans that stick to your legs.

Your hair is the next thing you frantically fix, pushing it behind your ears and out of your face, letting it fall over your shoulders while doing so. Like a buzzing bee, you zone in on Eddie, fixing the collar of his flannel and then smoothing the material of his shirt. With out speaking, you pick off a singular piece of fuzz from his pants and then let it blow away in the wind.

Moving your hands back up to his chest, you center the pick on his chain. Then move his hair, fixing the ringlets that got blown around in the breeze. Once your satisfied, you move back to your spot next to him and sweep his hand right back into your hold. Releasing on more deep breath, you settle your pinched eyebrows and your determined eyes, and let the worst fake smile settle onto your lips.

The smile doesn't reach your eyes the way it usually does, your teeth push against one another so forcibly Eddie wonders if you'll shatter teeth, and you simply look like your in pain. Either way, you push open the big oak door and let yourself inside with him following right behind.

The lobby of the manner is everything you expected, high ceilings, a crystal chandelier, and every single family member of yours gathered around sipping champagne and speaking to each other like a potential client.

Even though it's magnificent inside with the beautiful décor and lively plants, the sight of everyone in their gaudy outfits and cheap laughter makes it feel like an eternal hell.

Eddie must feel the way your shoulders tense because he's quickly leaning into you, his voice just a whisper in the shell of your ear.

"Hey, it's gonna be okay. You have me and I won't let anything happen." He reminds you, his smile is more sympathetic than anything.

Nodding your head you remain smiling, it's awful and it hurts even doing it but if you want to survive the whirlpool of piranhas, then you just have to fake it until you make it.

"If it isn't our lovely Birdie!" The sound of your mother's voice is like silk, smooth and confident, just like she always was. Walking over to you, she holds a champagne flute in her hand and you wonder how much the bubbling spritz cost your father.

The last time you've seen her was last winter, her million dollar smile outshining the Swarovski crystal tree decorations that sit behind her. Your mother has always been beautiful but her insides are rotten, ugly and maggot infested, all hidden behind the mask that she put on for everyone to see.

You gave up a long time ago trying to figure out her brain, finally accepting defeat to the maze that was her mind. Now when you look at your mother all you see is a shell, a hallow covering that has nothing to offer you other than it's pretty design.

Pulling you into a hug, you're hit with her scent. She smells like Dior and cashmere, the Chanel outfit that sits on her body scratches your skin, and the pearl necklace she wears jabs you right in your collarbone.

"Hello mother, thank you for inviting me to such a wonder occasion." You instantly revert back to your old accent, the same one your mother instilled into you from the time you could even under stand the English language.

A faux laugh comes from her bright red lips, "No need for that, darling, you're always welcome." Her manicured hand waves at you in fake genuineness.

The smile on your face continues to show and you hate to think it matches hers. Even with the sweet tone you use and the gentleness of your actions, the blood that runs through your body continues to boil the longer she stands there.

Eddie on the other hand stands next to you completely and utterly amused by your fake performance. The snort he lets out when you continue to use your "eloquent" voice is quickly covered up by a sniffle.

Like a vulture, your mother's eyes are quick to zero in on the curly haired man next to you. "Excuse my daughter for her bad manner of not introducing us, I'm Christine."

The minute her hand reaches out for a handshake, you're heart stops. This is the one thing that could make or break this whole trip and it was the only thing you didn't prepare your best friend for. Many years of your life, you were trained that a handshake is all it takes for someone to learn about you.

Without skipping a beat, Eddie simply picks embraces her hand like a prince out of a Disney movie and places a kiss to the back of her unwrinkled hand.

"What a pleasure to meet you, Christine, I'm Eddie. And might I say how beautiful you are."

He's all dimples and doe eyes staring at your mother, a true prince charming in his red flannel and jeans. His voice is like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day, it's smooth going down your throat and it warms your belly better than any blanket can.

That warmth is now tingling your body, a frenzy of butterflies flapping around in the walls of your heart. It clearly works on your mother as well but unlike you she doesn't hide it very well.

"You're really the charmer, Eddie." It's flirtatious and alluring, the same voice she put on for every pool boy your father ever hired.

Annoyance and anger floods through you and you know that your eyes would be shining green to anyone with a trained eye.

While she clutches her pearls and eyes Eddie like he's a four course meal, you intervene into the conversation before it can continue.

"Where's daddy? I'd really like for my boyfriend to meet him." You bat your eyelashes like a pageant queen and your arm acts like a python wrapping around Eddie's, making a mark on what is yours.

"Oh you're father's around here somewhere, you know how he is." She dismisses, taking a drink from her glass and swallowing down the golden liquid quickly. "So how long have you and Birdie here been dating?"

"It's going to be two years next month. Isn't that right, honey?" Eddie turns to you and gives you a playful smile.

Looking back at him you hope he can see the misery that hides being your eyes, a white flag of surrender.

Your mother on the other hand doesn't care about your answer, that's why she didn't ask you. She's reading Eddie, trying to see how much she can push your so called boyfriend until she gets what she wants.

"Well that's just wonderful, young love is a beautiful experience. You have to be careful with Birdie here, she's known to leave the nest quickly." It's a jab, a spiteful and mean comment headed right for your gut.

Eddie doesn't miss the way you're lips falter for a second, the flash of hurt in your eyes. It kills him watching you stand there and take all the comments from your mother like stray bullets.

Turning his attention back to your mother, he gives her a smile, one that you would know as a wicked one but to a stranger would seem kind. "I don't think that will be a problem. Birdie knows where her home is."

It's a direct warning, a clear sign to your mother to not mess with you or what is yours. Just him sticking up for you like that makes your stomach twist in excitement, a feeling you've grown so used to over the course of friendship with Eddie.

"Well, I'm glad she finally found her place then." Your mother responds coldly, clearly hearing the bite in his tone. "Why don't you two go find your room and get settled in, rehearsal dinner is in a few."

Before retreating into the large crowd of family, your mother turns back to you in one more attack.

"Oh and Birdie, wear something that will hide that stomach. Don't want anyone to assume you've been knocked up."

Once you've found your room, you all but rush Eddie inside slamming the door behind you. In the quiet safety of your suite, you can relax your shoulders that have been sitting high since you've arrive.

"Jesus Bird, you weren't lying." Eddie says as he flops himself on the queen sized bed.

You don't respond, instead you squeeze your eyes shut and try to calm the heaviness of your breathing. Behind the darkness of your eyes, little twinkles of stars flash from how hard you have them closed, the swooshing of your heart continuing in your ears like angry waves of the sea.

Breathe in. This is temporary. Breathe out. This is not forever. Breathe in. I am safe. Breathe out. I am here.

You repeat this to yourself over and over again, trying to erase the cruel words of your mother and the images of disgusted family member's faces out of your mind. You're not sure how long you've been standing by the door until a hand grasps at your wrist lightly.

"Birdie," Eddie's coax goes unanswered, "Come on, Birdie."

Warm calloused hands travel to the plump of your cheeks, lifting your face up just enough that he can see you. Finally opening your eyes, you're relieved to be looking into the golden whiskey pools of his.

Smoothing his thumb over your cheek he doesn't say anything, just lets your breathing calm down. Here you are, in the nice room behind the shelter of the locked door, and he's here.

Breathe in. It's okay. Breathe out. You're safe. Breathe in. You are here. Breathe out. So is he.

It's enough to let your feet move on the plush white carpeting, while Eddie leads you to the bed with the tug of your arm. Sitting on the plush mattress on crisp linen sheets you're grounded, and with the heat of Eddie sitting next to you and his hand in yours, you're anchored.

The rehearsal dinner goes over well enough, the Irish mule helping with every single speech that's given and every horror story of your childhood that is told. Luckily for you, Vee didn't ask you to be in her bridal party so you didn't have to attend the actual wedding rehearsal, and even better you won't have to deal with her for the real thing tomorrow.

Eddie does great at dinner, he talks to your father who surprisingly likes him, both getting along over their love for vintage cars. Your soon to be brother in law and his groomsmen also get along with Eddie, they laugh and cut up most of the time while clinking beer bottles together. Not to mention every single woman there wanted to get into his pants, swooning at everything he said and giving him the 'fuck me' eyes while doing it.

You hated it, every single minute of it. Like always you were ignored, simply looked over until some story was being told where you were ultimately the joke of. Any time someone asked you what you were doing with your life, you were met with cringing smiles and snickering laughs.

Four separate times your mother commented on your dress, the way it fit, the price value of it, and how it really wasn't a good color on you. All of your sisters friends rolled their eyes and whispered back and forth while staring at you, aunts and uncles acted dumbfounded when you told them that you were a freelance writer for a small music magazine back in Indy, and your cousins made comments about how badly you look since the last time you saw them.

It didn't matter anyway, even if your sister asked how you managed to get a stand up guy like Eddie to agree to be with you, in front of all of the guests. You had to remind yourself that you were there for the free booze and food or whatever the hell Eddie said in the car on the way here.

This wasn't a popularity contest for you, it was simply you being forced to do something against your wishes because your mother said so. You asked yourself why you even listened to her in the first place while letting the brown liquor burn in your stomach.

Why was it so important that you even showed up here? Why did you have to come to the awarding ceremony of favorite kid when you knew you weren't going to win? Why would you even set yourself up for such failure just because your mom said so?

Well, you're answer came when a flushed faced Eddie was laughing with your grandparents at one of the round tables in the corner. His eyes crinkled at the sides and his head was leaned back so you had a clear view of the neck you loved so much.

Then you looked over at your sweet looking grandparents who laughed loudly at whatever was said. Your grandmother had her hands on her cheeks, shaking her head back and forth, and beaming brightly. Your grandfather smiled around his cigar, big round belly jumping with laugher, and his cheeks smooshing up against the frames of his big glasses.

You didn't come here to win a competition. You didn't come here because your mother threatened you within an inch of your life if you didn't. You didn't come here because you thought it would be fun.

You showed up because you wanted to prove to the people who doubted you for so long just how happy you were. You wanted to prove that happiness doesn't come from the amount of money in your account or how many rooms sit in your house. You came here because you wanted to prove that they were wrong, that the grass on the other side of the fence could be green too, and that someone who grew up differently that you could still do amazing things.

Eddie was someone that your father would've had you kicked out over bringing him home in high school. Eddie was the boy your mother would tell you to stay far away from. Eddie was the kind of guy that your sister wouldn't look twice at because of who he was.

But right now, during the beautiful dinner the night before your sister's wedding, your best friend/fake boyfriend has them all wrapped around his guitar calloused finger.

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Not much has been said between you and him, especially when he was the man of the hour. You're not really complaining though, you're happy that he made a good impression with them. When the night began to settle into your bones and the alcohol started to make you tipsy, you slyly walked up to Eddie and tugged on his sleeve to let him know it was time to go.

On the walk back to the room, you sway slightly with every step you take, balancing on the walls with one hand while the other holds your strappy heels. When Eddie stops and turns to the door of your room, you all but smack into him with clumsy steps.

While he fumbles with key, you're in blissful content with your eyes closed. The kick of the lock and the turn of the handle doesn't even pull you out of your daze, instead you hold your arms out like a mummy and feel around until you find Eddie's clothed back.

You can tell Eddie is laughing by the large breath that passes through his nose and the tell tale sign of him kissing his teeth. Large hands wrap around your wrists, guiding you into the doorway that you can't see.

Your cheeks are warm, the smile on your face is permanent, and the buzzing in your heart makes you feel light on your feet.

"Alright mummy, lets get you into bed." Letting go of his hold on you, you feel him slightly brush past you to close the door. His voice sounds like the way stars look, sparkling and bright, twinkling all around.

You giggle, eyes still shut and your nose scrunched up. "M'not a mummy but I could be if ya want."

Putting your arms out, you lean back and forth on your feet to mimicking what you think is a mummy but looks more like a zombie.

"Baaaaahhhhh, I'm a mummy. Be very afraid." You deepen your voice, dragging the syllables of every word to make them come out slower.

Eddie must be entertained because the sound of a loud raspberry comes from where he stands, the clear sign of him losing the grip on the laugh he'd been holding in.

Cracking one of your eyes open, you hope to find him with rose cheeks and dimples flashing, the look you love so much. Instead you see him, beaming at you without the shine of his canines. It's an admiring smile, one where your eyes go all gooey and your smile is simple yet dipped with so much love.

Opening your eyes all the way, you let your arms down slowly to rest by your sides, a meek look painting your face.

"Did I do good?" You ask, even though you didn't really want his opinion.

"I think you're perfect." It comes out even, smooth like the hilltops in December covered in a layer of the purest snow.

The two of you sit there for a while, soaking up the glow of each other and letting it sink into your souls. For a moment you wonder if he feels it too, the spark that you feel whenever he's around. You wonder if he feels like crying simply because he loves you that much. You wonder if he wishes this whole dating thing wasn't just a lie and that it was true, the same way you wish it was.

Once the moment ends for him, he's clearing his throat to clear any lovesick daze that's left. "I guess we better head to bed, huh?"

Scratching at the back of his neck, you try with everything in your power to not look down where his turtle neck rode up, where the patch of mouth watering hair trails from his belly button to underneath the waist of his pants.

A part of you wishes you stuck it out longer, stayed in your seat at the dinner table just to see him in his outfit longer. He asked you to help him pick it out this morning and when you think back to it, you get flustered with thinking how domesticated it felt. Making him try on different shirts and jumping for joy when he walked out of the bathroom wearing a turtleneck he swore he'd never wear. The khakis you pulled out of his suitcase was the cause of so much laughter and the pink tinge that sat on the rounds of his cheeks.

God, he looked so good, especially with his hair pulled back and the dangled earring that sat in his ear, but now it would all be a memory for you to file away in the back of your brain.

Eddie had already started taking off his dress shoes, sitting on the edge of the bed bent over and messing with the knots that kept the laces together.

The smile that once held your lips high and proud, now weigh down in a sad frown. Even after the success of the dinner and proving everyone wrong, you are now brought back to the reality of what you and Eddie were. Just friends.

"Since I'm a gentleman and I can't see to get these shoes untied, I'll let you shower first." His voice comes out strained from how hard he pulls on the knotted strings.

You don't say anything, quietly nodding your head before shuffling over to your suitcase that sits by the closet. Grabbing a sleepshirt and some shorts, you go to move around the lanky man that can't get his shoes off no matter how hard he tries.

Without a sound, you kneel in front of him, placing your clothes somewhere off to the side. Taking his calf in your hand, you place his foot on your thigh. Delicately, you remove the first shoe and then the next.

"Y'didn't have to do that." It's quiet but not enough to be a whisper, still you shrug.

"I didn't but I wanted to." It seems so simple when you say it, even though deep down inside you wanted that last piece of your fantasy before it goes away for the rest of the night.

"Will you help me with my dress?" You ask him, standing on your feet and turning so that the golden zipper is facing him.

In the mirrored closet door you can see him and how he hesitates for a moment, shaky hands lingering in the air before they close in on the gold slider.

The sound of the metal teeth unlatching from one another fills the room, clouding the unrhythmic beat of your heart. You try to remember the feeling of him on the sacred part of your skin, the way his light touch tickles you and makes goosebumps rise. You want to memorize it like your favorite song, so that when you leave this place and the fake nature of this whole thing goes away, you still have something to think about on those bad days.

It ends too soon for your liking, his hands retracting right back to the sides of his body like a measuring tape. With the fuzz of your tipsy has now wore off but the sting of everything still remains.

Giving him a small smile and muttering a thank you, you hide in the bathroom where the sound of running water hides the muffled cries that leave your throat.

Waking up felt more painful than any hangover you've ever had. The pain of Eddie's bare back facing you was heartbreaking. You force yourself not connect the freckles that litter his skin or trace your fingers along his spine and shoulder blades.

It's a sight you've seen plenty of times and sharing a bed is something you've done more than enough that you're not uncomfortable. Yet your heart squeezes, wrapping itself up in the tightest loop so that it hurts to even breathe.

The sound of his soft snores only makes it worse, imagining what he dreams about and if it's you.

You use all of the willpower that's left in your body, marching over to the small kitchenette that sits in the corner of the giant room. Pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you try to focus on the swirl of dark liquid mixing with the coffee creamer and how they mix together so perfectly. Without much of a peep, you slide the glass doors that lead out to the balcony and sit down in one of the plush chairs.

You look out over the mountains of colors, tracing over the lines of trees that go on for miles. Although pretentious, you think Veronica did an excellent job and choosing this location.

Sipping on the hot beverage, you watch the clouds in the blue sky go by, wondering what it would've been like if your sister asked you to be a bridesmaid. You imagine that the two of you would've actually gotten along and maybe even laughed together. You envision what it would've been like to have your mother compliment you in your gown and how it would feel to take a picture with your family where all the smiles were real.

Tears begin to burn the back of your eyes, falling rapidly like a fall rainstorm. The skin of your cheeks burn slightly from the heated trails of water that fall. You're sad and incredibly so. Within the first twenty four hours of being here, you remember how much of an outsider you really are to these people.

Even with the company of Eddie, someone that truly loves you, you still can't help but feel so fucking lonely. To put on the mask you wore for many year back on and pretend that the man standing next to you is yours to claim is harder than any other time you had to do it.

This time you weren't really faking it, the love that you showed to him, the happiness you felt with him was real, just the titles weren't. With the cool fall chill, your coffee has gone cold but your tears keep coming.

"You made yourself a cup of coffee but not one for me, and this is how I find out? That's just mean." Eddie's curly hair pokes out from the small gap in the sliding back door that he's created.

His eyes are squinted from the harshness of the morning sun but his cheeky smile is forever unwavering. Sliding a space big enough for him to go through, he stalks out onto the small space in his plaid pajama pants and a hoodie he must've thrown on.

Trying your best to cover up that you've been crying, you wipe the back of your hand across your cheeks, but Eddie still catches your movements.

Instead of embarrassing you, he sits down in the chair across from you and looks out over the balcony.

"You okay?" It's a simple enough question, one that you can answer with one word and he wouldn't pry for more information to not overwhelm you.

Sniffling, you shake your head yes and then move your gaze to where his is. "No, yeah, m'good. The view really does something for me." You say, chuckling just a bit at your own joke.

Eddie also laughs, only this time it's not as genuine as it usually is, just a hard exhale through his nose.

"Yeah, sure does." He agrees, letting his eyes follow the red and orange of the tree tops.

A calm silence falls over you two, only the sounds of the birds that fly and the ruffle of the leaves can be heard from where you sit. It's peaceful.

"You know, I really thought this weekend would be different." It comes out of your mouth as easy as the breeze that blows. Still your eyes stay trained out in front of you and past the mountains of trees.

Eddie doesn't respond but the hole that he burns through the side of your head with his eyes tell you he's listening.

"When I was little, I used to imagine the day Vee got married. I would fantasize that maybe one day we could be close enough that I could enjoy this day with her and we could be sisters for once." You exhale an uneven breath, moving your sights to the cup that still sits in your hand.

"I just wanted all of us to be a family for once. I wanted my mom to actually act like she liked me, for my dad to say that for once he was proud of who I was, and for Veronica, I just wanted her to say she's happy that I'm her little sister."

Just like that, every single thing you've carried since you were little is now out in the open, whipping around in the wind like the dead leaves. Even with the amount of burden that's been lifted, the pain still remains the same. It all hurts, stabbing you over and over again in the scars that you worked so hard to patch up.

Eddie doesn't say anything and for a moment you don't think he'll say anything at all. You watch him pull out the pack of cigarettes he had nestled in his pocket and place one in between his pretty pink lips.

Another second goes by and he's flicking the wheel of his lighter, shielding the flame away from the wind so he can light it. When the end of the smoke burns red, he takes a big inhale and then lets the cloud of smoke out.

"I know what I say won't matter," He starts before taking another drag of his smoke, "But these people don't fucking mean anything."

"They're you're family and I get that but they don't fucking deserve you, they never have. A fake boyfriend, a new haircut, or a cool job shouldn't define their love for you. They're shitty people who were blessed with an amazing person and they didn't even realize it."

Eddie looks at you the same way he speaks, with nothing but truth. You let the words settle in your mind, letting them soak in, in case you forget.

The tears that once ceased start to flow again, except this time it's from relief. It feels good that someone else sees your worth, to know someone actually holds value to you.

"It kills me that they treat you the way they do, that they can say all those things without batting an eye. I know why you asked me to come here and I know I have a job to do, but man do I want to rip them all a new asshole."

Although he speaks with fire behind the words, you have to laugh from the thought of the actions. The moment you giggle, his own smile forms.

"I hope you know that I love you and when everything is done and over with, we'll give them the bird." To make his point, Eddie raises his middle finger high into the sky.

Repeating his actions, you hold your own finger to the sky and smile happily while doing it.

Letting his arm fall back down into place, he pats the tops of your thighs and stands from the chair.

"That's my girl, now let's get ready for an open bar and free booze." Holding his open palm to you, he helps you up.

The wedding reception was what you thought it would be, drawn out and boring. The only saving grace of the whole thing was Eddie's commentary, the scruff on his face tickling you every time he leaned close to your ear.

A lot of the things he was saying was probably just to make you feel better but you did have to agree, the dress Veronica picked out was a bad rip off of Princess Diana's and it shouldn't have seen broad daylight.

You did however get choked up when the vowels started, not because you were happy with your sister but because you wish that were you and Eddie up there instead.

All and all it was okay, even though one of your brother in law's aunt's wore a hat so big you couldn't see past it most of the time.

The wedding reception though was beautiful. The décor of the manner looked exquisite against the maroon coloring of all the bridesmaids dresses. The tables had beautiful bouquets sitting in the middle and you can't help but laugh imagining your father cutting a check for all of them.

To much of yours and Eddie's delight, there is an open bar that is stacked high with pricey alcohol. Again you laugh thinking about your father having to pay the tab, which you and Eddie will be happy to run up.

So far this is the most the two of you had fun, both laughing and enjoying the company that's around you. The table you've been stuck at is also occupied by other family rejects that enjoy the titles they've been given.

Eddie's hand hasn't left your thigh, which you're more than happy about, and every so often he flexes his fingers squeezing the meaty flesh.

You feel good, the boost from the drinks and the feeling of your best friend makes you bloom like a flower in the spring. You watch as he talks to the people at your table and how his hand moves with enthusiasm. You trace the muscles in his neck and watch his adam's apple bob up and down when he speaks. Your chin sits in the palm of your hand as you watch him be himself like he always is.

He's so beautiful, he always has been, and in this moment he gets to be yours. You don't have to think about what anyone else thinks, you don't have to question how the two of you look from another's perception, because you know that your heart bleeds for him and it always will.

Eddie's your home, he's your best friend, and he's your person. You think back to what he said to you this morning and how he called you a blessing but you think he's wrong. Eddie is the true blessing. He's sweet, he's smart, and he's so fucking caring it's disgusting. Behind all the jagged features and dark clothes, he's nothing but a giant teddy bear that wears his heart on his sleeve.

"Birdie." He smiles at you, all goo and mush it makes your heart skip.

You hum in response, still sitting in the same position, looking at him as if he were a painting.

"You wanna dance?" He blushes, embarrassed by the request and you feel like you're back in junior high.

"You, Eddie Munson hate dancing." You say, scrunching your nose cutely.

Laughing loudly, he nods, "Yeah, I know, but I'd dance with you."

That breaks you out of your daze, breath catching in your throat. "O-oh, yeah. I'll um dance."

Again he stands, holding a palm out to you so he can help you up. Leaning you to the dance floor, you can't help but feel jittery despite the wine that you've consumed.

Once out on the floor, he pulls you into his chest. Strong hands grip your waist through the silk fabric of your red dress and you desperately try to fight the need that rises in your guy.

You stand stiff, unsure of what to do with yourself and Eddie's quick to help you, placing your hands around his neck where they lay contently.

He looks good tonight, even better than last night, and you hate how it makes butterflies flap around in your stomach. The black button up shirt sits nicely on his torso, wrapping his arms so deliciously you want to take a bite out of them. The black slacks he wears fit nicely and you wonder if he had them tailored and you have to ignore the want to undo the sleek black belt with a bright golden buckle that holds them up. Again his hair sits in a low bun and that silver chain peeks out at you from underneath his collar.

"I can't believe you asked me to dance to Ed Sheeran." You say breathlessly, still nervous with being this close to him.

Eddie snorts, lopsided smile forming on his lips. "What, a guy can't like Ed Sheeran and metal? That's gatekeeping, sweetheart." He teases.

Rolling your eyes, you try to ignore that tingle that settles in your cheeks. "Whatever you say, Munson."

"I'm serious, Thinking Out Loud was in my top ten last year." The two of you hold eye contact until you can't take it anymore, both bursting into laughter at his admission.

"That's something you shouldn’t repeat." You sputter at him and he laughs even harder.

"Hey, I like this song, okay?" He defends, still swaying back and forth with you.

Raising your hands in defense, you pull back on your clowning for the sake of your friend. Placing your arms back around his neck, you lean your head on his chest and try to hear the beat of his heart.

The scent of him floods your nose, cologne and smoke, whiskey and linen, and you wish you could bottle it to keep forever.

"Why do you like this song anyway? It's kind of basic." You mutter at him.

His shoulders lift in a shrug, and he takes a moment to respond. "Honestly, I like it cause it reminds me of you."

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and you remove your head to look up at him.

"Wha'do you mean?" You mumble, eyes searching his for some sort of answer.

Looking bashful again, red tints his cheeks and ears in a blush. Sticking his tongue out to wet his lips, he hesitantly answers.

"I always felt like he said everything I couldn't, ya know? Everything I ever wanted to say to you, he put in a song."

It feels like the whole world stops, that time freezes and it's just the two of you. You're in shock and for some reason you can't wrap your head around anything he's saying.

"What?" You say harshly and again he shrugs, shying away from your burning focus on him.

"Reminds me of you and everything I ever felt about you. I always wanted to call you mine but if you hadn't noticed, I'm a chicken shit."

You don't say anything, instead you stare at him with your mouth wide open. Eddie starts to loose his cool, frantically flexing his fingers against the material of your dress, looking around at anything but you.

"Sorry, I - shit, I really fucked this up," He doesn't get to finish his sputtering apology because you quickly smash your lips into his.

His lips taste like brown liquor and chapstick, like love and forever, and you can't believe you waited this long to experience it. Two heart sync as one, two people fall together like the leaves outside, and anxieties are finally laid to rest.

You hate that you pull away first but the need for air is too much. Eddie bends enough so that his forehead leans on yours, both looking into each other eyes living in the moment of your blissed out hearts.

"Tell me if I'm being too forward but do you wanna get out of here?" He flirts and you respond simply by pecking his lips once more.

"Thought you'd never ask."

thank you all for reading!!! love you guys <3

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[ficzhub]

The Foreign Woman

Aemond Targeryen x Older Myrish OC (Alexyse Majeríz)

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CW: hurt/comfort, beginnings of obsession, dysfunctional family, mother issues, comforting a child as an older child kinda, bloody injury (he just lost his eye), duplicitous OC.

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A/N: I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. No real editing. Blah. Also English isn’t my first language, plz have some mercy Jajaja.

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Summary: “She wasn’t meant to leave the poor little Prince with such a lasting inpression…”

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Alexyse is never more grateful and appreciative of the skills her parents imbued in her, as well as The Red Fingers, than when she's pretending to work in the castle as a maidservant. The tedium alone is enough to drive her mad, what's stopping her is her actual assignment. Not as violent as her parents' usually are, just gathering intel on the Hightowers and their children, but certainly more interesting than what she'd be doing without her nepotistic, less-than-legal employment. Until recently the only mildly interesting thing she'd done was make lye lavender soap and accept fresh milk from the boy ranch hand vying for her attention, if not more. She's only 17, three years early to have taken her first mission. She should feel proud, and thankful, that they're giving her the opportunity to prove herself early, for some assignments at least. They believe she can handle the task with all the subtlety and patience it takes.

What helps her the most is her memory, she can't write a single thing she hears or sees down, so she has to be sure to burn every detail she can in her brain and blend into the wait staff while she does. They won't tell her who exactly hired them, and likely won't even after she completes her duties. But all she's been made privy to so far is that Prince Aegon seems to have nothing better to do most of his days than abuse himself, given the state of his linens and bed clothes. Queen Alicent is almost certainly bedding the knight Cole, but anyone with basic observational skills could see that. If they think they're hiding anything, she fears for the realm. That poor Princess Helaena needs friends, especially if she's to wed that pathetic Aegon. He's 13 years old and all he does is fornicate, touch himself, drink and torment others, including his siblings.

They won't stop talking about how Princess Rhaenyra was a whore for having "plain-looking" bastards, she can't help but laugh at how no one but they seem to care. It never made sense to Alexyse to use the patrilineal line instead of matrilineal, you'll never doubt who gave birth but the seed could be anyone's. She misses Myr, misses her bed, most of all she misses the running water and the plumbing in Essos. Nothing disgusts her more than when she found out they still use chamber pots here. No one should be subjected to having to clean something like that out, regardless of their station.

Today is a softer day, for unfortunate reasons. Lady Laena Velaryon died, they're all there for her funeral. She's using the chance to properly search through the castle unencumbered by the usual amount of people living and working here. So far, all she knows is that the king is a very interesting leper. She always wondered why her mother chose such a slow acting poison to coat the throne's blades with, but that's her mission, not Alexyse's. The king's chamber's were more mess than could be comfortable for the aging, sickly man. Still, she cleaned as she searched for any useful information, desperately hoping for any secrets she could gain about these hypocrites. The only thing she found was a letter from Princess Rhaenyra admitting the father of her sons was Ser Harwin Strong and how she was thankful his grace didn't care. Ser Laenor never laid with her, seeing as he's 'incapable.'

"He's an idiot." She thinks to herself and steals away the letter to burn later. She's not sure who she works for but she's sure they wouldn't want this in the wrong hands.

The day past and the family and their immediate servants got back that night, suspiciously quiet and not even bothering to eat the dinner they'd demanded be ready for them upon return. They all went to bed without so much as a glance toward the food that had been freshly made for them specifically.

She followed the directions given to her by the steward and cleaned up the untouched plates of the children, as that was technically all she was supposed to be in charge of, then go up to the children's chambers and prepare their sleep. Get them their tea, their dental cloths and pastes, their sleeping clothes and their linens. Aegon's was the unpleasant endeavor she figured it would be, Helaena looked lonely as she always did but very nice to her and all the lady's maids.

She wasn't expecting to see what she saw when she entered Prince Aemond's chambers. There he was, a little boy of ten. Not looking princely or arrogant like his brother, but scared. He looked up at her surprised, covering most of his body with his old bed linens and cowering. What shocked her was the angry, red, stitched up scar on the side of his face and over his left eye. She stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. She knows she should play her part, in this case what should be an apologetic, scared lady's maid and excuse herself. Perhaps alert his mother of his distress, but something tells her if he felt safe going to her, that's where he'd be.

In this moment she didn't feel like a member of The Red Fingers, she felt like a woman looking down at a little boy who's clearly scared and sad and who no one's bothered to comfort. He threw something at her, something soft and screamed at her to leave but she just stood there. She put the things she was meant to bring up here, tea tray, fresh bedding, etc on a table and closed the door behind her and locked it. She took off her filthy over-dressing, got into bed with the boy and took him in her arms against her chest.

"How could someone just leave you here, alone, after something like this has happened to you?" She asks out loud, quietly, not bothering with the titles and pomp.

He quickly relaxed in her arms and continued crying, only vaguely noticing her strange accent and drenching her undercoat in his tears.

Until a few minutes ago, he felt victorious. His face aches and burned despite the maester's ointments, but he claimed Vhagar, the biggest dragon alive. After years of mocking and snide comments from his bastard nephews and idiot brother, he claimed her. Flying back here on her had given him a high like nothing else.

It wasn't until he saw himself in the mirror that it dawned on him, entirely by himself in his chambers, that he's completely disfigured and he'll never see properly again.

How come he was the only one who had to pay this price for a dragon? Even Aegon bonded to Sunfyre without any real effort, Helaena as well. Why only him? It's not fair.

Despite knowing better, he didn't feel repeled by the young woman comforting him, rather the opposite. He longed for this kind of coddling from his own mother, but despite her grand show of motherly devotion earlier that day, once they'd come back home she was as cold to him as she always was to all of her children. But here this maid was, holding him as he cried as the queen was supposed to be doing, stroking his head and his back as he cried like an infant. He didn't even know her name, or why she spoke so differently, but she was giving him more solace than anyone else ever had.

As he felt more sobs escape his chest, he played with her dark hair. It fell over her chest and covered his pale hand in her ebony. He noticed how she smelled, of citrus and some spice he hadn't had before and it warmed him. He pressed his face into her neck harder, trying to memorize the scent, not caring it made the pain in his face worse.

"Should I get you milk of the poppy, sweetheart?" She asked, still not using his proper title and for some reason, he wasn't upset by that. Her refusal to call him "my lord" or "my prince" and instead calling him a pet name actually pleased him. He felt soothed, in her protective arms and tender tone.

"No," he muttered "just stay, please."

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Likes, reblogs, and comments plz plz plz plz I love them so much 🥹

[wayfayrr]

🦆 anon is ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s been a minute, life been hectic for a while 😩 but I’m hoping that starting today, I’ll get a bit of free time to peruse my favorite blogs!!! So, how have you been? Busy? Have you been drinking enough water? Stay hydrated all you thirsty hoes out there!!! 😁

Anyway! Trying to catch up on stuff I’ve missed…

Agreed, sleep is for the weak. I shall sleep when I am dead. Not even the eepy meds work anymore.

*Gasp!* an anniversary? Of your first LU fic? Congrats!

A raffle? Noice! Can’t wait to see what the winners come up with.

Few sentences prompts??? Love it!!! Number 7 plz and make it hurt if possible. I like angst.

Recently saw a YT short that gave me a new idea… it’s a different kind of “self aware” ask. What if the boys in game aren’t self aware… but your drawings of them are? I’ll link the short, don’t worry. But this creator drew their characters and did an animation of them actually being alive and interacting with them and even the other drawings. Thought it was a cool idea to share with the self aware boys being actual drawings that were drawn by reader lol! Actually… that would make reader their actual creator… the ideas are turning in my head with this one~

https://youtube.com/shorts/OcGy7QwN3Lc?si=1HpoRtt_PS7Q5BAG

It's good to see you duck!!! it's been a bit and I hope you're doing well!!! Stuff's been getting better for me, Had an interview for a job just after getting this ask and I'm waiting to hear back now.

It's really funny too cause I track my sleep and just every morning when I check now the time asleep is just gradually getting less and less lol

And yeah! It's been a little over a year since I've started creating for linked universe now, and it's been an amazing time <33 met some truly wonderful people cause of it

7 (silent fury) seems to be the most popular prompt asfvdsvgsdfgv this is actually the 3rd ask I've gotten with it (but I'm gonna write another mini one anyway, wild rather than time for this one >:D)

He knew he was a failure. The first moments of his, truly his own memories and not another life half-remembered, was being told that he failed after all. That he died when the hero was supposed to prosper. That didn't make what he was going through any easier. And wallowing in his regrets wouldn't help you feel safe again. The chain all knew your boundaries, they all knew to ask you your opinions. To make sure that you were comfortable. But villagers didn't. And wild wasn't fast enough to be your hero. He was fine not being Hyrule's, as long as he could be yours that's all he could ever long for. But he failed you. Comforting you wasn't even an option with how you'd locked yourself away in your room, away from everything while you coped. Leaving the only way to take out his burning fury to find the person who dared to lay a hand on you. He couldn't fail you again.

[Prompt list]

I've been seeing that trend too!! Its one that I really like - and I've actually been sent a couple by dms lol it's a really interesting take on the au, and it's just fun in general really. Although I'll probably stay away from the creator == being treated as a deity cause it's kinda an ick for me (it's just a trope I don't like tbh, each to their own but I won't write/read it) but them thinking they have more of a right to be closer to you? the way it could cause arguments if they met the originals? oh there is so much potential for it as an idea honestly

[ivysangel]

Okay but if partition is dicks song then DANCE FOR YOU is JASONS

plz give me ur address so i can send you an engagement ring, i've already bought it for you. you are so real you are so fucking real for this one, like dare i say...more real than partition (wrote this before i knew you guys weren’t the same omg just a lil jokey joke) ??? *gasps* ???? no, but when beyoncé said, 'tonight i'm gonna put my body on your body,' i felt that bc if EYE was the significant other of jason todd, someone would have to pry me off of him like a pitbull with someone's leg in their mouth. can't believe 'dance for you' is about jay-z, like...anyway!! (smut under the cut)

insecure jason has my heart, not bc i particularly enjoy the prospect of people being insecure but because it just makes so much sense, and it's such a stark contrast to how he appears as the red hood so it's kinda just like...like idk it does smth to me. need to jump his bones so fucking bad.

but the idea that sometimes his insecurities get the best of him when it comes to you, the notion that in every other aspect of his life he can put them aside to get shit done EXCEPT when it comes to you because he gets in his own head about your relationship. he doesn't think he's good enough for you, he thinks you deserve better, thinks one day he's gonna fuck up so bad you just won't come back to him. and that just simply isn't true. 

'loving you is really all that's on my mind/and i can't help but think about it day and night' it's so beyond absurd that he feels insecure in your relationship because he literally takes up 98% of your brain capacity. he doesn't even realize how absolutely down horrendous you are for him and it kills you !!!! how can this kind, loving, sexy, sometimes murderous man not realize how you can't live without him ?? so you do the only thing you can do, you fuck him.

'i just wanna show you how much i appreciate you, yes/wanna show you how much i'm dedicated to you, yes' he's so fucking annoying (loving) the way he questions why you're dressed up in red lingerie on a random day in the middle of the week, but it's like ?? if he's not gonna believe you when you say you love him, then ig you're just gonna have to fuck knock some sense into him. 'tonight it's goin down,' and down it literally goes, like you go down on him and give him some of greatest head of his life and your panties go down when you fuck him into understanding how much he means to you.

'wanna make that body rock/sit back and watch' you've got him under you, the minimal amount of clothing you were wearing is currently occupying the floor of your bedroom, and you're straddling him, leaving kisses up and down his body, kissing each scar, and whispering "i love you's" in between each one as he watches from lidded eyes, hands gripping and grabbing at anything he could reach. 'show you, show you, show you, 'til you through with me' words sometimes just weren't enough for jason. people had said things to him so many times and made so many promises just to break them. actions don't always speak louder than words, but in his case, they surely did.

'this is beyond sex/i'm high on you/if it's real then you know how i feel' you're riding him, rolling your hips into him as you draw out groan after groan. yes, you're quite literally having sex. but it's just more than that this time; it's a declaration of love, his confirmation that there is nobody except him for you. there will never be anybody but him.

'in my mind, all i can think about is a frame for our future/and the pictures of the past/and a chance to make this love last.' letting jason get lost in his own head is the last thing you'd ever want to happen, it hurts you so bad that he can't see himself the way you see him. when the sex is over, and you're both sweaty and out of breath, you caress his chest and whisper sweet nothings, letting him know that everything you'd said when he was balls deep in you was completely true, that you love all of him and you'd do anything to make sure he knew that.

(this one was not as good as partition, but my points still stand !!! partition + dance for you anons, you guys are so real u don't even know. ughhhhh i just love jason. need to fuck him so bad)

[luv4fandoms]

D'you ever just like.... Binge read an entire blog and start uglysobbing. Because that's me with your works.

The fact that you write for Dwayne (Lost Boys) legit had me weak. I have been in love with this mofo since I was like 14 (and I'm 27 now, so if that's not dedication idek what is) and you... FED ME. And your take on Dwayne is legit how I imagined him, like isn't it just fantastic when you read a fanfic that just makes your brain go "DING DING DING DING JACKPOT" that's me with your Dwayne content, I wanna cry.

If I may, but like please ignore this suggestion if it doesn't inspire you ... I am short af, like 4'11"(1.50m) kinda short, and I am kinda curious... How would Dwayne feel about that? Like how would he act around a very short partner? Is he the teasing type, the protective type, the "ur adorable" type... Does he have a size kink? Would he develop one? ;v;

Again, please just ignore this part of my message if you don't feel inspired by this little suggestion/idea/thing!

And plz keep posting your stuff because your blog legit helped me get out of a very nasty depressive episode and I cannot thank you enough for this!

First off let me just say that I am so freaking honored! Like holy crap! Dwayne the one boy I struggled to write when I first started writing about them, and to hear someone say that I nailed him perfectly to how they imagined him is just 🥹🥹. I'm also so glad that my stories helped you out of your depressive episode. As someone who has them herself I always wanna be able to help others through theres.❤️

Now on to the ask! (Never written a short reader before because I myself am 5'7-5'8 but I'mma try lol)

Warning: HINTS AT SMUT AT THE END

Dwayne is all three types when it comes to his shorter s/o. He's protective upon meeting you because in his mind, your height makes you more vulnerable to things, even if you are a little spitfire (like Marko) in his mind he still needs to use his own height to protect you. He will be your sword AND shield so you don't need to worry.

He also finds you absolutely adorable, especially when you have to ask him for help to reach stuff, it's no secret amongst the boys that Dwayne loves to be needed, it's like a drug to him, so that being said, he will be a cheeky shit at times and put stuff he knows you'll want, higher up so you have to come to him, with that adorable pout and ask in the sweetest voice.

"Dwayne can you help me?"

Cause you don't even know that you already have him wrapped around your finger.

He won't start teasing until you're a little ways into the relationship. It starts with little things, asking in a teasing voice "need something baby?" Other times it's "it's so cute when you stand on your tiptoes to kiss me. On more than one occasion he has easily lifted you up so you are at eye level with him, smiling that teasing smile and saying "there, isn't this easier baby? No need to strain your neck".

He loves how when you're out on the boardwalk he can wrap you in his arms, chin resting atop your head and feel like he is totally shielding you. How your body fitting so snuggly in his arms.

He never thought he had a size kink until he met you, but he soon realized he was wrong. The way his hand will totally eclipse yours when he holds them, how he can easily cup your cheeks and pull you close, his lips bruising your smaller ones. How easily you fit into his lap, either just relaxing so he can read to you, or during...other times.

That was another area his newly found kink came in. Seeing you taking him every time has his head reeling because he honestly is shocked when you take him. It always leaves him gasping and groaning, eyes locked on where you're joined, unable to look away.

Overall Dwayne will absolutely cherish you! Because you are his Princess/Prince and he would do absolutely anything for you ❤️

[v3nusxsky]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR3KCxW4/

Think you can do this also can in not be tedros. Also can it be like female reader and lesso were already dating

Have a nice day plz

Don't leave me

*Authors note~ I think this TikTok idea is such a good way of spreading awareness of these topics

Trigger warnings~ sexual assault

Prompt~ see ask^^^

Your girlfriend was known to be busy. It was no surprise really that during school days the most you saw of her was at the end of the day. You didn't mind too much, you filled the time with other things you enjoyed, spending some time with Sophie and Agatha, in the library or studying. You were never short of things to do which helped make the time fly. You always looked forward to coming back to snuggle in bed with your girlfriend. Being the librarian for The Schools For Good And Evil definitely had perks, you knew that above all else Leonora would keep you safe and well.

Recently, Leonora had been extremely busy, her Never students causing more issues than Lesso would've liked. After all since the merge the students had to learn new boundaries it made punishments and rules all need to be changed too. Most of that didn't really affect you in the slightest but the fact it was stressing your Leo out made it something you desired to change for her.

It was late one Friday evening as you were getting ready to leave the library when you noticed a student enter. Noticing the uniform, you knew it was a never and the thought of turning them away and ruining what looked to be like some progress you just pottered around letting the student explore what was most likely somewhere they've never been to. You couldn't way to go and tell your girlfriend one of her students was actually in the library. If only you knew. The teen made their way over to you. Of course you thought they were going to ask for help to find someone, that's the logical reason that anyone would assume.

****************Trigger warning*****************

He came out of nowhere, catching you completely off guard. You were powerless against this hooded figure, since when did they put a hood up? They physically overpowered you and you truly didn't know what you could do to get away from the body. Your body shook with fear but adrenaline began to kick in as his hands wondered over your clothed body. They had no interest in your face, truly just out for your body, so much so that they continued to try and turn your head away from them. That's how you got away.

Just as he was about to removed your top you lifted your knee to his Crown Jewels and took the opportunity to run to your safety. Your lungs constricted painfully as your body struggled to achieve a normal breathing rate. You continued to run away from the library until you ran straight to your girlfriends office.

****************Trigger warnings****************

Immediately as soon as you entered the office you collided with a warm body and the panic settled in. "Sweetheart? What's going on?" Lesso murmured confused. "He tried- tried to- to touch me" you sobbed out in a panic, struggling for air. Without batting an eye lid she muttered, "I'll kill him!" The angsty flaring in her now darkened irises. "No, no! Please don't go! Don't go, don't leave me!" You sobbed collapsing against her body, clinging to her as if your life depended on it. "Shhh sweetheart, I'm here. I won't leave. I'm here and your safe. I won't let anything happen to you. Can you breathe with me love?"

It took time but you eventually calmed down in her arms, exhaustion taking over your body as you snuggled closer to your safe place. Just as you were about to give in to sleep, you heard your girlfriend murmur, "I don't know who he is but I'll find him sweetheart and I'll kill him. No one hurts my precious girl and loves to tell the tale to anyone.  Leonora would make side of that without a doubt.

Word count~695

[lunalvrsblog]

The Season that Kills

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Halloween fanfic!!!! Serial Killer Rafe! x Reader Part 1/2

warning-mature ,18+ only (I will block you), mentions of murder, sex, mentions of sa(doesnt actually happen though)

AN: this is my first fanfic on this app plz don't be mean also the next part is veryyy soon this is more of a snippet. Also Happy Halloween!!!

summary: a night of trick-or-treating ends up with you catching a glimpse of something you probably shouldn’t have seen and leads you to spend your night with a serial killer from school...

The cool autumn air nipped at your cheeks as you trailed behind your younger sister, Daniela, and her friend, Ellie. The girls strolled side by side, their laughter ringing out like the distant chime of a bell, while you felt more like a loser than a participant in the Halloween festivities. You couldn’t help but sigh. Here you were, stuck trick-or-treating with middle schoolers on your last Halloween before graduation. It was a bit embarrassing, really. You had always buried yourself in textbooks and study sessions, leaving little room for friendships. Now, with no one else to spend the evening with, you had to make the best of this sad arrangement. The streets of Kildare loomed ahead, covered in darkness and illuminated only by the flickering glow of jack-o’-lanterns. Each house you passed seemed to only make the night worsen. Still, as you walked, you couldn’t help but wonder—what was so terrible about collecting candy anyway? Maybe, just maybe, there could be something good that came out of this. We began trick r treating and went door to door. The residents of most homes are probably feeling pitiful for you and sliding a few extra candies. This cycle continued for the two hours of the activity. This was finally ended when the girls decided they were tired and wanted to return to Ellie's house for a sleepover. Of course, you went with them just in case. Your sister was persistent in wanting you to join them, but you didn't want to bother them.

"I promise we'll do whatever you want if you stay. Ellie has movies." Daniela said pleading with you.

"It's ok, you guys have fun. I'm tired and'll probably knock out when I get home." "Ok be careful and text me when you home." "I will. Love you." you say waving goodbye to her. You began your journey home which was a thirty-minute walk. Along with avoiding friends, you avoided responsibilities like getting your driver's license.

It was fresher than earlier, and the wind was heavier. You began shivering and cursing yourself for not bringing a sweater, especially in your costume a rather short one. This year you decided to go with the words of your favorite movie "Halloween is the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut". Of course, I would have more opportunities to dress up in college but my idea this year wouldn't be the best fit, especially for my last teenage Halloween.

It was a cute but sexy bunny costume. I just wore all white, with a skirt and top, and some ears that adorned my head. Daniella had drawn a pink nose and put some other makeup on me. She was always begging me to do my makeup, so she was especially excited when I finally let her. The walk to the main road wasn't as bad, but it became more eerie. You held yourself tightly while walking down the road, making sure you were aware of your surroundings. After around five minutes you heard a horrifying screech of a yell.

"HELP!HELP!" the voice repeated over and over again only to finally end. You continued to walk. Your curiosity got the best of you when you turned around to see what the voice was. It could be someone in danger. The tall trees hide everything so you decided to use your flashlight on your phone to look through. You jumped when you heard a deep voice behind you along with something sharp pointed to your back. "What are you doing here?" "I heard a noise please don't kill me." You say as tears begin stinging your eyes. "I won't. I only kill bad people." You felt somewhat relieved after that comment and felt the sharp object being removed. You turned around to have a visual of this person, only to be met with a tall man with a mask. Wondering who it was.

"The guy I killed, I fed him to the crocs, tho," he said whilst pointing at the swamp and the feasting crocodiles. Your eyes widened. What the hell were you supposed to do in this situation? "Oh ok, anyways, I gotta go." You say while attempting to run away from this serial killer.

"I mean, give me one good reason why I should let you leave after you saw me and that dead guy?" "I promise I won't say anything." "Your promise doesn't really mean anything to me." The killer said while grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to a truck. You proceed to fight back by kicking him in the shin which allowed for you to loosen your arm from his tight grip and run away. You could hear him grunt in pain as you ran through the dark woods you knew you could only get so far especially in the shoes you wore.

You ran for a good two minutes until you tripped over a stick and fell to the ground your head hitting on impact. You tried to force yourself to get up but it wasn't enough and stayed lying there. You felt yourself being lifted up over somebody's shoulder you again tried hitting the perpetrator, but you had no energy to do so.

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[pawsimses]

Brainrot Trash Idea about Shin and Baylan

So I've been seeing a fair amount of stuff about Baylan and Shin, and bc I'm a Sucker for Father-Daughter characters, decided to play with a few headcanons. None of which are remotely close to Canon and a few AUs bc I can.

General HC Rambling

* Shin is Baylan's actual daughter. Yeah, I know she's (99%) not in canon but look. The idea of Baylan having and then training his own daughter to be something greater than the Jedi lives rent-free in my head.

* He got Shin from a young age to refer to him as "Master" instead of "Father" for both their sakes. Smother the risk of attachment and keep them both safer should the Empire catch on. (Jokes on him, because both of them are very attached to each other).

(For Shin, there actually isn't a real difference between terms; for her, calling him "Master" is her just saying "Father". He is her father, not her mentor, in her POV. She just uses a different word is all. (Help them, plz)).

* On that not of terminology, been thinking and I know it's probably just a harmless/unimportant honorific, but the fact Baylan has the title of Lord makes my brain go "what if Baylan was actually of noble origins?". Which then shifts into "Shin having a separate last name from her father is due to Baylan gifting her his mother's maiden name, for the same reasons he has her refer to him as her mentor instead of parent". It's also a way, in his twisted mind, to honor his family nobility when he himself failed it (by being a Jedi).

(Also imagine the Skoll/Hati family coat of arms being *wolves*)

* I even got genealogy HC worked out cause- "well Shin doesn't look like Baylan". And yes but hear me out: she takes after another relative of his (sister, mom, aunt, grandmother, etc.). Maybe she reminds him of his mom, idk. But if so, maybe that's why he gives her the surname Hati? As a quiet honoring? Either way, she takes after his family members, just not him strictly lol.

* (I'll be honest, her hair looked dyed and frankly speaking, I do HC Baylan as being a dark brunette before he went full Grey, so not a far stretch to also consider her inheriting his hair at least.)

* Back on the Hati surname, thinking more also led to "its a family name but farther back in lineage before it got changed to Skoll somewhere down the line". Kinda like how the Bakarn family in SWTOR used to be the Bakvalens before it got changed to a more common surname. Either way, the name Skoll puts a target on Shin's back and Baylan isn't taking that risk.

* (Ngl, part of me now wants to play w the idea of Baylan actually being a descendant of the Bakarn family. Idk if he'd be related to Syo tho, for obvious reasons.)

*Regarding upbringing, Baylan was a single dad front day 1, raising Shin on the run. Who the other parent is or if she even has one, no one knows. (Mostly bc I'm lazy and single dad Baylan lives rent free in my head). They mostly drifted from place to place, never really calling somewhere home. Hence another reason why Shin is very attached to Baylan; he's her only source of stability. He is "home".

*Leaving Shin was hard for her, but it was also hard for Baylan. It's not that he doesn't love his daughter. He absolutely does. But he's driven by personal ambition to seek this unknown power on this strange world and that takes priority. And truthfully, it's dangerous. He knows it's dangerous. But it calls to him in a way he can't ignore. In a way Shin can't hear. And if For her sake. Even if tearing away from her rips him in pieces; it's dangerous what he's doing and he won't drag her into it.

(Mentally he tells himself he's doing this all for her. For a better future, for her.)

(Shin, of course, is too attached to her father to actually leave the planet.)

AU VERSE HC

On another hand, been seeing a fair amount of Baylan/Morgan content lately and THAT got me thinking of "Shin is a Baylan/Morgan child". Which...

-Half-Dathomiran Shin. Half-Dathomiran Shin with Morgan's markings.

-Shin whose been raised by a human most of her life, who isn't at all attuned to her Nightsister half. Who doesn't really know Morgan and probably is unaware she's her parent.

-Shin who isn't attuned to her Nightsister heritage, suddenly experiencing summons of green fire and magic when her parents leave her behind for their own paths.

Nightsister-Dark Jedi hybrid class Shin Hati.

[ouatnextgen]

Masterpost

Hello five people who will look at this blog!

Here is a general overview of what's in this AU and some of what's changed in canon. I won't be re-explaining the entire show (I don't hate myself that much) but when it becomes relevant and/or I have an idea, I will put it here. Like I said in the description, let me know if you need anything tagged

If you have any questions about this AU, the characters, the ships, please ask me! My dumb brain can't remember everything I've come up for from this AU, and answering questions helps me cement everything in my head.

I will use "#the season 7 rewrite" and "#the next gen verse" for my stuff, "#other people's ideas" for other people's stuff, and "#adjacent" for stuff that won't really fit into either category.

This is a queer friendly space. This AU includes trans and non-binary characters, characters in same-sex relationships, aromantic and asexual characters, and queer M/F presenting pairings. If this bothers you, leave and come back when you're a better person.

Mega Change: Hope and Alice are now twin sisters, and Alice takes on more of a role like Rapunzel in Tangled. More on that below.

Ships: Since shipping is...what it is, I decided to lay out all the main ships that show up in this AU, either Next Gen ships or canon. Don't like, don't read ect, ect

Captain Swan

Snowing

Rumbelle (potentially past, I'm workshopping a bit)

Belle X OC (potentially)

Outlaw Queen (past for a bit, but Robin's coming back, don't worry)

Glass Believer

Curious Archer/Mad Archer

Cygnet Scholar (Hope Swan-Jones x Gideon Gold)

Sleeping Prince/Prince Squared (Neal "Leo" Nolan x Philip II)

There are some other ships as well, but these are the main ones. I might make a post of all the ships eventually, because making up ship names for this fandom is really fun.

Rewrites: This section's gonna be a doozy, so I'm splitting it into three sections; Timeline, Character, and Plot

Timeline *sounds of crying come from the distance*

Timeline and ages are two of the worst documented things in this show. I'm not even going to try with the older characters, but for the younger characters, an attempt was made, starting with Lily's birth and abandonment in 1982, Land Without Magic (LWM) Time.

My AU takes place twenty years after Season 1, so around 2031 LWM Time.

Some of this is headcanon, and most of this is probably wrong, but this works for me, so don't correct me and make this even more complicated than it already is plz.

Timeline:

1982: 

Lily is born to Maleficent and Zorro

1983: Storybrooke’s Creation

Emma is born to Snow and David (October 22nd)

~eighteen years later~

2001: 

Henry is born to Emma and adopted by Regina three weeks later (August 15th-September 1st)

~six years later~

2007: 

 Roland is born in the EF to Robin Hood and Marian (February)

~four years later~

2011: Season 1 (October-December)

Henry is ten

Alexandra is born to Ella and Thomas (October 29th)

2012: Season 1 (January-February)

          Season 2 (February-???)

          Season 3 a

2013:  Season 3 b

Neal Nolan is born to Snow and David (May)

Philip II is born to Philip I and Aurora (July)

Season 4 (November)

Season 5 (December)

Robyn Hood is born to Robin and Zelena (December)

2014: Season 5 (January-??)

          Season 6

Gideon is born to Belle and Rumplestiltskin (March)

2015:

Hope and Alice are born to Emma and Killian (April)

Alice is kidnapped by Gothel (May)

~seven years later~

2023: 

Benjamin is born to Snow and David (January)

2024: 

Charles is born to Thomas and Ella (February)

Arabella is born to Philip I and Aurora (August)

2025: 

Lucy is born to Henry and Jacinda (August 15th)

~five years later~

2031: Twenty Years Since Season 1

Character: I am not a huge fan of the multiverse, let me just say that now.

Trying to retcon everyone I liked from Season 7 into the same universe as the rest of the show was daunting (I'm looking at you, Jacinda) but the way I see it is this: Like the show said, there are so many different versions of fairytales out there, but there are also similar fairytales that have nothing to do with each other except common tropes (like Allerleirauh and Cinderella for instance.)

So maybe Alice Liddell and Alice Jones can exist in the same universe, because while they both are called Alice and went to Wonderland, they have totally different stories.

(This entire block of text was mainly about the whole Jacinda/Ella and Ashley/Ella situation)

Alice Jones (mega rewrite incoming): Alice is the twin sister of Hope (older by thirty minutes), and is the daughter of Emma and Killian. She is the new Savior. Gothel kidnaped Alice when she was a month old, and raised her in a tower in the Enchanted Forest for twelve years, just like Rapunzel in Tangled.

When Alice was twelve, she overheard Gothel saying that she was kidnaped, and was able to use her powers to escape. She tried to portal home, but ended up in Wonderland, because her favorite book was Alice in Wonderland, and so she considered it 'home.'

Alice lived in Wonderland for four years, until Will and Anastasia found her and took her to Storybrooke, where she was reunited with her family.

I also thought the whole "hey look at my Guardian OC, they're even more powerful than saviors and they can't be affected by dark magic and they have unlimited power and-" was suuuper dull. So, Alice is a Savior, just like her momma. And this way, it creates a dramatic irony that Gothel, who took Alice to save her own skin, ended up taking the Savior who is destined to destroy her.

Gothel: tbw

Regina: So, it's been a while since I've seen some of the later seasons of OUAT, but as far as I remember...Regina never wanted to be queen, right? Obviously she regrets not being a good queen to her people, but becoming queen was always what Cora wanted for her: Regina herself just wanted to be loved.

So I found it kind of odd that, at the end of Season 7, Regina became the queen of every realm. As cathartic as it is for Regina to receive the title of "The Good Queen" rather than "The Evil Queen," I kind of feel like this is a hollow attempt to give Regina her Happy Ending (after A&E killed her actual Happy Ending off, of course.)

I really feel like the best ending for Regina would be for her to remain Storybrooke's mayor. She can still be a leader and make up for her mistreatment of her people, and I feel like she can do that even better as mayor; she can hear them out and take their criticisms much easier as mayor than Queen. Additionally, being the leader of a smaller town means that the love of her people means something more. Ruling over millions of people from several realms doesn't exactly give anyone the warm fuzzies, yah know?

AND being mayor would give her more freedom and self-expression away from her mother's influence, so that way, she could have her cake and eat it, too.

Snow and David: I have to say, the later seasons (even the seasons I actually liked) did Snow SO dirty--and no, this isn't about the Lily thing. I won't turn this into a rant, but just know that that is my position as of now.

Snow and David still have their farm, but Snow is Queen of Misthaven now. She operates mostly out of Storybrooke (for plot reasons) and she, Regina, and the other rulers of the Kingdoms regularly team up and advise each other. Neal (Leo) is their heir, as Emma turned it down.

Jacinda: Here's where it gets complicated.

Jacinda is SUCH a pretty name, I always thought it was kinda sucky that it was Ella's "cursed" name. So in this AU, Jacinda is her real name. Original Cinderella (Ashley) gets to keep Ella because 1) She was here first and 2) Ashley is a way lamer name than Jacinda.

After much thinking and stressing, I have decided that Jacinda and Ella are still both Cinderella...sorta. Jacinda's story will be reminiscent of the Grimm's version (with some OUAT twists) while Ella's will be based of Perrault's version. The only things I'll switch are the shoes, since Jacinda's whole ship with Henry kind of revolves around GLASS slippers. (In the Grimm version, they were golden slippers, which I will give to Ella instead)

To make things simple: Jacinda never gets a Fairy Godmother, there's a pear tree involved, no pumpkin coach, there are three balls, birds, and glass slippers.

Ella has (had lol, thanks Rumple) a Fairy Godmother, a pumpkin coach and animal coachmen, a single ball, gold slippers, and the nickname Cinderella.

Does it make sense? No.

Is it important to my Next Gen Verse? Also no. So I ain't stressing it.

Jacinda's and Ella's Families: Another easy one. Ella gets the Tremaine name (she was here first, and her story aligns better with the Disney movie) while Jacinda's is changed to Belfrey.

Also, I thought that the whole "Rapunzel is also Lady Tremaine" thing was dumb as all hell, so that just straight up doesn't exist. To keep it simple, I used Victoria and Ivy for Rapunzel and Drizella, and just shortened Anastasia to Ana, because there are both an Anna and an Anastasia in this universe.

Many other characters remain the same: Tiana and Naveen, Facilier (except his and Regina's thing), Hansel turning evil for no reason (I thought that was hilarious) and a few others who don't matter.

I will add more to this post as I think of things.

[hongjoongscafe]

But I Still Won

Drabble

D.6 {serieslist}

Pairing: idol!seonghwaxphotographer!reader(jihyun) (Jihyun is an imaginary person. I am not shipping anybody here. I just like this name.)

Genre: smut, fluff, angst.

Summary: she didn't expect to get fucked by her idol... Well, it still happened.

Warnings: detail mentions of sex.

Note: poll for the next part is given at the end.

Piz, do leave answers! This fiction is based on your response so plz do write! You are going to be anonymous. I won't know who is responding.

Word count: 715

Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLS*

“Um, Jihyun?” the head videographer called the moment she stepped into the office. 

“Yeah?” she looked at him with her eyebrows raised. 

“Jeremy is on leave…” he checked the documents in his hands. 

“Okay…?” she waited for him to complete.

“So I think we need to fill his space up,” he looked at her through his glasses. “He was set up with Seonghwa.”

Okay, now her heartbeat skipped a beat. But not in a good way. “And?”

“Lauren filled up the space,” she let out a sigh of ease. “But she will be signing up with San. They have both been friends for a long time. So, you gotta go with Seonghwa. He is at his apartment. You can leave, the address is in this,” he passed her a folder. 

Jihyun’s heart dropped and fell out of her ass. “Why do I have to do that?! Can't she go with him?” 

“I'm afraid not. They both have known each other since middle school. I can't separate two besties,” he gave her a pitiful smile and a shoulder shrug. “Just a matter of a few days.”

…

“Damn, did you ask them to change your assigned member?” Seonghwa smirked when he saw Jihyun standing outside his apartment with many pieces of camera equipments that were almost falling off of her grasp. 

He moved away from the door without helping her out. “Why would I throw the axe on my own feet,” she whispered and rolled her eyes. 

“I heard that,” he sang. 

She rolled her eyes harder. 

It was all wrong. She was supposed to be with San and not Seonghwa. She hated him with every single brain cell of hers. But it was not too obvious that she couldn't run away from this commitment. She didn't go through all of the hard work just to drop it all because of one fuck boy. 

“Just admit that it's your doing,” she sighed and shook her head. It was definitely him who carried out such a scheme. 

“What?” He looked at her like an innocent.

Jihyun rolled her eyes for the nth time. “It was you who made Jeremy go on leave and made Lauren go with San!” 

“The fuck are you talking about?” he came closer, not following what she was saying. 

“You set everything up so that you could have me or well, more specifically, a good pussy!”

He scoffed. “I didn't do anything, okay? The next day I thought that it was a stupid idea to make you work with me.”

“Then make Lauren work with you!” she pointed towards no one.

Suddenly, he was back to being a bitch.

“Now,” he smirked and moved even closer, “why would I let an opportunity to have a good pussy go? Hm?” his fingers brushed the waistband of your skirt. “Lauren’s is not good. Quite loose, to be honest.”

She flinched back, knowing very well that this will lead to sins. He always found a way to lure her with his magic. 

“Wouldn't you want to get fucked by me?” too close. His lips were brushing her earlobe. “Don't you like it when my dick rubs your clit? All I wanna do right now is tear these good-for-nothing clothes and bent you over the counter and fuck your dumb. Wanna make your pussy cum on my dick without any break. Wanna make you squirt rivers just by flicking your swollen clit. Would be so great to make you hop on my cock, your whore cunt pulsing around my dick. Fuck. Those boobs against the windows, everyone can see how much of a whore you are and will let anyone with money fuck you,” her pussy clenched around nothing. She was already giving up on her toughness. 

“I will thrust harder than ever to make you cream my cock and then make you lick it clean for me. Wouldn't you do that? Lick me off,” he grunted. His hand found its way inside her skirt, finger too close to her heat–

*Ding Dong*

“Fuck!” he cursed under his breath and got away from her to see who was at the door. 

Jihyun’s chest was heaving for air. Her head was feeling light and messy. Why was she so weak to let this happen? 

“I can't do this.”

..…

The behaviour of all the characters is visualized.

Taglist:

@veneziamadness @cheline @sansmilkbread @jayb17 @constantlydelulusional @8tinytings @tea4sykes ; @jhmylove; @nanibecute

*lemme know if you wanna be added to the permanent or specific taglist*

*original pictures are not mine, I just edited them*

Results of the previous poll:

(Jihyun gets assigned to someone else because Jeremy got sick)

Link to the new poll:

Have a nice day/night💓

[vinnygordon]

Ykw fuck it y'all get my scrambled hlvrai au of wreck it Ralph. It's just copy and pasted. It will be updated.

Quick doodle so far (very quick) not canon height. As in Bubby is smol unless he's angry and he grows tallll

"my name's Gordon Freeman Jr from the game Gordon Freeman Jr have you seen my friend Benrey?"

"Break it Benrey?"

"Yes! YES THATS HIM!"

"Should have locked him up when we had the chance...."

"Lock him up?"

"Not making the same mistake as you...."

"Benrey! Oh I'm so happy to see you!. Wait no. I'm. Not."

"plz fix this... Please?"

"I don't have to do shit! Excuse my potty mouth. I'm just so so CROSS at you! Do you have any idea what you've put me through?! All this chasing around the others are scared then ahhh... I met this most dynamite gal... Oh he gives me the honeyglow something awful. But, she rejected my affection! An then, I GOT THROWN IN JAIL!"

"'m sorry..."

"You don't know what it's like being rejected and treated like a criminal!"

"Uh.... Sure I do. Playin that game everyday bro. It's why I ran off. Benny boy tryin to be the good guy but I'm not. Epic fail. Now can you uh... Don't have to forgive y'know but uh... Young boy and the game depends on it for him to uh... Get this racehorse car back in order. Fix? Pretty please?"

"Heh.... Fine...." (said gal is Forzen and boy is Joshie)(Gordon falls for Forzen at first then for Benrey later and fozen is like "rude wtf" and Benrey is just "ha fuck you bro")

Turbo is Gman (I dislike gman that's why :))))

Benrey goes to destroy the mentos thing (dunno what it'll be in cowboy, just dynamite?) And Gordon pushes away from Forzen, the science team and Joshie glitches to run after Gordon as wel.

Gman ends up destroying Gordon's arm but he can't fix it cause it's virus issues if won't work as he and Josh push Benrey out the way so he doesn't die. Tommy and Coomer are from other games that the plugs got pulled. Bubby is the sour guy.

"I can't remember nobody can, gman locked away our memories and modified us to fit his theme"

Like Benrey shaoeshifts as the levels go on to destroy the facility and Gordon fixes it

I like to imagine Forzen, Darnold and Tommy are in a shooting game, but Tommy's was pulled. Coomer I guess just a fighting one like the classics and his special ability is to like muktiolyfor a KO.

Oh god Sour Bubby prototypes- only he's spicy cause cowboy.

Viruses are obviously xen creatures like

Forzen modded her game so he (she/him pronouns) could appear androgynous (help from Darnold and Tommy). Gordon his game had a fault being made and he was a guy when his game art and other arcades are him as fem.

See I thought of Darnold being like a potions seller in a shooting game but what if he's Tapper.

Benreys sweet voice is like his health.

Benrey sees that gman has destroyed Gordon's hand and he's PISSED. So after he explodes the dynamite to explode the volcano, he jumps to the virus gman and makes him look at the light and bleed virus blood.

They just adopt Joshua both of em. Benrey watching people love playing with Joshua even when he's mute (he's like qbert type like just ! And that) and glitchy at times but he's not a guaranteed win still a challenge unlike Vanellope

"you live here?"

Joshua claps and smiles, rushing to the little makeshift bed next to a vamp fire near the volcano and bundles in the blankets, a heart emote above his head

"All by yourself? With all this garbage..."

Joshua shrugs sadly miming he shouldn't exist and his glitchiness makes it dangerous.

Benrey rubs the back of his neck and watches the lava bubble and explode a little

"Why don't you leave?"

A red circle with a line through it followed by a glitchy emote. He mimes being unable to get through a door. Before flopping onto his bed sadly, cowboy hat flying off.

Benrey looked between this child and the unfinished race course, before looking at the newly made, messy mechanical horse. His four arms sprouted thicker and tougher, claws becoming like shovels as he quickly scooping the dirt away, tail swiping rocks side to side as he rushed further all around the lava.

Joshua bubbled question marks and exclamation marks, making shocked beeping noises.

"It's a uh... Track. Tadaaa. Can uh... Learn to drive cool horse rather than the uh... Peddle horse."

[lordtraco-fanfics]

Ok one more for the road!

Nimbasa Trio Soul Eater AU worldbuilding bullet points:

(it got long... I'm not a concise person.)

Tell me if you want a drabble on any point made below or have any questions. It's all my brain can focus on right now, apparently.

Basics:

Gym Leaders play the role of local defenders as per usual. They typically attune to one type of pokemon, allowing their soul to take on small aspects of them over time.

Weapon Shifters are a bit of an enigma. Some claim it comes from attuning with steel types, but that's a guess. Whatever the case, they have the rare ability to resonate with a powerful soul when held. They come in endless forms.

Frenzied pokemon can pop up anywhere, but they can be dealt with either by tiring them out or having a meister-weapon pair* resonate with enough positive emotions to quell it. It is a duty shared by anyone with pokemon or shifting ability to deal with the issues and keep things safe.

*or trio

Elesa

Grew up just wanting to be a model alongside cute pokemon

Was part of a crowd that a frenzied pokemon attacked while in her teens. As the only one with a pokemon, she pushed to the front to try and protect everyone.

It didn't do much, but she did stall long enough for two twins to burst onto the scene

The way they swapped forms in complete sync in order to dodge the attacks felt like a work of art. It inspired a new dream in her, to showcase both beauty and power.

She didn't see the end of the fight as the crowd was rushed to safety.

Worked towards becoming an electric-type gym leader.

As her soul attuned to electricity, she found herself able to control hair frizz not only in herself but others as well. Bad hair day? Go see Elesa.

Later met the twins after one of her first modeling events and shocked everyone around by asking for THEIR autographs

Became fast friends with the twins, but the idea of them needing a meister never crossed any of their minds.

Tried her hand at being a meister with another weapon shifter, but couldn't resonate well despite their best efforts.

During one difficult frenzy that involved many people, she found herself synchronized with her friends and before she knew it, they were resonating!

Keeps very busy with her multiple jobs but loves every moment of it.

Resonance with both twins: can use a move similar to Volt Switch, completely changing course mid-stride. Very fast and balanced emotionally.

Resonance with just Emmet: Can collect friction while running to unleash a static shock similar to Thunderwave. Smug, wild grinned pun master who is much more reckless and self-sacrificial.

Resonance with just Ingo: can momentarily make their resonating souls solid, acting as the move Protect. Somewhat more reserved and patient, yet will loudly compliment friend and foe alike.

Emmet & Ingo

Utility (Kitchen) Knife Weapon Shifters. Ingo's hilt is white and Emmet's is black. (Compliments the outfit of the other)

While they are liable to threaten, their blades have never drawn blood. (Careless nicks while cutting veggies don't count.)

Yes they've put themselves into the dishwasher before. Ingo has sworn Emmet to silence on the exact number of times.

Could shift since birth, grew up thinking it was normal.

Fell in love with trains and pokemon battling from a young age.

Pretended to be bisharps a lot.

Only considered using their shifting abilities when they saw a frenzied pokemon nearly derail a train.

Learned to resonate with one another at a young age. Not strong enough to quell a frenzy, but enough to run dizzying circles around any enemy.

Didn't really recall that one girl they saved during that one frenzy attack, so having a MODEL ask for THEIR autograph years later? Ingo nearly fainted.

Ingo had such a big squish on Elesa he had to Contemplate things. (It turns out he just knew she was a perfect soul to resonate with)

Emmet got a little obsessed with battling her. To the point he'd get a little sad on days they couldn't battle. (Their combined excitement during pokemon battles kept aaaalmost making them resonate and it was an addictive feeling)

Common knowledge said meisters could only handle one weapon, so it went without saying that neither could be her weapon.

At least until one difficult fight. They worked together as a team and when they realized "wait. The three of us are resonating!" the resulting relief and joy that exploded out quelled the frenzied pokemon.

They work as Subway Masters, and this sometimes means one will arrive late when Elesa needs them. They trust that her team is strong enough to delay until they can both arrive.

Both are very protective of Elesa, but trust her immensely. If she doesn't say to take the blow for her, they don't.

(This changes after Ingo disappears. Emmet refuses to lose her as well.)

Ingo can sleep in his knife form. Emmet cannot.

[inkyquince]

ayup! so lately i have been thinking ab giving the LIs the remote to a vibe inside the PC so I am here to beg for crumbs plz \(u.u)/

my guy you gotta know that's a bad idea. look at your line up. This isn't gonna be a hot steamy piece like you're gonna get for like, the AOT guys or sumn.

content warning. Kylar being a creep, exhibitionism kinda, voyeurism, rough sex, implied dubcon/noncon.

You're gonna get a couple of hot bitches and the rest deserve the death penalty.

For example, Robin? Low confidence means they're gonna be sitting there, sweating their little sweat and SHAKING. Fully won't do it. Maybe turns it on once and quickly turns it off. It's like when the nerd couldn't even sip the tiddy milk. High confidence is more fun, but nothing will happen at school. You ever tried to masturbate next to high confidence Robin? AT LEAST KYLAR AND WHITNEY APPRECIATE THE SHOW, let me touch me peepee >:(((( (Doesn't help that im tryna seduce Winter while im doing it and Robin WON'T LET ME FUCKING-) Best you're gonna get is that you're going to absolutely suck ass when you two play on his console and they turn it way up when you're just about to beat them. Or during the movies. Maybe on a slow day at the stand.

Look, we all know Whitney is hot. Mean asshole, weird obsession with parasites, prime step-parent you hate material, the world's worst ex and partner. Yes I have a soft spot for @angrelysimpping's House Husband Whitney, yes, I love the thought of ex husband Whitney who is the worst, we exist... Where was I going with this?

Anyway, why would you do this. Whitney has one mode and they're also just gonna use one mode with the vibrator. Full speed, fastest mode, it's gonna be jumping around inside of you, its so likely that it'll run out of batteries before the day is out. Worst is when they get a lightbulb over their head on a friday morning and will have it on low during the first half of the lesson and then on fullspeed during the exam.

"What's that fucking buzzing noise?"

Whitney wants the attention on ya, they're gonna be the reverse version of that one asshole kid who reminds the teacher they had homework, except they're gonna be bugging River that they swear they can hear something. River gonna fucking think its your phone and demand you hand it over. When you explain you can't fucking afford a goddamn phone, you have rent due, you better hope that River just thinks Whitney is disrupting the exam instead of even thinking of a vibrator up you. Why? Because they will faint again and they're gonna come down and bust they head. Good work. You killed your FUCKING teacher.

Look, Eden's hot. Eden is also proud. More like your annoyed grandpa with technology. Will put on some half spectacles and squint at your phone when you're showing them a funny video. No, Eden, I don't know this person in the video, just watch the tiktok! Huge technophobe, which is neat cuz if you ever make them in the Sims 3, you can finally use that fucking trait.

Anyway, what are you tryna achieve? Yes, they like looking at you when half naked. No, they hate you getting pleasure from something other than them. Ever tried to masturbate in the spring? They're on that real quick. Smacking your hands away and all. Unless they're the one gripping the dildo that's obliterating your hole, or stuffing ya with anal beads, they're not gonna have fun with this. Unless you've been bad. Cuz then it's a punishment.

Oh, its before the stockholm syndrome era? Every time you fight that hunter, you gotta make a gamble that they haven't heard of sex toys yet. Gonna stuff you with the vibrator and leave you on the leash while doing their shit. Gonna have it on so hard that you're gonna go numb at some point.

After you think they're just lonely <3 it's... Better? You stayed away too long? Well, they're more in love and they just missed ya really. Also their property should stay on their fucking land. Go away too long and they're gonna stuff a vibrator in ya and spank ya and then go hunting with you still on the floor, buzzin away.

Also no, they won't take you with hunting with that inside of you. The deers will hear the buzzing and run away and you'll both be hungry.

Kylar is Kylar. Greasy little rat who asks for feet pics at 3 am, but you're asleep so they break in to take feet pics themselves. Won't even leave money in exchange. Also, sidenote, would pay for your onlyfans.

Anyway, they would almost drop the fucking remote when you give it to them. Dumbass. Probably says some whack shit like "I want to be the vibrator inside of you <3" and now you're thinking he either likes micro/macro or they're gonna break in and paint your vibrator to look like them and you're gonna get acrylic paint poisoning and you're going to explain that this all came from a terrible idea to your goddamn doctor. You want to be bending over for Harper while they stare at a rash that developed from chemical burns? No, didn't think so.

Worst of all, they're going to be a jealous little cunt and turn it way up when you sit with others. It's a reminder of them inside of you so you could be hanging out with Robin or Sydney and then the vibrator sparks to life and makes this the worst lunchtime in the world. It's their way of reminding you that you gave them the remote, that they're watching you.

And it's kinda cute. Until it buzzes to life while you're entertaining someone else in your room. They're watching you after all.

Avery? Babe, Avery has got you covered.

Like, they're not gonna use the vibrator when angry, so while its buzzing away, you know ya safe. When Avery's angry, they're punishing you and it's not a fun, teehee, punishment. They're gonna march you up to your goddamn science teacher and buy whips and flogs and take you back to the hotel and fuck ya up for making them so angry.

Anyway, the vibrator is gonna be switching between all modes at dinner, in the hot tub, on bed sheets, in the car, but not at the party. They're tryna win the goddamn dancing competition and loosing because you stumble over your feet with the vibrator buzz-buzz-buzzing away inside of you would be kinda funny but Avery likes their image too much.

Avery does love the vibrator. Really proves that you're theirs mind and body to play with and you giving the remote to them so readily puts them in a fabulous mood. They own you and they get to prove it with the vibrator.

Alex is busy, so ngl, they might forget about it. You'll be all teehee, they're playing the long game, and the farmer is legit wrestling a pig to stop it from eating their damn shorts.

But it's great payback when you usher him out of the shower when they walk in on you and you give a lil show but won't let them wash you. Also excellent when you give them head while they're on the phone.

Alex mainly gonna abuse that toy when making/eating breakfast with you, when you make them a cup of tea and when watching TV and snuggling. While also suddenly remember it when you're lounging under the tree and just !!! and turn it way up. What an asshole. Does make sure it's off when Remy is around. What a sweetheart.

Sydney, my beloved.

Pure Sydney aint touching that fucking thing. What did you expect. You'd give them the remote and they'd scream and throw it and faint and give it to Jordan to destroy in the fire. Sirris will tell them off, I have to give them a refund for their toy now! But Sydney will have no qualms and snuggle into bed with a clear conscious.

Corrupt Sydney? Fuck yeah. When you're giving them head under the desk in the library, when Leighton spanks you when you share the stolen book punishment with them, praying at the temple, its going to be buzzing away inside of you. Sydney will also be genuinely happy that you did this that they will randomly drop a kissy onto your lips. Asshole will also working their shift at the sex shop and brag to customers that "Yes, this model is very good, it's been inside my beloved the entire day and has yet to run out of batteries!". What a salesperson.

[equizona]

FNAF 1, getting them to like you and a few relationship headcanons?

Ook so this is a gift for my friend! We're both very big friends of FNAF, also this might be a bit long- also Purple guy is William Afton and I refer to him as both.

Freddy Fazbear

This guy ain't a fluffy teddy bear

Like at all

Well, atleast in the beginning

He is very violent and scary-

But as I said before, no idea how your going to make him not kill you

You better befriend the other animatronics first

Try with Foxy, surprisingly he is the friendliest-

But yeah, after you befriend Foxy, Bonnie and Chica, mabye even golden freddy, then they're probably going to try convincing Freddy not to kill you

It might not work, or it might

Most likely will

Get in with puppy eyes towards him

But yeah, after they convinced him to let you live, he's not going to be your friend

He's going to ignore you like no tomorrow

And scare teh shit out of you

Trying to get you to leave, he doesn't like you

Freddy was the last one to die of the animatronics, and he feels very guilty about it

If you find him in an episode where he is very panicky and guilty, hug him and tell him it's not his fault, he couldn't have prevented it

No matter what you do, do not say that it was William's fault, Freddy will go cray-cray and kill you

But yeah, after that he might warm up to you a bit

And then he will try going into conversations you hold with other animatronics

And after some time he will make conversations with only the two of you

Will be terrified of losing you or having Purple guy kill you and making you an animatronic

Boy will be so panicky and scared of confessing to you

What if you reject him and he never sees you again

Will take like a week of non stop support from the others to get him to man up and confess

Although, Chica will most likely just tell you how he feels, or mabye Foxy will

You can chose to Confess to him instead

Once that's out of the way and your together

Oh boy oh boy

Remember what I said about him not being a fluffy teddy bear?

Remember that I said not in the beginning-

He is now

So many hugs

He is the king of hugs

He likes singing and writing songs, get him stuff he can write with please

And give him ideas- .

Give this boy love- I stan freddy (ಥ﹏ಥ)

Like seriously, he's touched starved, shejdbsusnqua

Bonnie the Bunny

So, surprisingly

Bonnie is the second least friendly and second most violent

But unlike Freddy he's actually kinda friendly

You won't succeed in befriending him first

But you can with Chica

And if shes your freind Bonnie will be willing to give you a chance

If one of them is giving you a chance then he guessed he can to

Only to make his friends happy

And then you do become his friend

And then he and Chica are teaming up to make all the others like you and not kill you

Foxy was easy, he's a friendly fox lol

Goldie was a bit more difficult, but he got the memo of not killing you

And then you never see him again actaully-

Anyways

Bonnie is very violent and not very easy to become friends with

But he will do almost anything for his friends

It might take you a few weeks to make him your friend tho

He has slight trust issues-

Anyways, let him teach you guitar please

Also if you sing that's a plus-

After some time and he realizes he likes you?

Oh boy its oBviOUs-

Like he is so flustered and shy and isnt his normal self

He will never confess, so luckily he's obvious so you can confess to him instead

Bonnie also loves hugs

And will hug you if your in a relationship all the time

It's his right now, right?

No not relaly Bonnie but sure-

Anyways, flat out will do anything for you

Feels bad he wanted to kill you though-

Make sure he isn't feeling insecure about that

Also pat his head, will pretend he thinks it's stupid but he loves it-

Foxy the Pirate Fox-

You know, he is surprisingly the friendliest-

Befriend Chica and Bonnie before you meet him and he will show up to meet you because, 'the others are befriending them so why cant I?'

Again, he is a good fox uwu

Anyways, if you dont

When he is banging on the door, try making conversation

The second or third time you do that he will stop, sit down and talk to you

Also if Bonnie comes he will just growl at him

He may be the Friendliest, but he is almost on par with Freddy when it comes to strength, which puts him on the second place if strength

Not to mention his speed and hook

He buff boy

And he will protect you if he sees you as a friend

Not looking at him in the camera makes him like you more

Whether it's on purpose or not, it makes him feel like you want him over with you to talk and that yourepsect the fact he doesn't like being seen through the camera

Plz dont call him a wolf it makes him very angry-

Anyways, if you befriend him, none of the animatronics will be able to do shit

And so Chica befriends you instead!

And then Bonnie does it

And then emediantly the three will bothered Freddy until he let's you live

Freddy may be strong but he can't beat all three so he is kinda fucked on the matter

Goldie will just understand and stay away

Again you never seem to see him again-

Oh well

Anyways, the second Foxy realizes he likes you

He's at your security office door confessing his love-

Of course you except

And now your a thing

Ngl Bonnie will be weirded out in the begining-

So will Goldie but we dont know where he is so that wont matter now will it-

Anyways, very touchy

Will try to impress you whenever

Ejeeje will make Chica teach him how to make cake and pizza, he knows you need to eat and he makes it for you-

Will probably be terrible in the start but dont tell him you'll make him sad

But again, cuddling and hugging is a must-

But he won't touch you in the start

He's worried, he's strong and broken

And he has a hook-

He could end up hurting you

But after you hug him and tell him you trust him

He will be all over you every. Single. Second-

Lmao he's a good boy, keep him uwu

Golden 'Goldie' Freddy

Who?

Oh right

The golden teddy

Yeah, uhm

You cant befriend anyone-

If you even want to meet this boy stay away from everyone

And dont get scared when he appears

Question 'freDDy? I thOUgHt yOu weRe oN StaGe?' And he will lose it

Will start screaming stuff like "I'm not that ugly piece of shit-' "I'm golden why would you think I'm FredDy?"

Start laughing and tell him it was a joke

And he will be a flustered mess

Tease him about it

He will leave, but come back once he is less flustered

Do this a few times and he will stop trying to scare you

He is surprisingly friendly

And since you make him to flustered to scare or kill you, he will just have to be your friend until you stop so he can kill you

It ends up with you being a good friend

And making him feel better and less alone

So he ends up telling the others to fuck off

And spending all the six hours in your office with you

Ends up liking you very early on

And it takes him years to tell you he likes you

Surprisingly, its Freddy telling him to confess

Because 'your annoying just tell her already' but we all knownits because he cares about Goldie

And so he confesses

And you except because you wouldn't be here if you didn't :D

My hand hurts from writing and I still have Chica and the rest of Goldie to write-

Anyway, once you're together

You will learn he isnt actually that touchy

He will cuddle and give hugs once in a while tho-

Also stay away from freddy, the others are fine but he gets super jealous over freddy-

Ok onto ChIca-

Chica the Chicken

Shes very friendly uwu

Befriend her

Emediantly

Foxy will befriend you to, and so will Bonnie

And them they make Freddy 'befriend' you

Goldie gets the memo, and again nobody ever sees him again-

Seriously, what happened to Goldie-?

Anyway

Chica is so friendly

Your both going to be the best friends

She will make Cake and Pizza amtaht you can eat

And you can make it together

She will introduce you to cupcake

And then your all friends!

Shes very friendly

Also lots of gossiping about the animatronics and the outside world

And hugs, shes very affectionate

And friendly

Did I mention it takes her ages to realize she likes you?

No?

Because she does-

And it's a bit sad because who dosent want to date the chicken

Shes amazing

Also, shes the only girl so if your a girl she wont have to be the only girl anymore which is such a pLuS for her

She loves you with all her heart

Will not hesitate to start a fight with all teh other animatronics if it's for you

She may lose but she tried

Foxy would never fight her though, so its fine-

Bonnie also loves his friends so he wont

Which puts foxy and Bonnie away from the fight

Which makes it Freddy vs Chica

But we found Goldie

He wants to beat Freddys ass-

So nownits freddy vs Chica and Goldie

But Goldie tells Chica to fuck off

So now Foxy, bonnie, chica and you are chilling in the security office

It's a bit cramped not gonna lie

But you hear the two fighting

So you watch them trough the security cameras

It's very funny and your all laughing-

You all feel a bit bad but it's funny and you cant help it-

Chica is cuddling you all the time-

__________________

Why did I write this? What did Chica's turn into? Why am I doing this? Send me help-

Anyways, gift for my freind cuz why not and you all can have it to-

[chaoticbi-cheesecake]

Paper Airplanes and Face Masks (Hournite)

Summary: Beth has Rick over for the night and is determined to get him in a face mask.

Warnings: Mild allusions to abusive gardian.

Category: Fluff

Note: this is my first attempt at fanfiction, please leave your thought about it below:)

Training lasted longer than usual that day. By the time it was over, the sun was already saying goodbye and slowly receded to the west. Pat had tried his best to make the obstacles more difficult in an effort to mirror what he believed was to come in the battles ahead.

The new JSA tried their best to work with and without their abilities, all while trying to work together as a team. It was challenging to say the least, not many of them had much experience working with others.

Curly blonde locks stuck to Courtney's face as she asked Yolanda if she needed to be driven home. The other girl thankfully accepted the offer before running off to grab her things.

Pat, hearing he was now driving Yolanda, went to the next girl who had no mode of transportation.

"Do you need a ride?" He asked Beth who faced away from him, her eyes instead on the boy leaning on the entrance of the building.

"Oh, no thank you." she replied sweetly.

"Okay, just make sure to get home safe." the man instructed, making his voice loud enough for the boy to hear him as well.

Rick turned his head to Pat, giving him a single nod before pushing himself off the wall and walking out toward the road.

"Will do Mr. Dugan." Beth replied brightly before briskly walking in the direction of the boy, goggles slung around her neck, the straps of her backpack gripped in broth her hands.

She found him standing still outside of the building, staring at his path home with a scowl.

He wasn't all that fond of going back to his house, knowing who would be there when he arrived, though with the hourglass he would be able to defend himself if need be. He quickly found himself sinking into his own mind, the multitude of reasons why that was a very bad idea taking over his thoughts.

His dark thought process was interrupted by a hand delicately brushing against his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Beth asked in her sweet, yet concerned voice.

Rick nodded curtly and turned his gaze to the ray of sunshine beside him. Beth wore her wide smile and big doe eyes, wearing him down and making him want to tell her everything.

But he didn't, thinking better of it.

"I'm just getting ready to walk home."

"Me too!" she shook her head eagerly.

He nodded once more, awkwardly, in a gesture of understanding.

The two stood in a thick silence, Beth's hands were now shoved deep in her jean pockets as she contemplated opening her mouth again.

Rick began to walk in the direction of his house when Beth let out a quick, "Do you want to come over to my house?"

The boy stilled wondering if Beth had actually offered.

"I mean, you can if you want to. My parents are working tonight, and tomorrow night, and most nights. They've been doing that a lot recently." she laughed in an attempt to hide her sadness.

"It's getting dark, my uncle won't like me out for so long."

He heard the girl shuffle closer.

"You know, if he tries anything, Pat can always take his robot and exchange some...words," she tried. "Or any of us could suit up and do it. Not just for this, just any time you need."

Rick almost laughed, the image of Beth in her costume coming to his door to threaten his uncle, huge goggles and all, entering his head.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm still not sure that's the best ide-" he stopped himself at the sight of Beth, shoulders slumped, but eyes still bright as ever.

He realized in that moment that she was just like him, lonely and in need of some company.

"Umm...maybe just for tonight." he gave in.

"Yes!" Beth squealed excitedly, hooking her arm through his and turning them in the direction of her house.

As they walked, Beth rattled on about everything from homework to superheroes. Rick had to hold back the smile that threatened to make it's way onto his face at the sound of her enthusiasm.

They made it to Beth's house quite quickly. The girl unlinked their arms and began to rummage through her bag in searched of her keys. Rick wouldn't admit his disappointment at the lack of contact, but he would make note of how he suddenly felt the warmth leave his body when Beth pulled away.

They entered into darkness, no one was home and all the lights were off, Beth haphazardly used her hand to search the wall beside her for the light switch. As she flicked it on, brightness washed over the two. Rick squinted his eyes at the sudden intrusion of light.

"Okay, you can put your stuff here, or you can take it to my room, or just keep it with you. Whatever you want to do." Beth supplied as she began speeding to her kitchen. "Alright, what kind of snacks do you like? We have a bit of everything, sweet, sour, savory. Unless you wanted some dinner, I should have some leftovers from the other day that I could heat up for you." she offered.

"No thanks."

"Are you sure, I have cookies." she called, walking out of the kitchen and holding a clear container filled with some cookies she had caught Rick eyeing the day prior.

This time he couldn't stop his lips from turning upward in a small grin, he nodded his head.

Beth pumped her fist in the air before grabbing Rick's arm and dragging him to her room. She plopped down on her bed opening the container and taking a bite out of the sweet.

"So what do you want to do first?" she questioned, extending the box for Rick to take from. "We can do homework, watch a movie, Chuck has this great karaoke setting-" she gasped. " Ooh, we can do face masks. I was going to do them with Court and Yolanda next weekend but there's no time like the present."

"No."

"What why?"

"Cause I don't want you putting anything on my face."

"But it'll be fun." she tried.

"Nope. Let's just finish the homework and then you can pick a movie." Rick countered.

" How about we finish the homework and then we do face masks."

"Not happening."

"I can help you," she sang "and Chuck knows all the answers."

"Still no." Rick shook his head calmly.

Beth's shoulders slumped but she soon fixed her posture and shrugged. She grabbed her backpack from the side of her bed. She shuffled through it and pulled out her folder full of assignments. She grasped her geometry packet and began working on it. Rick sat down at the foot of the bed, he too got out the homework and began start on the page.

They worked in mostly silence for half an hour, Beth occasionally looking to Chuck for guidance, earning a long and extremely detailed account of every question and answer she asked about. Rick tried his best to focus on the paper in front of him, but he was just plain disinterested in the numbers, letters, and shapes on the page. He instead opted to scribble down the first answers that came to his mind, accuracy be damned, just wanting to finish as soon as possible.

He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to restore the little energy he had before taking out the assignment to no avail. When he looked back to the work, he was surprised to see a paper airplane made out of a sticky note set on top of his work.

He stared at the small plane in front of him before turning his gaze to Beth who was laying on her bed, appearing to be concentrated on the packet on her bed, tapping her pencil on the comforter as she looked over the page.

Rick moved his eyes back to the paper airplane, gingerly unfolding the wings to see in neat handwriting the words,

Face mask plz:)

He snapped his head to the girl who's face was now hidden behind her folder. She peeked her head out shyly only to see Rick rolling his eyes playfully and once again shaking his head no.

Turning his attention back to his homework, Rick wrote down the solutions to three more problems before an airplane landed on his lap.

He haphazardly opened the paper up to read the words,

Please. It'll be really fun. Please.

Before Rick had the chance to reply with a no, yet another airplane cascaded across his field of vision landing just beside his shoe. He leaned to pick it up and undid the neatly folded paper.

Pretty please with cookies on top?

Rick furrowed his brows and turned his body to face to girl, who was now at the foot of the bed, her chin was resting atop the box of cookies from before. Her big eyes and hopeful smile pleaded with him to reconsider.

He caved.

He let his head fall to his chest and pinched the bridge of his nose. He raised one hand and lifted his index finger.

"Once, we do this once."

Beth's entire face lit up as she squealed "Yay!" dashing off her bed she leaned down to give Rick a quick hug before running to get the supplies from her bathroom.

Rick begrudgingly made his way over to the side of her bed and sat down uncomfortably. But if he was being honest, he would do this a thousand times just to see the overjoyed expression that overtook her features at his compliance.

She returned holding a tube in one hand and a brush in another. Rick guessed to brush would be used to apply the mask.

"Okay, you ready?" she asked, popping open the cap and squeezing out a dollop of the mixture onto the brush.

"Why is it green?" Rick interrogated.

"Because it's matcha." Beth said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. At Rick's confused face she explained sweetly, "it's a type of green tea that's really popular to use in face masks."

He nodded cautiously as Beth stepped closer to him. She was directly in front of him as she softly touched the brush to his face. He hissed and pulled back quickly.

"Why is it cold?"

"It's not necessarily that it's cold. It's just that you're hot." Rick's eyebrows shot up. Beth didn't even realize what she had said until he made the gesture. "I didn't mean it like that! Not that you're not, it's just that- ugh, I meant body temperature. The average human body is between 97 and 99 degrees Fahrenheit and this," she held up the face mask tube, "is very much below that temperature." she rambled. "Besides, would you rather this be warm?"

Rick just stayed silent.

Beth gently brushed all around his face, sometimes imploring him to stop scrunching up his face. Rick hated to say it, but it was actually kind of relaxing. There weren't many times where someone tried to take care of him for a change.

"Alrighty, all done." the girl announced, removing the brush from his face and stepping back.

"How long do I have to keep this on for?"

"Until it's completely dry."

"And when is that?"

"Ummm..." Beth searched for an answer. " once it's hard to smile, you should be good to wash it off."

"I don't smile."

"I'm well aware, you can just wait till I take mine off."

She moved over to her mirror and began applying the mask to herself.

"I feel like an idiot." Rick complained.

"You are not, you look super cute!" Beth chided.

"I'm not sure if that's worse."

The boy watched her apply the mask all over her face, he couldn't control the expression of love and adoration that graced his face as he observed her.

He stayed like that for God knows how long until Beth turned to fully face him. He could say with the utmost confidence it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life. Her face was green like his and a wide smile lit up her face.

There was no denying the smitten appearance he held as he gazed at Beth.

He was ripped from his trance when he heard the snap of Beth's phone camera. She smiled cheekily and clasped her hands behind her back.

"Beth." Rick began dangerously. "Don't do it Beth." already knowing she would share the photo.

"Just let me send it to Court and Yolanda." she pleaded.

"No, Beth."

Beth gripped her phone tightly behind her back as her eyes wandered to her open room door. Rick saw the plan forming in her mind and raced to beat her to the door. She ducked under his arm and ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Rick knocked on the door frantically, "Come on, Beth. What's the point?"

"The point is you look adorable and that is not something that should be hidden from the world. And by world I mean the team." she called from behind the door.

"Beth Chapel I will turn this hourglass over right now and take this door off it's hinges." he said in an attempt to sound threatening.

"We both know you won't," Beth stated matter of factly.

"Dammit." Rick grit his teeth knowing she was right.

He heard the door unlock behind him, Beth wore a wide grin. He groaned, knowing he was completely incapable of actually being mad at her.

"Was it at least a good picture?" he asked, defeated.

"You tell me," Beth instructed, handing over her phone to the boy before slipping past him and back to her room.

The screen showed a picture of Rick, covered in a green face mask. But that's not what really got him. Plastered on his face clear as day was a lovestruck expression that could rival that of Beth's favorite rom-coms.

He sighed, accepting his fate. There would for sure be hell to pay the next day. He was certain Courtney and Yolanda would never let him live it down. But at the moment he wasn't to bothered.

"Is it okay if I put on 'The Breakfast Club'?" He heard from the other room. He lowered the phone and walked back to the room, prepared to spend the rest of the night with the adorable being that was Beth Chapel.

The End ♡

Again I will reiterate, this is my first time posting a fanfic so I would really appreciate some positive feedback, or if there was something you saw that you didn't really like please leave it in the comments, politely please. I am but an emotionally fragile egg trying my best. If you want to see more hournite oneshots or headcanons let me know. Thanks

Sincerely, Tessa.

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

do what you please to me, i won't resist

summary:  requested: (1) um UM um okay that scene in defending jacob when andy says "well i'm gonna level with you. I don't really give a shit what you want" all I'm thinking ab is reader begging him to let her come or begging him to stop while he's overstimulating her and he says that as a response and i oof. plz. (2)  more Andy Barber, you ask? definitely don't think about him working late in his office, even though you've asked him not to bring his work home (not that he'll listen to that) and you've just had too much of not seeing him forever after he comes home bc you can't fall asleep without him in bed with you. so you go into his office in his favorite, most expensive lingerie to try and distract him. he makes you ride his thigh with your hands behind his back with his tie and does not touch you once

warnings: hardcore smut. some shit. the same shit i always put in. a lot of begging and andy is a DA so he’s having none of it.

word count: about 3,600

pairing: andy barber x reader

a/n: i know i’m using the lyrics from the same song for some of these but that’s just bc they’re technically in the same “world”. there’s really no order and ultimately, they’re completely unrelated.

You were not a demanding partner. You knew Andy had a job and that he loved his job.

That did not mean you didn’t miss him sometimes. He was the kind of person who could throw himself into work unintentionally and not even realize it.

But there had always been lines he didn’t cross. You did not like sleeping without your husband. You very simply couldn’t.

He was working on a case that you knew next to nothing about because Andy never talked about cases because he never wanted to tell you any sort of bad news. Beyond “I won”, you were mostly in the dark about his cases. If he didn’t win, you always knew, but he never said it.

You tried to give him space when he so clearly wanted it, but this was just too much. He also needed to sleep, he would be no good to anyone if he was dead on his feet.

And okay, maybe you were feeling a little less understanding because you might have wanted something from him, something more than just him being in bed next to you.

Since your first major date with Andy, you’d gathered a wide collection of lingerie. You’d never met a man who appreciated you in lace so much. He treated undressing you like a religious experience.

It had started with Valentine’s Day, you’d had sex with him prior, but it was always so...not bad, definitely not, but not as fun as it could be. It was usually after a date, always at your place, and he left soon after, way sooner than you would like but he had his career and you had your life, too.

You had wanted the night to be special, you wanted to see if you could make him stay until the morning, so you went to Victoria’s Secret for some scrap of material that was way too expensive. A sleeveless, lacy white bodysuit with a plunging neckline and thin ribbons laced down to your navel. It really hid nothing, and it was more irritating trying to find a dress that wasn’t so tight that it showed.

But when he was on your bed, watching you undress, you knew it was worth it. He immediately sat up, crawling to the edge of the bed so he could grab your hips. “Move in with me.”

Definitely not what you were expecting, but you said yes without hesitation. Since then, he wasn’t interested in hiding how much he loved seeing you in lingerie. He also wasn’t opposed to buying you what he wanted to see you in. That was why you had a secret collection that you had for truly special occasions. His birthday, last Christmas, and now.

Now, as he was in his damn office just 30 minutes until midnight, and you fucking missed him. He would leave early, get home late, and then work. You hadn’t had dinner together for two nights.

So, you slipped into a gorgeous pink corset that was very overpriced but if he fucked you tonight, it would be worth it. The clasps were in the front, he always liked to start at the bottom, inching his mouth up your body until your breasts were exposed and then he would just worship them with his teeth, tongue, and lips. It wasn’t too much lace because you wanted to tease, the cups were so small you were practically spilling out of them, and the back was decorated with a pink ribbon lacing through until it settled in a huge bow at the small of your back. The matching thong covered nothing, of course.

You slipped your robe on before you headed down to his office. You didn’t bother to knock because you personally didn’t care if you interrupted him. He didn’t even glance up as you entered, just kept his eyes fixed on the computer screen before him.

Now, you weren’t complaining. You loved this about Andy, you loved how much he cared about his work. It was important work. And it wasn’t that he made you feel he wasn’t interested in you, that definitely wasn’t a concern, but sometimes, you needed him, and he needed to be told that.

“Andy, it’s time for bed.”

“In a minute.”

“You said that four hours ago.”

He blinked, glancing at the time on the corner of the screen. “Wow, sorry, I had no idea it was this late. Head up, I’ll join you in just a second.”

“No, Andy, I want you to come with me now.”

He sighed. “Baby, this is important.”

“I know that, it’s always important. But taking care of yourself is also important.” Taking care of you was another very essential thing, but you would have sounded bratty if you added that.

“I promise, I’ll come home early tomorrow—”

“No.”

He sighed. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you because I’m going to keep working.”

You kept your eyes on his face the entire time as you reached for the tie on your robe and yanked it loose. He arched an eyebrow at you until you let the robe fall to the floor.

“So, that’s why you’re here.”

“I’m here because I refuse to sleep in a bed without my husband.”

“Has nothing to do with you wanting to get fucked?”

“Very little to do with that,” you claimed.

He scoffed, sliding his chair back a little. “Well, come here.”

Okay, you were expecting victory, but not that easily. You cautiously made your way toward him.

He tapped his thigh. “Sit right here.”

You made your way around him to his left thigh and went to sit until he made a disapproving noise. Oh. He didn’t want you to sit. You spread your legs and straddled his thigh, trying not to squirm too much as he watched you.

“Haven’t seen this one before.”

“Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful on you. You know what seeing you in pink does to me.”

Yes, you knew. You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his head before you could.

He reached up to loosen his tie. “It’s been a long time since you were this bratty.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Well, it’s been a long time since you left me unsatisfied.”

“Oh, unsatisfied?”

Huge no. Andy took satisfying you as seriously as he took his job. Implying that he was failing was the best way to get your ass spanked hard enough that sitting for two weeks after was quite the task. But you weren’t going to take it back.

“I’ve had to take care of myself lately.” That was a lie, but hell, you were in this deep. Why not take it all the way home?

He pulled his tie off completely then turned to you. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

“No,” you immediately responded, purely out of habit. When he asked you something, he expected you to answer. It was your pride that kept you talking, “I don’t need your permission.”

He snorted. “Is that so?”

Andy wasn’t an angry man, not really. Sure, he had his moments, everyone did. But his expression of anger was unlike most. He didn’t yell, he didn’t throw things, he didn’t slam doors. He was very calm outwardly, but he had his tells. His eyes got darker, he set his jaw when he didn’t like what he was hearing. And specifically, with you, his hands needed to be doing something, you theorized it was because he was itching to spank you.

“Hands behind your back.”

This was not what you wanted. Sex, just sex. It was almost midnight, you were tired. You pictured him fucking you for a couple of rounds and then falling asleep together. You did not want this entire elaborate scene. But you didn’t tell Andy no, not when he was like this. Besides, if you did, you knew he was just going to point out how wet you were, you knew he could feel it through his pants by now.

So, you brought your hands behind your back and tried no to startle when he began binding them together with his tie. He eyed you after, making an appreciative noise when he saw how propped up your breasts now were, but he didn’t touch you.

“Get yourself off.”

“What?” you huffed.

“I want to feel your cunt grinding on my thigh and you’re not going to stop until I tell you to.”

“Andy—”

“I’m not asking.”

You knew he wasn’t, and you knew the longer you put this off, the more he was going to drag this out. You rolled your hips experimentally, trying to find a safe place to relax and ride his thigh. It took you a while and you were way too humiliated to look at him. He loved doing that to you, apparently, judging by how easy it was to rub your pussy against him, you also did.

He never touched you, never once helped you. He didn’t move at all until you were so close, but that was only to resume typing on his computer.

“Andy!” You gasped.

“Keep going,” he directed, tone full of warning.

You did mostly because you wanted to come but also because you were a little scared.

You closed your eyes and let your head fall back, moaning through your orgasm. You received no response from him. He didn’t look at you, he didn’t tell you how good you were for doing what he asked. The only thing that got him speaking was that you had comfortably settled on his thigh.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

You were still attempting to catch your breath, obviously not made easy by the tight corset you were in. “Andy—”

“I’m going to keep count of how many times I have to remind you to listen to me, and baby girl, you will not enjoy the punishment that follows.”

You whimpered something unintelligible and began moving once more. You wanted his help, you want to feel his hands on your skin, but you didn’t necessarily dislike this. You could see how hard he was, how he was straining against his pants. Your slick left a large portion of his pants wet already and you’d only just come once. There was a part of you that was somewhat curious about how far Andy would take his controlling habits tonight.

You finished a second time and once more, he didn’t react. You got louder, you moved faster, you angled your body so you knew he could see your breasts bouncing. A third, a fourth, but still, you had no success in getting anything from him.

Your pussy was tired, overstimulated, and your muscles were starting to ache. How long did he want you to do this?

“You’re slowing down.”

“Baby—”

“Be quiet and let me finish my work, baby.”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

He turned to you, cooing, “Oh, my baby wants to stop?”

You nodded. “Yes, please!”

His serious tone returned, “Well, I’m gonna level with you. I don’t really give a shit what you want.”

“Andy!” You laid your head on his shoulder, but kept your hips moving. He didn’t bluff about punishments. “Please let me stop.”

“No, keep it up.”

You whined his name again, but he said nothing further. You weren’t sure how many more you managed but you had to lean on him completely. The mess you’d made on his pants covered most of his thigh and that only served to embarrass you more. You were sweating now, body aching because you were tired, shaking because this was too much but also because you still wanted him to touch you.

“And look at that,” he announced. “A little after midnight and I just sent the last email I needed to. Maybe if you weren’t so impatient, I would be upstairs right now fucking you.”

You didn’t believe that for a second. Had you not come in, he’d had still been doing things that could no doubt just be done in the morning.

“You can stop.”

You let out a sigh of true relief as you collapsed into his chest.

Finally, his hand found the back of your head and he brushed his fingers through your hair as he shushed you and told you that you were kind of good. Which was such shit, but you were too tired to argue, probably what he wanted. Soon, his hand trailed down your back all the way to your ass. He was still so hard, and you knew he was not going to let you rest yet.

“Think you got one more in you?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “But I can take one. Will you come inside me?”

He hurriedly got to his feet, bringing you along with him, and turned you to the desk just to bend you over it.

You heard him moving his belt and pants out of the way. He teased the tip of his cock through your folds, reveling in the moans and mewls that spilled from your lips. You were still so painfully sensitive that when he entered you, your legs buckled.

He held you by the tie around your wrists, slowly continuing until he was completely buried in you.

You were laid out flat against the desk, one cheek pressed to the surface. He reached out to push your hair back so he could see you. He wanted to watch your face as he pulled out and pushed back in all soft and sedate.

Your eyes filled with tears when he hit that spot inside you, you really couldn’t give him another orgasm. You were tired and overstimulated. “Fuck, Andy, that feels so good.”

“You still don’t wanna come?”

“I can’t,” you insisted.

“Okay.” He let his hands glide over your ass, thumb slipping under the string of your thong. You felt his thumb moving around where he had you on his cock, but you didn’t know why until he began pressing it into your asshole.

“Baby, please no, I can’t—”

“You will take what I want to give you. That’s the rule when you’re a brat and interrupt me when I’m working.”

You shuddered as he picked up pace with both his thumb and his cock. You would come like this, it wouldn’t even take long.

You were mindless, your body moved on its own, the sweet sounds you made tumbled from your parted lips. He noticed this distant look in your eyes and knew how this would go. He knew when he fucked you like this, sometimes you entered this euphoric state where you were utterly reliant on him. He loved taking you there, loved how soft you could get, cuddly and needy, refusing to let him go.

“Andy,” you sobbed, “please.” You weren’t sure what you were begging for anymore. Yes, you were tired, but with his thumb in your ass, you now craved that stretch only his cock could give you.

He pulled out, grabbing your shoulders to stand you up. As he turned you to him, he sat you on the desk and untied your hands.

You immediately touched his face, his jaw especially. You would never get enough of his beard. Every time you saw him heading to work, dressed in those suits, you could feel his beard pricking your thighs and pussy, no matter how long it had been since you last felt it.

He spread your legs and brought you closer to the edge. Never once did his eyes leave yours as he began sliding you down his cock. Just as soon as he was completely buried, he pulled you off and then took your ass.

You had to hold onto his forearms, worried you would fall back otherwise. He pulled you down slowly, inch by inch, never losing his patience or control.

His arms snaked around your waist and he pulled you against him, his hips jerking up to force his cock deeper in your ass.

You were a babbling, crying mess and he loved it. He loved that he’d fucked you so good your brain wasn’t working, that you couldn’t speak, that you couldn’t hide how much you enjoyed what he was doing to your body.

“Hold on, baby girl.” He settled you back on the desk and brought your hands up to his shoulders, you instantly gripped his shirt tight.

He started at the bottom of the corset, his hips moving nice and slow as he worked his way up. Once he had your breasts exposed, his mouth latched onto a nipple and he bit down hard.

You screamed, pulling him against you closer as you arched your back. His hand closed around your opposite breast, kneading your skin almost painfully hard.

He pulled back to look at you, hands gliding along your waist and down to your sides. His hips became wild because he understood the harder he fucked you, the more your breasts would move.

Andy had a strict standard for dealing with you after he’d already told you no, but you still insisted. It was his way of re-establishing his control. He thought himself fair, he never told you no just to upset you. So, he expected a degree of respect for his refusals.

Anyway, if he was speaking to you and you were answering even partially coherently, his job was not done. That was why this had gone for another half hour. He’d bent you over the desk once more because you couldn’t sit up on your own.

His cum was still dripping from your pussy and your ass and your thighs were covered. Your hands were shaking, incapable of holding the edge of the desk. You knew he was wrapping this up, but not until he felt that the point had been communicated.

He leaned over you to kiss your face. “Are you good?”

You weren’t sure how you responded, but sufficiently, you guessed, as he stood up and pulled out again. He kept one hand on your lower back to keep you there for a moment, then he cautiously began stepping around the desk.

You turned your head to the opposite direction, confused when you saw him pointing his phone at you. You didn’t feel self-conscious. It was just Andy and there wasn’t a part of your body he didn’t appreciate. But you were still unsure of what he was doing.

“Sit back in my chair, baby.”

You turned away again, searching behind for where he’d left his chair. He’d moved it closer at least, which meant you only had to take about five shaky steps until you could do what he asked.

He made his way to you, camera sliding down your body until he reached your thighs. “You are beautiful covered in my cum.” He reached for the thong you were still wearing and yanked it down your legs. “Show me your pussy.”

There wasn’t much you could do at the moment, but opening your legs for Andy was second nature at this point.

“Touch yourself.”

You could only stare for a moment, trying to convey that you weren’t sure if you could. Your arms felt fifty pounds.

“Again,” he said firmly, “I wasn’t asking.”

He made you make yourself come. He didn’t say anything further but the look on his face was clear. You’d come in here, his office, with one goal. And he was giving it to you, it was out of the question to tap out. It was out of the question to tell Andy that he was giving you too much. Not because he wouldn’t like to hear it, but because you wanted to keep your pride intact.

After he was satisfied with his video, he tossed his phone onto the desk and picked you up. You were already falling asleep halfway up the staircase. He was done being controlling, though. Now, he was your sweet, doting husband that was whispering to you about how good you were tonight, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

He laid you out on the bed and you attempted to pull him down with you. “Hang on, I want to get you cleaned up a little.” He started between your thighs and moved up until he cleared his cum from your skin.

He disappeared into the bathroom and you heard him moving things around. You wanted to order him to get into bed with you but talking seemed like such a task. When he returned to you, he wasn’t wearing anything. He grabbed a blanket from the chair in the corner of the room so he wouldn’t have to make you get off the blankets you were laid on.

He settled in at your side, pulling you against his chest before he situated the blanket over the two of you. It was you who reached for his cock and guided him in between your legs, he pressed his hips up slowly until he was buried inside you.

You couldn’t do anything else, but you wanted to feel him. You wanted to fall asleep and wake up with him inside you.

He kissed you briefly before touching your face. “Listen, I’m sorry about tonight. I won’t work that late again, okay?”

You simply nodded and pressed the side of your face against his chest. Would he do it again? Probably. Would you interrupt him again? More than likely. But this was fun for both of you, so why try to change it?