#val fanfiction

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Hush Hush (Valentino x Charlie)

CW: Dub/Non con, leaning hard toward noncon, Valentino is in hell for a reason, Valentino is a warning on his own, Mirror sex, belly bulge, suggested nonconsensual recording. Rated: Adult Summary: Charlie has had enough of Angel Dust coming back to the hotel broken. She was the princess of hell, surely she could make a deal Valentino would have no choice but to agree to. There was no price too high to buy her friend's freedom but when it comes time to pay the cost, is she willing to?

Requested by @crackrodent on the @voxtekinc discord server: yall know how Val has Angels soul and like thats clearly holding him back from working on himself more? What if Charlie decided enough was enough and went down to demand he free him from the contract but instead Val and Charlie made a deal? One night. No one can know. Then Angel will be free.

Charlie’s heels clicked through the long empty halls, garish pinks, purples and golds splashed across the walls all around her. Her palms were sweaty as she pulled her shoulder back and held her head up high. She reminded herself that she was not just a nobody, going to ask the overlord of the porn district for a favor. 

She was the Princess of Hell and she would do whatever she must in order to ensure he met her demands. There had to be something Valentino wanted she could give him in exchange for the voiding of Angel Dust’s contract. They could surely identify a fair exchange that would meet both their needs. 

Charlie was sure of one thing: she was done watching her friend return to the hotel broken after a night of abuse at the studio. Angel Dust had shown great promise for her redemption project, and beyond that, he had become a valued friend. She needed, no, she would see him out of the shackles that held his progress back. 

The small demon motioned to a large, closed door as he stopped next to it. “He’s expecting you.” 

She thought about knocking before deciding against it. This may not be her hotel, but he was one of her subjects. She was in charge here. Not him. 

The doors opened with a whisper, hinges well lubricated, like everything and everyone else in Valentino’s life. 

“Princesa!” The moth demon never failed to be imposing, even when putting on an air of welcome, as he was doing now. He stood with his arms- all four- outstretched and inviting and hunched slightly at the waist and up his back. It was an attempt to lower his otherwise dominating stature, even among the denizens of hell. “What brings you to my humble studio this hellish morning? I doubt you’re here about a role, but-”

“I’m not.” Charlie said firmly before faltering and adding a softer, “Thank you, though.” That she didn’t mean. 

“Then come, sit down.” Valentino was eager to see what business the wayward princess had with him. 

Charlie walked toward the couches near where Valentino stood. There was a moment of hesitation before she sat down, back straight and shoulders tense. It was better to not think about what was likely soaked into the fabric of the couch, let alone what would have happened on the couch to put those things there. 

“I wish to discuss Angel Dust’s contract.” Valentino laughed at her bold statement. The Morningstar family had a long history of keeping their fingers out of the business of the overlords, who functioned largely as their governors. “I’d like to buy him out.” 

“He isn’t for sale.” 

“Everyone has a price,” Charlie started, resisting the urge to rub her sweaty palms along her pants to dry them. “I may try to see the best in people, but I grew up here. I know everything can be bought and sold. What’s your price?” 

“You.” Valentino said after a moment, smile pulling wide to show off his golden tooth and causing his eyes to squint slightly.

“Think of something else,” Charlie said, failing to keep her voice as strong and steady as she wanted. “I’m not working for you. It should be a fair trade.” 

“Fine, fine!” One of his long purple hands waved the thought away. “You can’t fault a man for trying, can you?” Charlie was about to answer that she could when he continued speaking. “One night.” 

“I’m sorry?” Charlie leaned back, putting more space between her and the too large bug. 

“In exchange for the contract for your little friend, I get one night with you. No cameras and no one can know.” Valentino watched every move she made, pulling a long drag off the cigarette he held in one of his hands. “We must protect your darling little reputation, after all.” 

“I- I don’t know.” Charlie pulled a lip between her teeth, eyes focusing on her hands. She had a girlfriend at the hotel, someone she loved dearly. Her relationship with Vaggie was closed, monogamous and committed. She couldn’t-

“One night.” Valentino pressed, “No one knows. A deal just between you and me and after I’ve had my fun, the contract will transfer.” 

“I can’t,” Charlie whispered. 

“Angel would do it for you,” Valentino said, sitting back and narrowing his eyes. “And you call yourself his friend? No one would find out. We both tell no one. Easy.” 

“Okay.” Charlie closed her eyes, ignoring the sting of betrayal. “Okay. You have a deal. When?” 

“Tonight.” Valentino said. “Right here. Be back at nine.” 

“What is wrong with you?” Vaggie stepped out from behind one of the scraggly trees, hardly clinging to life along the road that lead from the hotel to the city. Just around the corner, a car was waiting to take her make good on the cursed deal she had made. 

“N-nothing.” Charlie stuttered, tripping over the word and her own feet as Vaggie leveled her with a look she couldn’t read. “I’m just… going out.” 

“You’re almost as bad of a lier as I am.” Vaggie’s shoulders slumped as she stepped up to her much taller girlfriend. “What’s wrong? Why are you sneaking out?” 

“I can’t tell you,” Charlie whispered, looking away. Shame was plastered on her face. 

“You can always tell me anything,” Vaggie said, reaching out to wiggle her fingers into Charlie’s palm, holding her hand softly. 

“I can’t though,” Charlie said. “He said I can’t.” 

“No one gets to tell you what you can tell me,” Vaggie whispered, eyebrows furrowed. “If you won’t’ tell me what’s going on, at least let me go with you.” 

“Vaggie,” Charlie sighed, finally meeting the eyes of the woman she loved. “It’s Valentino. I- I lied to you earlier. We made a deal that’ll get Angel free. I just have to take care of something first.” 

“Why did you say nothing came of it then?” Charlie’s heart broke as Vaggie’s grip on her hand went lax, hand falling away. “You lied to me. To everyone. Why?” 

“I- I wasn’t sure if I could follow through with it.” 

“What does he want?” Vaggie crossed her arms. To anyone else, it would have looked arrogant or cold, but Charlie knew the position well. It was one Vaggie took when she was hurting, trying to hold herself together and protect herself. 

“Me,” Charlie whispered, “for a night.” 

“You were not going to tell me?” Vaggie’s eyes grew glassy. 

“He said I couldn’t-” 

“You can always tell me everything,” Vaggie dropped her arms, hesitantly reaching out for Charlie again. “You do this and Angel is free?” 

“Yeah,” Charlie whispered. “I’m- I’m going to do it. I’m going to save him.” 

“Okay,” Vaggie whispered, taking Charlie’s hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. “Okay. If you’re sure you can do this, be safe.” 

“I will,” Charlie sniffled as the shorter woman reached up to wipe tears from her cheeks. Charlie leaned into the touch. 

“I love you,” Vaggie said simply. “I will always love you.” 

“I love you, too.” Charlie whispered, heart swelling at the soft smile on Vaggie’s face. “I should-” 

“Get going.” Vaggie finished for her. “I’ll wait up for you.” 

Charlie stood in the dim halls of Vee tower, in front of the same double doors she had entered before. Most of the lights in the tower were off or dimmed, reflecting the late hour and giving a warmth to the cold tiles of the tower. 

She didn’t want to go inside. She didn’t want to do this. The last thing she wanted was to feel Valentino’s hands on her, to experience what being with him was like. 

A familiar laugh carried down the hall, bouncing off tiles from around the corner. Angel Dust had to work tonight. 

That was why she was doing this. That was why she was here. For him. This was for him. Everything was for him. She would do whatever she had to in order to buy his freedom. 

The knob turned easily under her hand as Angel’s voice drew closer. There was no more time to back out or think about it. She had to move forward for him. 

The door whispered shut as Angel dust turned the corner in the hall and the clocks flipped from 8:59 to 9pm. 

“Welcome, Princesa.” Valentino’s voice came from close behind her, a greeting punctuated by the sound of a lock turning. “I’ve removed every camera in the room. Not even Voxy can watch us.” 

“How can I trust you?” Charlie turned, facing the tall purple man wearing a coat made of his wings. 

“A deal is a deal,” Valentino shrugged both sets of his shoulders, “The deal was no cameras and I’m holding up my end of the deal.” 

Charlie looked around, trying to remind herself to take deep breaths. The set was dark and just as Valentino had promised, there was no sign of the camera equipment. Tall mirrors lined two of the walls, warm accent lights bathing it in a soft light. The set lights sat dark, leaving the space dim. The large bed sat in a black wrought iron frame, sweeping curves of cold black metal extending up to form a headboard. 

At the foot of the bed sat a small loveseat upholstered royal purple velvet that looked so soft, even from a distance. If she didn’t look at where the warm bedroom set gave way to a cold studio, it could just have been a regular bedroom. It wasn’t, though. 

“Everything is clean,” Valentino said as he watched her examine the set. “The couch is new. Only the best for my royal guest.” 

“Okay.” Charlie squared her shoulders and took one last deep breath. It was time to get this over and done with. 

“Wait,” Valentino said as she unbuttoned her pants.

“What?” Charlie blinked up at him, hopeful that perhaps Valentino had a change of heart. 

“You’re just going to take your pants off?” Valentino asked, pouring two glasses of champagne with his upper set of hands. His lower hands were crossed above his hips. 

“I have to for us to…” 

Valentino sighed, a large and dramatic motion as he passed her the glass. “Yes, yes- that is required, but let us talk first. Come now, Chica.”

“What is there to talk about?” Charlie followed as Valentino walked deeper into the room, closer to the camera free set. 

“I’m not your typical flavor of partner,” Val started. “But when your partner isn’t to your tastes, I find some alcohol and drugs can make things more palatable. I have a selection, if you wish to partake.” 

“Oh! No, I couldn’t-” 

“It isn’t my intention for you to not enjoy our encounter,” Valentino said, walking his fingers up her arm. “Though it’s not something you’re seeking out.” 

“I- I’m sure it’s going to be fine. I’ll-” 

“If you change your mind…” Valentino brushed the blond locks from where they rested on Charlie’s shoulder. “Until then, shall we begin?”

“Yes,” Charlie nodded, attempting to step away from the man who slotted himself close behind her, only to have one of his lower arms snake around her waist, pulling her back flush against his front. 

“We’re going to do this right,” Valentino purred from above her. Charlie was used to being one of the tallest people in a room but pressed up to Valentino, the reality that he had at least a solid head on her confronted her. “I get just one night with you.” 

“One time,” Charlie said, voice shaking slightly as long purple fingers worked the buttons of her jacket free. Another hand ran over her shoulder, pushing the fabric back and down her arms. It was surreal, feeling so three hands on her at once. 

“One night,” Valentino said, tossing the empty champagne glass off to the side, not flinching when it shattered on the cold tiled floor. “so I’m going to be sure to get my fill at this rather royal feast…” 

He stepped back, having to put distance between them for him to have the space to lean down, curling his spine to allow him to kiss softly along the side of her neck. Greedy hands ran along her waist as more hands worked the buttons of her blouse open. 

His touch was soft. His kisses were tender and nothing like she had expected from the porn overlord. 

“Relax,” Valentino whispered in her ear, pointed tongue running along the shell of her ear, “I’ll make you feel good.” 

“I wasn’t planning on getting this undressed,” Charlie swallowed thickly, wanting to run from the hand that was running along her stomach, taking in the feel of naked skin. 

“That’s alright,” Valentino laughed, “I don’t mind if you didn’t dress up for the occasion. The present is just as fine, wrapped in silk or burlap.” 

“Oh,” Charlie wasn’t sure how to answer as he guided the shirt off her shoulders.

Unlike her jacket, it gathered around her forearms, held up by the tails tucked into her slacks. It acted as a makeshift restraint, limiting her range of motion as his hands took in the feel of her torso. 

“Walk forward now,” Valentino said, guiding her as a pink haze slowly seeped into the room, too light for the woman in his arms to notice. He had to tread carefully, just enough to make her pliable, to relax her, but not enough that she would notice the sticky sweet scent of his pheromones in the air. “We’ll get started,” 

“Okay,” fear was thick in her voice along with something else that she didn’t want to think about. 

One foot in front of the other, Charlie walked closer to the stage. It’s okay. She just had to keep telling herself it was alright. She wasn’t betraying Vaggie. She had to do this for Angel Dust. It had to happen, so it was okay to not fight against it. 

“Valentino?” Charlie whispered as she stepped onto the set.

“You can call me ‘Val’,” he whispered in her ear, “at least for tonight.” 

“There are no cameras, right Val?” 

Running a hand up her torso, he cupped her breast through the smooth fabric of her simple bra. No lace, no pretty designs. Just a simple white bra that was functional and comfortable. There was a beauty in such everyday choices. He would forever know the style of bra the Princess of Hell favored for her everyday wear- what a unique treat!

Her heart pounded under his fingers. She tensed in his arms for a moment before her back arched into the touch. 

“No cameras,” he promised, eyes glowing hot pink and smile wide, “I promise.” 

“Okay,” he tamed his smile as her shoulders relaxed against his chest, opening herself up to his touch ever so slightly. 

“Turn around for me,” he ordered, fingers of his lower hands guiding her hips through the spin. A pink blush was dark on her cheeks, threatening to obscure the circles that marked her cheeks so much like her father’s in the color’s depth. “You’re such a pretty woman.” 

“Thank you,” Charlie struggled with taking a compliment from the porn demon. 

“I won’t kiss you, don’t worry.” Val teased as he placed soft, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder. “Out of respect for your girlfriend, of course, unless you want me to.” 

She nodded, not really able to form words as four hands ran over bare skin, each moving in different directions. His upper arms ran along her shoulders, down her upper back to unclasp her bra. The lower set of hands worked the button of her pants open and shimmied them down her hips along with the equally simple panties. The did not match the bra she wore, clearly a part of a different set, put on out of random selection or comfort and not with the desire to impress. 

Valentino’s coat fluttered back, wings unwrapping and shifting to their true cape like state. White fluffy hair extended up from the center of his chest, forming a fur collar that wrapped around his neck and extended midway down his upper back in a matching point. 

He stood in front of her, bare chested except for a golden chain that ran between the nipple rings fastened to each of his nipples, hanging in a slight golden arch. He took her hand in his, bringing it to his hip as his three other hands continued to caress over her waist, hips and back. 

“You can touch me,” Valentino’s laugh seemed to wrap around her as he guided her back deeper onto the set. His hand over hers guided it through sliding over the taut muscles of his abdomen. “I don’t bite… unless you want me to.” 

Charlie’s eyes ran over his form, trying to spark desire and attraction for him. It was difficult when every time she blinked, she saw Vaggie in her mind. This had to happen. She had to do it for Angel Dust. She had to do it. 

He wasn’t an unattractive man, all things considered. There were far worse forms Sinners could find themselves with upon landing in hell. It took effort to force herself to appreciate every ridge of his muscles, toned and refined, to be as pleasing to the eye as possible. 

His pants hang low on his hips, a large buckle reflecting off the dim lights. The bulge in his pants was intimidating, even to someone who had long grown desensitized to the vulgar sights and sounds of hell. 

“Where would you feel more comfortable?” Valentino asked, palm grazing over the swell of her breast. With her pants no longer supporting her shirt, it and her unclasped bra fell to the ground as he continued walking them closer to the set he promised was clean. “The bed? The couch? Perhaps the floor?” 

“Bed.” Charlie decided, looking over her shoulder at her options only to gasp as Valentino pinched her nipple softly, chest arching into the touch as shock and a spark of pleasure battled. “Why did you-” 

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” Valentino purred as he walked her toward the bed. “We have to start somewhere or we’ll never finish, right?” 

“Oh,” she hesitated, “right.” 

“Why don’t you lay back,” Valentino said as the backs of her knees bumped against the firm mattress, “and let me make you feel good?” 

“Let’s just get it done?” Charlie said, fingers working his belt buckle free. 

“I wish to savor the encounter, Princesa. There’s no reason to rush it.” As he spoke, he guided her to sit on the bed. 

He sank to his knees, though his height still made him have to slouch down. He parted her legs, though they were tense and required urging to open her core up to him. Oh, what a sight she made. Had any other lowly Sinner seen the Princess’ core or the soft blond curls that framed it?

“But I- Oh!” 

Charlie’s words were cut off the moment she felt Valentino’s long, thin tongue run up her slit. It was a strange feeling, much unlike the feeling of Vaggie when she would do similar. Valentino wasted no time working his tongue up and down her folds. 

One set of hands gripped her thighs, holding her open to him as she looked down at his bald head, feather like antenna swaying as his head moved more so than the shorter damaged one. His other hands gripped her lower back, pulling her toward the edge of the bed. 

The point of his tongue traced her clit, curling around the nub as she sucked in a breath. The air was sweet, she realized, likely from whatever the studio used to clean the fabrics. It was a nice smell; she thought as she let out a shaky breath. 

“Val,” she whispered as her back arched. 

He smiled, tasting her slick as her body gave into the stimulation. Wrapping his lips around her clit, he gave it a suck that was rewarded with another breathy gasp. She wasn’t giving into him easily, but she was giving in. It was just a matter of time before she was screaming his name. 

The nub was tense, engorged, as he ran his tongue over it one last time. The unique shape of his tongue, so long and pointed, made it easy to worm into her tight hole, now slick with arousal. She was tight, not virginally so, but tight enough that he was excited to split her open. 

He drank from her, tongue working in and out as she leaned back on her elbows. Glowing pink eyes looked up at her, enjoying the view of her small breasts shifting with every panting breath she took. Oh, she was enjoying this but doing everything she could to hide it. 

Fingers caressed her clit as his tongue searched inside her for the places that would pull the princess of hell’s muscles tight. Muscles jumped and her core twitched when he found the right place. 

Hands ran over Charlie’s body. A palm gripped her breast, fingers pinching her nipple between knuckles. It felt like his hands were everywhere, a benefit of having so many to one man. He held her thighs open, fingers wrapping easily around much of her thighs. She arched into him as his mouth returned to her clit, working over and around it with skill that came with decades of professional experience. 

A fingertip breached her opening, caressing her from the inside out in curling motions that had her gasping for air. He greedily explored her body as walls were ripped down, stripped away in the face of pure pleasure. 

It was alright to let go, a sickly sweet voice whispered in the back of her mind. It sounded like her, almost. Vaggie would want her to enjoy herself. She had to do this to save Angel. There was no reason to punish herself for it. It was alright. She could-

“I’m going to- to cum,” she whined, hips rocking against his mouth, “Val-”

Her body went stiff, each muscle pulled tight under his ministrations before everything jerked, muscles spasming. He could feel each convulsion of her body running through her thighs and up her torso. The grip of her core on his finger with each spasm had him painfully hard, straining against his pants. 

He took a hand from her, thankful to still have so many on her as he pushed her through her orgasm, to unfasten his pants. The sweet relief of the pressure had him sighing into her core as his finger slipped out. 

Charlie blinked the fog from her eyes as she watched Valentino rise above her, pants falling slowly down his hips. It surprised her that his pubic hair was more akin to the soft white fur that made up his collar. The thought was quickly washed away as his cock sprang up, no longer restrained by the pants as he worked them down his thighs. 

He was long and far thicker than any man had any business being. Worry coursed through her as she failed to take her eyes from him. The head of his cock was a deep dark purple, weeping already. The color faded down the veiny shaft toward the much lighter violet that was his general skin tone. 

“Holy shit,” Charlie whispered, slapping her hand over her mouth as soon as she realized the words had left her. 

“Thank you,” Valentino smiled widely, taking her shock as a compliment. 

“It’s not going to fit.” The bed creaked as she scooted back. 

Valentino had no issue making up the distance, easily covering her with his body. He caged her in with his upper arms and grabbed her waist, holding her in place. Weak legs gave little resistance as his knees pushed them apart. 

“Valentino, it’s too big.” Her voice was panicked as the wide head of his cock nestled against her entrance. “I can’t. There’s no way. It won’t fit.” 

“It will,” Valentino said, grinning down at her as he rubbed the head of his cock around her folds, collecting slick. “I’ll make it fit.” 

Charlie gasped, hands reaching for the arms Valentino was using to support his upper body. It burned as his cock breached her opening, stretching it far wider than it was used to. He hadn’t done her the kindness of really prepping her for the stretch, though she knew he was aware of his size from the grin on his face alone. 

Nails dug into his arms. By the very nature of what and who she was, she had little issues breaking his skin with her grip. That didn’t bother Valentino as he pushed deeper inside her. The hands gripping her waist prevented her from squirming away from him, though that didn’t stop her from trying. 

A rich whine escaped his throat as she twitched around him, muscles gripping and rippling over his cock as he pushed past all attempts to keep him out. Her back arched as he filled her, nipples catching on the chain that hung from his. Stilling for a moment, he admired the way it draped over the bud of her nipple.That moment didn’t last long. Before she had a chance to adjust to his considerable girth, Valentino was pushing in again.

“I can’t,” Charlie whimpered, hips squirming as she tried to fight away from the burning stretch. He spread her so wide around him that she could feel the drag of his cock, pushing by the numb of her clit. Never had she thought she could spread so widely. 

“You are,” Valentino praised, “You’re taking my cock so good. Like a dream.” 

“It burns,” she whined, tears gathering in her wide eyes. 

“It’ll feel good,” he promised, nearly choking at the way she gripped his cock. It was nearly painful in the best kind of way. 

He held her in place, inching in slowly until he bottomed out. She was gasping for air, thighs spread open wide as she instinctually tried to open herself for him. There was nothing she could have done to prevent the burning pain. 

There was no loving pause to let her get used to him. As soon as adjusted his knees, he was pulling back and slamming into her, setting a harsh pace that knocked the air from her lungs. She gripped his arms, instinct telling her to hold on to him, hold on to anything to ground herself. 

His hands planted on her narrow waist kept her body anchored to the bed as his thick cock pulled against the walls struggling to accommodate him. Breathy moans mixed with her begging pleas for mercy as each push of his cock inside her ran its length over the nub of her clit. 

“V- val-,” she panted his name, hips tilting as she chased the clitoral stimulation. The burning pain hadn’t been replaced with pleasure like books always promised it would. Instead, it mixed with the pleasure, tainting it and making it something different, something more. 

“You’re so close,” Val said, climbing off of her. Her hips chased him, not willing to give up the feeling of painful fullness or the stretch that came with it until her body had no choice. 

The void inside her had never felt greater. The denied orgasm had tears in her eyes as her hands fell onto her body, shamelessly caressing her skin as she sought any sort of sensation. 

Valentino held her thighs apart, taking a moment to enjoy the simple sight of her hole, spread so wide by him that his absence left it gaping. Creamy slick spread on her skin, leaking from her as she fluttered around nothing. That same slick was cooking on his cock, a delectable contrast to the burning heat he had found inside her. 

“Please,” Charlie whimpered, a single tear of frustration slipping down the side of her face. 

“Don’t worry, chica.” Val caressed her leg. “On your knees, and I’ll give you what you need. Then we’ll be all done and you can go home to Vaggie.” 

“Vaggie,” Charlie gasped, coming into herself a bit more at the name. She hadn’t expected to have been so carried away by the feeling of his cock inside her. “We’re almost done?” 

“Yes, we’ll be done,” Valentino cooed in her ear as he helped her onto her knees. 

He laughed as she positioned herself, facing away from the mirrors. That was alright, for now at least. Valentino climbed onto the bed behind her, hands caressing her back and waist. A hand reached around, palming her breast. 

“Yes,” Valentino promised, pulling some of the light fog from around the bed, giving her room to breathe. He wanted her head clear when he made her cum. 

She was nearly as tight as the first time as he sank into her again. This time he did not spare her any kindness, plunging into her with a quick thrust of his hips. He held her around the waist, fingers digging into skin as she cried out. 

Once he was sheathed within her, he adjusted their position on the bed. Lifting her by the hips, he gave her no choice as he walked her up the bed, toward where the headboard was backed to the mirrors. 

His eyes glowed a hot pink as his cock twitched inside her tight fluttering cunt. Even just the jostling of him inside her as he positioned them had her moaning softly. It wouldn’t take long at all to have her cuming, not with the way she spread tightly around him. 

He fucked into her harshly, thankful for the blessing of having so many hands. He reached around her, pressing against her lower abdomen. He could feel his cock inside her with each thrust forward. He folded over her, two hands gripping her breasts as his pace became punishing. 

Breasts bounced in his hands, nipples pulling against where his knuckles trapped them with each thrust. Sweet moans fell from her lips as her arms failed to support her. She gripped him like a vice. There had been a point when her body struggled to make room for him, it now struggled to let him pull away. 

Wet squelching filled the room as her slick ran down her thighs. It coated his thighs, long strings of it hanging from his heavy balls. They slapped against her cunt, making up for what little clitoral stimulation she had lost with the change of position. 

“You’re so close, I can feel it.” Valentino said as she clinched around him, gasps falling from her lips. 

“Vah, vah, vah-” tears ran down her face as he shifted his hands. His lower hand remained planted on her stomach, pushing into her. The hand that had been gripping her hip shifted up, replacing one of the upper hands on her breast. The newly freed upper hand wrapped around her hair, pulling her head up from where it had hung limp. 

“Val,” she cried out as he pulled her up, forcing her to look into the mirror. 

“Your girlfriend is so lucky,” Valentino said as he fucked into her, “to get to watch you cum as often as she wants.” 

“So close,” Charlie cried, as he pressed into her abdomen harder. The sweet pain of being split in half by his thick cock and the stinging pain of his fist in her hair had her crying out as her eyes screwed shut. “V-val!” 

“Open them,” He leaned forward, voice dripping into her ear. “Open your eyes and watch.” 

Charlie cried out, eyes opening wide as she locked eyes with her reflection in the mirror. Just as Valentino ordered, she watched as he fucked her. She watched as her breast bounced in his hand. She could see her stomach bulge forward under his hand with every thrust.

“I’m going to- Val! Val!” She didn’t know if she was begging for him to give her more, to go at her harder or to give her a break from the punishing pace.

“Right on the edge?” Val asked, and she nodded, throat tight as he twitched inside her, somehow finding room to do so in her stretched canal. 

“I want you to listen to me as you cum on my cock,” Valentino said, watching her reflection, “Can you do that for me?” 

“I- Ah, I- I, Ah, Ah!” Charlie struggled to get any words out, struggled to think around the feeling of his too large cock running through her. She was so close, so painfully close to cuming apart.

“You can do that for me, can’t you Princess?” Val cooed in her ear, “or I won’t let you come. We can do this all night. I can go all night and you don’t want that, do you?” 

“No,” Charlie’s eyes widened, not sure if she was trembling at the prospect of not getting to cum soon or going longer. “Please, Please Val, Val I want to- Val.” 

“You’ll listen then?” Valentino smiled wider, fucking into her faster somehow. “Because your lovely little girlfriend is waiting for you at home, isn’t see?” 

“Yes,” Charlie cried out as he pulled her hips higher, adjusting the angle to ensure her clit felt ever drag of his cock. “Yes. Yes. Yes! I’ll listen, Val, please. I’ll, I’m going to-” 

“Good girl, Val said, groaning as he felt her squeeze him tighter, cunt convulsing around him as he pushed her over the edge. 

He pulled her head higher, forcing her to make eye contact with him in the mirror as she cried out his name. He fucked her through the waves of her orgasm. Each drag of his cock through her convulsing walls pulled him closer to his finish. 

“I know,” He hissed in her ear, grunting as his cock twitched deep inside her. With a moan, his orgasm came over him, moving quicker as he spilled hot ropes of cum into her. 

“I know,” he repeated, pulling her hair as he fucked his cum inside her, “Ah! Fuck,” He moaned deeply before regaining the ability to think through the aftershocks of his orgasm. She twitched, overstimulation keeping her on the edge of another orgasm. 

“What?” She breathed, wanting nothing more than for him to stop and yet wanting nothing more than for him to keep moving. “Too much.” 

“I know,” Val fucked his cum into her even as it bubbled out around her hole. 

There simply wasn’t enough room inside her for his load and his cock as he continued to thrust. Thick globs of cum ran down her legs as he pulled her to stand on her knees. She could feel every flex of his muscles as he thrust into her. THe force of the trusts caused her breasts to bounce. 

“I felt it,” He said as tears ran down her cheeks. “When you told. You couldn’t help it, could you? It was your little girlfriend you told, wasn’t it?” 

“What?” Charlie gasped, fog of her orgasm beginning to clear. “What are you- Ah!” Her thought was interrupted as he reached around, slapping per pubic mound with a hand, fingers crashing against her overly sensitive clit. 

“You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you?” Val sneered, letting his cock pull from her abused hole, smearing her slick and his cum against her back. “I felt it, the moment you voided the deal.”

“Voided?” Charlie jerked out of his arms, trembling legs struggling to hold her up. She crossed her arms over her chest, backing as far away from Val as she could. “What do you mean, ‘voided’?” 

Valentino stood from the bed, watching her as she curled her legs up, hiding as much of her body as she could from his eyes. It was pointless;, he had seen it all, felt it all.

“You told someone,” Valentino said, shrugging his shoulders. “The deal voided.” 

“You knew that and didn’t- You didn’t tell me?” Charlie wanted to scream, throw something, rage. She wanted to do anything but face the reality of what had happened. 

“You’ve got an hour to clean up.” Valentino wrapped his wings around his body in a coat, not bothering to put his pants on. “Angel Dust will need this studio in a few hours for a shoot. The crew will be in shortly to set up the cameras again, well- Most of them at least- so you may want to hurry,” 

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[sultrysparkles]

"pfft- c'mon be serious princess, you wouldn't last two seconds riding me-"

"mm-fuck don't stop..." he groans, hands impatiently grabbing the fat of your ass, guiding your pace as you slide your walls up and down on his cock. you slap his hands away, "nah- I'm doing things my way..." you scold, staring down your boyfriend's hazy and foggy eye. too lost in all the pleasure

"are ya close for me sweetheart?" you coo, hands resting on his chest as you continue to slam yourself up and down. your boyfriend nods, a loud and erotic whimper leaving his lips as he nears his orgasm. "mm.. thought I would last two seconds and yet look at you, coming undone for me so quickly" you mock, the smug grin creeping on your lips as your boyfriend looks away embarrassingly.

your boyfriend usually would've put you in your place right this moment, not letting an ounce of disrespect leave your words, but right now was different. he was seeing all stars in the universe at this moment, overwhelming pleasure filling him up. he groans loudly, smooth and vulnerable cries of "f-fuck-" "so good f'me..." "so-so close!" leaving his lips. he stared up at you like you were some goddess, some being who could control his every move.

"s-shut up" he quickly groans, his moans soon follow suit as he resches his orgasm, hips bucking right into your pussy. strings of white sticky cum painting your cunt. you both let out satisfied moans, as you two pant heavily, regaining your much needed energy.

GETO, Gojo, EREN, Aizawa, Denki, (+any of ur favs)

[would you guys enjoy some MHA content? I'ma still post it but js curious!!]

[secrectlyicky]

rafey who knows exactly what his baby needs with just a whine of his name.

it's holiday season which means being around family a whole lot. your family of course, not his. the house is loud and everyone's eaten, the room buzzing with conversation. rafe chats it up with your uncle and cousins as you watch him from across the room. something about the way he talks and his side profile send heat to your belly.

with your social battery burnt out and growing desire, you walk over to him. tapping his arm with a pouty lip and tired eyes. rafe turns to look at you, his polo squeezing just right around his arms and his gold ring glimmering.

"rafey." is all you say and he knows by your tone and the look in your eyes. he sets his cup down, pulling you into his side as he leans down to your ear. "i know baby, i know. come on.". he tells your family you've both got to be up early tomorrow as you head out.

he slips your shoes on for you, carrying your bag and wrapping his arm around you on the way to the car. his hand drops to your ass, groping as he pleases and relishing in the small noise that leaves you.

rafes hand inches up your thigh, pushing your skirt and underwear out of the way, rubbing tight circles on your swollen achy clit till you get home. and when you do, he stuffs you nice and full, rocking your sleepy form on his cock till you're leaking and asleep.

[nanenna]

Let's Wrap this Up, Folks

Sleepy King Masterpost

No editing, we die like Vlad (slowly, painfully, and unmourned). I'm so happy to say this is done!

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Danny held Cujo close as he scritched him behind the ears, nothing like stinky puppy kisses to help him feel better. And right now he felt pretty awful! Dark Dan had been Ghost King too, it’s just that no one ever told him so he didn’t know. Well, judging from how Johnny and Kitty reacted no one else knew either, and he guesses that was a good thing. Except now everyone does know, between Johnny and Kitty, and the whole of the Far Frozen he’s pretty sure gossip is already getting around.

“Alright, everyone ready to sit down and explain some shit?” Stinky trenchcoat man said. Danny had been introduced, he just didn’t care to remember Blondie’s name.

“Language!” Mom scolded.

“Yeah, yeah.” Stinky plopped himself onto one of the chairs. Wonder Woman sat elegantly in another while Batman loomed over her chair’s back. The not-a-ghost guy, Deadman, was hovering near Stinky.

Danny decided the safest thing to do was to squeeze himself between Mom and Jazz on the couch. Cujo laid himself out across their laps on his back, begging for belly rubs. Vlad seemed to take the Batman approach, standing off to the side and looking rather annoyed.

Stinky pointed at Danny, “Let’s start with the obvious, you somehow, and I’ve yet to figure it out but I will, are Phantom.”

Danny looked over at his parents. Mom smiled brightly as she patted his arm, “Why don’t you show them what you can do?”

“Yeah, Danno! Show them the Fenton gumption!”

Danny sighed as he transferred Cujo over to Jazz’s lap. Thankfully so long as he was getting attention he’d probably be okay. He stood up and moved into the middle of the room. “It’s kinda bright,” he warned before letting his transformation wash over him. “Tada,” he said lamely, arms held out as he stood in the middle of the room.

“Christ on a cracker!” Stinky yelled as he flopped back dramatically.

“You should see what Vlad looks like,” Danny said wryly.

“Daniel!” Vlad yelled angrily.

“Constantine already told us you two are the same form of being,” Batman said gravely.

“I would also point out that young Danny here has already accused you of some very suspicious activities,” Wonder Woman added.

“Vladdie was going through some things!” Jack stood and shook a fist at the Justice League.

“He’s working on reforming,” Maddie added with a smile.

“The biggest thing he was holding over my head was my secret identity,” Danny gestured as he spoke, then stopped and stared down at his hand. “Am I wearing armor? What? Where did…?” He looked down. He was covered in black armor with a white like loincloth, or whatever those are called, and some kind of white fur cape at his shoulders. He found the cape behind him and held it up: yup. White fluffy fur, kinda reminded him of the yeties. “Wait, I don’t have horns, do I?” He felt over his head, thankfully just finding his regular hair.

“No, Danny, you don’t have horns,” Jazz said with a giggle.

“Well excuse me, Pariah has horns! And so does Frostbite, this cape reminds me of him.” He patted himself, getting a feel for his new armor, it felt weird. “Where did this even come from?”

“Congrats, it comes with the title,” Stinky said with a hand wave.

“I don’t get it, the other ghosts said it wasn’t like a magical title or something, that Pariah just declared himself king and did everything himself. Why am I getting the magical girl outfit upgrade?”

“Pariah stole the crown, much like your weird uncle here tried to do.”

Danny snorted at Constantine calling Vlad his weird uncle.

“But the crown is much older than Pariah Dark, it decides who it belongs to.”

Well that was just great, he’s pretty sure Clockwork had something to do with this. “Ugh, this sucks! How do I get rid of it?” Danny asked.

“You don’t.”

Everyone just stared at Constantine.

“What?”

“Congrats, you’re the new Ghost King. Comes with a castle, an army of thralls, and a pretty significant power boost. Probably doubled since apparently you’re the king twice over.”

“No, I have school on Monday! I can’t go to school looking like this!” Danny waved at himself.

“Danny,” Jazz said while trying to hide a grin, “the armor wasn’t on your human form.”

“Oh… right.” Danny de-transformed and looked down at his hands, the rings were still there. “Um!”

“Sorry, kid, no such thing as a part time king, the crowns and rings are permanent now.”

“Noooooooo!” Danny wailed! His normal life! That he was finally getting back since his parents put better protections on the portal after finally telling them the truth! “I just wanted to graduate high school, was that too much to ask?”

Batman grunted, apparently in agreement.

Danny pointed at Stinky, “This is all your fault! If it weren’t for that spell you hit me with they wouldn’t be stuck.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Danny! Here you guys are!” Ellie came flying into the room, her backpack dragging on the ground. She stopped when she spotted the Justice League members all staring at her. “Uh….”

Cujo barked and scrambled out of Jazz’s lap, leaping for Ellie.

“Cujo! Who’s a good boy?!” The two began happily and loudly rolling around on the ground.

Sam and Tucker followed shortly after, both pausing in the doorway. “Uh… Danny?” Tucker asked slowly, “Why are Batman and Wonder Woman in Vlad’s living room?”

“More importantly,” Sam cut in, “why do you have the Crown of Fire over your head? Twice?”

“Turns out I’m the Ghost King, and so was you-know-who.”

“Which you-know-who?” Tucker asked.

“Nasty Burger explosion.”

Tucker still looked a little confused.

���Since Constantine said the second crown was from an alternate timeline, I’m guessing it belonged to an alternate version of yourself, one you also had to beat in combat.”

Danny sighed and deflated, “You really are the world’s greatest detective.”

Batman’s only response was a twitch of his lips. Danny never wanted to play poker with him.

“Danny, why haven’t you told us about this?” Mom asked in that very special tone of voice that meant she was Not Mad Just Disappointed.

“Well… he was evil,” Danny blurted out as his shoulders hiked up to his ears. “I don’t wanna be evil.”

Jazz came over and pulled him into a hug, “And we’re taking steps to make sure that doesn’t happen, part of that is getting you a proper support network. And look! Now we can ask the Justice League for help.”

“If you don’t mind, why hasn’t anyone called us before now?” Wonder Woman asked.

“What? So an overshadowed Superman can run amok and then there’s a photo of me punching Superman in the face on the front of the newspaper? No thanks.” That was the last thing Danny needed.

“What do you think the magic user branch of the Justice League is bloody for?” Stinky asked loudly.

“I didn’t know there was a magic user branch!” Danny defended.

“None of us did,” Tucker added. He moved to go sit on the floor and lean against the couch, Sam joined him.

“In all fairness, we do not advertise Justice League Dark,” Wonder Woman said with a gentle smile. “But now that we know our assistance is needed we are happy to help.”

“I’m not sure what you can do at this point, we’ve locked down the main way ghosts have been getting into Amity. Mostly it’s the natural portals now, and there’s not much anyone can do about those.”

“Can you get the GIW to back off?” Sam asked.

“Oh! I hadn’t thought about that,” Danny said eagerly.

Batman frowned, “What’s the GIW?”

“Hey!” Ellie came up to the side of Wonder Woman’s chair, “Can you teach me how to sword fight? That sounds so cool!”

“Why ask her?” Danny wandered over, leaving his friends to explain the Gits in White to Batman. “You can just ask Pandora.”

“I don’t have four arms like Pandora,” Ellie whined.

“So just duplicate, it’s easy!” Danny stuck his tongue out and furrowed his brow in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead before his arms split into a second pair. Then, just like Frostbite taught him, he made four ice swords, one in each hand. “See?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “Oh, it’s so easy! Says the guy who can’t even make one whole duplicate.”

“It’s hard!” Danny defended. “And I can, I could do it with the exo-skeleton, just… not since.” He’d been trying, but duplication was hard, he didn’t seem to have quite enough power. “Wait a minute, I have a power boost with the crowns.” Danny took a step to the left, Danny also took a step to the right. Now there were two Dannies with a perfectly normal number of arms, each holding an ice sword. Each also had a pair of crowns over their head. “Huh, so that’s what it looks like,” both Dannies said in unison.

“Ew, stop it, that’s so weird,” Ellie said in disgust.

“Hey guys! Look what I can do!” Dannies both said with a grin as he popped out several more duplicates. This was going to be fun!

---

Omake:

Danny trudged into school on Monday, chatting with Sam and Tucker, still wearing the crowns and rings along with his normal clothes. He went straight to his locker, getting ready for the day. On time for once!

“Hey Fenturd!” Dash jeered from down the hall, “Why’d you miss school on… uh… what’s that?”

Danny closed his locker and looked up at Dash, “What’s what?”

“What do you mean what’s what? What’s that above your head?”

Danny looked up, then back at Dash, “What’re you talking about?”

“Don’t play coy, there’s a crown above your head! It’s on fire?????”

“Dash, I think I would notice a floating, flaming crown above my head.”

Dash looked completely confused, he looked over at Kwan, who was also frowning. “Kwan!”

“I can see it too, it’s there.”

“Right! Hear that, Fentina?”

Danny just looked at Dash like he’d lost his mind, “This is a really weird prank.”

“I’ll prove it!” Dash whipped out his phone and took a picture, then held the screen out. “There, see?”

Danny looked at the phone, “I just see me and Sam and Tucker.” His friends also leaned in and looked at the screen.

Dash pulled his phone back and looked at it, sure enough the crown wasn’t in the photo. But it was also still floating above Danny’s head, and Kwan had also seen it. What was going on?

“Anyway, I’m gonna go turn in my homework, I don’t want to get stuck in summer school.” Danny turned and wandered off to first period, his friends in tow.

Dash was… very confused. He knows what he saw, he knows the other students saw it too!

“Isn’t that the crown the Ghost King had?” Paulina asked as Danny left.

“I… think so?” Dash said uncertainly.

“I think there were two of them,” Kwan added.

They all followed Danny to first period, they had it together after all. They arrived just after Danny, just in time to hear Mr. Lancer shout, “Sword in the Stone! Mr. Fenton, what is that over your head?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Danny answered calmly while Sam and Tucker, standing just a step behind him, were wildly shaking their heads and making various “Do not” gestures.

“I… You… that is…” Mr. Lancer glanced back and forth, clearly conflicted.

“I managed to finish that essay,” Danny said cheerfully handing it over. “Sorry about Friday, but it should be excused.”

“Yes, I was told about that… something about the Justice League?” Mr. Lancer stared at the crown.

“Yeah, I got to meet them! It was wild.” Danny smiled charmingly.

“Alright, yes, well… please take your seats, class will be starting soon.” Mr. Lancer looked at the crown one last time, then seemed to decide it wasn’t his business and to carry on like usual.

“Oh my god,” Danny whispered to Tucker and Sam as they went to their seats, “I can’t believe that worked!”

“Just your usual day in Amity Park,” Tucker said with a snicker.

Val came walking over once they were seated. She stared at the crowns over Danny’s head, then down to the rings on his fingers no one had noticed yet. Her eyes turned to narrow slits. Danny put a finger to his lips and winked.

[yeah-w-r-i-t-e]

For TG3 they should just bring Ice back with no explanation. Rooster goes over to Mav's house for something and Val Kilmer is just sitting there doing paperwork or knitting or playing some old man solitaire. He doesn't even need to have a speaking role he can just be there in the background and nobody mentions it.

[redvexillum]

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, big c♡ck!Val, light degradati♡n kink, Val is in hell for a reason, p in v, naive!reader, dub-con, betrayal, angst, praise kink, sub!reader, rough s♡x, hair pulling, multiple ♡rgasm (f!recieving), dirty talk, daddy dom/sub undertone, fing♡ring, cervix f♡cking, ♡verstimulation, thr♡at f♡cking, g♡slighting, first time writing Val, Val is the warning

WORD COUNT: 5.7K~

SPECIAL MENTION: @crackrodent (my fellow VoxTek Server member), your request has been heard. Here you go.

In your bleakest hour, when the darkness of Hell threatened to swallow you whole, a saviour came in the form of a devil – no, a man. A man, tall and lanky, his grin hidden behind the oversized, heart-shaped sunglasses that glittered with charm. His suit, sleek and pristine, seemed to gleam in the dim light of his studio, its fabric cool against your fingertips. His antennae resembled delicate strands of beads, swaying gently with each movement, while the fur collar draped around his neck was impossibly soft, like brushing your hand against velvet clouds.  

You sank into the plush couch, its cushions cradling you as though welcoming you into his world of luxury. As you leaned forward, the silence of the room wrapped around you, broken only by the gentle press of your lips against his. Valentino’s touch, ever so light, cradled your cheek with the upper set off his arms, the pads of his fingers warm and tender. His lower arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you firmly against him, a possessive embrace that held you still beneath his gaze.  

“Ah, baby,” he cooed, his voice rich and decadent, like the taste of something forbidden and wild. His red eyes, muted behind his tinted glasses, traced every inch of your face. “I’d love to make you a star.” 

Your breath hitched, heat flooding your cheeks. “Val, I…I’m not good at acting,” you murmured, almost shrinking under the intensity of his gaze. You could still remember the days he found you – lost, chased by heartless demons, terrified. He’d stepped in with his effortless charm, offered your shelter, safety, everything you could ever want and more. He gave it all so freely, draping you in luxury that felt like a dream, love that you had never known before.  

He chuckled, a sound so smooth it sent a shiver down your spine. “Nonsense, cariño,” he whispered, each word sliding from his lips like honey. His hand pressed against your chest, gently pushing you back into the couch’s soft embrace. “Look at you,” he purred, a predatory grin stretching his lips, revealing the glint of his golden tooth. “You’re absolutely stunning.” He leaned closer, the heat of his breath grazing your skin like a soft whisper. “You’re sexy,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over your collarbone. “And you voice…” His lips hovered near your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Absolutely divine.” 

Your body reacted before your mind could process, your pulse quickening as heat pooled in your core. “V-Val…” you breathed, voice trembling with anticipation. He’d made love to you before, always so tender, so careful – his touch was slow, calculated, and worshipful. Every time, he ensured you reached the stars before him.  

He was patient.  

He was kind.  

He was your everything.  

“At least audition for my movie, won’t you?” Val’s voice slid through you like silk, pulling you under the weight of his will. It always did. His hands, those skilled, knowing hands, never stopped their caresses. “You don’t have to worry, I’ll take care of everything for you. I always do.” 

A soft giggle escaped your lips, though your nerves frayed at the edges. “I guess I can try,” you whispered, fingertips tracing the sharp line of his jaw, finding comfort in the familiar feel of his skin. “But…you won’t be angry if I fail, right?” The words were hesitant, the shadow of doubt clinging to your tone. You searched his face, wanting to find reassurance that had always been there.  

“Of course not, cari��o.” Valentino placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “I could never be angry at you.” Another kiss followed, but this one felt colder, more distant.  

“I love you, Val,” you sighed, letting your eyes flutter shut as you melted into his embrace, your arms tightening around his chest. His scent – rich, intoxicating, almost suffocating – filled your senses, and you held on to it, onto him, like a lifeline. “I love you so much,” you repeated, your words trembling with a vulnerability you weren’t sure he’d ever truly hear.  

He laughed, a low rumble vibrating through his chest. He never said it back. He never had. But you had convinced yourself it was fine. He’d told you once that love took time, that he needed to learn how to feel it. And you had promised to wait for him – for however long it took.  

“My heart,” Val murmured against your skin, his lips brushing down the length of your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His fingers slipped beneath your shirt, the tips cool against the flush of your skin. You shuddered, helpless under his touch, every nerve alighted as he traced, slow, deliberate patterns across your bare flesh.  

“A-ah, Val…” Your voice trembled as his fingers roamed higher, teasing, ghosting over the curve of your breast. His touch, light as a feather, sent a surge of warmth coursing through you. But something pulled your attention – a sharp glint in the corner of your eye.  

A camera.  

Its lens was pointed directly at the couch. The red light blinked in the shadows, cold and unfeeling.  

“W-wait, Val!” You gasped, your heart lurching as his tongue, long and sinuous, slid over your neck, leaving a trail of icy wetness in its wake.  

The room’s heat pressed in around you, the air thick with the heady scent of Valentino’s cologne mixed with something far more primal. You barely registered the cool sensation of the leather couch beneath you before Val’s lower arms were sliding under your skirt, his fingers deftly hooking into the delicate g-string he’d gifted you.  

“Mmm, baby, you know that’s my favourite set,” he murmured, his voice dripping with casual possession as the fabric tore under his grip. The shredded lingerie hit the floor with a careless flick of his wrist. “Don’t worry. I’ll buy you plenty more,” he added, voice smooth but laced with that dangerous, predatory edge, as his fingers found the wetness between your legs. His fingers slipped through your folds with a familiarity that sent a helpless shudder up your spine.  

You gasped, your thighs trembling as his fingers danced over your slick heat. He moved with the precision of someone who knew exactly where to touch, how to touch, as each motion was designed to unravel you so. “I…I…ha…ha…” Your words dissolved into breathless moans as he dipped into your core, gathering the wetness there before rubbing slow circles into the swollen nub that made you jolt under his touch.  

“Th-the ca-camera,” you finally managed to choke out, a moan slipping past your lips as he kept circling that sensitive bundle of nerves, your spine arching instinctively toward his touch. You couldn’t stop the sound that escaped from you, something desperate and raw. God, the way he played your body was criminal.  

Val’s breath, hot and tickling the shell of your ear, made you tremble. “Don’t worry about it, baby,” he whispered, his voice a velvety purr that slithered down your spine, pooling low in your belly. “You trust me, don’t you?” His breath brushed against your skin, and you could feel the heat of him, a roaring furnace of want hovering just over you.  

Your mouth opened, another moan tearing from your throat as he pressed two fingers into you, the wet sound of him fucking your slick folds filling the room. “I…I trust you with all my heart,” you whimpered, your hips instinctively grinding against his hand, chasing the pressure, the release. His fingers curled inside you, and you felt the pleasure blooming with each movement, the slow smouldering burn becoming an insistent need.  

“You’re going to come for me, baby,” Val panted, his eyes gleaming with dark hunger, his lips parted, red saliva dripping in thick, viscous lines from the corners of his mouth. “Then you’re going to take daddy’s big cock, aren’t you?” His voice was a low, sultry growl, his fingers quickening their relentless pace, the sound of your arousal slick and obscene.  

All you could do was nod, biting down on your lip to suppress the rising moans threatening to spill from you. Your legs parted wider without thinking, your body offering itself to him as his second set of hands gripped you harder, keeping you in place as he ripped your shirt, skirt, and bra from your body, the sound of fabric tearing like distant thunder.  

The cold air hit your exposed skin, your nipples hardening in response as he held you down, his fingers still driving you closer to that edge, pushing and pulling you into the pleasure with ruthless expertise.  

Your vision blurred, the room narrowing to just the sensations of his fingers, the way they pressed and curled inside you, the pressure building higher, tighter, a coil ready to snap apart. “Ah…ah! F-f-f-” you stammered, each thrust making you shake, your body arching off the couch. His grin widened, sharp and wicked, as he watched you, relishing the sight of you coming undone beneath him.  

“That’s right, baby,” Val cooed, his voice a velvet blade, slicing through the haze of your thoughts as the sound of wet, rhythmic slapping filled the space between you. “Come for daddy.” His chuckle reverberated through you, the final push that sent you careening over the edge.  

With a scream, your body snapped taut, the orgasm hitting you hard and fast. Your heels dug into the couch as you thrashed under his unrelenting touch. He didn’t stop, his fingers still plunging in and out, drawing out ever last wave of pleasure until you were nothing more but a trembling and panting bitch in heat from his hands.  

“Oh, baby,” Val crooned, his eyes gleaming crimson as he watched your chest rise and fall. His lips dripped that unnatural red saliva, a few droplets landing on the curve of your breast. “You look so beautiful when you come.” His voice was thick with desire, but also something darker – something possessive.  

You grinned weakly, basking in the praise despite the exhaustion. Even now, after he’d torn you apart with pleasure, you still craved his approval, his validation. But then you saw him unzip his pants, his cock springing free, thick and veined. Its lilac hue pulsed with each heartbeat, and the tip beaded with evidence of his arousal. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in the sight, the sheer size of him still intimidating, even though you’d been here before.  

But then, though the haze of lingering pleasure, reality crept back in – the audition. Your audition. The reason you were even here today.  

“Val,” you began, your voice small, hesitating. You swallowed hard, the words almost painful to get out. “What about the audition?” You wrung your hands together nervously, your body instinctively curling in on itself. “I…I don’t want to be late. I promised I’d be there on time and I don't want to disappoint you…” 

Val smiled, but it wasn’t the warm, comforting smile you’d grown used to. It was indulgent, knowing. “Oh, my precious little girl,” he murmured, his voice laced with saccharine sweetness as his fingers closed around your wrist, pulling you back into his orbit. His touch was warm, reassuring, and for a moment, you forgot why you’d been so anxious. “As long as you’re with me, you don’t have to worry about a thing.” 

Your breath hitched as he guided your hand to his cock, your fingers wrapping around the solid heat of him. He was impossibly thick, your hand dwarfed by his length, and as you felt the weight of him, all thoughts of the audition melted away.  

You knew what he wanted. The air between you crackled with tension, and with a shy, teasing smile, you leaned forward. Your lips brushed the swollen head of his cock, its heat palpable even before you pressed a lingering kiss against it. The musky scent of him filled your senses, the salt of his pre-cum lingering on your tongue as you opened your mouth, taking in the bulbous tip. The taste was intoxicating, heady, and dizzying.  

Before you could react, his fingers twisted into your hair, a sharp tug, forcing your mouth further onto him. You whimpered, hands scrambling to grip his thighs, pleading with the pressure of your fingers that it was too much.  

But he didn’t care. His hips moved forward, relentless, the thick shaft pushing past your lips, stretching them beyond comfort. Your eyes fluttered shut as his cock slid across your tongue, heavy and pulsing. You felt him filling your mouth, pushing deeper and deeper, and the first flutter of panic set in when he hit the back of your throat.  

“You can take more, can’t you, baby?” His voice was a low purr above you, filled with dark, honeyed encouragement. “Daddy knows you’re such a good girl.” 

Your throat convulsed, trying to adjust, your lips already aching from the stretch as he sank deeper. You gagged around him, tears stinging your eyes, but your determination to please him held you in place. The taste of him, the weight of him, filled your senses completely.  

Your nails dug into his skin, a desperate plea to slow down, but he only chuckled, stroking your head as if you were some cherished pet. “Mmm, that’s it. I knew you could handle it.” 

Every inch of him seemed to demand more, pushing past your limits. You couldn’t seal your lips fully around him; he was far too thick. Your mouth couldn’t close properly, but it didn’t matter. The wet, sloppy sounds of your struggle filled the room, along with your gags and his low, satisfied grunts.  

Drool spilled from the corners of your mouth, trailing down your chin, dripping onto your thighs as your gag reflex betrayed you. Your nostrils flared desperately, fighting for air.  

His grip tightened, forcing your head in rhythm with his hips, controlling you completely. He moaned, and the sound vibrated through your core, making your legs squeezed together, desperate for friction. You could hear his pleasure, feel it in the way his cock twitched as it slipped deeper into your throat.  

The room blurred, tears spilling down your face, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you struggled for breath. Everything was too much – his taste, his weight, his voice, the pressure in your throat as he pushed past the brink of your tolerance.  

Then, suddenly, he pulled out, your lungs heaving as you gasped for air. His cock, now slick with your saliva, glistened in the light as it hovered in front of your face. You coughed, a thick strand of spit connecting your lips to his cock snapped away. 

“Such a good little thing, aren’t you?” His voice was darkly sweet, laced with approval. He tugged on your hair, lifting you, repositioning you with ease as if you weighed nothing. His lower hands cupped your ass, lifting you until you were straddling him, his cock nudging insistently at your entrance.  

“I can’t…” Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. You shook your head, trying to regain some control, but even the thought of sitting on him made your body tremble. “Val, please, I can’t take it all.” 

Val laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. “Oh, baby, but you will.” His confidence was undeniable, his grin wicked. Unexpectedly, he gripped your hips and pulled you down, forcing the head of his cock inside you.  

The stretch was immediate, intense, and you gasped, your fingers curling into the lapels of his jacket as your body struggled to accommodate his size. “Oh, fuck,” you whimpered, your walls fluttering around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion. Every nerve was on fire, pleasure and pain melding together in a dizzying mix as his fingers found your nipples, tweaking and pulling until you cried out.  

“That’s right. Let daddy hear how much you love it,” he crooned, his voice a rough whisper. “You’re doing so well for me,” 

You bit your lips, eyes rolling back as he pushed deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, his cock stretching you impossibly wide, filling you in ways that made your head spin. “So big,” you whimpered, hips trembling as you tried to make space for him, but there wasn’t enough.  

He grunted, and with one swift motion, he pushed even deeper, a sharp gasp escaping you. He was at the end of you, pressing into places you didn’t know could be touched, but he didn’t stop. He kept going, inch by agonizing inch, until you were sure he would split you open.  

“Oh, God…oh fuck,” you panted, your hands falling slack against his chest as you focused on breathing through the intense pressure building inside you. He held your waist firmly, his grip possessive, controlling, as if daring your body to resist him.  

“You’re taking me so well,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear, soft encouragement like music to your soul. “Almost there, mi amor.” 

Tears filled your eyes then. 

This was the first time.  

This was the first time Val had ever called you mi amor.

Mi amor.  

My love.  

Love.  

You could feel him inside you, every thick vein, every inch of his cock as it stretched your body to its limits. Your belly bulged slightly where he pressed against you, a faint outline visible as he finally seated him fully inside you.  

With one final hard thrust, he slammed you down onto his cock, and a scream tore from your throat. Your back arched as the shock of it rippled through your entire body. Your insides clenched around him, helpless to do anything else as he filled you completely, his cock a hard, throbbing presence deep within your core.  

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice thick with pride and lust. “You took it all, didn’t you? Such a good girl.” 

You couldn’t respond, couldn’t do anything but tremble in his lap. Your body shook with the effort of accommodating him. The pain slowly dulled, replaced by an overwhelming fullness that sent pulses of pleasure through you. You could feel him deep inside you, so deep it felt like he was in your very soul.  

A sob escaped your lips, half pain, half pleasure, as he grinned up at you, his gold tooth winking at you. “That’s my girl,” he praised, his voice rich with satisfaction.  

Maybe…he could love you now.

You hoped that he loved you.  

Without warning, he lifted your hips, pulling his cock halfway out, and you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Your pussy clenched, desperate to keep him inside, but he only chuckled, holding you steady.  

“Shh, don’t worry,” he soothed, his lips planting small kisses along your jawline as he spoke. “I’m not done with you yet. Daddy’s going to take care of you.” 

Before you could process his words, he slammed you back down onto his cock, his hips meeting yours with a bruising force. You screamed, hands clawing at his shoulders as he began to thrust in earnest, fucking up into you with a savage intensity. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, your vision going hazy as you lost yourself to the feeling of him inside you.  

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your broken moans and his ragged grunts. He fucked you hard, mercilessly, his cock driving deep into your core with every thrust. The pressure inside you built, spiralling out of control as your body melted against him, surrendering your soul, your heart, your body, completely.  

“I want you, daddy,” you cried into the air. His cock throbbed inside you, twitching inside of you, the pressure making your walls flutter in response. “Please,” you begged, your voice trembling with desperation, a sweet, helpless plea that he loved hearing from you.  

Val’s grin was wide and wicked, that gleaming gold tooth catching the harsh light above. “That’s right, that’s a good girl,” he cooed, his tone low and degrading. The moment the words left his lips, his hips slammed forward with brutal position, pulling you down hard against him once more.  

The scream tore from you before you could stop it, your body overwhelmed by the sensation of being utterly filled. His cock drove so deep inside, you swore you could feel him pressing against your womb. You gasped, chest heaving, as he pounded in to you.  

The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with your ragged moans. Every stroke felt like a cruel tease – he would pull away just enough to leave you empty before ramming back into you, your lips red and raw from the relentless friction. You could only hang on, body trembling, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure rippling through you.  

His cock didn’t just touch your cervix; it slammed into it, forcing it open as he claimed every inch of you. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak – only animalistic sounds escaped your lips as he took you over and over again.  

Your limbs went slack, completely giving into his control. Val’s hands gripped you tightly, guiding your body as he pleased. You were a puppet to his desire, limp yet burning alive under his touch. Your head fell forward, and you panted for breath. “Oh fuck, daddy, daddy,” you screamed, nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m so close – so, so, close,” you babbled, the peak just within reach, the sensation building into something unbearable.  

Val’s voice, low and commanding, made your world unravel. “That’s right, come for daddy,” he growled, his hips snapping against you. The harsh slam of his body against yours was all it took to push you over the edge. You tensed, gasping, as the orgasm tore through you, leaving you trembling and slick between your thighs, your mind a haze of white-hot pleasure.  

Your body slumped forward, but Val wasn’t finished. In a swift movement, he pushed you down to the cold floor and flipped you over onto your hands and knees. Your limbs shook, barely able to hold your weight as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you back toward him. You barely had time to gasp before you felt the molten heat of his cock press against your entrance again.  

His cock surged back into you with unrelenting force, and your eyes widened at the new sensation. From this angle, he felt impossibly big, stretching you even more, his girth filled you completely. “Oh, Val!” You yelped as he slammed your head back against the floor, your cheek pressed against it. Drool escaped your lips and pooled beneath you. Your body quivered as he drove in to you without pause, his cock a burning brand inside your slick, swollen walls.  

Your breath came in ragged bursts, the pleasure too much for your already overstimulated body. Your inner thighs were soaked, your juices smeared against your skin as his cock slid in and out with wet, obscene sounds. You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak - just a string of helpless moans escaping your lips as his heavy balls slapped against your hardened clit with each punishing thrust.  

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” you mumbled, barely coherent as your pussy clenched around him again, the rippling spasms of another orgasm threatening to break you apart. But Val didn’t let up, didn’t stop – his grip on your hair only tightened, his hips pounding harder, relentless.  

“Give me another, cariño,” he panted, his words punctuated by the sharp slapping of skin, his balls crashing against your sore, soaked folds. The sharp sting of his balls hitting your sensitive clit made you mewl, your body jerking uncontrollably. You were drowning in pleasure, your body an aching, quivering mess beneath him, unsure how many more times you could come for him.  

“Tell me how good it feels, baby,” Val’s voice was a low growl, his demands sharp and insistent. “Go on, tell me.” 

“It feels good, so good, so good,” you chanted, barely aware of what you were saying. The words spilled from your lips automatically, your mind too fogged by the constant waves of pleasure crashing through you. You could barely see, eyes half-lidded, body vibrating with pleasure as he fucked you deeper into the floor.  

Val’s fingers that were clutching your hair twisted, lifting your head and torso as he changed his angle again. The shift made his cock curve inside you, and a fresh wave of sensation hit you like a bolt of lightening. Your breasts hung heavy, nipples sensitive as his clawed fingers pinched them harder. The pain blurred with pleasure, a delicious sting that you moan in earnest.  

Your thighs trembled, slick with your own juices, as the wet slap of his clock echoed in the room. The slick, wet sounds as he drove in to you, the puddle of your arousal spreading beneath you – you could hear and picture it so vividly in your mind’s eyes.  

As your eyes fluttered open, they caught the blinking red light of the camera across the room. An insidious voice whispered in your mind that the camera was recording every moment of your body’s surrender. The lens must have captured it all – the way your belly bulged slightly, moulding around Val’s cock, the way your cunt greedily pulled him in, stretching to take every inch of him.  

Your head felt weightless, like you were floating in a thick haze. Every inch of your body moved with the rhythm of Val’s relentless thrusts, his cock the sole force driving your muscles. Each push sent a shockwave through you, a reminder of the overwhelming fullness he gave. You never knew it could feel like this – raw, needy, with every nerve igniting under his touch. There was no distance between you now, no barriers.  

“Baby, baby…” Val’s voice rasped near your ear, soft yet demanding. His breath scorched the sensitive tip of your ear. Your hair clung to your damp face as you panted for air. “You love me, don’t you, baby?” His lips ghosted over your neck before brushing against your ear, his cock pressing deep inside, filling every crevice within you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, the pressure almost too much to bear, but you didn’t want him to stop.  

You craved more.  

“Tell me you love me,” his tongue slid along the curve of your ear, the wet warmth of it sending a shiver down your spine. When he kissed the shell of your ear, it felt like electricity, sharp and consuming. He whispered again, his voice like velvet laced with poison. “Tell me you’ll give me your heart, your soul, cariño.” His words were intoxicating, seeping into you like a drug, making your pulse race.  

“Hah…hah…” You couldn’t catch your breath as he made small, precise thrusts, nudging the edge of your cervix, the pressure so sweet it hurt. “I – I love you, Val, I love you,” you gasped, the need in your voice undeniable. Your body ached for him, craving that raw, reckless connection.  

“Love me enough to sell me your soul,” he murmured against your skin. His hips drew back, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, his cock hitting that devastatingly perfect spot that made your vision black out with pleasure.  

“Yes, yes,” you whimpered, your voice barely more than a breath as you writhed against him, desperate for more. “I’ll give you my soul, I’ll do anything – anything for you, Val.” 

The words spilled from your lips, raw and uncontrolled, as his cock slowly withdrew again, every inch of it dragging along your inner walls, leaving you trembling with the loss of heat and fullness. You whimpered, your hips arching involuntarily, seeking him, needing him to fill that space again.  

Cold metal kissed your neck, the unexpected sensation making your skin prickle, but before you could make sense of it, Val’s large hand slammed down on your shoulder, pressing you hard against the floor.  

“Oh, baby…” His voice dripped with satisfaction, the weight of it thick in your ears. “I knew you’d say yes. You’re one of my favourites.” His hand enveloped the side of your face, your cheek pressing hard into the cool surface beneath you. You felt his other hands lift your hips, and then his cock drove into you again, quick, brutal, carving out a space inside you, like he was determined to make you his in every possible way.  

The slap of his hips against your ass was sharp, the wet sound of your slickness loud in the air, and the stretch of him was so intense, so consuming, it stole every thought from your mind. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, so overwhelming that it bordered on pain. Your muscles twitched, your body teetering on the edge of breaking from the relentless pounding, but you wanted more. You needed more.  

Your gasps turned to cries as he bottomed out inside you, his cock filling you completely. The pressure was unbearable, yet addictive, your body aching for every inch of him. Nothing existed but the feeling of him, the way his cock stretched and claimed you over and over again. 

Warmth flooded your insides as he released his seed, filling you with deep, hot pulses. The sensation made your belly clench, every muscle in your body locking up as pleasure mixed with the heat of his approval, his ownership.  

As his cock softened inside you, the grip he had on you loosened. Your body, finally released from the tension, collapsed against the floor. His seed leaked from you in thick waves, trickling down your thighs, sticky and warm, mixing with the remnants of your own release. Every nerve in your body was spent, and the simple act of breathing felt like it required all the energy you had left.  

“Baby,” Val’s voice cut through the silence like a blade, casual and cold. He nudged your limp body with the tip of his shoe, roiling you onto your back. You stared up at him, dazed, your body sore, mind struggling to keep up. His cock hung loosely, still glistening with the remnants of both of you, but there was no intimacy in his gaze, no softness.  

Only…detachment.  

“That was a splendid show.” He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. As he spoke, a faint pink mist swirled in the air, wrapping itself around your neck like a collar. A chain, thin and ethereal, extended from it, connecting to his wrist. The weight of it pressed down on you, suffocating, though it barely touched your skin.  

You furrowed your brows, confusion flooding your senses while your body remained sluggish and unresponsive. “V-Val?” You stammered, the word barely a whisper, your throat raw from use and from the screams still lodged inside you.  

His expression shifted, the warmth you had once known dissipated entirely. His eyes curved into crescents, a cruel mockery of joy, and his lips twisted into something sharp and sinister. “I expect you to be at work every day, baby,” he said, his voice dripping with casual cruelty. A chuckle followed, light but empty. “Truly, a pleasure doing business with you.” 

You stared, uncomprehending, as he tucked himself back into his pants with a casual ease, as though nothing had happened, as though you were nothing – not even an afterthought. He patted his clothes, as if brushing away some invisible dust, erasing any trace of the intimacy you thought you had shared.  

“V-Val?” You tried again, your voice cracking, your body trembling as the reality of his words began to sink in. The warmth from his touch, from the act you once thought was love, had already cooled, leaving only a hollow ache. You could feel the crust of his seed drying against your skin, flaking away like something discarded, forgotten.  

His response was swift and brutal. “You work for me now, baby,” he crooned, bending down to meet your gaze as though you were a child who couldn’t quite understand. His hand came down on your head, not with affection, but with condescension, a pat that made your skin crawl. “Now, clean yourself up. The next actors need to use this set.” 

The words crashed into you, sharp and final, and before you could gather the strength to respond, he turned away, his footsteps echoing as he moved toward the door. The sound of the latch clicking shut rang in your ears, the finality of it stealing the breath from your lungs.  

For a moment, you were paralyzed, your mind swirling into a storm of chaos, trying desperately to make sense of the sudden emptiness where warmth had been. 

Slowly… 

Painfully… 

You tried to sit up.  

You tried – oh, you tried, but your body screamed in agony, your stomach and insides raw from the violent way he had… 

You bit your lips. Hard.  

Hard enough to pierce the skin, and a metallic tang blossomed on your tongue.  

He had used you.  

“V-Val…” you whimpered, the name slipping from your bloody, broken lips in a stilted, pleading cry. There was no pride left, only desperation. “Val…Val…” Your voice cracked as tears welled up in your eyes, hot and uncontrollable, spilling down your cheeks in silent rivers. You crawled toward the door, your legs too weak to stand, every movement a reminder of his cruelty, the soreness a mark of how easily he had discarded you.  

“Val…” You sobbed, your throat tight, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. Each attempt to call his name was met with silence, the room pressing in on you, the walls looming over you, the door an impenetrable barrier. The hollow thud of your palm against the cold, unforgiving floor was the only sound left as you clawed your way forward, begging for something you knew you’d never get.  

The truth slithered into your mind, cold and unbearable.  

He was gone.  

He had never cared. 

You weren’t special.  

You had never been.  

A bitter sob tore through you, and as the tears flowed freely, the thought struck you like a knife to the chest.  

He never once told you he loved you… 

...had he?

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[dnpgiggle]

while we’re on this topic

dan and phil both are equally pale. dan isn’t tan he’s got warm skin tone which doesn’t make his skin darker he’s still pale white boy like phil

[valeovalairs]

I am so behind on jrwitober, but absolutely needed to do art for a fic you read, so here’s jrwitober day 11 (three days late) art for a fic you liked

fic is Bleeding Ink by @dakota-cole, literally obsessed with this omg I love demonkicks so much

Additionally

[rainbowsuitcase]

I recently watched Tombstone, so.

Ice whose grandparents own a ranch and when he was younger, he spent every summer there, no matter how much his dad didn't like it. And maybe he doesn't have as much time when he gets older, but he still knows his way around the place, knows how everything works and where he can help.

Maybe he even has a horse that's half his, that was born in the spring when he was ten and he spent the whole summer that year playing around with it and his granparents include updates on it in every letter they send when he's on duty.

It's practically a second home to him, even if he doesn't talk about it much, so when he brings up introducing Mav to his grandparents, Mav isn't quite sure what to expect.

It's certainly not Ice driving off the highway and on a dirtroad, nothing but fields for miles, then a fence with a herd of cows behind it that they follow all the way through a ranch gate.

It's certainly not an older man in a cowboy hat and a plaid shirt coming out of the barn that smiles wide when Ice gets out of the car, or Ice himself grinning more than Mav has probably ever seen him.

"Tommy!" The old man calls out, affection clear in his tone as he starts walking towards them. "And here I was thinkin' ya wouldn't make it this year!"

But perhaps the biggest surprise is the twang that comes out of Ice's mouth. "I wouldn't miss this for nothin', grandpa! Ain't no way!"

[guiltyasdave]

it’s nice to have a friend

this is a secret santa gift for @wethairjoel - merry christmas my love 🫶🏻

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

word count: ~2.6k

summary: Joel and you have been best friends for years, but maybe this Christmas it’s time for the both of you to admit that that’s not all you want. (Goddamn I should write Hallmark movies)

tags: no outbreak!AU, friends to lovers, idiots in love, Sarah is alive, Ellie is reader’s sister, able-bodied reader, bits of angst/jealousy, Joel being emotionally constipated, mentions of alcohol consumption, FLUFF <3

dividers by @/saradika-graphics who is amazing!

full masterlist here / follow @guiltyasdavenotifs and turn on notifications for fic updates!

much love to @reddedmiller for assuring me that this is cute and not terrible, i love you 🫶🏻

“Ellie, come on! They’re here!”

Your back is turned to the door as you’re yelling up the staircase, waiting for your younger sister to finally come down. You turn around, fixing the open door and your waiting friend Joel with a tired smile.

“Hi,” you sigh, waving at Sarah, who’s waiting in the backseat of Joel’s truck.

“Rough morning?” Joel chuckles and lets you pull him into a quick hug.

As you’re nodding, Ellie finally comes trudging down the stairs, her backpack haphazardly thrown over one shoulder and her hair in a loose ponytail. She wordlessly flips you the bird as she walks past you and you roll your eyes, used to her grumpy mood in the morning.

“Sorry,” you mutter in Joel’s direction, ushering her out of the door, “didn’t mean to make you guys late.”

Joel laughs and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, darlin’, it’s no big deal.”

He casually throws an arm over your shoulder as he leads you to his car and opens the passenger side’s door for you while Ellie is already climbing in beside Sarah.

Joel starts the car and makes his way to the girls’ school, the radio playing soft rock music in the background and the girls chattering away behind you.

“Thanks again for doing this,” you smile at Joel.

“‘Course. You’re the one doin’ me a favor here, really.”

Joel and you had both agreed to take the day off and go shopping for Christmas presents for your girls while they were at school.

You had moved to Austin two years ago, a few months after becoming Ellie’s legal guardian. Ellie and Sarah had classes together and had quickly become best friends, easing your worries about Ellie being an outsider at her new school, and they asked to spend more time together outside of classes almost constantly.

That’s how you met Joel, the both of you bonding over being the sole caregiver for your girls and being younger than most other parents at the school. It’s an easy friendship and one that you cherish greatly. Joel is a good friend, making you laugh when you’re with him, always willing to help if anything at your house needs fixing, hosting barbecues for the four almost every weekend in the summer, and someone you can always turn to for parenting advice.

So what if he’s also so handsome that it almost hurts to look at him sometimes and your heart rate still picks up when he’s close to you? When you had first started hanging out more, you had thought that there might be more between you, with the way he kept calling you “darlin’” and the flirty remarks he threw at you, but nothing more ever happened and he never gave you any indication that he wanted anything more, so you figured that it was just his southern charm and that he treated everybody like this. Not wanting to screw up the one real friendship that you had managed to build in your new hometown, you continued to swallow down any deeper feelings, any attraction that you might feel towards him.

You drop the girls off at school and continue the drive downtown, stopping on the way for a coffee. Joel, who you have never seen drinking anything else than plain black coffee, teases you relentlessly over the Christmas themed drink with syrup and an obnoxious amount of whipped cream that you have picked for yourself. It’s a never ending discussion that comes up every time you have coffee together and one that you've gotten used to, with Joel not understanding why you would taint the coffee’s taste and you not understanding how he’s able to drink the bitter beverage without smoothing it out with milk at least.

When you finally reach the mall, already packed with bustling crowds of Christmas shoppers, you sigh. At least you’re not alone, and you have a plan of what you want to get. You pull out the list of potential gifts and stores where you might get them that you had written the night before, making Joel chuckle.

“Always prepared for anythin’, huh?”

You grin back and nudge him with your elbow. “You’re gonna thank me later, trust me.”

“Don’t doubt it,” he mutters and follows you through the crowd of people, a calming presence by your side.

You make a good team, somehow both more equipped to pick out presents for the other’s young girl. Sarah had wished for new CDs, movies and posters of her favorite bands to redecorate her room, an endeavor that you’re more than happy to help with. Ellie wants new strings and picks for her guitar, one that you had bought second hand and that Joel is teaching her to play almost every weekend, and new drawing utensils.

Due to your thorough planning, you manage to secure all the goods before noon, a fact that you don’t hesitate to rub into Joel’s face and he reluctantly agrees that this shopping trip had been done much faster than if he had gone alone, playing up his grumpy demeanor but you know him well enough to see the warm and playful glint in his eyes.

Since you still have a few hours to yourselves until the girls will return from school, you decide to get another coffee and maybe a snack together, this time actually sitting down in a café rather than picking it up. You’re treating yourself to another fancy drink, Joel is sipping on another black coffee and you’re sharing a blueberry muffin while you’re talking about your plans for the holidays.

Ellie and you will be over at the Millers for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, a tradition that you had established last year and that you’re more than grateful for. You love Ellie and she’s the only family that you care about, but you want her to have the best time possible, especially at Christmas.

Joel excuses himself to use the bathroom and leaves you alone at the table. You’re aimlessly scrolling through your phone when another person sits down in Joel’s seat. You look up slowly, taking in the guy in front of you. Slim, blonde, about your age, kind of handsome, you presume, if that part of your mind wasn’t taken up by another man. But that’s not a thought that you’re supposed to have, you try reminding yourself.

“Hey,” the man says, smiling at you. He has a handsome smile, too. “I’m Dan.” He extends a hand to you and you shake it, too perplexed to do much else.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, I just came in and saw you sitting here all alone and I just thought I’d take the chance and ask if you wanted to go out with me sometime?”

You stare at him for a second, the question barely registering in your brain, before you snap out of it. Why not, you tell yourself, this might be good for you. Good to get the idea of Joel and you out of your head once and for all.

“I- um, yeah. Sure!”

You plaster a smile on your face and exchange phone numbers with Dan who promises to text you and gets up just as Joel comes back, scowling at Dan’s retreating back.

“Who was that?” he asks, and you wonder if you’re imagining his tone being colder than it was before he left.

“Just a guy,” you murmur, feeling embarrassed and weirdly guilty, “wanted to go out with me, I guess.”

“And, will you?” You’re not imagining it, Joel definitely sounds colder.

“Maybe. I don’t know. Who knows if he’ll even text me,” you shrug and stand up abruptly, suddenly desperate to get out of the situation, “let’s go.”

Joel’s answering huff doesn’t do much to calm you down and the walk back to the car is more silent than you’re used to with him, none of the usual bantering between you two.

He drops you off at your house and while you had planned to invite him in to maybe start wrapping your gifts together, you’re now kind of desperate to get out of this weird tension between you, so you just grab your bags and hop out of the truck. Joel mumbles his goodbye and you watch him drive off while you’re standing in your doorway, your eyebrows furrowed. You think that maybe something just soured his mood, even if you can’t fathom what it might have been, and calm yourself with the thought that you’ll just text him later.

You do just that, sending him a photo of your wrapped gifts a few hours after you got home, but he doesn’t respond. You don’t hear from him for several days, your calls remaining unanswered and there are no replies to your texts. You actually resort to asking Ellie if Sarah has said anything, but she’s just as clueless as you are.

The weekend rolls around and you go on your date with Dan, who, unlike someone else, has texted you. He takes you out for lunch and while the date is nice and he’s being polite, easy to have a conversation with and you’re fighting with yourself trying to like him, you’re bored.

You don’t feel any spark between the two of you, a spark that you, as you begrudgingly have to admit to yourself, always feel when you’re with Joel. You decidedly swallow that thought back down as soon as it occurs to you, but it stays in the back of your mind, like a kind of craving that you just can’t turn off.

You tell Dan that you’re sorry but that you don’t see the two of you turn into anything more, which he accepts graciously and wishes you all the best and you once again want to kick yourself for not feeling anything at all for this kind and blissfully uncomplicated man.

Grinding your teeth, you call Joel the next evening and to your surprise, he finally picks up.

“Where the hell have you been?” you demand without as much as a greeting.

“Just busy with work,” his voice huffs through the speaker and you can’t help but start feeling slightly more at ease at the sound of it, even if you don’t believe that he was too busy to contact you for days, but at least he picked up your call now.

“How’d your date go?”

He sounds… careful, like he’s not sure if he wants to know the answer. You’re confused for a second; you didn’t even have the chance to tell him about those plans; until your gaze falls on your sister who’s sitting on the couch opposite from you with headphones over her ears and frantically scribbling in her notebook.

“Between Sarah and Ellie, no secret is safe, huh?” you grin.

“So it’s a secret?” His voice is tense.

“I guess not, I just didn’t- I don’t know.” You huff a frustrated sigh. “But it doesn’t matter, I’m not gonna see him again, so…”

“Did he do something?” Joel demands immediately and you feel your cheeks warming at the way he switches into protective mode.

“No no, don’t get all riled up. He was nice, just… not it. I wasn’t really interested in him anyway, so.”

“Huh,” Joel mumbles and though you can’t see him, you can tell that some of the tension is dissolving.

You chat a little more, working out the finer parts of the plans for your shared Christmas celebration in a few days, and by the end of the phone call, you feel like things between you are back to normal.

It’s the second Christmas Eve that you’ve spent at the Miller household and it’s just as chaotic as the first one. Joel’s brother Tommy comes to visit, bringing with him a bottle of whiskey and an air of mischief that immediately infects the two girls who are already giddy with the energy of Christmas, the prospect of getting presents tomorrow morning and the inevitable sugar high that comes with consuming mountains of Christmas cookies.

Ellie and you are meant to sleep over, Ellie in Sarah’s room and you in the guest room, so you indulge in a few glasses of whiskey, feeling pleasantly tipsy and like a warm, hazy glow is surrounding you. You sing Christmas songs along to the radio with the girls, laugh loudly at Tommy’s crude jokes and even get Joel, who is slightly drunk himself, to dance with you for a few minutes.

When you finally retreat to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water, you somehow already sense Joel’s presence behind you before he speaks up.

“Hey,” he murmurs as you turn around, his gaze trained on the floor at your feet.

“Hey,” you echo, searching his face, “what’s up?”

He rubs his neck, a mannerism that you’ve come to connect with him feeling uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” he starts, “I know I’ve been acting weird around you the past week, and…” he trails off again, still not meeting your gaze. Joel has never been good at expressing his feelings, and you can’t deny that you’re curious about what he’s going to say. You knew that it hadn’t been just about work stuff. Joel takes a deep breath, seemingly steeling himself for what he’s about to tell you.

“I didn’t- shit, I’m not good at this.” He rubs his neck again. “I didn’t want you to go out with that guy. And I know that that’s no excuse, but I wanted… I wanted you to go out with me. I’ve wanted that for quite some time, honestly. And I never knew how to tell you, I didn’t want to ruin the friendship that we have, but then that- that fuckin’ guy came along and I just thought, what if I had my chance and I missed it? But still, I shouldn’t have put that on you, I-”

You interrupt his rambling when you step into his space and place your hand on his upper arm, his gaze finally flying up to meet yours.

“You wanted… to go out with me?” you whisper, almost not able to believe what you’ve just heard.

“I- yes. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I’ll never mention it again, I just wanted you to know.” He shrugs helplessly and you can’t help the smile that’s slowly growing on your face.

“Joel,” you murmur, taking another step closer to him. “I’d love to go out with you. I never thought- you never said anything, and I didn’t want to make things awkward between us, but…”

This might be it, the moment that you’ve always hoped for but never thought would happen.

“I like you. More than as a friend. I mean, I really like you.”

Now you’re avoiding his gaze, feeling heat flush your cheeks at your admission. You feel his fingers on your chin, tilting your face up to meet his warm brown eyes, so close to you.

“Guess we’ve both been kinda idiots,” he smirks.

A grin is slowly spreading on your face. “Guess so.”

He leans towards you and your eyes slowly close, just before his lips touch yours.

None of you are aware of the audience that’s observing the both of you from the living room.

“Fuckin’ finally,” Tommy mutters as he leans back into the couch and takes another sip of whiskey. Sarah and Ellie both sigh in agreement.

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Haiiiii!! I have no clue if youre taking requests or not, but I was wondering if you could do general relationship hcs for Riley (if you’re comfortable ofc!)

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Relationship(s): Riley Andersen + GN!Reader (both platonic and romantic)

Format: Headcanons + small stories

Genre: Fluff + A decent amount of angst

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, Inside out 1-2 movie spoilers, emetophobia, panic attacks, little oc insert other than that- none!

Author’s notes: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR ONE OF THESE. AAAAAAAAAAHAHEHJEHAJAHSH. Guys, I love inside out 2, I’m seeing it tomorrow again. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. I made you a bit of a recluse in this, so i’m.. very sorry - Playlist recommendation (not mine):

Side note: Idyllic - extremely happy, peaceful, or picturesque.

Platonic:

Definitely one of your best friends.

She’s so sweet 😭

I wanna say you met her shortly after she was introduced into your class, when she was 12. You probably moved to San Francisco as well, but probably from at a younger age- like 5 years old.

You learned earlier on to understand the environment and adjust to it (even with how different and altering it was to you). You’re used to the same routine everyday, the same things everyday, and many things haven’t changed since then. You’ve definitely had trouble with friends even after being here for so long, though, it doesn’t matter- you were weird, at least to everyone around you. They never liked the fact you were.. primarily reserved. You were teased about it, nothing too severe, until it turned to bullying.

It’s…hard. The idea of being alone for the rest of your years here in middle school and then being alone in high school as well because they remember the recluse you were—

Well, until the new student arrived.

Riley Andersen, a girl who moved here from Minnesota with parents.

..If I’m being honest, it hurt to hear the pain within her voice after talking about her life in Minnesota, how she would play hockey from such a young age with her parents.

Though, it definitely took you much longer to actually talk to her, and go up to her. You’d definitely give her longing glances, seeing how lonely she seemed. And you understand, you’re in that very same position.

When you did introduce yourself however, she seemed a bit aloof about the whole situation. And you were patient.

“..Is this seat taken?” The nervousness in your voice was obvious, even with how much you tried to mask it. Tried to control the shakiness of it as you stood next to the dull, wooden picnic table. The blonde, with her head in her hand slightly looked up at you, surveying you for a moment before resting her head once more.

“..No.” She quietly replied.

“Did you.. wanna sit here?-“

“YES!— ..Yes, if that’s okay with you, of course!”

YOU EMBARRASSED YOURSELF. NONOJKOJOBO. GODDAMNIT. THIS IS NOT HOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO GOOOOOOOO.

“Make yourself comfortable.” You could definitely hear that she was at least attempting to be optimistic in her tone, which you silently appreciated.

Quickly sitting down, you placed your tray in front of you and attempted to find the most comfortable position to sit in.

“..So, you moved here- from Minnesota, right?”

“Mhm.”

..Dry reply. But- that’s okay! You understand why.

“It’s nice to know someone else who’s similar to you. I moved here myself as well, though it was.. a few years ago now. I’m sure you’ll at the very least like it here.”

“Oh- shoot, sorry um.. I’m (___). Riley, right?”

“..Yeah. Riley Andersen.”

You didn’t miss the small smile she gave you.

YOU HAVE ACQUIRED A NEW FRIEND LIFE-LONG FRIEND! :DD

Well- of course after some causal conversation about interests, hobbies, etc.

The two of you exchanged socials so you could keep in touch, and the two of you started talking more often during school and out of school, planning stuff for future hangouts and such.

It was genuinely nice to talk with her and get to know each other’s interests, and your bullies at school seemed bewildered at the fact that you’d actually grown more confident to go out and make friends. Even if it was some new girl like Riley.

Though when she started distancing herself, giving dry responses such as: “K.”, “wtv”, “lol”, “bye.” The repetitiveness of this had gotten you worried to the point you couldn’t even think of anything else but possibly losing your new friend. You just met her!

And this dryness eventually turned into ignorance on her end.

Of course you were going to be a bit of a worrywart over your friend, you had no idea what was going on in her head— you just wanted to help her in any way possible, and the nagging feeling that was gnawing at you due to this was impossible to ignore any longer.

So, you texted Riley when you noticed she was online one day: “Hi Riri! I’m sorry for the sudden message, but I’ve taken note that you’ve been leaving my messages on read for a bit now, and as much as I can understand wanting space from social platforms, but I would at least like to know if you’re okay. So, I wanted to request a video call or a meetup, so we can talk about everything going on, and you can speak your mind. I just want to talk to you, please.”

Apart of you wanted to wait for a message, but the other part of you wanted to close your laptop and hide in the corner of your room.

Though, you couldn’t pick fast enough given the fact Riley had already started typing her reply- given the fact you could see that she was.

“Call, ig. Whenever.”

..You instantly called the moment you got the chance.

“..Riley?” You quietly spoke up shortly after your friend had picked up the call, the laptop resting in your lap as you stared at Riley through the screen.

Riley seemed more despondent than you had seen her before, as she avoided any eye contact with you. The way your heart felt like it was sinking to your stomach-

“Riley?”

“I’m fine, (___). That’s what this call is about, right?” She spoke so bluntly- you probably would’ve thought you were talking to someone entirely different if you didn’t see Riley’s face, or recognize her voice you’d grown accustomed to.

“Riri- no, well- yes.. but that’s not the only thing! I want to know if anything’s bothering you. You know you can always tell me anything going on.” You interjected, shocked of the situation which was unfolding before you.

“Oh yeah, right.” …She rolled her eyes.

“I’m serious!”

“I can tell you’re lying to me!” The way she yelled at you, looking at the screen- the way her eyes were filled with such hateful vitriol made you physically recoil, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Did you do something to deserve this? Did you say something weird?? Maybe she’s just going through something and is so pent up because of it! But- with the way of how this conversation is unravelling, you really don’t think this is how this is gonna go.

With furrowed eyebrows, you frowned and surveyed her expression once more.

“You don’t understand what’s going on. You could never! And it’s not that you would even care anyways.” Riley continued, looking away from the screen once more before she tossed down her laptop onto her bed.

You really had no idea where any of these ideas were coming from.

Have you just not been a good friend? You’ve tried. You’ve tried so hard to be kind and courteous with your friend, you’ve tried so hard to genuinely help her, but it seems like all of your efforts are going to waste. Perhaps you didn’t try as hard as you thought in order to be a good enough friend who was worth hanging around with, worthy of love and being able to not beg for attention or seem needy.

Maybe they were right.

That you’re better off without any friends, that nobody would want to be your friend anyway.

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes.

“..Whatever.”

“Riley- wait-“

She closed her laptop, ending the call.

…what do you do now.

There’s no way to describe the next few hours during those moments.

You were up in your room, pacing, feeling a growing headache starting to blossom like a poisonous flower of sorts.

Nothing yet everything was going through your head at the same time, did she hate you? Was she going to drop you? What if you never see her again?? Would she hate your guts and actually try to humiliate you the next time you see her during school, or any other time?

Your breath hitches at the thought and you move yourself back up against a wall. Your parents weren’t home, they’re out probably galavanting around. It felt like blood was pounding through your ears, the feeling of a heart became unbearable and uncomfortable from the fact it was beating so fast, thudding against your chest. Your back slid against the wall as you curled up into a ball, hands shaking- entire body trembling. It just continued to get worse, whatever this was, as your vision became disfigured and distorted, as if you were looking through a fish-eye lens. You swear you felt your chest feel tighten, coupled with the fact it felt like bile was coming up your throat.

It felt disgusting.

All of it, you felt so sweaty, you felt filthy.

This is pathetic. (You don’t understand what’s happening.)

But you can’t move your body. It feels so stiff. The feeling of cotton in your mouth making you unable to speak, the heavy sensation of your limbs, the way the lights are too bright for your eyes now- it feels like the room os starting to spin, with the walls closing in, and the ceiling pressing down. You can't breathe anymore. You can't even scream as much as you wanted to at this moment.

The scariest thing about whatever’s happening still stands:

You have absolutely no clue what to do.

It makes you feel powerless. Weak. Pathetic and worthless.

Just like it does with the events that just unfolded with Riley.

And it makes you too tired.

Too tired to keep yourself awake.

Desperately, you find yourself trying to find some source of comforting within the rising heat of your own body, even with what’s happening. The tiredness begins to wash over, even with all of these feelings still present, and it genuinely makes you feel worse than it should. Everything about this feels wrong. You should be able to handle this- not freak out over it.

But you can’t help it.

You don’t know what else to do.

. . .

You don’t know how long you were passed out for.

But you realized that you’re on your bed right away. You found yourself turning on your lamp, before hastily starting to look around for a moment, around for your laptop. The moment you found it, you opened it, the time was the first thing you saw on the screen.

1 am.

You passed out for 2 hours.

Your parents must’ve come home and put you in your bed. Theres still lingering effects from whatever happened earlier, like a throbbing headache- and your eyes are incredibly dry, along with your throat.

It takes you a while before you slowly close your laptop, and shakily arise from your spot on your bed, finding yourself going downstairs to get a snack and a drink. Everything felt.. fuzzy, in a way you can’t describe. Derealization is a better way to describe it.

In languid movements, you grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge, and decided to make yourself some simple microwaveable ramen.

Sitting there at the dinner table was awkward.

It felt lonely.

Depressing, even.

You attempt to distract yourself by drinking your water and focusing your attention on the outside sky, and the time on microwave.

You made sure you stopped it before the alarm went off.

Slowly eating, just.. wanted to not think about everything going wrong.

But you couldn’t stop it. You couldn’t do anything. You only made things worse, no?

Nothing else eventful happened during your time downstairs, and you finished up your food rather quickly, before cleaning up after yourself. You took your plastic water bottle with you, back to your room. Closing the door behind you, you placed the water bottle down on your nightstand before getting back into bed, the dim lighting allowing you to focus on your computer screen better.

A new message alert popped up on the screen.

It didn’t say who it was from, as you were just about to put in the password. The message left as fast as it appeared, and you barely saw it.

…

You quickly typed in your password, the screen resuming back to your chat logs with Riley. Where the new message was. You scrolled down, and saw the lengthy message in its entirety.

“(__), I know you’re probably asleep right now, but I know you’ll get this message when you wake up and I can’t get rid the guilt off of my consciousness because I’ve been thinking all about it ever since the call, but I’m so sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to be so rude, or accuse you of anything. That wasn’t right of me. I have not been going through an easy time, and I don’t wanna divulge that all to you right now, but perhaps in the future when I’m not so tired and emotional? But, I understand that you’re going to be upset with me over the situation, and may no longer want to be friends with me. If you do, I won’t hold it against you. I just hope you can forgive me eventually.”

You could feel more tears well up in your eyes.

Riley was currently offline, though. She probably went to sleep.

But you wouldn’t just not leave her without a response. So, you got to typing quickly.

“Hey, it’s okay, Riri! I understand. There’s absolutely no way I would leave you as a friend, you mean so much to me that I don’t think I can believe a future without you being there as my first friend. Of course we can always talk about it later, but don’t feel pressured to do so. I’ll let you know again that I won’t pry information out of you, I’ll only be there to comfort you in anyway I can! You’re my best friend, Riri. I care so much about you, okay? Never be scared to tell me anything. (Sorry for the fact this is really short, I am so tired and have a headache- lol.)”

You two eventually talked about the whole ordeal eventually.

Overall, you two are inseparable!

Now, if we’re going to time-skip a bit to now where you’re also friends with Bree and Grace, you’re all still inseparable.

Maybe you play hockey- maybe you don’t, and play a different ice sport (ie: Ice Skating).

Nevertheless, you’re all incredibly good friends. You schedule hangouts as often as you can, understand each other, open up to each other, learn interests and hobbies you’re all interested. You enjoy each other’s company.

Bree is a great listener, and she actually sometimes will partake in some of your hobbies with you while you’re also doing them, even if she has no idea what it is. Like, if you’re drawing, she’d grab her own sketchbook and start drawing herself! (Though, neither of your drawings may not be good, you appreciate it). If you do actually play in a different sport, such as Ice Skating, you’d probably try and teach her some different moves- though she’d fail miserably. She’s at least trying, and that’s what you appreciate! Silent time with her is something you also enjoy having with her, because she’s one of the most comfortable people to be with (no offense to the others).

Grace is probably one of the funniest people in the group (not that the other two aren’t funny, its just that she’s so out of pocket at random points that it’s so perplexing yet, hilarious). You all could be silent for a moment while eating something, and then she says one of the most BEWILDERING things ever in human history. It shocks all of you to the CORE. (Don’t lie, we all have this one friend). If you tried showing her some moves in Ice Skating, she’d probably get some right. Though ultimately, she’d be decently stiff and fail in the end. But failure is a learning stone, not something to look down upon! She’s your favorite person to be around if you wanna get your hair braided or laugh so hard you can’t breathe.

Now, back to Riley. Even with Grace and Bree, you two still hold the closest relationship, given your guy’s background, you two talk the most to each other. You’ll blabber something about one of your interests, and she’ll add onto it, and then it’ll be a back and forth of questions from her and answers along with fun facts from you. You even got her into doing some of your hobbies from time to time! If you were to show her some moves in Ice Skating, she’d just admire. SHE WOULD NEVER DO IT. She would be too anxious, and freak out before even doing anything, so she just gives you a thumbs up. Though, if you implored a bit, she’d definitely give in and absolutely FAIL. (None of these girls know how to Ice Skate). Nevertheless, she’s one of your favorite people overall, and you care about her tons.

Now if we fast forward even more towards the end of the Inside out 2 movie, to where Val and her friends come into play..

Val is a gentle, yet firm person. Even with the age gap, you both are stille good friends and care for each other. She’s more like a mother figure to you, but still. You two managed to find a few hobbies the both of you enjoy that you both partake in whenever you can/are available, to which you both take great delight and joy in. Both because you enjoy each others company, but because you can relax and don’t have to worry about conversation, because if you/her want it to be silent- it’s comforting, but if you/her wish to engage in lighthearted banter about anything in general, it feels natural and genuine. Not forced, like you two have to keep talking, but that if you want to, you can! If you tried to show her any Ice-Skating moves, she’d definitely be the best at accuracy and skill. What can I say, she’s a woman of many talents! (She still fails). The best person if you need someone to go talk to. #ibelieveintherapistfriendvalortiz.

Romantic:

Yk this girl is so anxious.

I feel like her love language is acts of service. Ngl.

Taking everything from the platonic area as a prequel to this, she definitely knew she had a crush on you the moment she actually started seeing so many things about you that she hadn’t noticed before or really taken attention to: Your smile seemed much more genuine, your eyes had this small shone to them she originally didn’t see, the way you were by her side when she asked to console her- rubbing her back in circular motions, hugging her firmly yet softly.

….WHAT IS HAPPENING. HELP. WHAT DOES SHE DO???

WHAT IS THIS FEELING.

Amia is behind the console, and accidentally made her so confused with this sudden romantic attraction. (IM SORRY, I WANTED TO HAVE AN EXCUSE TO BRING HER UP).

She definitely starts trying to get closer to you as possible, scheduling more private hangouts for just the two of you- such as picnics, hangouts at her house. And she would use the fact that Grace and Bree wouldn’t be able to make it to her house at the time to her advantage/as an excuse.

Though, the downside is the fact she’s too anxious to even speak to you half of the time. Too anxious to genuinely do anything- even get closer like she originally intending.

..She eventually asked her parents for some advice. Which, may or may have not been a good idea.

Even with that, they still did help in their own way.

So the next time you went to leave your house for whatever, you’d discover a letter at your doorstep. The next day after that, flowers and chocolates. Though they weren’t expensive gifts, they were something.

You noticed that Riley actually started doing things for you before you even asked. You were about to ask her for a glass of water whole the two of you were relaxing at either her or your house, and she’s already handing the glass. You were about to ask her to pass her one of the ingredients you needed while cooking, and she’s already placed it into your hand. Trying to open the door? She already opened it for you, about to leave? She’s got your bag for you before you leave, full of everything you could needed. It’s gotten to the point where you’re actually a bit scared of her intuition.

Perhaps you may have had a crush on her too? Who knows. You decide, after all.

It’s.. hard to pinpoint when this whole ordeal started unraveling, but nevertheless- you felt very… odd at first. Why was she doing all of this for you? A part of you wanted to say that it was all just her being extra friendly on accident and that it meant nothing- but another part of you thought differently.

But the idea of someone having a crush on you felt absolutely and utterly absurd, ridiculous, and incredulous!

You two are just friends! (Just friends.. okay, right/sarc).

She would.. never think of you in romantic sense, there’s just no possible way. (De Nile is a river in Egypt🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️/ref).

(OMFG I NEED TO STOP. IM GIGGLING TOO MUCH AND BEING IMMATURE. But it’s silly).

Nevertheless, you just.. cannot accept it as true. It’s just some actions, it’s nothing that serious! You’re over-analyzing and overthinking it! Stop thinking like that!

..But it doesn’t go away. The itching sensation in the back of your brain never leaves. You’ve started to think about it 24/7, and as much as you try to push it down and say you’re overreacting, it’s still there- even diminutively. It’s. Always. There.

With the more time you spend trying to rid of the suspicion and feeling, you’ve started noticing little things about Riley yourself: The way she looks at you just a little longer than anyone else with a look in her eyes that is indescribable, the way she waits for you at the door as you pick up your phone and holds it open for you, the way she leans closer to you whenever watching any movie- and perhaps in a too intimate way. Like, she gets too close and rests her head on your shoulder, nuzzling herself into your neck ever so subtly.

..I think it’s safe to say you’re getting attracted to her.

ESPECIALLY WHEN SHE’S PLAYING AT A HOCKEY GAME AND SHE WALKS UP TO YOU LOOKING ALL PRETTY, WITH THE WAY THE SUN REFLECTS OFF OF HER SLIGHTLY DAMPENED HAIR-

…

Yeah, yeah you are.

You’re blushing so hard at the realization of what the hell is happening right now. And you’re way too nervous to tell her anything. You even found out she was the one who left those small gifts at your doorstep. How?

Well..

“I’ll go get us some snacks from downstairs, ’ll be right back!” Riley’s voice sounded out, and you looked up from her sketchbook you’d been using with her permission!with a small smile on your face as you nodded in understanding, before she rather quickly shuffled out of the door and downstairs. You went back to doodling on the sketchbook.

You were just going to pay attention to what you were going to draw next, you saw a small piece of paper sticking out on another page.

..you should not be prying- but, perhaps she drew something!

The excitement filled you as you flipped to the page, where you were meet with no drawing of any kind. But instead, there was a note which was ripped. It was written rather quickly, and the confusion of what you were seeing quickly filled you. But looking at the first few lines had you shocked and blushing like crazy.

‘I had given them a few gifts to leave on their doorstep like my parents..’

Instantly, you closed the sketchbook all together, head racing with so many thoughts at the same time.

She was the one who left those gifts?…

You couldn’t believe it, at all.

Perhaps it was for a different person? (But it was too similar).

What the hell were you supposed to do now????

Wait for some sort of date from her?

Or ask her out yourself?

Both would be.. nerve wracking, but you knew you had to make a move soon, or you probably would never have another chances. You felt scared, more nervous than you had ever before in your life, but you seriously thought that there was going to be no other option.

You had to do it sooner rather than later, in fear of what would happen.

Especially with the possibility of ruining your relationship, you’d take the risk. For the both of you. This way, you could learn if she was truly being more friendly to you for some reason or for none at all and she simply felt like it.

But then another problem came up:

You had absolutely zero idea on how to ask someone out.

..what do you do now.

Well, you at the very least- knew it had to be romantic. Something genuine. None of that faux stuff!

So, you decided on a rather fancy picnic, that appeared to be more of a tea party instead of a small picnic with the fact that you wanted it to be much more different…

There was a large glass table with an umbrella stuck in the middle and unfolded as to keep those safe from the bright sunlight, delicately covered with an embroidered lace cloth.

Upon the table, there are an array of delectable snacks and drinks, carefully arranged. Elegant porcelain teapots, each filled with a different fragrant tea, sat alongside dainty teacups with gold-rimmed edges. Platters of finger sandwiches, scones with clotted cream and jam.

(You don’t remember how long this took, given you used old antiques and cleaned them so many times- just in case, and made all of these foods yourself. You borrowed the fancy table from your garage and cleaned it down, given it hadn’t been used in years, and brought some simple- yet fancy looking chairs from your house as well).

And you spent quite a bit making sure the letter you sent to Riley was perfect.

You were sat in one of the chairs, dressed in one of your most fancy outfits. You didn’t want to look foolish during this, after all- you made it all look this fancy for a reason!

It was a nice day out today, given that it wasn’t very cold or too warm to be uncomfortable. The sun was on the horizon, and the moon was rising as the stars started shining within the soft colors of pink and orange in the sky. Honestly, it felt more like a dream that this was happening.

And the way you’re genuinely panicking internally-

“(___)?” You heard someone speak up, and you turned your head to look at..

Riley, who was in her fanciest dress, you noted., Though you know she’s not one to dress so formal unless it’s an important event. The dress was white, right above her ankles with a floral design embroidered into it. Even on the slightly puffy sleeves. Though, she was still wearing her converse, with plain white socks to match. Her hair was styled into topsy tail ponytail from what you could see, and a flower clip in her hair.

“Why, don’t look rather ravishing!” You immediately said without another thought, and she blushed at the remark.

“Thank you- you look great yourself!” She nervously laughed while smiling, blush growing on her cheeks. A moment of silence passed between you two, before you spoke again.

“Well don’t just stand there, come sit with me.” Riley instantly became stiff, before nodding and scampering on over to the empty seat in front of you. You gave a lighthearted laugh before subconsciously wiping your hands down the sides of your outer garments.

The two of you stayed in somewhat awkward silence before striking up conversation with one another, talking about the things you did- not including anything.. personal (fangirling over one another) But, instead things you weren���t together for, like actives you did with family, or games/practice you had. Riley even commented on how well made and delicious the food tasted, which made you blush HARD. You were so giddy, yet so anxious at the same time- you felt the need to throw up.

“Thanks again for inviting me.” Riley spoke again before taking another bite of her macaroon, as you simply nodded. You’d found yourself going quiet as you continued to eat your food and sip upon your favorite drink the fancy, porcelain tea cup.

..how were you going to confess your feelings to her after she finds the little note stored in one of the macaroon? How will she react? Will you be able to speak fast enough? Will she accept this, or hate you for the rest of your time together as friends???

Your body was tense as you thought of all the horrible ways this conversation could go after she-

“Oh! Cool, some of them have little fortunes- like fortune cookies!” CURSES.

Riley’s face changed from one of joy, to one of perplexity as she read the small piece of paper, before looking up at you with the same look.

She could definitely see how pink your cheeks were.

REACT, IDIOT, YOU LOOK LIKE AN IMBECILE FOR JUST SITTING THERE!

“..(___)-“

“Riley Andersen, will you be my girlfriend!!?” You slapped your hands over your mouth the moment you said that. The words spill from your mouth like word vomit so quickly you had no time to react while you were saying it, only afterwards did you truly realize what you did.

Her mouth went agape, blinking a few times as she simply stared at you in shock, before her expression changed to a softer one and smiling wide.

“Of course.”

Now, isn’t that banal?

But it’s the way that it happened.

(Side note: you’ll never get to know what the slip of paper said 🫶😋)

Nah it was just some rhyming, and cringey poem that would continue with you saying aloud ‘Riley Andersen, will you be my girlfriend?’

You two are both very awkward to show each other any sort of affection in public, or in private at first. But; it started with Riley slowly- trying (and, failing) to be subtle, holding your hand in public.

Grace and Bree are the first two people you three told about your relationship after you got together the other day. Val being the third.

The more comfortable you get, the more you tell other people, like Riley’s Parents.

They definitely would take you to those Pride parades to show their support, ik it. Prove me wrong rn.

Nevertheless, all of them are incredibly supporting of your relationship!

The more comfortable you two get in the relationship, the emotional and touchy you get (not in that way 🤨).

Like, more hugs (back-hugs, random hugs, etc) between you two, more cheek/forehead kisses, cuddling for the first time, first time kiss, etc. The whole spiel.

Now… on the topic of the first kiss..

It happened at her house while it was just the two of you. Her parents were off at their jobs, and it was summer break. How it happened is.. decently embarrassing. She was leaning in to give you a cheek kiss, until you turned your head in her direction, purely for the reason you were going to ask her a question. It wasn’t until your lips were both connected did you realize what was going on.

Safe to say that both of you were blushing messes.

Grace and Bree tease you often about your relationship, not in a rude way- ofc, but in a friendly way. Val, gives small remarks from time to time, but they don’t mean anything rude by it!

Your relationship overall is pretty healthy, even with some small arguments here and there, and might even struggle with some miscommunication.

Your guy’s relationship though has its ups and downs, like any other, but you’ll always try your best.

For Riley.

Your wonderful girlfriend <3.

. . .

“All we’ve been able to think about is (___) this entire week!” Disgust exclaimed, not necessarily in a bad way, but moreover in a.. realization kind of way. Looking down at the console, which was a deep pink color.

“Isn’t it wonderful!? (___) is so lovely… WE COULD THINK ABOUT THEM EVERYDAY from now on! They’re so kind, sweet, beautiful, and so much more!!” Amia beamed happily while clasping her hands together.

“Says the Love Emotion..” Fear remarked quietly to himself, before sipping his tea. That quickly earned a glare from her, which had him running off in a hurry.

“It’s good though! It proves we’re a genuine partner, and that we’re truly smitten with them!” Joy added, ruffling Amia’s hair as the smaller emotion giggled.

“..They can never be boring, you know?” Ennui, leisurely laid on the couch, said. Laughing a bit.

“BUT, What if they think we’re being too much of an overbearing partner though!?” Anxiety yelped aloud, jumping out of her ‘special’ chair to run up to the console, as if looking for tanything that could be a sign or anything possibly wrong. That only lasted for a moment before she backed away, flapping her hands and pacing around.

Joy stared for a second, smile dropping before sighing, shaking her head in disapproval and a softer expression taking over.

“They could never! They love us, Anxiety. They’re being genuine. Just look at Riley and (___) together right now.” The emotion’s hands rested upon Anxiety’s shoulders, gently leading them towards the console to stare at what was happening with Riley at this very moment.

Riley and (___) were happy with their current circumstance. Genuinely contempt. They were currently star gazing in a nearby park, the moonlight’s soft rays of light hitting the couple’s faces, as if it were a true person- caressing their faces ever so gently. Their hands intertwined, and focused on each other, along with the stars to witness their own date. They really could stay like this forever, leisurely sitting in the lush grass near the jagged rocks of the lake to which the light was reflecting off of against the moving waves.

(___) rested their head upon Riley’s shoulder, eyes slowly closing from the tiredness that’d accumulated over the day. And hesitantly, she leaned her head atop of yours.

They were really here. It wasn’t just some wild and crazy dream that dream productions crafted, but instead it was reality, the meticulous reality that now Riley and (___) live with.

It really was idyllic.

This took so long… i can confirm because my phone is lagging so much while typing all of this + my Acheron!reader.

WHICH IM WORKING ON I PROMISE

Enjoy my blood, sweat, and tears(PLEASE. PHONE IS LAGGING SO BAD)

[storm-angel989]

Hi I’m not sure if your requests are open at the moment. But if they are, I was wondering if you could do a Valentino x fem!Reader; where Charlie meets the Overlord - like when she goes to the studio to request more time off for Angel in the show - and she finds out he’s married - and she ends up meeting Reader and their kid?? - sorry if this doesn’t make a lot of sense.

I think this is what you were looking for? If not please feel free to request something different!

Please consider this an OTO short story and consider the characters within the context of that narrative! Enjoy!

<3 Mandy

Valentino didn’t let his family in his studio, and for good reason. 

Sure it was a dangerous place. After all, he employed criminals, scumbags, and general down on their luck losers. Not to mention the actual work itself wasn’t something he wanted his wife, let alone his daughter, anywhere near. 

But deeper than the obvious reasons, Valentino didn’t want them to see him in the role he played. He didn’t want them to see the cruelty he inflicted as he fulfilled the terms of each contract he signed. The day he married his wife, he swore he would keep her as far away from that part of him as he could. 

The day Charlie walked into his studio, he was already at his wits end. 

The baby had been up all night with bad dreams. His wife needed to work in the afternoon, which meant he needed to keep a tight schedule so he could keep an eye on his precious daughter. 

So when he heard that creak of the door opening and the blonde bitch walked into his studio, he wanted nothing more than for her to turn the fuck around and walk back out. 

From the corner of his eye, he watched Angel Dust rush up to her, and encourage her to leave. As with everything else in her life, Alastor’s bitch ignored his plea. Valentino could feel his anger growing as he stood up. Normally he would find this entire thing entertaining, but today it was interfering with his very tight timeline. 

As he strode over to encourage her to leave, he heard the elevator door open. From his back, wings sprang forth as he watched his wife step into his studio, his daughter in her arms. 

Fucking great. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He yelled across the studio. In the moment, he forgot about Charlie, forgot about Angel, forgot about the timeline. He strode across the floor and hurried her into his office. 

“Bebita,” he hissed. “Get yourself and her out of my studio. Now.” 

“Put those wings away,” Reader replied mildly. “You’re scaring her.” 

Valentino looked at his three year old daughter's face as she stared at him in a mix of fear and fascination. With a sigh, he took a deep breath and retracted his wings. 

“It’s just me, my ninita,” he said softly as he reached for her. “Come see Papi.”

He lifted her out of his wife’s arms and cradled her to his chest. Softly, he cooed to his little girl until she snuggled into him and wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.

“Papi!” She said excitedly. “Play game? Uncle Voxy’s Sharkies? Pony ride?”

Valentino gave his wife a hard look. “Mi amore, why are you here?”

“Because you need to watch her and I need to go meet with Uncle Lucy,” she replied as she set the diaper bag on the table. “Do paperwork, keep her in the playpen, hell, make one of your assistants watch her, I don’t care but I need to leave right now.”

Valentino felt his anger bubble up but swallowed it back. He knew it wasn’t her fault. Hell, he knew it wasn’t even technically Lucifer’s fault. Instead, he leaned over and kissed his wife softly. 

A creak of the door and Valentino jerked away. It wouldn’t do for anyone to see him act so soft. 

“Val? Do you have a moment?” Charlie’s voice interrupted. “I’d realllllly like to speak with you about Angel.”

“Oh for fucks sake,” Valentino growled. “What now?”

“Language! That’s two quarters in the swear jar!” Reader scolded him. 

As soon as Charlie pushed the door open and saw the scene within, Valentino could see his reputation going down the drain. He tried to hand his daughter back to his wife, to put on the mask he wore with everyone else. 

Unfortunately, his little girl had other plans. 

“Daddy! No!” She shrieked. “Papi, no no no no no no!” 

“Okay, okay ninita,” he muttered and snuggled her back to him. “Settle down.”

She stuck her fingers in her mouth and laid her head on Valentino’s shoulder. 

“Daughter? You have a kid?” Charlie asked, her voice dripping in disbelief as she looked at the three of them. “The overlord of lust and depravity?”

“Oh shut up,” Valentino snapped as he sat down on his desk.

Charlie looked to reader and waved brightly. “Hi! I’m Charlie! I’m…”

“I know who you are. You’re the one who opened the Hazbin Hotel,” reader replied. She gave Charlie a smile. “Please, ignore my husband. What’s going on with Angel?”

Charlie’s eyes couldn’t get any wider. “Valentino is married?”

“That’s common fucking knowlege,” Valentino muttered. “I wear a wedding band for fucks sake.” 

Both of them chose to ignore him. 

“Hi Charlie, it’s nice to meet you,” Reader replied with a smile. “I’m reader, and this is our daughter. Sweetie, say hi.”

Instead of answering, the little girl buried her face into Valentino’s neck. 

Charlie’s eyes went wide again. “You’re Lucifer’s niece. Oh my god it is true. Valentino, you’re married to Lucifer’s niece?”

“Charlie, what is it you want?” Valentino asked with a sigh. “What will it take to get and keep you the fuck out of my studio?” 

Charlie turned to him, “I have come to- aggressively kindly- ask that you give Angel more time off to…”

Valentino closed his eyes. If he gave Angel the time off, could handle this bitch by himself. And get her out of his studio for good.

“Fine. Done. He’ll be off in five hours and I’ll shorten his hours, now get out,” Valentino growled. “And I swear, if we pick up even a hint of Alastor in this building I will…”

“Val…the baby,” reader warned. 

“Deal! Thank you thank you thank you!” Charlie gushed.

 In a single motion, she reached out as if to hug Valentino. He stepped back quickly.

“Not with the baby, she doesn’t like strangers,” he said sharply. “Goodbye, Charlie.” 

Valentino watched as she practically skipped out the door. Grateful for the privacy, he sank into his office chair and closed his eyes. Against him, his daughter snuggled deeper. He felt his wife prop herself on his knee and felt the weight of her head against him. Outstretching his arms, he held them both against him and closed his eyes. For a moment, all was right with the world. 

“I can’t have her in my studio,” he said aloud. “The baby, I mean. I hate to do it, but I need to call Vox, see if he can take her. I just, I don’t want her around all this. It isn’t okay, for so many reasons.”

“I know, and I’m sorry normally I…” reader began. 

Valentino cut her off with a kiss. “I know. Go, if you have to.”

Reader looked a bit disheartened but leaned over and kissed their daughter, and then him before making her way out of the office. A quick phone call to Vox later, his now sleeping daughter was safely in her Uncle’s arms and Valentino’s attention shifted back to his work. 

Five long hours later, he called cut, pulled Angel aside and informed him his day was ending early. To his dismay, he watched as Angel strutted to his changing room just as Charlie again walked through the door. 

“Valentino! Can we talk?” She asked.

Valentino shifted his weight and crossed his arms. “I gave Angel the time off because you promised to leave.”

“Yay! But this isn’t about you, this is about reader and you, and your softer sider- I think you might be a great candidate for the Hotel!” She gushed. “Think about it! Your daughter…”

Valentino had her by her throat up against the wall before she could finish her sentence. His wings sprang from his back and every part of him pulsed with power. 

“Do not presume to speak about my family,” he snarled. “This is your last chance. Get. Out.”

He released her and without another thought, he slammed open Angel’s dressing room. He could feel the rage building as he grabbed him and shoved him into the wall. 

“I don’t give a shit what you do with your time off, get that fucking cunt out of my studio,” he snarled. “The next time she comes in, both you fucking bitches will be dead.”

He dropped Angel and to his relief, Charlie was nowhere to be found. He stepped into the elevator and tried to swallow back the fear and anger in his chest. Alastor and his little twat had better keep themselves far away from his family. Valentino had no desire to start another fight, but if push came to shove, he would most certainly finish it.

[covetyou]

for one night only

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pairing: Frankie Morales x fat contortionist f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: Oral sex, face fucking 👀, fingering, addiction, minor mention of clowns (no descriptions, mentioned very briefly), drug use (not Frankie, minor mention), squirting, slightly subby Frankie. word count: 4.5k summary: Frankie Morales has a problem. Not the drink. Or the drugs. Frankie Morales has a problem saying no. One night only, one night only… In the morning this feeling will be gone It has no chance going on

A/N: I feel like one of those ao3 notes where the author is like "soz this took 4 years to update, my whole family died and then I had to move country 12 times, and now I live on the moon and have to send all updates down to earth via the postal sysem", but my dog was diagnosed with a heart murmur on Tuesday (on Catfish Day, no less!) and then on Wednesday I was cranked open and scraped out, because I have the luck of beign born with a cervix. Neither of those things are good conditions to write smut under, I've found out, least of all when it's also the hottest days of the year so far.

So, here we are, 2 days late, and I'm not asking for forgiveness or apologising, I just really like to complain and make lighthearted jokes over serious things to make myself feel better. happiest belated Catfish Day, pocket pals 💛

same reader character as in jester little bit more 👀 this story continues in fools just wanna have fun (Dieter x reader) and family friendly (Frankie x Reader [x Dieter])

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From the moment Will proposed it three weeks ago, Frankie knew tonight was going to be a stupid idea. Still, here he was, walking into the fucking circus of all places, staring at a glowing sign that was taunting him with the words he'd told himself every time he'd ever gave in to the temptation of booze or coke.

For one night only.

Seven months of sobriety didn't make that temptation go away, and even though this was his longest stint clean in some time, today was not the day to be pushing himself. Work had exhausted him and tested his patience to the extreme, and now he was spending his one free evening in a place that was more overwhelming than it could ever be enjoyable.

It's not that his friends weren't helping, either. They were trying, just like Frankie was trying to enjoy himself, hoping each time they asked him if he was doing okay that it would suddenly be true. But the smell of beer and the press of warm bodies against his as they shuffled into the Big Top made him feel less and less in control as time went on.

It didn't get better from there.

In the Big Top, somewhere between the chaos and the elegance, and back to chaos again, he'd lost himself in it all - that was until he was distracted by a distinct smell brought into the big top by a troupe of clowns that he knew would lead him nowhere good.

That nowhere good turned out to be a shitty looking trailer half covered by a tarp, with "Bravo"scrawled on the door in sharpie. If you'd asked him how he got here, he wouldn't exactly know - he just knew it involved hearing a name, lying to his friends about needing the bathroom, and sneaking away while they were distracted by a sideshow game he had no interest in.

He knew the road he was heading down. That for one night only sign burning in his mind as he stood there, fighting a war inside his own head.

Then, like an angel covered in soft furnishings, you'd turned up, dumping blankets with an oomph onto a cart behind him, wearing what looked to be nothing more than a t-shirt and sandals as you turned to look at him, took one look at the twitching in his hand and the hesitation in his body before you told him he didn't want what was on the other side of that door.

And Frankie knew you were right.

You were the most right thing he'd seen all day. So, when you beckoned him, he obeyed, following behind you like a starving puppy as you led the way through the mess of trailers, to what must have been your own.

He'd watched as you climbed the steps ahead of him, sequinned ass on display with each step upwards, watching it sway and jiggle as you ascended, only pulling his eyes away when you turned and looked down on him with a knowing look.

That's how he found himself here. Surrounded by soft things and delicate lighting. Away from one kind of temptation but sat right in front of another, watching as you grip the edge of your t-shirt, pulling it high enough that he can see a strip of your belly as you gesture back to those impossibly short shorts.

"Do you mind if I...?"

Frankie nods, waving his hand and stuttering over too many words as he tries, and fails, to be unaffected by you and what he can only imagine you'd feel like beneath his hands.

"No, sure, fine. Uh. Go ahead."

You laugh as you start to undress, letting your t-shirt fall to cover you once more. He watches you peel those too tight shorts down your legs, grunting with the effort as they roll and pinch against your thighs. Your skin bulges and ripples as they roll down your legs, and Frankie can think of nothing but sinking his itching fingers into your soft skin and anchoring them there as he dives head first into the place hidden just beyond the hem of your shirt.

"You made the right choice, y'know. I'm much more interesting than what Bravo the Clown has to offer," you say with a wink, catching him watching you just as your shorts pool at your feet and you step out of them. "He might have his head up his ass, but his head can't touch his ass like mine can. Tea?"

With a nod, Frankie watches as you move to the kitchen - a small counter with a water kettle and some mugs, and not much else - before you call back to him.

"You can get comfortable too, if you want."

And so he does, pulling off his hat first, before unbuckling his belt and tugging it from his pants with a sigh.

When you come back, you hand him a mug, which he accepts with a thank you before gripping the burning ceramic hard in his hand, rubbing his other along the rough fabric of his jeans.

"You need a distraction," you say, with a nod to the mug burning his palm. "What do you usually do when... y'know?"

"Keep busy, usually," Frankie says, looking down at his hand, flexing it until the sting subsides.

"Let's find you something to focus on then. An activity. Something good."

Frankie's mind immediately goes where he knows it shouldn't. You'd seen him struggle, and you'd helped him, the least he could do was keep it in his pants and his mind out of the gutter.

But then, when you sit down opposite him, crossing your legs as you take a sip of your own tea, all he can see is the gusset of your panties, and he knows he's ruined. He doesn't even try to hide his cock as it hardens in his jeans each moment he spends looking at you, so casual and relaxed in this space you brought him to.

You know, of course. If he was paying even a bit of attention to what your own eyes were doing, he'd see that you're well aware of the affect you're having on him. Since he looked up at you from the steps, part of you had been working out how you'd get him beneath you again, and now it was looking like all you'd need to do was snap your fingers and all your dreams would come true.

Some might say that would be manipulative. The man needed a calm place to be for a little while, and you were happy to provide it, no payment necessary. But, with the way he was looking at you, pleading with those beautiful brown eyes - combined with the shockwaves sent to your cunt every time his voice rumbled from his chest - it was clear you were both fighting a losing battle against something much better to give in to than whatever quick fix Dieter could rustle up.

A blaring ring of a phone pulls you both out of your thoughts, and he scrambles for his pocket, pulling out a battered looking phone with a crack across the screen and pressing it to his ear.

"Hey, man," he says into the phone, not meeting your eye.

Here, in the quiet oasis of your trailer, with nothing but the distant tinkle of music to disturb the peace, you can hear every word from the other end of the line clear as day.

"Fish, where the hell are you?"

And now, maybe it is manipulative of you to stretch to put your mug down on the counter, drawing his eyes back to you.

"Uh, just had to get away."

When your fingers slowly drag up your thighs, tugging the hem of your shirt upwards and over your panties, you don't miss the way his throat bobs in a heavy swallow, his eyes going glassy as he tries to focus on the voice practically screaming down the line over the noise of carnival music and chattering crowds.

"You back at the van?"

And maybe the leg you put on the coffee table is a little unnecessary, but it works. Soon his eyes are drawn down to between your thighs, and the small scrap of fabric covering you that he'd been trying so desperately not to look at.

"No, no. I had to -" you draw your shirt a little higher, the soft pooch of your belly and the waistband of your panties now on show for him. "- mierda. Just some place quiet. It's chaos out there."

"We can leave, hermano. I told you, you never have to force yourself through this shit. You want out, we're out."

Your hands continue up, and up, pulling your shirt with them and then, just when your breasts threaten to spill out of the bottom of it, you let go, stretching your arms high above your head with a smile.

"Hello? Fish? Catfish? You're worrying me, man. Where are you?"

Raising your eyebrow, with one last ace up your sleeve, you let your thigh fall to the side, and watch the entire house of cards come falling down.

"I gotta go."

"Fra -"

"I'll text you."

The line goes dead, and Frankie quickly taps out a message in hopes to keep Santi quiet for at least a little while. When his phone is face down on the seat beside him, he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and rubs his hands on his rough jeans once more.

"So, Fish," you start, drawing his attention back to you, where you sit tracking your fingertips slowly up and down yourself. "Think of anything fun we could do?"

With a sly smile, biting your lip, you shuffle your hips forward. No sooner are the tips of your fingers dipping below the elastic of your panties, and he's up, out of his seat.

And straight on the floor in front of you, having taken one big step over the coffee table to get to you before wedging himself between your spread legs. And fuck does he want to touch - dive right in and feast - but instead he sits back on his haunches, staring up at you from his position on his knees, looking absolutely wrecked.

"That what you want, pretty boy?" you say, as he wipes one hand across his chin, the other balling into a fist in his lap.

He's nervous. Impulsive, sure, but hesitant. So, you reach for his hand before it falls to join his other in his lap, and press it into the soft meat of your thigh, squeezing down, before releasing and letting him take the reins.

His exploration is tentative, at first. Soft sweeps of his hand from your knee to your hip, and back again. Watching up at you as you relax down into the cushions around you, sighing and smiling each time his hands trace a new patch of you and light it on fire.

When his other hand joins the first, taking its place on your other thigh, you whisper breathy words of encouragement to him - words that sound so loud in his ears but he knows are barely audible above the sound of his own heavy breathing.

That's all he needs to start pressing his mouth to your bare skin. Kisses to your inner knee, small nibbles to the swell of your thigh. Each and every press of his mouth is met with a giggle - his facial hair tickling your delicate skin.

"I see he called you Catfish," you say through another giggle as his kisses move higher, following the trail of his hands.

"Yeah?" he says, his breath ghosting your thigh, smiling as you giggle again. And fuck, even if he never gets any higher than this, no closer to salvation than right here, the bulge of your thighs in his grip, this would be distraction enough to fight through fifty more bad days.

"It's the whiskers, isn't it?" you ask, laughing again when he scratches his beard lightly on your inner thigh.

But then, he's face-to-face with the tiny scrap of fabric covering you - so much smaller than he expected when he was sat staring from the other side of your trailer - looking up at you now that you're quiet, giggles subsided but one brewing just beneath the surface.

"Or," you start, as you reach down for his face, dragging your thumb across the swell of his plush bottom lip. "Or it's because you're a bottom feeder. Catfish by name, catfish by nature."

A soft kiss to your cunt over your panties comes before you even finish your taunt, and you find yourself groaning out his bizarre name not once, but twice as he cuts you off each time. Not that you mind, of course, and he doesn't seem to either. Each moan you make makes him press deeper and deeper kisses to you, until he's dragging his mouth up and down the seam of your clothed pussy, desperately trying to taste you.

Your cunt, as desperate to get to him as he is to her, throbs, trickling slick as he mouths at you, teasing your clit with nudges of his nose. And then he's licking you - not where you want him, but near enough, as he licks a soft stripe up one side of your cunt then the other, tasting your skin where your panties don't quite cover.

What you really want is to tear your underwear off and let him devour you, but you don't. That would mean pushing him away, and he's far too lost in it for you to even want to attempt it. So, instead, you reach down and yank the thin fabric to the side just as he takes another soft bite of your thigh, and delight in his gasp when he takes his first proper look at you.

"Oh, shit."

Whatever restraint he was showing before flies right out of the window when he can finally see your pussy. He dives in, tonguing your entrance, tasting every drop of arousal he's pulled from you since he started his teasing. Within a few licks, you've slouched further down the bench, spreading your thighs wider as his hands wrap around them and pin you down.

You feel better than he could imagine. Your thighs are thick and plush - the fat of them easily gripped and kneaded in his palms as he messily eats you, pressing his tongue into your hole only to feel you clench around him.

It doesn't get any less messy, or more refined, as he laps at you. It's like he's ravenous, and maybe he is, but it's too much, too fast, too soon, and not enough all at once.

"Slow," you gasp, rocking your hips, hoping he'll get the picture. And, to his credit, he does. He pulls back, looking between your furrowed brows and the wet mess he's licked over your cunt, and instead takes a slow swipe from your hole to your clit.

"That's it," you moan as his tongue teases around you. He avoids your sensitive nub for a few strokes, choosing instead to circle it, to tease you. But then his broad circles swirl tighter and tighter until you're groaning out into the tiny space. "Right there. You've got it. Oh, fuck."

Frankie moans right back. He's like a rock in his own pants, so hard it's bordering on painful, but he can't bring himself to pull a hand away from you to adjust himself. Instead, he uses his finger tips to pry you open a little, spreading your slit wide for him to lick into before focussing back on your clit and slipping a finger easily inside you.

This is how you're going to come. Onto this beautiful mans tongue, his fingers buried inside you, your t-shirt rucked up higher and higher by your own hands, fingers pinching your own nipples, head thrown back.

"Fuck, so close."

He groans, nodding into your cunt, his tongue swiping up and down on your clit with each bob of his head. And he looks beautiful doing it - eyes screwed shut as he moans and whines into your pussy, wanting nothing more than to please you, planting a delicious seed in your mind as he gets more and more desperate to make you come.

"Give me another finger, pretty boy," you ask, biting back a good boy when he slips a second thick digit into your fluttering pussy.

Reaching down, you stroke his face, pulling his attention up to you as you thread your fingers through his messy hair while he laps and suckles away at your clit, fingers pumping shallowly inside you.

"You want me to use that pretty mouth?" you ask, and the groan he gives you in return almost sets you off then and there.

"Oh fuck, that's good. That's good," you pant, taking a deep breath to try to hold back your rapidly approaching orgasm. "Stick out that tongue for me, pretty boy."

Frankie, ever the obedient little thing, sticks out his tongue for you, groaning when you slip a finger across the wet muscle and into his mouth, letting him suck on it for a little before swiping it across your own clit.

"Keep it out for me."

"Uh-huh."

You tug him closer, scratching gently at his scalp when his tongue slides against your pussy, before holding him in place.

"That's it. Keep it out. You're going to make me come, pretty boy. Keep those fingers right there too. Don't you dare take them out."

The look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know right then. This is exactly what he needed, the perfect antidote to his seemingly inevitable downward spiral. He looks entirely fucked out - face a mess, lips swollen, facial hair drenched in saliva and your own slick. Then, with a small nod of his head, you start to move, rocking gently against his face at first, before you pick up the pace.

You're not sure you've felt anything better. His fingers are deep and he's curling them inside you over and over, pressing against a spongy spot you're all too familiar with. You're grinding your clit against his tongue - using his whole face to get yourself off, alternating between the smooth slick swipe of his tongue before the rough scratch of his facial hair briefly catches your clit, and back, over and over. It's driving you insane. You're driving yourself insane, but you can't - won't - stop. How could you when he's panting, practically sobbing into your pussy, as you use him.

Now, you really are going to come. You rock against his face more rapidly, movements more precise now, fucking yourself onto his fingers and grinding your clit into his tongue, fingers tugging and pulling at his hair.

Then, your back is arching off the bench, a loud, keening groan leaving you, your fingers twitching and releasing from his hair, your hips stuttering as it all gets too much. Anyone else, any other day, and this would have spelled a ruined orgasm for you and a terrible nights sleep. But Frankie doesn't let up. Your fingers release him and he continues, nodding his own face against you exactly as you liked it, fingers curling, and curling, and curling so wetly inside you you're sure you're going to burst.

Until you do. You convulse there right on the bench, clit twitching against Frankie's tongue as you gush against his fingers, his chin, coming so hard you're sure you've left the atmosphere.

It's only when your voice finally comes back to you, your silent orgasm all but wrung out of you, that you tell him to stop - practically beg him - and collapse back into the cushion, still twitching.

Frankie sits between your legs, pressing feather light kisses to your mound, as you come down. He looks so peaceful there, between your thick thighs, soothing himself with your body while he ignores his own aching cock.

"What's your real name, pretty boy?" you ask with a lazy smile, swiping your thumb across his chin and the wetness still glistening there.

"Francisco. Frankie. It's Frankie," he mumbles into your leg, finally shifting to alleviate some of the strain in his jeans.

"Come up here and kiss me, Frankie."

On aching knees, Frankie pulls himself up. He moves to hover over you, to hold himself off of you in case he gets carried away, but you pull him down, pressing your mouth to his and tasting yourself on his tongue.

"Mhm. You want a hand with that, Frankie?" you ask, feeling the solid length now pushing into your thigh through his jeans.

"Wanna fuck you," he gasps into your mouth, rutting and grinding forward as you scrape blunt nails up his back.

And it makes you freeze. Frankie, in that moment, is certain he's fucked up. That's not what this is.

But then he hears you curse softly under your breath, looking over to a cabinet as you try to wrack your brain for when you last restocked your stash of condoms. Too fucking long ago, is the only answer that comes to mind, and you're certain you don't have any.

"I don't have any fucking condoms - goddamnit," you say with a pained sigh, trying to stop tears of frustration pricking in your eyes. You want it too. If the bulge in his pants is anything to go by, you'd have the time of your life riding him straight through till morning.

"But we can do something else?" you say, hopeful that he doesn't want to go just yet as you reach down and start stroking him over his pants. "I think I owe you that much."

Fuck does it feel good, having your hand stroke him. He wants nothing more than to say yes - not to cash in on what he's owed, but because you feel so damn good. Still, he knows it wouldn't be enough. He'd had enough tragic experiences and fumbles in the past few months that he knew the only way he was getting off was from his own hand or by fucking hard into something soft and wet, or he wasn't coming at all.

"No," he says softly, kissing you again and shifting his hips back from your grip. "No, it's okay. And, I'm not - shit - don't feel guilty, I'm not trying to do that, I'm just - it's just - uh - fuck - it's difficult. For me to, uh..."

You lay a comforting hand on his side as he trails off. "It's okay."

If your own shame had ever taught you anything, you know he's about to apologise for something that doesn't need an apology.

"Can I show you something cool, Frankie?" you say instead, cutting him off before he could let the shame eat at him.

Frankie nods, and lets you gently push him back and off the bench seat you're both awkwardly lying on.

Hauling yourself up, you reach for something under the bench closest to the end of your trailer, and pull, throwing all your weight back until the bench is shifting forward and a hidden piece of the puzzle is pulling up and out, where you can push it down onto the coffee table.

You climb onto it then - the pillows and blankets making so much sense now that he sees this is your bed - and pull a cord on the ceiling, letting it rattle and shift until there's a soft clunk.

"Come here."

Frankie follows, wary of the stability of the whole thing only for a second, climbing up behind you as you lay down. Sitting beside you, he follows your eyes up and up until they reach the ceiling.

Only, there isn't one. Instead, what he's faced with is a window to the endless sky, lit with streaks of light bouncing off of clouds, turning them a rainbow of colors as they shift and sway.

"This is what I do when everything feels too much," you say, looking straight up into the night sky. Frankie lies beside you then, looking up into the abyss alongside you in that tiny space.

"I lie here for long enough that all the big and overwhelming things feel small again. Something about looking out into the universe really puts stuff into perspective, y'know?"

"I think I do," he says with a smile, just as your hand finds his arm.

You lie there together for a little while. Talking a little, but mostly just looking out into the sky, occasionally remarking on the shapes of the circus lights beaming into the heavens.

"Fuck," You say suddenly, and Frankie turns to see you pressing your hands into your eyes, blocking any view of the sky above as you lie together in your trailer. "Fuck."

"You okay?" he says, worried that he's over stepped his mark, stayed too long and made a weird thing weirder just by sticking around.

But then you're pouncing on him, pushing him back into your bed, and latching onto his mouth in a feverish kiss. It's all you can do to not rub your bare cunt on his jeans in desperation for more, because that's just it. You want more, condoms be damned.

"What if," you say between kisses, "I could get condoms - what if - I could grab some right now - do you - do you wanna...?"

Frankie thinks it's the most obvious thing in the world - he is, after all, still rock solid in his pants. No amount of staring at the night sky seems to be making it go away. In fact, he's just got harder and harder since laying down with you and having your hands dance delicate patterns onto his bare arms.

His hands find your ass, pulling you further into him, dragging your leg over his own and your cunt along his thigh, making you grind down into him and moan into his mouth. He doesn't exactly have words for how much he wants it, just that he knows he's as desperate for it as he was to be buried face first between your thighs. So, he groans back, your hand finding a perfect spot on the crotch of his jeans, rubbing and kneading the solid lump of his cock through the denim.

"S'that a yes?" you mumble, and as you pull away, staring into the wrecked glazed eyes of one another, you both laugh, catching each others mouths in another hurried kiss.

"It's a hell fucking yes, hermosa."

At that, you dart up. Or you try to, at least. It's more of an awkward roll and a flop as you try to pull your leg from Frankie without causing any damage, before you crawl off the end of the bed and grab for your shirt and those tiny panties again - wherever the fuck they are. Balance should be your thing, but right now as you're frantically shoving clothes on, anyone would think you didn't do this for a living.

"Wait here," you pant, hopping into your shoes. "I will be right back."

And as you leave the trailer, the door slamming behind you as you practically run away into the night, Frankie thinks of how lucky he is to have found salvation in a place like this - a soft little oasis amidst so much chaos.

this story continues in fools just wanna have fun (Dieter x reader) and family friendly (Frankie x Reader [x Dieter])

tags: @beefrobeefcal @schnarfer @for-a-longlongtime

[secrectlyicky]

moodboard for upcoming fic

rafe cameron x black kook!musician!reader

finally going home after three long years and a world tour, your neighbor catches your eye. and you catch his.

[archhis]

I just scrolling on my dashboard full of Top Gun stuff and listening to radio. Suddenly comes this ad: “Aeroclub [insert city name]. Flying is way of life and longlife passion. We offer pilot and parachuting training, look out trips or just come hang out in our airport cafe.”

Reminds me my favourite fanfiction about how Maverick learns to fly and his love for flying, it is of course IceMav.

[madladysix]

Missing you

Pairing: Iceman X Fem! Reader

SMUT AHEAD 18+ BE WARNED!!!

Description: after being away from each other a long time you both get it on sexual style (I genuinely cannot help myself with writing that but I also cannot write a good description for this!)

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Tom Kazansky has been away for six months now…letters and photographs of filthy promises was enough to make any man crave the woman he loves, so within the moment of him walking through the door of his shared home…he searched for his lover…there he found her in the shower. Ice began stripping off his clothing getting completely naked and then ripping open the shower curtain staring straight at his lover’s beautiful body ignoring her scream and then giggles of surprise as he quickly maneuvered into the tiny shower…pressing her up against the wall fiercely as he kissed her with all the force of love and hunger in the world.

"Y/n," Iceman moaned into your lips, his free hand sliding between your legs, "Ive missed you more than you could know.” He groaned out, between every kiss and breath he was pressing into your lips deeper, it felt almost like he was sucking in your scent and words with the harshness of his needy kiss, but what made you feel like the Queen of the world was his greedy fingers slipping down your body and towards your folds where gentle circles were placed upon your sensitive mound. Y/n’s moans echoed upon the walls of the steamy bathroom as he continued to tease and please her with his rough digits.

Within moments her legs began shaking with need as he touched her faster, "Please... I can’t take much more Tom..” she begged between her gasps for air, "Soon." he muttered as his fingers began working even faster now, driving her closer to an impending climax but with one last deep-possessive kiss, he pulled back immediately, and moved his cock to press against her core, a small gasp left her mouth which only made him groan in response, this is what he’s longed to hear was her moans…her teasing letters and lewd photos for his eyes only that he received while out on a naval vessel 1000s of miles away from her for six months was uncalled for and only fueled his fire as he fiercely and without warning lifted her up slightly in his muscular arms and shoved his cock into her slick entrance but his movements were slow with pushing inside her, he wanted this to last, but her small gasps filled the steamy room and he knew with how much he needed this it’d be over real soon so as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, and did this with every inch before filling her up fully he said soft words to her

“I love your eyes…” “I love your voice…” “I love your skin..” he was worshipping being in her presence as he kept a steady rhythm inside of her. Ice groaned loudly as he bit the corner of her neck…Her walls had contracted around him, being far away from her for months on end not getting to see her with the fear of dying in the air came with its perks…moments like these where he can finally feel her, smell her, hear her, and he can finally release all the negative thoughts he has been harboring within his head from being away from her by just being with her right here and right now. "Fuck," he breathed, his hands finding her hips to hold onto as he began to move inside her at a quicker rate, Their bodies slid against each other perfectly, as the water from the showerhead turned cold and dripped onto their steaming bodies, creating a sensual dance with raised skin. After a while of moaning and a

The sound of skin slapping skin..Tom moaned her name gently “y/n..” it wasn’t as possessive as before it was sensitive and feeling as he released within her, she was quick to cum after him as well, they held eachother and did not part, Tom laid his face in the crook of her neck and turned the water off blindly as she held onto her body craving her warmth and soft skin…He was touch deprived and it was obvious he had been through hell in the past few months “Tom?” Y/n asked with her voice low “I’m sorry..” he whispered back with a sad sound to his voice “hey…it’s okay…” she replied with a sound if honesty in her voice as she began to think that usually the after care would be focused solely on her but tonight the aftercare would be for him.

After they got out of the shower after moments of standing there cold and shivering just holding eachother, y/n began drying his body off and getting him comfortable clothes to wear, allowing them time to get dressed in their best possible comfort outfits, she held his hand and assured his every step to the bedroom, this was the difference…you know like medium and range? Although Ice wanted to love his wife…the mental toll of months of pain and hardwork loaded down on him in the matter of moments being with the only person he can trust…and she listened to all of it..she cried with him, laughed with him, but most importantly she stayed right there with him curled up on bed laying with his head on her chest.