#this movie is already hitting all the right spots for me you have no idea

[istadris]

From the studio that brought you "Mario frolicks in Wahoo Land while Luigi is running for his life from zombies"

And "Mario drives a cool kart with apes while Luigi gets locked in a cage with penguins"

Now presenting "Mario gazes softly at his love interest in a flower field while Luigi gets VERY up and close with a turtle dragon villain in a volcano"

[daisyvisions]

[9:47PM] Jump Scare - (j.cm)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), bf!Changmin, cockwarming, mentions of dry humping, making out, groping, unprotected p in v, just the tip 😏, pet name (baby), something nasty happening with other people around. Word Count: 0.9K

A/N: based on this idea that was sent a lifetime ago. Forgot that this idea came from you too omg @snowflakewhispers HAHA Proofread once, this one was fun to write! Tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @winterchimez

Thinking about bf!Changmin, who’s got both of you in a… well quite a compromising position while your friends are around. Now don’t worry, it’s not that any of your friends can actually see what you and Changmin are up to, it’s just a naughty little secret between a boyfriend and a girlfriend.

It was an accident really, you weren’t supposed to be in this position with him at all. Changmin had invited you over to his place and at some point you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Making out and grinding into each other on the couch while a movie you put on was just playing in the background.

“Just a little bit baby…” He mumbles against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Min, we have to- fuck, w-we should be watching.” You whine as you grip his hair.

“The movie can wait.” He licks a trail from your collarbone all the way to that spot beneath your earlobe. “C’mon please? Just the tip? I promise I’ll be quick.”

“Okay fine, just the tip alright?” You sighed in defeat.

And just like that, Changmin gets off you and sits back on the couch, patting his lap with that mischievous grin on his face. You get up to sit on him, your back pressed against his chest as you start slowly moving your hips, grinding your ass against his semi-hard bulge.

His hands play with your breasts for a bit as he leaves kisses on your neck before unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. You lift your hips enough for him to pull your flimsy shorts and underwear to the side with one hand while the other holds his member, the tip rubbing in-between your wet folds and finally pushing the head inside your entrance.

“Fuck your pussy’s too greedy, practically sucking me in.” He groans as he slowly thrusts up, desperately wanting his whole length inside you right now.

“You said only the tip Min-” You breathe out.

“Just a little more promise, not all the way.” Changmin whispers in your ear as you lay back into him. He guides your hips lower, inserting more of himself inside. God you both can feel the delicious stretch of your walls hugging his member. Changmin continues to thrust slowly into you as much as he can go, holding back all his willpower to just shove it all in until-

Knock knock knock.

“Open up Changmin!” A voice from the front door shouts.

The sound startles both of you and you accidentally sink into his lap so quick almost forgetting that half of Changmin’s dick was literally inside you until you felt him go all the way in, the tip hitting that spot you love. You nearly moan out so loud but Changmin covers your mouth quickly.

“Stay still…” Changmin says to your through gritted teeth, trying to conceal the groan that was stuck in his throat when you fully sat on him. He scrambles to grab the throw blanket on the couch and covers you both while your friends start entering the apartment.

“What? Did you guys start the movie already without us?” Younghoon chuckles.

“Huh?” You both ask him simultaneously.

“It’s movie night lovebirds! Did you forget? C’mon!” Haknyeon chimes in as he plops on the couch next to the two of you. You subtly turn to Changmin with a panicked look on your face.

“Just keep quiet okay?” He whispers in your ear.

Looks like this is gonna be one hell of a night.

The whole time during the movie you try your best not to squirm, but as the minutes go by that task alone becomes more difficult especially when you or Changmin adjust yourselves every now and then, the tip of his cock nudging that sweet spot in you every time.

Changmin tries to subtly pinch or hold your hips whenever he feels your walls fluttering around him or when his member twitches inside you, a sign that he is also trying his best to keep calm and not make anything obvious.

Though, while you were panicking internally, seeing you in such a state and trying your best not to elicit any erotic sound was rather amusing for Changmin. He’s never seen you like this before and it was causing a little fire burning inside him, telling him that this will definitely not be the last time he would want to do this to you.

‘Whose idea was it to watch a horror movie?’ You thought to yourself. You could never stay still with these things, which was why it was becoming harder for you to not move.

And while some of your friends were talking, some focusing on the movie, a jump scare appears on the screen. The scene and everyone’s reaction caused your body to jolt up, making you slightly bounce on Changmin’s length. You yelp, but the sound of it was almost borderline erotic that you had to quickly fake cough to hide it and play it off cooly.

You’re stuck in your own thoughts, overthinking if anyone had noticed your near slip but Changmin, amused as ever, pinches your thighs, bringing you back to reality.

“Better stay quiet baby, or else they’ll know what’s going on under this blanket.” He whispers in your ear.

But what you both didn’t know was Sangyeon was growing suspicious of the two of you since he entered the apartment.

And now with that weird sound you just made along with the fact that you haven’t left Changmin’s lap since they got there, he can’t stop thinking if whether or not what he thinks is happening under those sheets is actually happening.

[luveline]

Hi! I seriously love the way you write parental relationships with kids. Not really sure if you’d be interested in this idea but would the reader ever need to pick up Roan from daycare when Eddie has to stay late at work?

hi! im so happy you do baby, thanks so much for your request! this was a great idea, you're a wonder ;) this one got really long by accident it's not my fault ♡ girl dad eddie x fem!reader

It's a desperate phone call. You just got home from work and you can hear the landline ringing as you open the door.

"Hello?" you ask, hooking the red plastic receiver between your cheek and your shoulder.

"Hey, it's Eddie!"

You could tell from the grinding sounds in the background. "Hey. Working hard or hardly working?"

Usually Eddie would laugh at your bad jokes. He might look all frosty and cool on the outside but he's not so tough on the inside, a veritable goodball through and through. It's easy to think of him blowing raspberries on Roan's tummy, their matching happy smiles.

"Did you hear me?" he asks.

"What?"

"I asked if you'd do me a favour."

"Sure thing," you say immediately. You ease your shoes back on. "What do you need?"

"Could you pick Roan up from daycare?"

You drop the phone and scramble to pick it up where it's swaying left to right. "Is everything okay?" you ask worriedly.

"Everything is fine! Well, everything sucks, but it's fine. They need my hands for something, 'n usually I'd ask Wayne to grab her for me but he's tied up." You blink. "It's okay if you can't," he adds. You think he might be saying, It's okay if you don't want to.

You grin. "I can get her no problem. Will they let me? Do I need to be on, like, a list?"

"I can call them first. You're sure you don't mind? You can bring her here-"

"Where? To the garage? Can't she just come watch movies with me?"

He clears his throat. "You want to?"

There's lots of things you could say here. Eddie, I adore her. Of course I want to. Or even, Eddie, I'm pretty sure I adore you, so I'd do it even if I didn't love her to pieces.

"I'd love to! We can have a princess party, and-"

"That sounds great, baby. Thank you." His tone is a tad strained.

"Oh, right. Finish your thing! I'll get in the car as soon as you go," you assure him.

"Thank you," he says again, and hangs up.

You let yourself in through the first door and approach the desk.

You drive down to the daycare and can't help thinking about how excited you are to see Roan. You hope she'll be excited in turn, and then you tell yourself off for entertaining the idea. You're not her mom, you're not her anything. You're barely Eddie's anything.

You're really hoping you will be.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up Roan Munson," you say, nervous to talk to this lady you've never met before.

She squints up at you assessingly from behind a pair of bifocals.

"Eddie said he was gonna call."

"Nobody's called me," she says, monotone. "What's your name?"

You tell her your name. She says, "Uh-huh," like she couldn't believe you less and then clicks through a struggling computer, green light illuminating her face.

You twiddle your thumbs. You can hear the sound of kids playing behind the door but don't want to try peeking in case the lady thinks you're a freak.

Maybe Eddie's gonna call any second now and save you the awkwardness.

You open your mouth to reiterate when she hums. "Alright. I'll buzz you in."

She buzzes you in.

You're on the list. Eddie put you on the list.

You walk through the second door and spot Roan instantly, already dressed in her shoes, a chunky pair of black mary janes, and a sparkly red nylon jacket. Her curls are in frizzy braids, one hanging dangerously close to what looks like a pot of dirtied paint water.

The toes of your shoes hit the baby gate. The sound draws lots of attention, a bundle of kids all excited to see their parents and go home. Among them is Roan. Her eyes get wide and she smiles her lovely baby smile, hands paused where she'd been drawing a picture.

"Hey, princess," you say, not too loud as to disturb the workers but more than enough for her to hear you clearly. "You coming home with me?"

Rhetorical, obviously, but amazing to get to hear her say, "Yes! Yes, I'm come with you."

She strides to the babygate and lifts her arms. It's familiar now; while you haven't gotten any better at picking her up, you do it without thinking. You've barely wrapped your arms around Roan when a young man is passing you her backpack.

"Thank you," you say emphatically, not sure what to do with it. In the end you shrug it over your own shoulder.

Roan gives you a hug right there and then. She's all short limbs and extreme enthusiasm as she does, the paper in her hand smashed to your neck and the flyaways from her braids tickling your nose.

She so heavy. You can never get used to how heavy she is. You give her a great back-rubbing squeeze and then set her down. She isn't happy, but she doesn't get too mad, only pouts.

"You look like daddy when you do that."

"Where is daddy?" she asks.

You smooth down the lapels of her jacket. "He's at work with Uncle Wayne. But he sent me to come and get you. Does that sound okay?"

She shrugs. You shrug back at her because she's funny, and it makes you laugh.

"Yeah? I figured we'd go buy some candy and have a princess party." You whisper the last bit and watch awe slacken her face.

It quickly tightens. She screams and jumps at you, almost knocking you over in her rush to hug you.

It's a great feeling. You can tell why Eddie loves this part as much as he does.

You don't have a car seat for her so you decide you can walk the half an hour to your place. It feels long. You take pity on her little legs dragging halfway in and politely ask if you can carry her. She rests on the moving bump of your hip and answers questions about her day as best as she can, her drawing now safely tucked away in her mini backpack.

You stop at the small corner store on the way and let her fill a basket with drinks and chips and candy. All pink or purple, of course. Your princess party needs appropriate catering. There's a cheap tiara and wand set hanging on a rotating rack in the back and you add it as inconspicuously as you can to a growing heap of things so as not to spoil the surprise.

Carrying her and a grocery bag full of things is hard work but you don't mind, not when she's having such a great time. All she's done is chatter about princesses and her dad and you in varying arrangements and with varying passion.

"This is my house," you announce outside.

You let yourselves in, help her out of her shoes, and hold her hand as you climb the stairs together. Roan takes them one at a time. You don't suppose the trailer has as many.

"Good job, baby," you praise.

She gives you one of her more shy smiles and gets noticeably closer to your leg, almost clinging to you as you show her where the bathroom is and then your bedroom.

You don't quite have a princess bed, but you do have a lot of soft looking pillows. She squeals.

"You want to lie down?" you ask her knowingly.

Roan nods. You smirk and pick her up, rocking her back and forth as you count, "1, 2, 3," and toss her into your sheets. She lands with a roaring bubble of giggles and a poof of silken sheets.

You throw yourself down beside her.

She lolls her head to look at you. You share a private smile.

When Eddie finds you, it's in the living room. He'd knocked a couple of time and got no answer, had almost turned around to leave when he heard the TV playing a familiar princess song.

"Girls?" he asks, shocked at your sleeping figures.

Roan wears a cheaply made plastic tiara. Her shoes and socks are gone, her small legs and feet pushed out straight in front of her on the couch cushion. You have your legs kicked up on the coffee table and are surrounded by snacks, a plastic wind in one hand and Roan's hand in the other.

He weaves around discarded shoes and things and perches carefully on the coffee table next to your legs, freshly scrubbed hand reaching out to clasp your calf, rubbing up and down the length of it until you rouse from your dozing. Your hand tightens around his daughters. She's the first thing you check when you wake up.

His heart aches in the best way.

"Hey," he says, still rubbing your leg slowly.

"Hi, Eddie." You rub your face and sit up with a sigh, flopping over until your back is hunched.

Eddie chuckles under his breath and applies a little more pressure to his massage.

"That feels nice," you say through a yawn.

"I bet it does. Did you walk all the way here?"

You wipe your eyes with one hand and look at him through parted fingers for a moment. "Yeah," you confess sheepishly, dropping your hand. "I don't have a car seat."

His turn to be sheepish. "I'm sorry."

"No! Don't be, we," — you hold her hand like a trophy; his heart aches worse — "had a really good walk. Great arm workout. That's my exercise for the year."

He holds his hand out for your empty one. You pass it to him. "Mm," he hums skeptically.

You blink owlishly. "It's okay."

"Seriously, I had a great time. Um, Roan might be out of commission for a bit though. She did some intense jumping on the bed earlier. Oh, and I'm totally forgetting the best part, she..." You fade off as Eddie brings your hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it.

"I'm sorry you had to walk. I didn't think."

Eddie kisses the same spot and then let's it fall, rubbing the invisible mark with purpose. "Poor girls. I'll make it upto you," he promises.

"That's okay." You mean it. "I had a great time. She's- she's really awesome."

"Gets that from me."

"Sure does. Same as her bottomless pit of a stomach, and her moods, and her-"

"Okay, that's enough."

"-lovely good looks," you finish, eyebrows raising at the starts innocently. "What did you think I was gonna say?"

His laughter finally wakes Roan. She stretches out and mumbles dispassionately, grumpy to be pulled from sleep.

"Hey, princess," he says gently.

Though he feels bad for stealing your nickname, he can't not call her that when she's soft with sleep and wearing her cute crown. The fake pink gems shaped like hearts set in silver painted plastic adorning her inky curls may as well be real jewellery for how pretty she looks.

"Daddy," she cheers weakly, fatigue scratching her throat.

"Poor baby needs a drink," you say.

You're on your feet before Eddie can stop you. He watches you go. Roan climbs into his lap with a self-satsified noise, digging her face into his chest. He looks down at her and drops a handful of dainty kisses against her head.

"Did you have a good day?" he murmurs into her hair.

"Good day, daddy," she says agreeably, already falling back into sleep.

"Best day ever!" you say from the kitchen.

He tries not to feel too jealous and fails.

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more of eddie and roan

[murderthegods]

One thing I really like about I Saw the TV Glow that I don't see people talking about is the specific tone that "there is still time" takes on in it. Lots of people talking about that line ofc, but I see everyone talking about it as though it's unambiguously and only a message of hope.

The obvious thing to take away from "there is still time" is of course that you can still save yourself. As long as you haven't died yet, you still have a chance. You don't have to die like this. You can still live your life. And that's not not the point of the line ofc, but I'd argue it's missing something, and that's that you haven't left yet.

This is the movie about the fear of the known, the horror of there being no monsters, the fear of waiting. And in that context, a message of reassurance that I can afford to wait a little longer is awful! I don't want to wait any longer! I know I'm going to wait for as long as I can, but I want out! Obviously it's better than not having any time at all, but only because that would be the train hitting me. "There is still time" means I'm standing on the tracks like a deer in the headlights, and the train might be miles away but I can see it and I can feel in my bones that I can't move yet - or that I won't - and a voice tells me that I'll be fine, I can afford to stay on the tracks a little longer, it'll be fine, I'm not dying yet, it's fine, there is still time, but every second I still have time is a second I still can't breathe.

I've lived my entire life haunted by deadlines and the lack thereof, and to me the phrase "there is still time" contains just as much dread as the rest of the movie. If there weren't any time, then I could just, I dunno, power through it. I've written enough essays the night before, it's not fun, I hate it actually, but as long as I still have time I know from experience that I'm not going to do it yet. If I were on my deathbed then I could just make my dying words "I was a girl the whole time" and I wouldn't have to deal with any of the consequences because I'd be dead. In a way, that's the easy way out. Which, y'know, is the whole point! If I wait until I don't have any time left to start living, then I almost may as well have not done anything! That's what the movie is scared of.

I do actually have time, it is genuinely fine if I don't do anything right this second, or tonight, or this month, but how many years do I want to let that add up? I don't want to spend another year like this, much less ten! The scary thing isn't the idea of "dying like this" - how I am at the moment of my death is almost immaterial compared to how I am in all the years I'll have before then! The scary thing is every day I spend being like this, and none of them individually are all that scary but all of them is terrifying! I can't believe that I don't have time because it's not true and because then I'd be so paralyzed with fear and despair I wouldn't do anything, but if I actually fully believed that I did have time, I'd do what Owen did!

The more I think about it the more odd it seems that people are latching onto the phrase "there is still time" as a message of hope. It is pretty objectively a true statement in this context and it's even pretty inarguably hopeful, but it's also kinda obviously a phrase that can only be meant to encourage inaction. The point of it is that you don't have to do anything (yet). In a movie that we can all see is clearly about how you need to do something! It's created a fascinating environment where people say "There is still time, so go on hrt today!" seemingly without spotting any contradiction! If there's still time, I may as well start tomorrow, right?

Yes, if you don't believe you have time, if you believe your life is already over, then you're probably not going to do anything to improve it, but equally as much, who would ever take a risk to improve their life now if they think they have all the time in the world?

[bewiiitched]

INTRO:

Sex doll (chapter one)

Warnings: MINORS DON'T INTERACT, +18, mentions of rape, mutant powers as drugs, violence, alcoholism, age gap (reader is mid 20's)

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The next day, just as he had said, Wade practically drags her out of his apartment before she has a chance to speak.

— Let me go! I know what you’re planning!

She growled, backing up heavily as the mercenary pulled on her arm, so she tried to kick him only for him to catch her leg and kick her back, causing her to fall to the floor. Seeing an advantage, the young woman was quick to strengthen her grip, grabbing the wrist that held his arm and gaining stability before kicking him in the balls, earning a groan of pain that forced him to double over for a moment.

Having lost strength in her grip, she wasted no time in pulling on his arm and freeing his leg, using both to hit his shin as she pulled, causing him to lose his balance and fall on top of her.

“It’s not me you have to— you bitch!

He groaned in pain, pulling away the arm that had been bitten while dodging the fist that was headed towards his cheekbone. — right, right, I get it!

He exclaimed, under her warning gaze. One touch and he would be screaming in pain. And the mercenary seemed to be considering it given his malicious look.

— You know a kiss would have done the same, no need to bite, but if you like it rough...

He spoke in a suggestive tone, earning an innocent smile from the female, before she squeezed the arm that kept her against the ground and all gestures froze. Maintaining contact, she simply shook him off by wrapping her legs around his torso and turning her hips to the side.

— Shut the fuck up.

She growled, knowing that he was paralyzed thanks to her touch and spasms were beginning to haunt his body.

— A date. — She answered in an accusatory tone under the mercenary's fixed gaze. — Al told me, a double date, really? Forget it, I don't even know how he agreed.

Releasing her grip, the young woman smiled sarcastically because although she had freed her body so that she could move normally, she had stimulated her nerves in such a way that she couldn't get rid of the annoying itch for a while.

Seeing how it took effect and she dedicated a series of curses to him, Wade's gaze made her narrow her eyes in suspicion. — He doesn't even know.

— Well, it's easier to convince him if you're already there. You know, he's not very talkative.

— He never is.

— Your girlfriend has arrived.

Wolverine's voice takes them both by surprise, and they turn to look at him only to see him standing in the doorway, now open, of her apartment. Standing in his spot and observing the situation with a look that makes it clear he wants to stay out of it, the older man's lips curve into a smile as he watches the mercenary suffer in silence.

Judging by his appearance, it was clear that the mutant was heading somewhere, and Wade wasn't about to let it happen. — Hey, wait, wait, where are you going? I need support up there.

He spoke, causing Wolverine to raise an eyebrow, watching distractedly as Wade scratched his right arm until wounds began to appear that healed within a second. — Are you going to stop this? Give me a hand here!

He moaned, looking at her over his shoulder, feeling the itch all over his body and nowhere at the same time. Giving him an innocent smile, she shook her head, ignoring the knowing look Wade was throwing.

— Me? It seems like a matter of yours.

She answered in the same tone, as she saw Logan get up and their eyes connected for a second, making her turn around and grab a beer from the fridge only to realize there wasn't any.

— Wade. — She called in a soft voice, but with a murderous look. — Where is my beer?

— I needed it for yesterday's party, more people came than I imagined. And Logan? He's an alcoholic with guilt issues, you're made for each other!

Frowning, Logan looked at him with a glare. — He also took a tub of your ice cream.

— Hey!

Offended, he opened his mouth to reprimand him for the lack of companionship until out of the corner of his eye he caught reader approaching with a promising smile.

— Oops, that's my signal, it's not good manners to keep a lady waiting.

He muttered before rushing to the door, but not before pushing Logan inside the apartment and closing the door behind him. Offering an apologetic smile, she sighed. — I can barely stand his nonsense and I don't live with him, I don't know how you haven't killed him already.

— I killed him enough times during the mission. — He spoke, calming his gaze when he noticed her discomfort at his presence.

— You know, it seemed like you were going somewhere and I don't want to keep you, that idiot...

— Was planning a double date?

Her look must be comical, since Logan sketched a small smile. With a slight stutter she soon realizes that his enhanced senses are to blame and the she can't decide where to hide to escape the situation.

— Hell, apparently he had everything planned since I didn't go to dinner or so Al told me, he was talking to Peter about it! God, I-I didn't even know anything until today and obviously it's nonsense, he just doesn't know how to face Vanessa and makes an excuse, you're not even...

Her rant fades away when she notices the mutant's gaze on her, and involuntarily blushes with embarrassment as she realizes her nonsense. Under his scrutiny the she squirms nervously and Logan doesn't seem to want to break the silence as he analyzes her.

At first glance, the concern he had been able to notice in her for Wade had made him think that there could be something between them, so the mercenary's explanation at that moment had taken him by surprise, and from there the subject had cooled, if his version of that world had died as a hero, what had made him cross paths with a Weapon X participant?

— I don't know what he told you but...

Her voice is almost gone, not really knowing how to approach the subject, and at the same time, having believed that it was all forgotten. What was the point of all this if he wasn't her Logan? If she couldn't repair the damage she'd caused?

— Your scent is overwhelming— he growls, wrinkling his nose which makes him take a step back from the sensory overload.

— Well, mine only?

She realizes that the similarities between both variants are not few, and yet this Logan has a tired look that he hadn't seen in the original. A disdainful smile crosses the mutant's expression as he takes the hint and takes a few steps closer, taking a flask of alcohol out of his pocket. He barely used it, but it had become a habit to carry it when he had been forced to leave the bars of his world.

With a wry look, there is a look of understanding on her face as he turns to take out two glasses. — I'm not the best person to share alcohol with.

"Or saliva. »

She thinks with a grimace, as she pushes the glass in his direction, sliding it down the bar until it threatens to fall but the mutant grabs it in time, serving alcohol to both of them, she licks her lips thinking of what to say, she stops with a light laugh, the whole situation is ridiculous.

— You're not even him, you have to think I'm crazy.

She murmured, taking a seat behind the counter of her kitchen. Then she begins: — During my period in Weapon X, I was in charge of keeping the rest of the mutants in line, supervising the safety of the staff while they carried out the experiments.

She pauses to take a drink, and her expression turns sour at the memories that form in her mind. — Other times, it was to test their limits, punish them or make them more docile.

She can see the mutant's gears turning to understand the situation, and he opens his mouth with a cautious expression. — Did Mouth say something about fluids...?

— Aphrodisiacs? Yeah, fuck him.

Her voice is filled with disgust.— My power is... I usually explain it like a wolf in sheep's clothing. It's in my blood, saliva, in my tears, etc. It needs to get into the person's system in order to control their nerves. However, that's not the danger.

She rolls her eyes, taking another drink, longer than the last. — Once it's in the person's system, the person loses their mind from lust, it's a piece of cake to get information. — She whisper, watching him refill her glass in silence.

— Wade wasn't lying when he told you. When they realized that my use was another, they put me as a spy or a mere distraction.

There's a resignation in her tone, which makes him tilt his head, remembering the mercenary's words about how Vanessa and she seemed to have a pretty close relationship. And yet, a look of disgust crosses his face at the idea that she had dedicated herself to espionage.

— Did you join the X-Men?

He ask, there is a slight accusation in his voice, and is huskier than usual, however, she raised her eyebrows, letting herself lean on the back of the chair. — Do you think they would have accepted me?

She smirks mockingly, staring at her empty glass while her hand rests on her chin. — It was a one night stand and I almost die.

Her discomfort in talking about it makes it clear that it's about him, or rather the other Logan. However, the mention of his near death makes Logan look at her, catching longing on her face.

— I had started to rebel after the last missions, well. — She stops, with a sneer on her face. — To be fair, since they had ordered me to spy. They sent me on a suicide mission to test your limits, not even getting information out of you, there was nothing that could interest them beyond whether you could be incapacitated. If you could be, it would mean that we could keep Wade under control. But Ajax had been ordered to kill him.

Wade's words make sense and Logan's gaze darkens. — You...?

He is immediately interrupted by the her expression, his nose catching her scent as she downplays the matter with a gesture of her hand. — At all costs. —

— You didn't want to.

— No one did.

[fcthots]

I'm literally tearing up this morning at the idea of Tim sitting in the cave, trying to get some important work done like usual when suddenly a wave of darkness ascends upon the cave. Like something out of a horror movie, dread washes over Tim as he fearfully creaks his head around to see Gus sitting on the chair, looking over Tim's shoulder—MENACINGLY.

I had so much fun writing this.

It was 5 am and everyone else had gone to bed. There was a fear gas attack and while no one had been unable to put on their rebreather, the manor was still on lockdown, though, just to monitor in case of any delayed effects. Tim wasn't supposed to be on the batcomputer but it was important! He was doing research on the new chemicals Scarecrow had added to his toxin and if their addition changed the effects of the formula as compared to the original. As it turns out, he was right. It seemed that now prolonged exposure could cause delayed effects. Fuck, Tim loves being right! He starts recording any other new effects the toxin may have.

A chill hits him. The hairs on the back of his neck raise. He can feel eyes with malicious intent watching him. After being robin for so long, he knows what the stare of a real threat feels like as it watches its prey. Fuck. Someone must have gotten into the cave. He thinks of yelling for Kon, but Kryptonians can't hear into the cave. His family is all asleep in their respective bedrooms, and there's no one that can get to him in time. He hasn't acknowledged their presence yet, so he could pick up his phone and pretend to send a funny text to a friend but actually text the other bats, but that could also backfire if his intruder swooped in while he was vulnerable.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Maybe his rebreather was cracked. Maybe this is all just delayed fear gas effects. Maybe one of his siblings hadn't handed all of their gear off to be washed and he's just getting a mini whiff of the gas, and that's why he feels the eyes of a predator on his back.

He hears something rustle.

Ok, so not a hallucination, probably. Auditory hallucinations usually take exposure to copious amounts of gas, but maybe this was all part of the new strand.

He could feel them getting closer. He slowly wraps his hand round a battarang that was left on the desk. He can't see anything in the reflection of the screen. On the count of three he has to turn around and face his opponent.

Three. Fuck, he's exhausted.

Two. He's too tired to be doing this.

One. Bruce is gonna kill him if he dies.

Go.

He turns around and stands all in one motion, staying as low to the ground as possible. He doesn't have long to take in all of his surroundings, so he does it quick. This would be so much easier if he had his mask, which can track the heat of body signatures, but he took it off so Alfred could clean it. He really hopes Alfred isn't the one to find his body.

He doesn’t see anything in his immediate line of sight. He keeps his body moving, so he's a harder target. He looks everywhere else. Nothing. Maybe it's an LOA assassin. Ra's needs to get off his dick already.

But he looks even in the spots where a ninja would be trained to hide, and... nothing. Nothing at all. An alarming amount of nothing. By his calculations there was an 85% chance that it wasn't a hallucination. He drops his fighting stance. He did forget to factor in his sleep deprivation...

As soon as his guard is down, he is immediately attacked from behind. He whirls around and drops back into a fighting stance. His training kicks in. Don’t look at the affected area first, look at your attacker first. He ignores the pain in his leg and looks to where they would have to be standing and...nothing. He looks down to his leg.

Fucking Gus.

"Get off of me, asshole!! Why are you even here? Can Jason seriously not sleep without his cat fucking night?" Tim tries to peel Gus's claws out of him where Gus's limbs are wrapped around his leg. "Ow! Fuck! Don't bite me! This is why I don’t pet you. Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me."

He finally tosses Gus off his leg and Gus runs away impressively fast for a cat if his size.

Tim yells out across the batcave, "I never thought I could hate a cat until I met you!"

[fiction-is-life]

A Dish Best Served Hot

Summary: You get exactly what you want all in one eventful outdoor movie night.  Set during season one.

Warnings: Plotless smut, kinda bitchy reader, language, mention of guns/weapons, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, creampie, clit slapping, mention of oral (fem receiving)/face riding

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“Baby, please,” Topper whined in your ear.  It was surprising he was being as quiet as he was.  

“Someone will notice, Top,” you whispered back.  

He groaned into your neck and dug his fingers into your waist where they rested.  “Everyone is focused on the movie.  Nobody is even looking at us,” he reasoned.  

“Topper…”

He kissed your neck, his soft lips making you shiver.  “You’re just so beautiful, baby, I can’t help it.  Just let me slip it in under the blanket; nobody will notice,” he spoke as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck.  

You bent your neck to give him more access, and he took the opportunity to bite your neck lightly, immediately soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue.  

You reached back to palm his crotch with one hand, finding a small wet spot where his precum had been leaking onto his shorts.  You licked your lips as a smirk grew on them.  “Hmm, you really do need this, pretty boy.  Leaking onto your shorts and making a mess,” you hummed, teasing him.

His grip tightened on your waist, and he moaned into your neck.  You took your hand away at that, denying him any pleasure.  “It’s a pretty big risk, Top; I don’t know if I want to take it,” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts up and driving your boyfriend even wilder.

His nose nuzzled your ear as he pulled you in closer, playing the doting, cuddling boyfriend for anybody who happened to be looking.  “If you let me do this now, I’ll sit you down on my face until you are crying for me to stop later,” he practically growled.

A flood of honey-wetness soaked your panties at this.  You nodded your head, not trusting your voice.  You felt Topper’s lips curl into a smile.  “Good girl.”

Very carefully, Topper lifted you onto his lap, having already freed his cock from his shorts.  He arranged the blanket on top of you securely before lifting your sundress up enough to shimmy your panties down your thighs.

While everyone was focused on the most dramatic part of the movie, Topper managed to slip his cock into your dripping pussy.  It took a few thrusts, but he finally bottomed out.  You took deep breaths, trying not to cry out at how well he filled you.  “You feel even bigger from this angle, Topper.  I can feel you in my fucking stomach,” you whimpered.  

You almost blew your cover when you felt a large, warm hand press down on your belly, making you feel the bulge there even more prominently.  “You ready for me to move, baby girl?  Think you can handle it?”

You clenched around him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he groaned.  

Topper started to thrust quickly yet shallowly, trying to minimize the chance of anyone noticing.  You let out a cry when he hit your g-spot.  You were lucky that a jump scare had happened at the same time, but you still looked around you to make sure nobody had noticed.  

Your eyes locked on a pair of blue ones a few rows in front of you.  You smirked, leaning your head back onto Topper’s shoulder casually.  “Maybank noticed us, baby.  He’s looking right at me,” you whispered.  

Topper’s thrusts became harder at this, making you bite your lip.  “Let him look.  He just knows he’ll never have the hottest girl on the island.  Serves him right for putting a gun to my head,” he huffed.  

You could see the tent growing in Maybank’s cargo shorts, and your face lit with an idea.  “Touch my clit, Top,” you demanded.  

Your face twisted in a silent moan when Topper’s fingers ran through your slick, gathering it up before slapping your clit.  He rubbed your clit in tight circles, making the growing knot in your stomach intensify.  His thrusts quickened, and you could feel him twitch inside of you, just as close as you were already. 

“Cum inside me, Topper, please,” you whimpered, making sure JJ could read your lips.  

“Oh, fuck, baby, your killing me,” were the last words you heard before you were being stuffed full with hot spurts of your boyfriend’s cum.  The feeling alone was enough to make you cum hard, but the rough pad of Topper’s finger on your clit and the fact you were being watched had you coming completely undone.  Your vision blacked out and you were loud enough to draw a few concerned looks your way.

When you caught your breath, you opened your eyes to see Maybank’s still on you.  Not breaking eye contact, you brought Topper’s hand to your lips, sucking his cum soaked fingers in your mouth.  You cleaned them off, letting them slip out of your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’.

You reached up and tilted Topper’s head down to give him a lingering kiss.  You settled back into his arms, electrified yet sated.  The last thing you saw before closing your eyes was JJ Maybank storming off, his dick looking painfully hard, and you smirked, getting exactly what you wanted out of the night - and you couldn’t wait for Topper’s skilled tongue to clean your pussy of his cum later.

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Hi honey, I've been following you for a while, I love your fics, spending hours reading them. I wanted to ask you, if it's okay with you and you have time, if you would like to write another fanfiction about hort, it's so underrated, I love you, have a good day<3

Hort X Ever! Reader

Authors note: Hi Libraia thank you so much for your request! I love Hort so much I’d die for him. I hope this writing is to your liking. I know that I’m super irregular with my writing it’s because I’m lazy and never have any ideas. But hope you enjoy. I love you to have a wonderful day/night. ❤️

Warning: Book Hort/Movie Hort, swearing. Not proofread. I think that’s it.

- He first saw you at that bullshit Ever/Never meeting thing. Where the Ever boys performed and stuff.

- He saw you and a spark lit his Never heart.

- He didn’t think an Ever would ever capture his eye, but you…you were so sweet and pure. You had a genuine smile on your face.

- Of course that was only a fantasy to Hort. You would never even notice him. He was a weasel Never boy, and you were an Ever, a princess/prince who would find a perfect prince/princess.

- That was until one day at lunch. He was getting picked on for being a weasel boy who couldn’t do more than sprout two hairs of a wolf.

“What a loser.” “Sad excuse for a Never. You couldn’t scare a fly-“ The hog boy who was spouting bullshit of insults in the weasel boy’s face got hit with something. He turns around to see you standing there. “Did you throw something at me?” He growls in hatred. You throw another rock at him. “Why you-“ and another. “HEY STO-“ oh. That one got him right in his third eye. He is bleeding. “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING NOTHING BUT A BIG BULLY!” You scream. The hog boy doesn’t like that. He starts charging at you. You scream naturally, and start running. Right as the hog boy is about to grab you Hort punches him right in his big borish face. Now you’re both running. Eventually you find yourselves hiding under a bridge like hide. You stick out your hand with a smile, “I’m (Name)”

- Hort sees the nicest Ever, ever.

- He couldn’t believe that you had did that for him. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, but you stood up for him.

- From that point on Hort is even more hopelessly devoted to you. He is going to protect you from everything he can.

- He’s the big bad wolf to your riding hood (Ever After High Red)

- You eat lunch with him from that point forward.

- Of course the hog boy did come back for a round two. You guys run each time to the same spot. Until it just gets old and you punch hog boy so hard he sees star. He leaves y’all alone after that.

- Hort does the little things for you. Opens your drinks/snacks. Get you anything you want. Helps you study, does your homework. All that stuff.

- He has an ANYTHING for you mindset. And “ANYTHING” means ANYTHING! From cookie to murder. He’ll do it.

- Being in a relationship with him is very loving.

- He looks at you like you put the moon in the sky.

- He’ll support anything you do. Any hobbies, traits, or anything whatever you do.

- He likes to give you feather kisses. Like little pepper flakes.

- And LOVES cuddles. Doesn’t matter where or when he wants to be touching you. He’ll pull you into him whenever.

- Not until later into the relationship will he touch your ass. He’s not going to smack it. He has the ultimate high respect for you. He will NOT be touching without your permission.

- And even if he does get your permission he’ll be reluctant to touch you that way. He’ll be a blushing boy

- If anyone else touches you they won’t have hands to touch you with anymore.

- He will not play around when it comes to your safety.

- All the Ever boys/girls trying to flirt with you, he hates it.

- He already thinks you’re too good for him but he knows that anyone else isn’t good enough for you.

- He might get a bit insecure sometimes because he will get in his head and start thinking that maybe you should be with an Ever. That maybe they can treat you better. (They can’t)

- He’s possessive. He wants you to himself because he doesn’t trust anyone else and he isn’t losing you.

- He’s not leaving you. No matter how sad or mad you are.

- He’s not going to be the best at comforting you when sad because he’s never really experienced that but he’ll try. He wants to punch and kill your problems and he will if he can but if not he’ll cuddle you and sniff your hair.

- I think that he likes to bring you trinkets like “oh a pretty rock” or “oh a butterfly wing” just little things he finds he wants to give to you.

- I think he likes to have his hair played with.

- You two have to sneak out to meet each other.

- Most nights under the moon in the forest are more magical than the one before it. You two lay in the grass just holding onto each other and telling the other about all the things they’ve missed and whatever else

- Just let him sniff your hair, hold you, steal your items occasionally, and he’ll be just fine.

- He promises you that one day he’ll get you out of the bullshit school and give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

[gibson-g1rl]

I Heart You

Franken Kyle Spencer x Fem Reader 

Warnings: nothing but fluff :)

You knew Kyle before the accident, you had met him at one of the college parties Madison had dragged you to, he was genuinely one of the sweetest boys you had ever met. 

You remembered the first time you saw him after the accident, you shot him a small smile and all he did was stare at you, it was like he recognized you but couldn’t quite place his finger on where he knew you from. 

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You still remembered the day clearly; you were in the kitchen fixing yourself a snack when Zoe frantically entered and paced over to where you were standing. 

“Hey Y/n, you busy?” She said as you looked up towards her.

“Uh no not really, what's up?” You said as you finally faced Zoe properly.

“Could you uh, maybe watch Kyle for me for the day, it’s just, I need a bit of a break and I need to do a few things you know without having to worry about him and you’re the only person I trust to like actually watch him sooo.” 

“I’ll watch him yeah.” You said as you smiled at her, Zoe quickly wrapped her arms around your figure, squeezing you as she said, ‘thank you’. 

The two of you quickly made it up to your room and upon entering, you found the blonde headed boy already seated on your bed, headphones over his ears and an iPad on his lap. 

Zoe made her way over to the boy and tapped his shoulder, causing Kyle to look up at her and take the headphones off. 

“Okay Kyle, so Y/n’s going to be watching you today, so you need to listen to her, you remember her, right?” He looked towards you and shot you a sweet smile (which you returned) before looking back at Zoe. 

“Okay well have fun you two, bye.” Zoe said as she made her way out of your room, closing the door behind her. 

Now that it was just you and Kyle, the silence became deafening, but you were determined to make Kyle feel comfortable in your care.

“Okay so, Zoe gave me these card things and told me I should try and go through them with you and then I was thinking I could make us something to eat or order something and then we could maybe watch a movie, how does that sound?” You said as you made your way towards the skittish boy and sat down next to him.

All Kyle did was look at you in confusion but soon he nodded his head at your words, showing off his beautiful dimples as he smiled. Kyle felt so comfortable around you already and he had no idea why, there was just something about you that made him feel safe. 

The two of you quickly got comfortable in the spots on your bed as you pulled a random flash card from the deck and place it in front of Kyle. He had practiced the word on it multiple times with Zoe but now when he was trying to say it alone, the word only came out in little fragments. 

“Hey, it's okay take your time.” You said as you noticed him frown. He tried over and over but the word just refused to leave his mouth, he could see and say the word perfectly in his head but when it came to saying it out loud, it just wouldn’t happen.

“Stu-stupid so stupid!” He said as a few tears began to form in his eyes, his hands hitting himself over and over against his head. 

You immediately reached for his hands and put them to his chest, shushing him as he shoved his face inside the crook of your neck. You were taken back by this but still let him sob his heart out into your shoulder. You couldn’t imagine how hard this must’ve been for him. 

You let go of his hands and reached for his chin, making him look up at you. 

“You’re not stupid Kyle, stop saying that. I know you can do this, just take your time and it will all come flowing back to you I just know it.” Your other hand went up and wiped the tears that had fallen down his cheeks, eliciting a smile from him.  

He slowly started calming down again, sitting back and looking at the card.

“F-fo-food.” Your eyes widened as he got the word right, immediately wrapping your arms around him in celebration.

“See I knew you could do it Kyle!” You said as you unwrapped your arms from the boy. His smile only widened at your genuine excitement on his part.

The rest of the day went by swiftly and Kyle had gotten incredibly comfortable around you, even laughing at the horrible jokes you’d make.

The day ended with the two of you laying in your bed, watching a movie together. You were about to say something to Kyle regarding the movie but you were interrupted by light snores coming from the boy as he nuzzled his face into your side. His nose twitching as your hair touched his face. You all but smiled at his peaceful state and not long after that, you fell asleep yourself, you and Kyle unknowingly cuddling into each other.

Once Zoe arrived home she made her way to your room and was taken back by the sight of the two of you cuddled up together, she smiled at how comfortable both of you looked before closing the door and heading back to her room for the night.

Ever since that day, the two of you were inseparable, Kyle clinging onto you, the two of you as thick as thieves. He felt so safe with you and you were the only person who never got tired of his little moods here and there or just never got tired of him in general.

You were making your way up to your room, you just finished your last couple of classes, the wind was howling outside, the sky thick with grey clouds, heavy rain pouring from them. Just as you entered your room, a lightning bolt struck across the sky, accompanied by a loud roar of thunder. God you loved days like these.

Upon entering, your eyes glazed over the entire room, searching for the familiar head of blonde curls you’ve grown fond to. He was nowhere to be seen.

Your steps slowly reached your bathroom and your eyes fell upon a trembling Kyle, his hands clutched to his ears to drown out the sound of the thunder. You rushed towards him, startling him in the process but as soon as he saw it was you, he wrapped his arms around your middle and buried his face into your chest.

“Hey baby, it’s all good, it’s just thunder don’t worry about it.” You said as your hands reached towards his face and slowly caressed the skin there. He shook his head against your body, his body shaking as all the sounds from outside just grew louder. You placed a kiss to his unruly hair, letting him know that you weren’t going anywhere.

“It’s okay Kyle, I promise. How about I run a bath for us then make some popcorn and hot chocolate and we get under the covers and watch a movie?” You said, whispering into the boys ear as you caressed his back lightly.

He nodded against you and that was your sign to slowly pry your body from his grasp to run the bath.

While the bath was filling up, you added some bubble bath along with lighting some candles around your bathroom. Once the bath was filled up, Kyle instantly began tearing off his clothes and made his way into the bath, the water splashing around as he settled in. You soon reached for your clothes too and got into the tub with Kyle, your back pressed against his chest.

He took this as a sign to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, the sounds from outside being nothing but a whisper to him now.

As you moved your hands through the warm, bubbly water, telling Kyle about your day, you began to feel him drawing shapes into your back. You thought nothing of it as he often drew shapes into your skin to calm himself down. Your interest was peaked though when you felt him write the following into your skin.

I ♡ You

You turned your head to the side as Kyle began speaking.

“I lo-love you.” He said as he nuzzled his face into your neck. Your heart swooned at his words, causing you to sit up and turn to face him. You pressed a kiss to his cheeks, then his forehead, his nose and finally his lips.

He smiled into the kiss before placing a loving kiss on your nose and showing off his dimples as he smiled.

“I love you too Ky.”

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Are You Watching?

Katsuki Bakugou x reader

~ Bakugou has never seen your favorite movie before, and so you end up watching him more than the movie.

Genre: Fluff

a/n: I do this alot, I just get so excited when I’m watching one of my favorite movies with someone I want to know that they are liking it.

As you walk through your front door and kick off your shoes that just don't quite fit right, you are hit with an overwhelming sense of victory.

Today was a bitch, but you made it through unscathed.

That in itself calls for a celebration of self-care. With Katsuki still out on patrol for a bit, you decide to slip into something cozy, get yourself a big bowl of microwavable popcorn, and take out your stack of DVDs.

But these aren't just any DVDs; these are your favorite comfort movies, the kind you can watch anytime and never get bored. You know every line by heart, quoting the lines under your breath and laughing in anticipation of your favorite scenes.

You've only been watching for twenty minutes or so, but your mood has already been raised up out of the gutters of exhaustion and disappeared when you first came home.

"Oi, what are you watching?" a familiar guff voice calls from behind you, sending elated prickles over your skin as your turn around.

Katsuki Bakugou, your boyfriend leans up against the doorway, he looks so natural, but you have a feeling he posed himself that way to look cool in front of you. You pause the movie and turn your full attention to your handsome partner, who looks just as exhausted as you did earlier.

"Suki, I didn't hear you come in." you smile, scooting over on the couch. "Get changed and come watch these with me."

"Haven't you seen this one before?" he yells from down the hall, already changing into his comfy clothes. He loves watching movies with you; it makes him feel normal after a long day dealing with the worst society has to offer.

"Yeah, so? It's one of my favorites," you call back defensively. "What's the big deal?"

"I just don't get how you can watch the same damn movie so many times," he grumbles, coming back into the living room wearing a black shirt and some flannel pajama bottoms you got him for Christmas last year. He is already looking more relaxed than he did before. Off in the distance, you can barely make out the sound of the washing machine buzzing to life, cleaning the rest of the day out of his hero costume.

"But you haven't seen it yet." you giggle, flipping up the mountain of blankets dramatically so he can get under them with you, patting the now open spot with your other hand.

He chuckles amusedly and joins you on the couch. His warmth comforts you in a different way than the blankets have as you breathe in his familiar scent. "This is much better," you sigh as his arm wraps around you. You place your head on his chest, your favorite kind of pillow.

"Bad day?" he asks, gently rubbing circles onto your skin.

"Not the best," you admit, shuddering at the memories from earlier today. You'd tell him all the annoying details later, but now, unwinding is the priority. "You?"

"It was pretty shitty, but I've had worse," he responds flatly. You believe him; the news coverage today told you all you needed to know about his bad day. 

"Then I guess we can just stay here until it all goes away," you chuckle, reaching for the remote and pressing play. Bakugou wouldn't admit it out loud, but the idea of just staying here on the couch, cozy with you in his arms, is the perfect ending to any day, no matter how shitty it was. 

Your conversation dies down as you both watch the movie. It really is the kind that you can watch over and over again. 

You think to yourself that it's strange that even after watching this movie in your living room so many times, Katsuki has never seen it for himself.

Wait, if he hasn't seen it before, that means he doesn't know about The Twist. 

You find your eyes drifting from the screen over to his handsome face. His crimson gaze remains transfixed on the screen in front of him. There is something so satisfying about watching someone watch your favorite movie so intently. Even if it's one he would not choose to watch himself.

You know what's going to happen, so you don't need to be watching as close. Katsuki is much more interesting right now. How will he react? Some of your friends said that the Twist was predictable, but others said they had no idea it was coming. The anticipation of it all makes you look at him even more intensely. 

Sensing your gaze on him, he turns his head towards you. "What are you looking at?" he huffs, "Do I have somethin on my face?"

"No," you say, looking away quickly, "It's nothing; keep watching."

He shrugs it off and returns his attention to the screen. You try and focus on the movie, but you can't help it; you have to see what he thinks about the Twist. You have to see his face. You shamelessly bring your gaze back over to him, only to find that he is not looking at the screen at all. His eyes are on you.

"Suki, you're not watching; this is important," you whine dramatically as if you are not the whole reason he is distracted in the first place.

He tsks, "How am I supposed to watch the damn movie if you're staring at me like that?" his voice rising in volume. 

"Just pay attention," you pout, crossing your arms over your chest., "I just wanted to see what you thought about the next part. It's my favorite."

His gaze softens as he tries to untangle your crossed arms. "Such a weirdo," he chuckles, leaning over and giving your cheek a quick kiss. "I'm watchin, I Promise."

Despite the dry air outside, his lips are still soft and smooth against your skin. You uncross your arms and return to your previous position on top of him. "You gotta watch," you mumble, trying to discreetly look at him and the screen at the same time.

And then it happens—the Twist. 

The main character being betrayed by their own best friend. You've seen this part so many times you could quote it word for word. But Katsuki…

"Where the Hell did that come from," he yells, sitting up quickly, ruining your comfortable resting spot against him. His mouth is agape, and his eyes are wide as he stares back at you, hoping for some sort of explanation. His features then go from shock to loving irritation as he ruffles your hair on top of your head. "You were waiting for me to watch this, weren't you?" 

"I knew you'd be surprised," you grin cheekily. Trying to bat away his hand from your head. "There were a few hints earlier on that make more sense."

"What hints?" he asks, narrowing his eyes and biting the inside of his cheeks as he tries to recall any sort of detail that would lead to the reveal of this betrayal. Obviously, he is still very troubled by the turn of events. "I didn't see any damn hints. Gimme the remote; we are watching this thing again."

[st-eve-barnes]

You know that I'm no good (chapter 4)

(Modern Aegon x fem Reader, Modern Sihtric x fem Reader)

Summary: You want Sihtric. Aegon wants Skade. There's only one small problem: Sihtric and Skade are dating each other.

This chapter: Aegon takes you out on another date and Helaena's concerns grow. Lots of fluff in this one ;)

Warning for the entire series: 18+ for explicit language and smut. Angst/comfort/fluff. Fake dating and so much mutual pining. Mentions of depression/drinking/self harm.

This is an Aegon x Reader fic with a bit of Sihtric x Reader on the side. I've wanted to write a modern AU that combines The Last Kingdom and House of the dragon for a while now so here it is!

Word count: +2400

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You didn’t see Aegon, or Sihtric, for another week and your initial excitement had soon died down when you realized a potential invite to do something together wasn’t an actual invite to do something together. Sihtric had probably already forgotten he ever mentioned it, and he most likely just said that to be polite to you, not because he really wanted to do it.

So you let yourself get absorbed by work that week, only texting Helaena every now and then. When Friday night came along and you hadn’t heard from Aegon you were getting ready to install yourself on the couch with some pizza and catch up on some Netflix shows you’d been missing out on.

The knock on the door made you want to smack whoever was on the other end and for a moment you contemplated just ignoring it. But then they knocked again.

“I know you’re home, buttercup, I can see the lights on,” Aegon’s voice reached through the door, making you sigh.

You stumbled to your front door and opened it.”What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

“People usually call before they drop by.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t planning on it but Aemond just texted me there’s a movie festival over by the river, it’s like right there in front of your apartment.”

His eyes took you in from top to bottom, checking out your pink Hello Kitty top and sweat pants and then meeting your eyes with a little grin. “And it definitely looks like you didn’t have any plans tonight,” he concluded. 

“Doing nothing and watching Netflix is my plan,” you answered while giving him an angry glare.

“Come on, please,” he begged,”It’s like the perfect couples activity, I bet Sihtric and Skade will be there.”

You sighed dramatically but also opened the door to let him step inside your apartment.

“Remember when I said I’d regret dating you? This is the moment.”

Aegon just smiled and plopped himself down onto your couch, browsing through the Netflix menu while you moved to your bedroom to start changing.

***

Your dread about going out disappeared as soon as you arrived by the outdoor cinema, its cozy lights and comfortable seating by the water looked so inviting. You hated to admit it but this looked a lot better than your stuffy couch and Netflix.

Aegon got you both some drinks and popcorn while you looked for a suitable spot. You settled for one of the blankets right by the water and you quickly scanned the area for any sighting of Sihtric or Skade but to no avail.

Aegon found you just in time for the commercials to start.

“I never asked you what movie they’re playing,” you suddenly realized.

“Oh, Notting Hill,” he mentioned casually and you hit him on the arm with the biggest grin on your face.

”If you had just said that right away I wouldn’t have objected!”

Aegon smiled at your enthusiasm,”That one of your favorites, is it?”

“Of course! God, I love that movie, you have no idea,” you squeezed his arm,”Thank you so much for taking me.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he smiled and shook his head, unable to look away from you for a moment.

You both watched the commercials and then the movie started. You sighed annoyed at several couple arriving late and blocking your view but your irritation faded quickly when you recognized Skade’s long blonde curls and saw that Sihtric was right behind her. They found a seat not far from where you both were sitting.

“Told you,” Aegon grinned.

“Alright, you were right, now shut up and let me watch the movie.”

He laughed at your obvious irritation and took advantage of how focussed you were on the screen to let his eyes roam all over you again. Skade was right there yet he could’t tear his eyes away from you, what was up with that? He took another long sip from his drink and tried to shake it off.

You’d been so engulfed by the movie you hadn’t realized Aegon hadn’t touched you at all yet tonight until your eyes caught sight of Sihtric and Skade halfway in the film. They were cuddling up together and making out and behaving as an actual couple should behave and suddenly your good mood just dropped.

You forced yourself to look away from them and just watch the screen again but you were unable to hide the disappointment on your face. Aegon noticed the shift in your mood.

“You okay?” he asked,”Do you need me to get you another drink? Some ice?”

“No, I’m good,” you answered, not taking your eyes off the screen to look at him. You both continued watching the movie in silence for a while until Aegon noticed you were shivering.

“You cold?” he asked softly.

“A little bit,” you confessed,”I should have brought a sweater or something, it’s my fault.”

Aegon took off his jacket without giving it any second thought and gently placed it over your shoulders.”Put it on.”

You looked away from the screen to give him a grateful smile and did as he suggested.”Thanks, what about you though?”

“Targaryen blood, the cold doesn’t bother me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh,”Okay, Elsa.”

This made Aegon laugh as well and he bumped his shoulder against yours, moving to sit a little closer to you.

“You gonna eat all that popcorn?” you asked, pointing towards his cup that was still half full while yours was empty.

“Oh, you’re going to take that from me as well now?” he teased,”You’re such a needy girlfriend, jesus.”

But he didn’t hesitate to put his cup in the middle so you could reach in.

“Sorry,” you grinned up at him and you both stared at each other for a moment.

You broke eye contact first and turned to watch the screen again. Aegon grabbed a handful of popcorn and then offered some to you. He kept doing that throughout the rest of the movie, letting you eat out of his hand, smiling quietly every time your fingers brushed his.

Without even realizing it you’d been leaning closer and closer to him until your head was resting on his shoulder.

Aegon’s arm moved around you, his hand softly caressing your hair while you watched the movie and he fed you popcorn.

It happened so naturally, you were both just playing of course, just doing what couples were supposed to do. A quick brush of his lips against your forehead, your hand grabbing at his shirt to hug him a little closer, just to keep him warm (or so you told yourself). 

Him reciprocating, pulling you even closer to him. His hand moving from your hair down to your neck to turn your face towards his, and then his lips were on yours, kissing you so softly and so slowly you felt like your entire body was suddenly on fire. 

His tongue teased your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you opened up for him so easily and eagerly.

The ending of the movie was lost on you both, nothing else existed apart from his lips on yours and his hands grabbing at your waist, holding you so close and so tight as if he was afraid you would pull away from him the second he let you go.

But you didn’t pull away at all, you got so lost in his kisses the rest of the world around you both disappeared, even your favorite romcom didn’t matter anymore.

The movie was long over by the time you both came up for air. Aegon breathing hard and fast, you unable to stop from smiling and biting your lip. He cupped your cheek again, gently while pressing his forehead against yours, giving you a tiny smile before he leaned in and kissed you again. Softer this time, drinking in every little sigh and whimper from your lips before his tongue slipped into your mouth to deepen the kiss, devouring you with a hunger that left you breathless.

“Aegon,” you moaned softly and he hesitantly pulled back.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered,”God, sorry, I got carried away a little…sorry.”

“No, I…I didn’t mind,” you reassured him and when your eyes met his you both smiled.

“I should have asked if you were okay with that first,” he whispered.

“I’m okay with it,” you answered quickly, making his smile even brighter and he broke eye contact, biting his lip.

His hands were still on you, caressing your neck and your hip. Your hands were firmly tangled into his shirt. Neither of you making any attempts to let go of the other.

Your head felt dizzy, your lips still burning from his kisses and your heart was pounding in your chest. You couldn’t bear to look at him right now knowing it would only make you want to kiss him again. And at the same time you couldn’t not look at him.

Aegon’s eyes were soft but his pupils were dilated, he seemed to have trouble focussing on your eyes, his gaze dropping down to your lips every few seconds. He softly pressed his forehead against your temple, nuzzling your cheek. His breath was hot against your skin as his lips inched closer and closer to yours again, obviously still craving more.

You had never wanted anyone so bad and in that moment the realization hit you like a freight train…this had nothing to do with being touch starved anymore, and it no longer had anything to do with making Sihtric notice you either. 

You were falling for Aegon, hard and fast.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You pushed him back and shook your head,”You should take me home now.”

***

It was Wednesday and you were having your weekly lunch with Helaena by the town’s square. It had been almost a week since the movie date, you hadn’t seen or heard Aegon since. He’d behaved like a true gentleman that night and walked you home without laying another hand on you. 

You hated it. 

Because it made everything very clear, he was still just following the plan, his affection for you disappearing as soon as your audience disappeared. And you felt like a fool for thinking anything else. 

Skade was the girl he wanted, you knew that and you also knew that wasn’t going to change. You weren’t Aegon’s type, just like he wasn’t yours. Sihtric was the one you wanted. Even if you had to remind yourself of that fact right now. You tried to visualize Sihtric’s beautiful eyes and smile but all that filled your head was Aegon’s sweet moans as he kissed you and the way his tongue felt against yours.

“Y/N!” Helaena hit you in the face with one of her fries, eyeing you suspiciously from behind her plate,”What’s with you today? You’re a million miles away.”

“It’s nothing, I’m fine, it’s just pms,” you lied through your teeth. 

You hated lying to Helaena but you also didn’t want her to lecture you right now and you knew she would if you were going to admit you were developing feelings for her idiot brother.

“You sure?” she insisted.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just not hungry.”

“Then you’re not fine, babe.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“How’s fake dating my brother going?” she then asked.

“It’s fine.”

Helaena just kept staring at you,”You use the word fine one more time and I’m hitting you with my burger.”

“It’s fi…it’s going alright, that better?”

“No, it’s not because you’re lying to me.”

Your eyes met hers, suddenly afraid of what she was going to say next.

“You don’t need to worry, it’s nothing,” you tried to reassure her but Helaena knew you better than that.

“You can tell me, you know, I’m your best friend. Even if it’s about Aegon, you can tell me.”

Hearing her say his name was enough to make you feel emotional, it was just a few seconds but it was enough for Helaena to catch on and she sighed deeply.

“Oh no, babe, I warned you about this.”

“I know, okay,” you sighed.

“Please tell me you didn’t sleep with him,” she begged.

“Of course I didn’t sleep with him, Hel!”

“Please tell me you don’t want to sleep with him.”

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out.

Helaena covered her face with both hands, shaking her head with a desperate sigh.

“I’m sorry,” was all you could say.

“You don’t have to apologize to me,” she then said and she reached for your hand across the table,”Look at me for a second and give me your hand.”

You did as she asked.

“You’re my best friend,” she continued,”and I need you to hear me, okay, really hear me.”

You nodded your head, mentally preparing for what would follow.

But she just squeezed your hand and met your eyes with a serious look,”When I say you shouldn’t get involved with Aegon I mean it, babe. I know he’s nice and I know he’s probably being really sweet with you right now because that’s what he does, he’ll make you fall for him and he’ll make you believe you’re the one that’s going to change him, or fix him. But trust me when I say my brother is unfixable.”

“Nobody is unfixable,” you disagreed.

“Aegon is,” she answered and there was a sad tone to her voice now that somehow scared you more than her words,”He’s…there’s so much you don’t know, Y/N.”

And now her words were scaring you as well.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

You could see the hesitation on her face and after a while she shook her head.”It’s not my story to tell,” she eventually opted and gave your hand another squeeze,”Just please trust me on this. Have your fun with him, fuck him if you must but do not fall in love with him because it will not end well. You’re my best friend and I don’t want that for you.”

“Okay,” you nodded,”I will try, that’s all I can promise, okay?”

It wasn’t that you didn’t believe her, you wholeheartedly did, but you couldn’t make a promise you didn’t trust yourself to be able to keep.

Helaena nodded but you could see the doubt in her eyes, she let go of your hand and leaned back,”So how are things with the Viking then?”

You smiled,”I wouldn’t know, he hasn’t spoken a word to me since that one time at Jace’s party.”

“You should probably get on that then,” her look was so uncharacteristically serious you couldn’t help but throw one of your fries into her face. At first she didn’t react but then she burst out in laughter anyway, hitting you with her napkin.

“Bitch.”

[steddieas-shegoes]

You have provided so many headcanons and, with a lurker’s thankful heart, I am now giving you my steddie headcanon, built entirely around the idea that Steve knows he’s queer but has no idea at all that he’s kinky. I’m thinking this takes place when Eddie and Robin and Steve have all come out to each other but Eddie hasn’t explained to anyone what that black bandana in his pocket is about; either steddie are pre-slash besties or a recently established relationship.

Steve’s been stressed and Eddie really wants to do something for him, so one day they’re hanging out and Eddie asks what Steve’s idea of the most relaxing day ever is.

Steve’s like “Oh, man, I’d love a day where I don’t have to think, like, at all. Zero decision making.”

“Right, right, a lord in his castle keep, languorous and content with pizza and a constant rotation of movies and high as fuck.” Eddie has already psychically made his way to Family Video and picked up Steve’s favorite films and is mentally on his way to Melvald’s to get all his favorite snacks when Steve interrupts—

“No, no, if it was that easy I could set that up for myself. No I need another person who I really really trust who wouldn’t mind a lot of planning; I’d ask Robin but I think by hour two being in charge she’d start to get bored or start to catastrophize. I could plan the day for her and just let her run it, but that sorta defeats the purpose. Actually,” and he sits up, looks at Eddie consideringly, “actually with those long campaigns you do, I bet you could plan it. And I trust you… it’s kinda weird though.”

Eddie’s like “You know I love weirdos; hit me with it Stevie.”

Steve, starts off slowly, darting looks at Eddie’s face while he talks. “It’s morning, and my alarm isn’t set. Alarm clock isn’t even plugged in. Is it because I’m sleeping in? No— it’s because it is Someone Else’s Responsibility to get me up on time, and I trust them to do it. They wake me up and normally- depending on the day- I’d decide if I’ll shower or take a bath or just wash my face and brush my teeth before doing my hair but not this day.

No, on Steve Doesn’t Think Day they wake me up and tell me how to clean up. I’m in there and they knock on the door and say “hey, Steve, I set your outfit out on the bed. when you’re done get dressed and come to the kitchen.” and I do! I still have a whole closet and wardrobe full of clothes that I don’t have to consider. Does my outfit match the weather? Is it color coordinated? Does it match the plans for the day? It probably is all those things, but I’m not worried about that. I’m just a very good listener, who doesn’t decide things.

And then I go in the kitchen!” Steve, excited, getting into it, starts pacing around. “Are there groceries? Am I cooking breakfast? Are we going to brunch later? Was that budgeted for? Is it a cereal day or a coffee and toast day or a full spread day? There are answers to all of those questions, and whoever woke me up has them. I don’t give a damn. They hand me a cup of coffee, I’m like thank you very much, they’re like of course, Steve, good job, Steve, I’m proud of you, Steve, don’t worry about it, Steve, you let me worry about it. Just. You know, man.

A full day of going places and doing things and not having to stress or plan for it any of it. I don’t have to drive, unless they tell me to drive. I don’t have to talk to other people unless they tell me to talk! Maybe I bitch a little, because complaining is fun!! And they don’t get angry at me for it and their feelings don’t get hurt because they know I’m just gonna listen in the end anyway. Total relaxation, no decisions, complete faith that whoever’s in charge won’t put me in a bad spot.”

And dom top Eddie, white knuckling his black bandana trying really hard not to vibrate apart at a molecular level while he listens to Steve Harrington describe lifestyle submission as his most ideal day, fighting to answer in a calm and level voice: “Steve-o, you’re not gonna believe what I’m about to tell you.”

They have a long conversation and after Eddie’s like I want you to go in the other room and really think about what you want from this because I’ll take charge of you for the day but we need boundaries and guidelines; go consider this seriously for at least an hour. Steve respects Eddie (and also enjoys acts of service and doing what he’s told) so of course he listens. This does lead to Steve repeatedly sticking his head into the room Eddie’s in to say something unhinged, like

“Hey, sometimes when I’m struggling to get out of my own head I purposely wear my starchiest tightest jeans and my tightest polo and it kinda restricts my movement and reach and breathing and brings a constant awareness of my body that I find really grounding — is that bondage and do you think I should be tied up? okay, okay, thanks, restart the hour please.”

It’s a long afternoon for Eddie.

This is.

Art.

This is art.

Thank you for sending this in, please tell me you plan to write more of this because I would love that very much.

I love just about any type of realization Steve has about his kinks, but the one where he just realizes that the stuff he likes is actually very kinky and Eddie is the one to tell him hits every check mark for me.

Thank you thank you thank you for this. I hope you catch every green light on your daily travels and no one ever talks to you unless you want them to. ❤️

[hayleythesugarbowl]

hey so please don’t remove me from the fandom for this but I’d love to get some Ross geller headcanons? 😅 thanks so much if you get to this, i know you were writing for all the friends characters so i thought I’d ask

ross geller x reader headcanons

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a/n: hey no shame in liking who you like girly 🤭 this is a safe space for fangirling of all kind and even i can admit i did find professor ross a little hot sometimes. plus there is so little content for him so it seems only fair. enjoy!!

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dating ross would include…

so you and ross met at the museum 

he was working there the same day you were supposed to go there with a date 

a date who just so happened to have stood you up 

he thought you were attractive immediately and offered to give you a tour himself

you agreed — anything to distract you from your ruined date

you guys hit it off immediately 

‘she knew the mesozoic era from the cretaceous era! its a wonder i didn’t marry her right on the spot!’

and he concluded his tour by asking you if next you wanted to explore going out with him 

you agreed and you’ve been going strong ever since 

you get to know his friends really well

monica tells you a bunch of embarrassing stuff from his childhood 

‘ross, why didn’t you tell me you used to wear dresses and have tea parties. that gives me so many ideas for our next date!’

‘MONICA!’

he already has your lives together  planned out and you guys talk about the future a lot

you watch movies together 

and ross always picks something historical and points out the inaccuracies through the whole thing 

‘i’m just saying, this movie takes place in 1865 and the vacuum cleaner wasn’t invented until 1868. it has no place in a civil war setting—it’s absurd!’

‘ross just shut up and kiss me’

he gives you the most thoughtful gifts

and remembers that one thing you said eight months ago at 4:52 pm on August 8th

he plans the most romantic dates for you guys 

i’m talking apartment full of roses 

kisses the top of your head

ben loves you 

‘god (y/n), you’re so sexy.’

‘really? even though i don’t have space buns?’

‘ok who told you that!’

you play scrabble with him over breakfast, per his idea 

and you make up all of these random words to tease him 

‘armchermanslaf is not a word!’

he always has a hand on your back or your waist 

he is actually obsessed with you 

and he loves you almost as much as dinosaurs 🤭

(that’s what chandler says, at least)

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you guys enjoyed this and stay tuned for phoebe hcs xx

[angelsanarchy]

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 17

"What are you thinking about?" "How being a total creeper got me the girl of my dreams."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin @mayathepsychic1999

MONDAY, 10PM

Clyde laid completely naked next to Y/n, wrapped up in her bed sheets as she rested her hand in the center of his chest. The feeling of their naked skin pressed against each other felt shockingly normal. He had never been so comfortable in his life and he's tripped BALLS on shrooms before.

"If you keep thinking that hard, you're going to melt your brain...well more than it already is." She teased tilting her head up from the bend in his shoulder to look at him. He smiled still staring at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" She ran her fingertips over his nipple giving him the chills.

"How being a total creeper got me the girl of my dreams." Clyde said honestly. Y/n let out a chuckle that she couldn't control, only making Clyde laugh with her.

"Seriously? I don't know that I want that to be our how we met story." Y/n teased making Clyde laugh.

"We'll tell people that I spotted you across the bar and you thought I was blind and needed help." Clyde teased.

"How about you started choking and I saved your life." Y/n tried making Clyde shake his head.

"How about you saved my life and then threatened to taser me all in one night." Y/n sat up and leaned over Clyde letting her breasts graze his chest.

"You know what would make this night even more perfect?" Y/n leaned across Clyde opening the nightstand and pulling out a rolled up joint and a lighter.

"You are absolutely my dream girl." Clyde said watching her light it up and pass it to him before snuggling back into his side. Clyde takes two hits letting the weed wash over him, wanting to comment on how good it was but decided not to kill the mood with exchanging weed dealers numbers.

"So what's your brain saying now? Anything about cute dates we can go on?" Clyde's eyebrows went up.

"Cute dates? Now I'm intrigued. What kind of cute dates are we talking? You want to do dinner and a movie? Picnic in a park...one that's not full of sweaty skateboarders preferably. Maybe some mini golf?" Clyde asked looking like a kid on vacation. Y/n took a long hit and kissed his lips sweetly.

"I will kick your ass in mini golf." She whispered against his lips letting him taste the sticky sweet of the weed on her lips.

"I mean you're probably right but I'm gonna talk a lot of shit until you actually get the win." Clyde joked.

"Have you ever heard of a cat cafe? I feel like that's something we should check out." Y/n's jaw dropped.

"You like cats? I would have never have guessed that about you." She looked genuinely surprised.

"What? Hell yeah I like cats. I don't mind dogs either. I love animals. Johnny and I would dog walk at shelters all the time before the band got serious." Clyde explained adjusting his arm so Y/n could rest her chin on his chest.

"That's literally the sweetest thing I've ever heard." Y/n could see Clyde just sitting in a pile of shelter dogs giving them all the pets and snuggles.

"I love all of those cute date ideas. I honestly don't think I've ever been on a date before. I definitely haven't had an actual boyfriend." Clyde paused staring at at her.

"Boyfriend?" He repeated making her blush. She was worried maybe she jumped the gun but Clyde smiled brightly.

"Partner? I don't know what to call us-"

"You're my girlfriend. I like that. That sounds..."

"Perfect." Y/n cut him off.

"Yeah, perfect." Clyde leaned up to kiss her, gripping the back of her head with his hand and letting his tongue roam around inside her mouth to tangle with her tongue. Y/n could taste herself and the weed on his tongue and it was insanely intoxicating.

"I'm not going to have to ask Johnny for his blessing am I? I'd hate to upset my boyfriends boyfriend." Y/n poked as she moved her body to lay on top of his, placing what was left of the joint in an ashtray.

"You know I think he'll be fine with it but I'll have to let him down easy." Clyde playfully frowned. When she smiled at him, Clyde felt his heart beat a little faster. He couldn't believe he was in this incredible girls bed, making a commitment, smoking a really decent joint and having insanely good sex.

"Do you have any idea how much I like you?" Clyde asked pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"You know what? I think I do. You want to know how I know?" Y/n moved up to kiss him once again.

"You eat pussy like you're in love." She whispered biting his bottom lip sending goosebumps over his chest.

"Yeah...I guess I do." Clyde didn't care that the implication was that he was in love with her. He knew he was. He also knew it could freak her out but she hadn't run away from him yet.

"That's good to know because I too suck dick like I'm in love." Y/n kissed a trail of kisses down his chest, pausing to suckle little hickies near his nipple, grazing his sides with her fingernails. Clyde's head lifted off the pillow watching her move down his body.

"Oh fuck." Clyde's breath was shaky as she reached his already hard cock. She kept her eyes locked to his as she peppered kisses on the tip, teasing the slit with her tongue. Clyde's head fell back against the pillow. He knew that if he kept watching, he would cum in 45 seconds flat so he squeezed his eyes shut tightly as she took him into her mouth sucking softly. Her hand reached down to squeeze his balls carefully making his thighs jump.

"Fuck Y/n." Clyde whined. She moved her mouth further down his cock, taking him in as far as she could and Clyde's shoulders came off the pillows.

"D-don't. If you keep..if you do that, I will cum so fast." Clyde pleaded. He could feel her mouth turn up in a grin as she rose back to the tip sucking until there was a pop.

"The faster you cum, the more we can fuck." She reached up and laced her fingers into Clyde's who dared a glance at her. He saw her smile and gave her a nod to continue. She returned her lips around his cock sucking like her life depending on it. Clyde's moans and whimpers grew louder and he squeeze her hands as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft as fast as she could, moaning around him.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Clyde's voice was almost hoarse as he pleaded and before she could pull off, Clyde was cumming down her throat in ropes. She swallowed at least twice as he practically cried out the remainder of his orgasm and when she pulled off of him, he was trying to catch his breath. She moved back up his body to adjust the sweaty hair from around his face. He swallow trying to coat his throat which had gone dry.

"How..." Clyde tried but his throat was still too dry. He wasn't sure if it was the weed or if Y/n had sucked every bit of fluid from his body out of his cock but he swallowed a few more times.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asked with a nervous smile.

"How do you feel...about camping on the beach?" Clyde finally opened his eyes meeting hers and she shook her head.

"I think I might love that too." She rested her hand on his chest and he brought her hand to his lips to kiss.

Clyde never had a girlfriend until today. Clyde knew he would never want another one either.

~END

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.104 Concerns

I woke up thinking about how bummed Sophia was about not being able to go to the beach in Tartosa. I mean, I was too, but it seemed to hit her especially hard. No one else I knew loved the water more than her—not even Yasmine, who declared herself a "water baby." I got a brilliant idea in the shower that was sure to make Sophia happy and presented it to her at breakfast.

"Let's go to the lake in San Sequoia. We can invite my dad and Alessia and make a family day of it."

Her eyes were as bright as Winterfest lights, and I gave myself a pat on the back.

"Yeeees, that's a great idea! Wait, your sister is still here?"

"Yeah. Apparently she's not going back. She wasn't as happy over there as she thought she'd be." I snorted at a new thought. "Plus, she probably met some loser here."

"Luca!"

"What? She's not exactly in the market for quality men right now."

"Still. You haven't met him yet and already labeled him a loser. It isn't nice."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Stop!"

I chuckled and reached for the phone to inform Dad about my plan, but he advised against it. A thunderstorm plagued the area, so once again, the weather dashed our beach plans. But Dad countered and suggested a family movie day instead, so we all braved the storm and headed to Anchorpoint Wharf.

I thought the movie was funny, but Sophia said it bored her, which surprised me, seeing as she was the token goofball of the two of us.

After the movie, we hung out at Dad's house for a bit. Alessia caught us up in her life, and just as I suspected, she had met someone; I knew her so well. Apparently, they met at our party. They were at the bar and noticed they were both doing the exact same thing. She had this weird ritual she did in restaurants where she wiped down glasses, utensils, plates, and whatever her mouth or food touched. He was doing it too, and they locked eyes. The way she talked about this dude was different. Usually, she didn't care to get to know the poor fellas on this roster, and we never got any details about them. But her tone was so giddy it intrigued me. Could he be the one to break down her wall? I knew my dad hoped so. He really wanted to walk her down the aisle.

I realized we hadn't heard from Sophia in a while, so I turned around to check on her. She had droopy eyes and a frown, and everything inside me wanted to panic. But she wouldn't want me to do that in front of them. When I found an appropriate place to make our exit, I took it and ushered her and the dogs back home. Once we made it inside, we settled in the office to talk. It seemed like all our important talks occurred in there recently.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Are you feeling alright? What can I do??"

She shifted in her seat and looked everywhere except in my eyes, alarming me even more.

"I, umm... I'm concerned."

"About Alessia?"

"About getting pregnant."

My throat tightened, and I swallowed a few times to keep it open.

"Oh..."

Her confession lingered in the air like steam after a shower, and I wasn't sure what to say or do.

"I've taken a pregnancy test every day since the engagement," she said, still not making eye contact with me. "I know these things take time, but... It should have happened by now! My birthday is way too close, Luca. I'm running out of time."

I was in such a weird spot. I wanted to hold her and tell her to keep the faith, but this was bad news for me, too. She wasn't the only one looking forward to bringing a baby into the world. But it was her body going through that, not mine. And as much as it hurt to hear that, I still had a level of detachment she didn't have.

"Is there something we can do?" I asked. "I mean...is there...a test or something for that?"

Finally, she looked at me as if awakening from a trance.

"Yeah, actually. There is." She shook away those sad feelings and sprang into action. "I'll make an appointment right now. I guess I've been too flustered to think straight. I could have done this days ago."

She called her doctor and scheduled an appointment for the next afternoon. When she hung up, I finally embraced her like I wanted to and told her everything would be okay. I didn't know how true that was, but I had to believe it for the both of us.

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I know this isn’t the usual speed around here but slightly pathetic whimpery s1 Rafe is to die for!! He’s obviously cocky and entitled but it’s in a more spoiled and almost bratty way so he throws his little temper tantrums when he doesn’t get his way… I think s1 has seriously overlooked toxic Rafe potential

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wait i know im allllll about season 2 rafe like hes loml seriously but i just started rewatching season 1 and i dont like his hair lol but hes so toxic and gross. i know everyone on here has been talking more about him and like fratboy rafe and i usually refrain but something about being his gf through all of season 1..... im hornee.

in particular im thinking of like how he acts so douchey with everyone in public but its so visible he has a huge soft spot for you.. waves you over when he's just hanging out with his friends to check in that you're doing okay, goes and gets you a fresh drink before giving you a kiss and sending you off back to ur friends.. makes some gross comment about how you were screaming for him in the back of his truck last night after you walk away... kelce is like bro. i always sit in the back.

you'd be lurking in his bedroom when he goes down to 'have a chat' with his dad, like when he gets yelled at about the generators. comes back all angry and literally folds you in half and fucks you until you cry because you are his favorite way to calm down <3 ... (i have no idea what the vibes on this blog are and i dont wanna make people mad but he gets so manipulative... esp if you're just like i don't feeling like fucking again right now or esp in public!!!! which he looooves.... starts going on a tangent about how he provides for you and takes care of you and he's the man of the house and if he needs to relax you should be on your knees already.... sorry omg if ur reading this n youre starting to hate me i apologize in advance. i never talk about scummy scummy rafe but hes real and hes so hot. fully wants you to be like a hyperactive horny bunny just waiting for his dick at all times.... i would 110% start doing it too... ANYWAYS)

he's so spoiled so he likes spoiling you with anything you want... most of the stuff he gets you is pretty much for him tho... gets hard because you wear an RC necklace.. lots of pretty lingerie and babydolls that he likes to rip up...handcuffs because duh.. it's almost always you in the handcuffs but every once in a while he can be convinced to get in them lol

but the temper tantrums are soooo real like especially if you're out with friends or made plans with your parents. like he seriously loves making you abandon your plans to come see him. but then youll show up and hes at a party and selling or ignoring you and ofc you cry because it's like he made you come here and not even giving you any attention... then he'll drag you out by your hair and fuck you SOOO mean in the back of his truck talkin about "just needed this dick, yeah? s'okay, dad's gonna give it to ya hard. then you'll be good as gold won'tya?" ugh. hes so mean.

im still in my rewatch but the scene where him and topper beat up pope:( this especially hits sooo hard w my pogue reader but i can just imagine that being the cause of your first real fight, like you're so upset he can be that cruel but there goes his manipulation tactics.. telling you he needs to be a proactive man to protect you and his friends and his turf. he's not letting anyone walk all over him, regardless if you like them or not. fucks you until you forget all about your pogue friends, and then you end up bandaging his bloody hand for him.

ooohh and when they go to that movie showing.. can just imagine curling up on a lawnchair with him under a blanket, him n the boys are on high alert for jj and pope but he keeps a tight arm around you, goes and gets you a soda and popcorn which you two share.. you don't want him to leave and you whine when he does.. can just imagine the scene where jj and pope turn back to look at him when kie tells them rafe is right behind them. rafe is staring so hard at them while ur tryna feed him a piece of popcorn. LOL