#i tried my best to answer this and i still barely hit the points oh well lmao 🥹

[amiharana]

A very loose prompt: a while ago I found a bunch of Stone tower temple theme covers (especially NostalgiCore's and TheNamelessBard's covers), and that got me in a Revalink mood: first, a pretty straightforward idea of Revali and BotW!Link somehow walking around Stone Tower ruins and wondering just what those ruins were in its prime, and second: the tunes living on, and Revali or Link dancing to one of them while the other is watching (also, the fact that one of the catchiest fan lyrics go "danger lurks around every bend, you cannot succed alone; sing the song, let go of your grief, solider comes whose heart is stone" could be pretty easily made to fit revalink: both Link and Revali have reasons to craft an image of themselves as an unsheakeble warrior (Link literally stopped talking out of fear of saying the wrong thing, and Revali tries to look like the most arrogant Rito to ever walk Hyrule, despite evidence to the countrary) as someone who may as well have a heart of stone, and both of them have things they grieve about, so them going together through Ikana valley - a place that requires putting ghosts to rest - would sound a lot like fulfilling the lyrics. Bonus points if they actually need to solve the Stone Tower puzzles together to go back to BotW and key Ikana characters are still around to help them(not really ship relevant, I just thought it would be lowkey funny when BotW boys would bump into Ikana undead and learn that one of the Hero incarnations had shown up here already).

anon i first want to sincerely apologize it took me so long to answer this ask because (1) i never finished playing majora's mask so i can't write a good enough fic to do justice to mm lore and (2) it was sent during a time when i was probably prepping for an exam. i'm still prepping for exams, i have another one next wednesday 😭

but i still took the time to go find and listen the covers you were mentioned! i hope these were the right ones, because they went kinda hard ☝️😩 they both made me think about a tangled au like flynn rider!revali x rapunzel!link, like that one scene where everyone is dancing together in the town center or whatever lol. i couldn't find the one you mentioned with fan lyrics though but if you'd like to send them, or if anyone else knows where it's from, please do!

iirc, termina is a completely different world from hyrule and oot!link somehow gets in after an altercation with skull kid who has the majora's mask. spoilers for people who haven't played mm? but i just read that termina was a creation of skull kid's own mind so it's not even a real world 😳 so i'm interested to know how link and revali got into the stone tower temple in the first place, or if another temple of the same name perhaps exists in hyrule analogous to the one in termina. like would they run into skull kid somewhere in botw's hyrule? or find the mask on their own (since majora's mask is available in botw as dlc) and somehow termina still exists within the mask? link why the fuck would you put on the mask what da hell?

i would assume that termina's existence relies on skull kid's active envisionment of it and link's constant resetting with the ocarina that causes the perpetual three-day time loop and prevents the moon from falling. and in addition, that termina was created with the purpose of being skull kid's plaything to . hurt and kill people out of his frustration? like i said, i never got to finish mm so i'm kind of iffy on the details of the story sawrryy ✋😭 but it's like. does termina go against the conventions of time? if we assume that termina is a creation of skull kid's imagination, will it be able to continue existing as its own world? will it always be in a three-day loop or after oot!link saves termina, does it continue in a regular continuous flow of time, therefore resulting in the ruins of the stone tower temple? would places like clock town still be thriving thousands of years later? like what if link and revali met skull kid somehow in botw, pissed him off, got dragged in termina, and had to go exactly through what oot!link did in order to escape LMAOOO

i could imagine revali and link bickering about how the other was the reason why they got into this mess, and then they step into clock town from within the clock tower and are completely shocked because they were just in the lost woods and now they're in the middle of a town??? you mentioned wanting to see them meet key mm characters specifically from ikana, but since i don't know any of them (i'm sorry again 😭), imagine link and revali meeting anju at the stockpot inn just trying to get a room to sleep and anju being like. huh. your name is link, too? and having to explain to revali n link that a child in green with the same name and disposition as botw!link had come to termina years ago and saved their town from the moon falling and destroying it. and revali and link are just like. The moon was WHAT? and a CHILD saved you????

link and revali joining in during the carnival of time, and maybe the carnival of time now has a segment where they retell the story of the child in green who saved termina through song and dance, and link gets roped into dancing with the townspeople during the stone temple tower piece. he doesn't know the dance at all, but one thing about link is that he picks up very quickly on everything 😙 so revali is off to the sides of the town center with everyone else crossing his arms, watching link as he begins to catch onto the choreography and keeping in step with the rest of the dancers. he spins and twirls and claps with the other dancers, a smile growing on his face as the song continues, and revali is completely enamored. link had always been beautiful to him, but he was constantly surprisingly revali. this might become one of revali's favorite aspects of link's beauty now.

by the end of the dance, link is panting, sweating, and his cheeks are flushed with a rosy glow. revali's eyes are still on him; they never left link at all. someone nudges revali with their elbow and he glances at them briefly. "that one yours?" they say with a smirk, pointing their chin at link. revali looks back at link, who's smiling brightly thanking and complimenting the other dancers. the little hylian then catches revali's eye, and his bright grin becomes a shy, but warm smile.

revali's gaze softens. "he's not a object to possess," he says to the stranger. he watches as link bows slightly to the other dancers in farewell, then begins to jog back over to revali. "but if there's any possession occuring, it would be his hold on my heart." the stranger says nothing, eyes wide.

once link approaches, his jog falters into a walk. "have fun?" revali says, rather softly.

link nods, smiling. "i didn't think i'd learn it that fast, but it was a really fun dance."

revali hums. "well, it looked like you had fun doing it. ready to turn in for the night?"

"mhm," link replies, and revali can hear the drowsiness beginning to seep into his ever-slumberous songbird's voice. the little hylian then moves forward to cling to revali's wing, and the rito glances at the stranger who's been watching their exchange the entire time.

"enjoy the rest of your evening," revali says primly to him. he tosses his braids over his shoulder as they turn away to walk back to the inn. while he didn't "own" link, it was true, at least, that his heart was for link to own.

i don't want this to get too long and end up misremembering details or something, but imagine some of the lyrics of the stone tower temple song resonating too deeply with revali and link after they think about it later, so they ask anju about it and she tells them about the actual stone tower temple in ikana valley that the song talks about and maybe that's how they end up traveling to the temple, exploring the ruins, somehow getting booby-trapped inside, and having to complete old-school dungeon puzzles to get out 😄

that's all from me for now. if anyone else is interested in writing for this prompt, go for it 🫣

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #ask #i tried my best to answer this and i still barely hit the points oh well lmao 🥹 #i know i keep saying sorry anon but i rly am ㅠㅠ #i'm getting so many signs to go finish the game #one of my classmates sent me an audio recording of them playing the song of healing today like #WHEN THE SEMESTER ENDS ILL RESTART MM AGAIN!!! #“you cannot succeed alone” me when link and the champions #would the rito exist in termina if it was a real world #skull kid has never met a rito before that's why there aren't any rito in termina #he doesn't have the imagination to conjure up bird people in the dream world #i think i talked ab it before but #i hc that both revali n link hate the idea of someone being their “better half” bc really that shit is stupid #they both believe you should be good on your own so that with your partner you're incredible together #that's why revali acted that way when the clock town stranger said “is that one yours?” #he probably meant like. is that your lover. but revali is a prickly dickhead

[sturncrazy]

New Camera 🔥

Matt Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

warnings: SMUUUUUTTT NSFW 18+ (umm lots. use of camera/recording, dom matt, degrading, slapping, language, daddy kink, slight choking, unprotected, creampie, j very rough)

authors note: so this won the vote for which y’all wanted first! ask and u shall receive! this one is FILTHY AND KINKY so if that’s not ur vibe, uve been warned…also side note, i feel like this goes without saying but, i write mostly unprotected… guys pls don’t actually do that. wrap it before u tap it🫶 ok luv u!! enjoy!!

summary: your boyfriend matt gets a new camera before going on tour and decides to experiment with it on you…

word count: 2,270 w

~you look good on camera baby let’s go make a film~

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your phone buzzed on your desk.

“be over in 10 babe ❤️” read a message from matt. you went back to fixing your makeup in the mirror, wanting to look your best for your boyfriends last night home. Matt was about to leave to go on tour tomorrow and it would be a month and a half before you got to see him again. even though you were excited for him, you wanted to make sure it was extra hard for him to leave you. after swiping on some lip gloss, you rummaged through your closet and landed on a thin white tank and flannel shorts. comfy, but still cute and showed just the right amount of skin to hopefully get his attention. your doorbell rang and you ran to answer it.

“hi, beautiful” matt said, pulling you in for a kiss.

“hi” you said smiling at him, the chill from outside hitting your mostly bare skin. he closed the door and walked in. his eyes gave you a once over as he took off his coat.

“you look hot” he smirked

“oh yeah?” you replied coyly, turning to head back down the hall.

“yeah. some shorts” he chuckled out, blatantly checking out your ass.

“what these?” you teased, bending over slightly

“don’t start with me, y/n” matt came up behind you and slapped your ass, playfully but hard. the two of you walked to your room and you flopped on your bed, reaching for the remote to your tv. matt followed and unzipped his backpack, rummaging through it and pulling out a box.

“whatcha got there?”

“bought a new vlog camera for tour!” he answered, excitedly

“wanna see?” he sat down next to you, showing off the new device.

“oooo fancy” you knew nothing about cameras, but pretended to be impressed since matt was so enthusiastic. his fingers whizzed around the buttons.

“it’s got awesome quality and it’s so easy to use” he continued, the machine chirped as he hit the red button and pointed it at your face.

“matttt” you whined, covering your face with your hands.

“what are you being camera shy?” he snickered, standing above you continuing to point the lens at you.

“cmon show me that gorgeous face of yours baby” you huffed, dramatically and lowered your hands looking up at him.

“that’s my pretty girl” he cooed, making a smile toy at the corners of your mouth. you could never say no to him. his eyes flicked over you behind the camera and you tried to read what he was thinking. he licked his lips and backed up, silently, getting a wider view of you in frame. you stayed put on the bed.

“take your top off” he stated, flatly.

“matt-what—?” you nervously laughed out

“did i say it was a question? take your top off” something about the harshness of his tone was so out of character it made your heart race. you reached for the hem of your tank and began to lift it.

“damn, baby” matt growled out, lowering the camera to capture your exposed tits. you breathed heavily, unable to bring yourself to move from your perched position on the edge of your bed. your eyes followed as his hands lowered the camera even further to where you had your hands in your lap.

“now your shorts”

“but—matt—im not wearing any underwear” you stuttered.

“and?”

“well you’re filming i mean i—“

“if you’re gonna be a little slut and not wear your panties then i get to treat you like a little slut. strip.” he interrupted, gruffly. you couldn’t help but notice how insanely hot he sounded being so demanding, and hoped he wouldn’t be able to see your already obvious wetness. you reached for your waistband, standing, never taking your eyes off him as you began to lower your shorts to the floor. you stepped out of them and kicked them aside. nervousness spread goosebumps across your skin as you became aware of how completely exposed you were to matt and his camera. this was unlike anything you’d ever done before.

“good girl” matt praised, dryly.

“you wanna give me a better view of that pretty little ass of yours and bend over the bed for me?” you felt as vulnerable to matt’s commands as the machine in his hands. you slowly turned half way and rested your hands on your bed, lifting your ass into better view for him.

“fuck” he exhaled. you could feel him move closer behind you. he brought a hand sharply down against your flesh. you whimpered.

“so sexy” he growled.

“got me so hard just looking at you baby” you turned your head back to look at him. he laughed, sinisterly.

“what? you wanna see what you’re doing to me, slut? huh?”

you nodded, dumbly. he snickered again.

“course you do. get on your knees for me.” he demanded. you followed every order like a well trained dog. you settled down by his feet and looked back up at him, as he readjusted the lens again.

“mmmm you look so perfect from this angle, babygirl” he praised stroking your face gently, before slapping his hand against your cheek just enough to sting a bit. your jaw dropped slightly in surprise, which matt took as an opportunity to slid his thumb into your mouth. you sucked at his digit and he groaned, watching you before sliding it back out of your mouth creating a popping sound.

“take off my pants” he commanded. you eagerly fumbled with his belt and zipper, hooking your fingers around the waste and and pulling slowly. his already rock hard dick sprung out and slapped his t shirt. your mouth almost watered in desperation at the sight of his veiny, practically throbbing, member.

“open your mouth, baby” he exhaled. you looked up into the camera, doe eyed and parted your lips with your tongue out slightly. he pumped himself with his free hand, the tip of his dick just grazing your lips and tongue and then began to slowly insert himself into your warm wet mouth. he ran his hand down your head, petting your hair, soothingly, as you took him all the way down the back of your throat. fighting the urge to gag at his size.

“such a good girl” matt groaned. his pets reached the base of your skull, then latched harshly into your hair. his grip was tight, as he began to thrust into your mouth. you felt tears form at the corner of your eyes as he forcefully fucked your throat. matt let his grasp on your hair go and slid himself out of your mouth. he grabbed your jaw and forced you to turn your messy face to him, getting a clear shot of the streaks of tears on your cheeks and spit running down your chin.

“get on your hands and knees. i need to feel that pretty little pussy of yours” he huffed, patting your face again. you scrambled to the bed, desperate to feel him fill you up. you’d never felt so much heat screaming from between your legs in your life. you arched your back, letting matt have perfect access to your dripping folds. matt dragged a finger down them, teasing you and eliciting a loud whine from your lips.

“soaking for me already huh, slut?” he mocked. all you could do in response was whimper.

“so pathetic for me” he taunted, pressing two fingers against your entrance.

“matt—please—“ you breathed out in agony

“camera can’t hear you, baby. be a good little slut and beg louder for me.”

“Matt—fuck—-please—i need your dick now—“ you cried out, the need for contact almost eating away at your brain. you screamed as matt rammed into you, entirely, and without warning. the unprepared sensation of stretch caused a pleasurable pain to radiant through you. he groaned, finally feeling your wet pussy around his torturously hard dick. he began to relentlessly pound into you from behind, filling the room with deafening slapping sounds intermixed with your screams and his grunts.

“MATT—“ you cried out, overwhelmed by his intensity, collapsing your face into the pillows beneath you.

“what? ” he wrapped his free hand around a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back up.

“don’t act like you can’t handle my cock now, slut.” he snarled, not letting up on his unwavering rhythm in and out of your core. he slapped your ass again.

“understand?”

“yes matt” you wheezed. he slapped your ass again.

“yes, who?”

“fuckk—yes, daddy” you sobbed out

“good girl” his thrusts hit your g spot each time, making your legs shake and stars form against your tightly squeezed eyelids.

“you wanna show me how much you love my cock, princess?”

“yes, daddy” you hardly could think straight

“bounce that perfect ass on my cock, baby” he said, slowing his thrusts. you obeyed and began to rock your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on his dick.

“good girl. doing such a good job” he sang out, one hand gripping your flesh while the other captured your movement on film. you whimpered again, your hips stuttering.

“you tired, princess?” you nodded and let out another pathetic sound.

“need daddy to take over again?”

“yes—oh fuck—please daddy-“ you managed to mumble out. Matt pulled out of you abruptly, causing you to whine at the loss. you couldn’t move anymore, but the last thing you wanted was for him to stop fucking you. he slapped your ass again

“turn over” he growled

“i wanna see your pretty face when i cum in your pussy” you felt like you could cum from his filthy requests alone. you’d barely even landed on you back before matt slammed back into your throbbing entrance. he struggled to keep his balance momentarily, too desperate to feel you around him again. he kept one hand supporting himself upright and the other still holding the camera, pointed at you as his picked back up his steady thrusts.

“so perfect—look ss-so good—with my cock stuffed inside your little pussy” he huffed out between thrusts

“OH—fuck—yes—your cock feels so good, daddy” you moaned out, helplessly. your eyes rolling back into your head. matt’s free hand wrapped around your throat, constricting your breathing perfectly.

“watch me while i fuck you, slut” he growled.

“yes, daddy” you wheezed out against his tight grip. he removed his hand and you gasped for air. within moments of his dick pounding perfectly back against your sweet spot, you felt your orgasm begin to crest.

“FUCK—IM—“ you panted.

“that’s it—good girl—cum all over daddy’s cock” he ordered. your walls clenched and throbbed around him uncontrollably, causing him to let out a string of curse words. you felt his dick begin to twitch deep inside you.

“ohh-hh-fuck—shit” he stuttered out, his thrusts becoming wilder and less expertise.

“mmm—close—“ he groaned, his jaw dropping slightly.

“mmmm fuck yeah cum inside me, daddy” you whined out, your high still settling.

“shit yeah baby? you want me to fill your little pussy?”

your brows knotted and your nodded your head desperately.

“fuck i’ll fill you up—so full of cum—baby you’ll look—-so perfect—spilling out of you” he huffed

“OH FUCK FUCK BABY IM GONNA CUM” he cried out as his whole body shook. he thrust deep into you one last time, halting as his cock spasmed against your walls. releasing a multitude of spurts of his hot white load. once matt seemed to regain his senses, he clicked the red button again—ending his taping. he pulled out of you slowly, making your legs shake. he glanced down at your trembling sensitive entrance leaking his release in pulses and bit his lip in a satisfied smirk, snapping one last photo of the mess he’d made of you.

“MATT!” you laughed out in embarrassment, shutting your legs and rolling onto your side.

“sorry…i had to. too hot not save” he said, smiling and flopping down next to you.

“are you okay? was that too much?” he asked, pushing your hair out of your face.

“no way. i loved that”

“you swear i wasn’t too rough with you?” he said with worry. you shook your head vigorously

“not at ALL! that was HOT” you replied through a smile. he fought a grin, biting his lip clearly extremely pleased at your enthusiasm.

“so can i ask what inspired the camera?” you questioned.

“well, now on tour i can reminisce what it’s like to fuck my crazy hot girlfriend” he smiled at the ceiling.

“hey!” you slapped his chest playfully “you know you can always facetime me and we cannnnn” you dragged your words out, looking off into the distance above his face in teasing suggestion.

“oh don’t you worry, we’ll have phone sex all the time. this is just for when you can’t call me and i need to…y’know” he glanced down at his crotch.

“jesus, how many times are you planning on jerking off” you teased

“twice a day. minimum.” he matter of factly stated, grinning again.

“MATTHEW!” you scoffed out in shock

“What? not my fault you’re so sexy” he laughed, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips.

“yeah yeah whatever. just NEVER show that to anyone”

“are you kidding me? you think i’d ever let anyone else get a look at you like that? nhhuhh nope.” he shook his head dramatically

“only i get to see how perfect you look getting your brains fucked out” he leaned in, kissing you playfully again. you giggled, feeling a slight blush.

“i love you, you freak” you said against his lips.

“i love you more, baby”

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ok y’all were on to something with wanting this one cause WHY DO I LOVE IT?? rly hope everyone likes it ahhh 🫶🫶

also guys imagine matt accidentally posting the wrong video and posts ur tape instead of a car video?? HAHA

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[mypoisonedvine]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 (part one) | neil lewis x reader

title comes from the song you already know by bombay bicycle club

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you've been best friends with neil basically your entire life, and secretly in love with him almost as long. will you ever find the courage to tell him the truth?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 10k

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut, angst, pining/unrequited love - 18+ only

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧��𝐬 | alcohol consumption, 'kid' as a petname, reader being kind of a femcel, jonathan being kind of mvp??

Neil had asked you to make sure the Thriller section was alphabetized; sometimes you thought he was just giving you tasks to look busy, but then again, you could probably use it since the employees of Gumshoe Video never looked very busy.  You spent most of the day on the couches, watching whatever old bizarre gem Neil put on— sometimes you thought he only had employees other than himself so that he could pay people to sit here and watch this stuff with him.  

But, the point is, you were sorting tapes.  Because everyone needs their VHS thriller movies to be in perfect alphabetical order.

There actually was a customer in the store, for once, so it was better not to be on the couch anyhow.  You hadn’t really noticed him when he came in, but as he wandered around the shelves, he seemed to drift towards you.  

You tried to ignore him when he stopped right beside you— and kneeling to look at the lowest shelf, he towered over you— but when you stood up he got your attention.  

"Need any help, sweetheart?" he asked, leaning in a little too close.  "I'm kind of a movie buff."

He had a frat guy kind of look about him— polo, boat shoes, quaffed blonde hair.  He could be good-looking, you thought, if he didn’t dress like a discount Abercrombie model… and if he didn’t hit on random women at the video store.  "I actually work here," you corrected, barely looking up from your task.  This is why we need uniforms instead of just dressing up to promote specials…

"Oh, really?" he smirked.  "What made you wanna work in a place like this?"

"My best friend owns the place," you explained, "and I'm, you know… kind of a movie buff."

"Right," he said, not seeming convinced.  "You like Kubrick?"

You rolled your eyes so hard you almost choked: Wow, what a deep cut.  But you kept a straight-ish face when you looked at him.  "Yeah, he's pretty good.  Don't care for how he treats his actors, but he was certainly a visionary."

"What are your top five favorite Kubrick movies?"

You knew this guy was a tool, but you were still a bit shocked that he actually had the gall to quiz you.  "Excuse me?" you scoffed incredulously.

"Can you even name five?" he asked, looking horribly proud of himself, and you straightened up as you glared at him.

"You're heterosexual, right?" you asked him, getting a confused nod.  "Can you name five women you've made come?"

Neil watched the guy storm out, Lucien cringed a bit from behind the register— and Jonathan, not seeming as if he had been paying attention at all, kept laying across the couch and tossing a ball up in the air to catch and throw again.

“Okay, that’s gotta be the third this week,” Lucien groaned.  “What are you saying to these guys?”

“Nothing worse than what they’re saying to me,” you assured with a frustrated, sarcastic smile.

“Listen, don’t get me wrong,” Neil began, “that guy totally deserved it— but maybe, you know… work on your demeanor with customers?”

“Wow,” you scoffed as you crossed your arms, “do you think I should smile more, too?”

“Wha— no!” Neil denied.  

“Yes,” Lucien said at the same time, though he changed his answer with an awkward cough and mumble when you both shot him a look.  “No, no— you’re good— you smile too much, even…”

“I don’t mean it like that,” Neil promised.  “But I think half the guys that come here are just coming here to see you!  Nobody even rents movies anymore.”  He groaned a little, dropping his shoulders defeatedly.  “Can’t you… tell them you’ll go out with them if they rent something?”

“What?!” you squeaked. “No!”

“Sales would double,” Lucien nodded.

“No,” you said again.  “I’m not letting you pimp me out to sell tapes, Neil.”

“I just mean— maybe you don’t really go out with them,” he suggested.  “Just… allude to the fact that you’re only interested in guys who…”

He trailed off as he searched around the shelves for a bit, smiling when he snagged a copy of The Maltese Falcon.

“— in guys who like The Maltese Falcon,” he grinned, “you know— for example.  Then they rent it to impress you and we make a few bucks.”

“I am only interested in guys who like The Maltese Falcon,” you frowned, snatching the tape away and shoving it back on the shelf.  “But that’s not the point.”

“Maybe you have to be more straightforward, you know,” Jonathan butted in as he sat up, “guys are dumb.”

“Yeah!” Neil agreed a little too easily.

“Just say something about how a massive VHS collection turns you on,” Lucien suggested, and you glared at him.

“Jesus!” you protested, but Neil tried to soothe you a bit.

"C'mon, kid, can't you just… flirt a little?  Get our sales up?"

He'd started calling you kid since you two watched Casablanca together— which was especially stupid as you were both twelve at the time.  At first you complained because he shouldn't be calling you kid with you both being kids; then you complained because neither of you were kids; and then you gave up.  You still punched Lucien for trying to call you that once… you only barely let Neil get away with it anyways.

But you let Neil get away with a lot.  It was a side effect of being secretly, but massively, in love with him.

It had been an issue since middle school— that was when the two of you became such good friends.  Technically, you’d known each other since first grade (where you had shared your crayons, a true test of friendship at the time), and you’d sort of had a crush on him as early as elementary school (mainly because he was the only boy you could stand at the time), but it all kicked into high gear in seventh grade.  That was when you became inseparable, when you got in trouble together, when you stayed up all night watching movies, when you went through all of life’s ups and downs together: you even went to prom together, platonically of course.  

As for your feelings, you’d managed to hide them this long and still be his best friend, even when it sometimes felt like letting him stomp all over your heart without even trying.  Honestly, the only thing harder than being in love with Neil was trying not to be in love with Neil: you adored his sense of humor, his generosity, his sensitivity— and he’d been there for you through the things you couldn’t have imagined surviving alone.  That kinda stuff bonds you to somebody… and when that somebody has the most gorgeous eyes you’ve ever seen, it’s hard not to fall in love.

“Maybe I would flirt if I knew how,” you offered.  “But I’m not exactly, you know, flirty.”

“How hard could it be?” Jonathan interjected.  “Just, you know—”

You stared in quiet disbelief as Jonathan attempted to push his chest together with his arms.  It wasn’t quite working, of course, and the rest of you watched on as he fumbled around trying to force some cleavage.  “You look like an idiot,” you finally informed him after letting him do it for a minute.

“But is he wrong?” Lucien wondered.

“So, what, you guys really think that if I just went up to customers and—” you pushed your breasts together with your arms, accentuating them significantly in your tank top.

“That would work,” all three men asserted in unison before you could even finish.

“I fucking hate you guys,” you grumbled under your breath as you walked to the back, deciding to take your break in Neil’s office until these guys got their act together.

You never stayed gone for long, though— as idiotic as they could be, your friends were certainly charming.  They won you back with a promise to let you pick what tape to put on, and the four of you ended up laying on the couches watching Roman Holiday.  

When the movie was almost over, you rested your head on Neil’s shoulder; you guys did stuff like that, it was normal for you, but it always made your heart skip anyways.

~

This time, you were all hanging out at Jonathan’s primary workplace: the club.  In fact, it was a much larger crowd than just you and the guys— plenty of your local friends and loyal supporters of Gumshoe Video, all sitting around a big table while someone’s mediocre cover band took the stage.

"So, uh, me and Denise broke up," Neil said suddenly, going back in for another swig of beer right after.

The others offered their mild shock and half-hearted condolences, but you knew it was going to happen— he'd told you before he did it.  You tried to tell him that paying off a waiter to spill water on her was a weird way to prove what he already knew, but you couldn't disagree with his conclusion.  She was definitely difficult, and shockingly judgemental for someone who managed to date a video store owner for this long.

“No, it’s fine, it’s fine,” he promised, “I don’t think anybody’s too surprised, right?”

There was an awkward hesitation among the group as they wondered if they should lie, or just fess up now that he was obviously accurate.  You broke the silence to suggest someone go get another round of drinks for the table, and even though that was pretty much a one-man job, nearly everyone agreed and quickly shuffled off— leaving just you, Neil, and Lucien.

“I guess tonight’s your chance to meet somebody new, don’t you think?” Lucien suggested.  “Get over Denise, you know.”

“I think I’m already over Denise,” Neil decided.

“And if I told you that girl back there,” Lucien returned, pointing with the hand still holding his drink, “has been looking over here at you for the past ten minutes?”

You glanced where Lucien was pointing as well, seeing a girl in a denim mini skirt and massive hoop earrings settle her eyes on Neil before looking away quickly with a lip-gloss lacquered smile.

“I think I need some help getting over Denise,” Neil agreed suddenly, patting Lucien on the back before he left the table.  

You wanted to pout, but you were used to this— he was good-looking, he got a lot of attention from women in places like this… it usually didn’t work out for him, though.  Certainly not never, probably more often than most guys, but… definitely not every time.

You tried not to look over too much, you didn’t want to get caught spying or, even worse, looking a little jealous— but you noticed that every time you looked over at them, Neil was talking.  That was his problem, see: he never fucking shuts up.  Guys, girls, anybody who will listen— if you admit to not knowing about his favorite fifty-year-old spaghetti western or the most recent pre-Code horror comedy he watched, he’ll gladly blab to you about it for ages.  The first time you glanced at them, you saw her giving him doe eyes, laughing at something he said— and the last time, those eyes had glazed over and her laugh seemed more nervous and confused; you smirked to yourself.  He’s still Neil…

“So, um,” you struck up a conversation with Lucien, “what about you?  Anybody here catching your eye?”

“That’s actually the perfect descriptor of my type,” he replied.  “Anybody.”

You snorted.  “Then you should go, you know, talk to anybody?”

He shrugged and frowned a bit, and it was a simple movement but you understood completely.

The band started to play a new song, something upbeat and energetic, and you smiled.  “Wanna dance with me?”

“Oh, I don’t think I’m drunk enough for that—” Lucien began to protest, but a minute later you were dragging him up by the stage.  Neither of you were actually any good at dancing, mainly you were just kind of jumping and flailing around together, but it was fun and that was the point.

Eventually, more of your friends wandered in to join you; when the song ended, everyone clapped and cheered, the band bowing in gratitude.  You only stole one more look over at Neil and his conversation partner, watching her interrupt his rant with a hand on his shoulder: your throat felt a little dry.  You just hoped what she was saying was more like hey, my friends are leaving, I’ve gotta go and not hey, wanna come over to my place so you can keep explaining German expressionism to me?

Your heart dropped when he reached for her— what if he kissed her now?  What if he wrapped her up under his arm and they walked out together?  What if you had to spend the whole night thinking about him having sex with her?

“Hey, we should ask them if they know any Strokes songs!” Lucien suggested, tugging on your arm to get your attention, but your mind was elsewhere.

“Uh huh, yeah,” you mumbled blankly, and he frowned at you.

“What’s going on?” he asked, trying to look for what you were seeing; but Neil wasn’t reaching for her, he was lifting his hand to wave goodbye as she left.  You beamed, even though you did feel a little bad when you saw Neil’s shoulders sink— it’s not that you wanted him to be alone forever, you were just relieved that you might have a few more moments to breathe before he got with somebody again.

“Nothing, sorry,” you answered Lucien, giving him your attention again.  “What’d you say?”

“We should ask the band if they—”

And immediately, Lucien lost your focus as you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at Neil again— he was already looking at you, seeing you all on the dancefloor.  You waved for him to join you, and he smiled as he made his way towards the stage.  A new song began, even louder than the last, and you could blame that for not hearing Lucien’s question for the second time in a row.

Although he danced with you all for a few moments, Neil draped his arms over your and Lucien’s shoulders, nearly yelling to be heard over the music.

“You guys are coming over tonight for a movie, right?” he presumed.  “Jonathan’s working ‘til late so he’s out, but—”

“Sorry, I’ve gotta be up early,” Lucien explained, “my brother and his wife are visiting, remember?  We’re getting brunch and—”

“Whatever, party pooper,” Neil frowned, before suddenly smiling at you.  “Guess it’s just me and you, huh, kid?”

You tried not to sigh too noticeably through your smile.  “Yeah, me and you…” you agreed.

~

As you groggily blinked your eyes open, you found Neil staring at you, his face uncomfortably close to yours, with a big smile.  “Mornin’, kid,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

You yelped and nearly jumped out of your skin while he laughed.  “Jesus Christ, Neil!” you shouted, kicking off the blanket on you— and then you began to process where you were and why.  “God,” you groaned as you held your head in your hands, while Neil kept laughing at you, “did I fall asleep on the couch again?”

It was sort of a rhetorical question— obviously you had, it would be much stranger if you woke up on the video store couch without having fallen asleep there.  “Yeah,” he said, standing up and sighing a bit, “but you didn’t miss that much of the movie.”

“What happened at the end?” you asked, stretching your legs and snatching the blanket off the floor to fold up; Neil must have put it on you after you dozed off.

“No, we can finish it later,” he decided, walking up to the register, and you groaned.

“Seriously?  Not even falling asleep gets me out of finishing The Man Who Laughs?”

He smiled a little as he started prepping the store for open.  “Nope,” he said proudly, popping his lips on the p sound.

“It’s not that I didn’t like it,” you assured, getting up and trying to ignore the soreness in your back from sleeping on a ratty old sofa all night— you remembered helping Neil carry this thing from where he found it on the side of the road.  Considering you knew where it came from, it was a wonder you ever sat on it, let alone slept on it… but this happened relatively often.  Sometimes it almost felt like you slept easier here or at Neil’s apartment than your own. 

You stood up and stretched your arms, sparing a glance over at him.

“Can I run home and change?” you asked, and he frowned.  

“We open in ten minutes,” he noticed, “you won’t be back in time.”

“Yes, and who will serve the clamoring crowds that await our open outside?” you rolled your eyes, gesturing out the storefront to the abandoned sidewalk.  “You can handle it on your own.”

“Just go to my place,” he shrugged, “it’s closer.  And I think you left some jeans there anyway.”

Right— you’d borrowed a pair of his sweats to get comfy for a movie night, and forgot to take the jeans back when you left.  You yourself had one of Neil’s short-sleeve button-ups at your place, when you’d both changed there for a costume party, but you let him believe it was just lost… it was too late to tell him now that you had it, ‘cause then he might ask why you kept it so long and then he might, somehow, deduce that you had been cuddling it at night from time to time…

“Right, okay,” you nodded, “but I still need a shirt.”

“Just borrow one of mine,” he said, like it was no big deal at all and didn’t make your heart skip.

For a second you wondered if you should protest— if he was still dating Denise, you probably would’ve said something.  But you decided not to say anything, in case he changed his mind; you nearly bolted out of the store and down the two blocks to his apartment.

Your jeans were on the dresser, draped haphazardly in their same just-peeled-off shape you must have left them in last week.  You grumbled to yourself a little about how he could’ve folded them for you so they wouldn’t be wrinkled… but then again, all his jeans were wrinkled, so he clearly didn’t know any better.

And now the fun part: picking a shirt.  You smiled to yourself as you opened the drawer, perusing through t-shirts with old movie posters and semi-witty slogans… cute, sure, but those were pretty similar to what you already wore.  

But the button-downs?  Those were quintessential Neil, and you'd be wasting an opportunity if you didn't put one of those on.

You felt a little giddy as you opened the next drawer down and found them all folded.  The first one you saw had light blue and white stripes, so you snatched it up and slipped it on.

The fit was definitely off, but you let yourself indulge in a fantasy for a moment: waking up here, in Neil's bed… in Neil's arms.  You'd slip on his shirt while you went to find some breakfast, and he'd hum something about how pretty you look in his clothes, and you'd end up tangled in the sheets again not too much later.  

Sighing to yourself, you buttoned the last button, leaving the two at the top undone so you didn't look too formal, and headed back to the store for opening.

Neil stared at you for a second when you walked in— at the shirt, specifically.  You waited for him to say something, but he didn't.  "What, should I not wear this one?" you asked, looking down at it as well, and he shook his head.

"No, no, it's fine— sorry," he mumbled, "just start sorting out last night's returns, please."

You definitely got a much stronger reaction from Jonathan, as soon as he walked in the door.

(Why was he here when he wasn't even working today?  Who knows— he was just always here somehow.)

“Hey!  You look even more like a lesbian than usual,” Jonathan greeted with a peppy fake-smile as he approached you, and you smirked a bit.

“Don’t blame me, it’s his shirt,” you nodded towards Neil.

“See, I told you you dress like a— wait,” Jonathan stopped mid-insult, looking back at you, then at Neil again, then at you; he pointed his fingers at each of you, crossing them back and forth.  “Did… you two…?”

You narrowed your eyes, waiting for him to explain what he meant.

“Did you guys hook up?!” Jonathan accused, wide-eyed.

You felt your face getting warm, and you stammered out your denial; Neil started waving his hands in disagreement as well, but Jonathan was already on a roll.

“Oh my god!” he yelped.  “The one time I miss movie night here and it gets freaky!  Should’ve known better than to leave you two lovebirds alone—”

“Jonathan, we didn’t—” you choked.

“It’s not— it wasn’t—” Neil butted in.  “She just borrowed my shirt!  ‘Cause she— because—”

“I mean, we’ve kinda all been waiting for this to happen— but I never really thought it would,” Jonathan steamrolled along.  “Well, yeah, I guess I thought it would, I just—”

“Wait wait wait, what?” Neil shook his head, stepping up closer to the two of you.  “What does that mean?”

Finally, he seemed to get Jonathan’s attention, who began to nervously backtrack as both of you stared at him.  “W-well, I just mean—” he started.

“And who’s ‘we all’?” Neil noticed.  “This isn’t just you, thinking this?”

“I… I mean,” Jonathan scoffed, “you know— just, just some people… we thought that maybe… that since you two are so close, that you might—”

“Wow,” Neil chuckled, crossing his arms in disappointment.  “You know, that’s so reductive.  For a bunch of progressive, free-thinking hipsters—” he waved his hands as he said it in a mocking way— “you’re really just, like… like… you know, not!  ‘Cause apparently men and women can’t really be friends?”

“No, come on, not like that,” Jonathan denied, “of course we can—”

“I mean, you’re her friend, you’re both single,” Neil noticed, gesturing between the two of you, “why don’t you two, just, you know… hook up!”

You cringed a little as Jonathan tugged at his collar nervously.  “Well, I—”

“Come on, why not?��� Neil went on, smiling at the suggestion even though he was clearly unamused.  “I mean, she’s nice, she’s pretty, she’s got a vagina— why don’t you hit on her?”

“Hey, come on, Neil,” Jonathan sighed, “I’m well aware she’s got a vagina—”

“So what’s the problem?” Neil insisted.  “Clearly you can’t just be friends with someone with a vagina—”

“I would really prefer if we didn’t talk about my vagina anymore,” you mumbled nervously.

“— how come you never hit on her, Jonny?” Neil pressed, backing him into a corner metaphorically— but also somewhat literally, he was leaning in and Jonathan was pressing his back more and more against the shelves.

“You really want me to answer that?” Jonathan replied, almost threatening.  That made you furrow your brow a bit.  It seemed like a rhetorical question, Neil trying to prove a point, but you didn’t expect Jonathan to have a literal answer.

“Yeah, sure,” Neil decided, “enlighten us.”

Neil glanced at you, like you were just as gung-ho about this interrogation, but you were feeling a little sick.  You understood the spirit of Neil’s argument— and technically, you agreed with him— but it still stung to see him so incensed at the suggestion of you two together.  You were trying not to take it personally, it wasn’t like he was disgusted by you or anything… he even said just now that you were pretty, and he’d told you that before, but… it still bothered you a little, for reasons you couldn’t quite describe and that you were sure were illogical.

“I never hit on her,” Jonathan answered, lowering his voice, “because I… I figured it would piss you off.”

That seemed to surprise you both, maybe for different reasons; you bit your lip to suppress a smile.  Did Jonathan really think Neil was that protective over you?  “Why would it piss me off?” Neil wondered, but he sounded a little defensive— defensive in a caught-red-handed sort of way.

“I… I don’t know,” Jonathan shrugged.  “That’s just the vibe I got, okay?  That she’s sorta… off-limits.”

Neil hesitated.  “Well… she’s not,” he decided.  “You’re grown-ups.  Whatever you wanna do is none of my business— as long as you’re not being, you know, creepy or an asshole.”

“Of course,” Jonathan agreed, most of the tension settling as Neil backed up a step.

“Okay, well, ask her out then,” Neil instructed firmly.

“I didn’t say I wanted to!” Jonathan sputtered.

“Neil, Jesus!” you complained simultaneously, and he seemed to relent, shrugging as he walked back to the register.

“Sorry, sorry,” he dismissed, “just letting you know it’s… fine with me!”

You rolled your eyes a bit and looked back at Jonathan.  “Sorry,” you offered him quietly, “he’s… I don’t know.  He gets weird about that.”

“Oh really?” Jonathan scoffed sarcastically.  “Didn’t notice.”

“The real reason you shouldn’t be hitting on me is because we’re coworkers, by the way,” you reminded him.

“Hey, I only work here part-time,” Jonathan noticed, “so I think that means it’s cool as long as we only go out part-time.”

You snorted, but he seemed to get nervous.

“You know I’m kidding, right?” he added quickly, and you nodded with a laugh.

~

"You know, I was thinking— we don't have many events at the store these days,” Neil mumbled around a bite of pretzel, watching you play your turn at Skee Ball.  Normally he would put coins in the machine beside yours and try to beat your score, but the other machine was out of order and you decided to take a relay race approach.  “What if we did, like, I don’t know… maybe a double feature for a couple bucks?”

“Neil, we show movies every night,” you sighed, “and we invite everybody, and ninety-nine percent of the time it’s just some combination of me, you, Jonathan, and Lucien.”

“Yeah, but this time we could do movies that more people like— a little easier to watch,” he suggested, “something that would get new people in the store.”

“New people don’t wanna sit on a musty old couch with strangers,” you reminded him, and he nodded as he chewed and swallowed his next bite.

“You’re right,” he agreed, holding the pretzel out towards you.  “Wanna bite?”

You were trying to get through your skee balls pretty quick, so you just leaned your head over and chomped down on the end of one of the twists while he held it for you.  You hummed in appreciation— it was pretty good, fresher than the last one you guys got here.

Visits to the arcade used to be your thing, back in high school (aside from watching movies, but that was a given).  Then you slowed down with the trips, feeling a little old and out of place surrounded by kids— but the problem was, this place wasn’t filled with kids anymore.  It hadn’t changed much at all since you were both in high school, and that was exactly the issue: it was old, run-down, a bit grimey… kids weren’t coming to arcades anymore anyways, they were all on the Internet apparently.  So, while you and Neil sort of appreciated having the place to yourself, it also broke your heart knowing your old haunt couldn’t hold itself together forever… you two visited not just to recapture some old childhood joys, but to try to do your part to keep the business afloat.  

You pretended to like being here— because you really did want to support the place, and Neil wanted to keep coming back— but it actually made you pretty fucking sad.  Surrounded by all the neon, the noisy pinball machines, the Dig Dug machine that had a fifty-fifty chance of stealing your quarters, the photobooth (you still had some strips from that thing pinned to your wall, some so old that they’d faded from the sunlight that came in your window each day); it all felt sort of eerie now.  You would’ve never known all those years ago how little this place would change, even though you never expected it to— you would’ve never known how little anything would change.  Neil was still by your side, but still so far away… if you could talk to that fourteen-year-old girl now, you would warn her that no amount of time spent running around this place and playing Street Fighter was going to make Neil love her, or you.

But here you were anyways.  “Woo!” you cheered when your final score came through: 50,765.  “Beat that!”

Neil set the pretzel down on the bar-height table (on a pile of napkins, don’t worry, neither of you trusted those tables that much) and brushed the salt off his hands with a scoff.  “Oh please, I can beat that with my eyes closed,” he assured as you crossed your arms.

As he put his quarters in and stepped up to the game, you smiled wide.  “Alright, if you say so.”

You came up behind him and covered his eyes with your hands, making him jump and then laugh.  “What are you doing?”

“Just keeping you honest,” you giggled, holding on tight even when he tried to move his head around so that he could see.  

He did his best, usually struggling to even find where the balls were coming down more than rolling them decently— but after the first three went in the gutter without even scoring, you knew he didn’t stand a chance.  He did score a few times, but when the buzzer went off and he lifted your hands from his eyes, he laughed at the pitiful 1,150 on the board.

“Ohh, that’s too bad,” you winced, “guess you’re just full of it.”

Still holding your hands away from his face, he spun around and twirled under your arms like you were dancing for a moment; it ended with him face-to-face with you, swinging your hands back and forth a bit to force you to twist with him slightly.  “Wanna play Street Fighter next?” he suggested quickly.  “I know I can beat you at that.”

The giddy joy of the moment dropped and shattered; if you thought about it too much, you probably could’ve cried right then.  As pathetic, yet oddly aesthetically pleasing, as it would be to cry in an arcade, you swallowed down the emotion and smiled back at him.  “Yeah, okay,” you agreed.

~

You’d been a little antsy all day— Neil seemed to notice, asking a couple times if you were okay, but you just nodded and shrugged it off.  He had a sense for when you were lying; but that’s the thing, you weren’t lying, really.  You just weren’t sure what to say.  You weren’t sure if you should say anything.  And yet, you felt a little guilty not telling him everything that was going on with you— not just guilty, but plain weird.  Because you usually did tell him everything— except, you know, the thing— but you didn’t know if you should talk about this.  Not that you couldn’t— but should you?

So you were sort of gnawing on your lip most of the day, keeping yourself busy with tallying late fees behind the desk, trying to keep conversation light and meaningless: thankfully, in that regard, Jonathan and Lucien made it pretty easy.

“Okay: fuck, marry, kill,” Jonathan began, “Dracula, the Mummy, and the Creature from the Black Lagoon.”

“Dude, I can’t answer that,” Lucien refused.

“Okay, then Neil, what would you do?” Jonathan changed his target.

“Um, well,” Neil pondered, “I think I’d have to kill Dracula— spare the world from that evil, you know— and I guess I’d marry the Mummy—”

“Freud would like to have a word,” Lucien butted in.

“And I’d fuck the Creature from the Black Lagoon,” he concluded, “out of morbid curiosity.”

You snorted, but didn’t look up from your clipboard.  “You come up with one that Lucien will do,” Jonathan challenged Neil.

“Alright, uhh, let’s see…” Neil stalled as he thought, looking up at the ceiling and stroking his chin dramatically.  “Fuck, marry, kill: Sarah Carter, Ripley, and Trinity from Matrix.”

“Okay, see, that’s a real challenge,” Lucien affirmed.  “If I marry Trinity, do I have to live in the post-apocalyptic wasteland or can she live here?”

“You’d have to live in the Matrix,” Jonathan announced, like it was obvious.

“Hm,” Lucien pondered, “do I know it’s a false reality?  Does she know?”

“She knows, you don’t,” Neil decided.

“Is she gonna tell me?  What if she has another guy on the side in the real world?”

“Okay, you’re overthinking this,” Jonathan groaned.

“And is this the Sarah Carter that’s already had John?  ‘Cause if not, I can’t kill her, or the human revolution stands no chance— but if she has him, I can’t marry her, ‘cause I’m not ready to be a stepfather—”

“You’re useless,” Jonathan informed him flatly.

“Well, it’s easy then,” you offered, still tallying fees on the printed table.  “You fuck Carter, marry Ripley and kill Trinity.”

“Yeah, I guess that works,” Lucien shrugged.

“If you’re so good at this game, you should play,” Jonathan decided.  You looked up from your work for once, finding Lucien looking excited at the idea and Neil looking a little nervous but intrigued.

“I’ve got one for you,” Lucien decided, looking concerningly smug.  “Fuck, marry, kill: the three of us.”

Jonathan let out a giddy ‘ooh’ and Neil raised his eyebrows.  “Oh— I don’t know— that’s too weird,” you shook your head, “it’s different, you’re real—”

“Wait, wait,” Neil interrupted, “now I wanna know.”

You froze for a second, wondering if you should double down on not participating, or if you should tell him the first thing that popped in your head: am I allowed to do all three to you?

Instead, you set the clipboard down and crossed your legs, and the men seemed to straighten up as they prepared for your answer.  “Alright,” you said, looking at them for a lingering moment before sighing.  “I think I’d fuck Jonathan, and then kill myself.”

“Yes,” Jonathan hissed, shaking his fist triumphantly.

“Dude, really?” Lucien snapped at him.  “That didn’t sound like a compliment to me.”

“Don’t care, I stopped listening after ‘fuck Jonathan’,” he replied.  “Alright, Neil, you’re gonna have to make good on that ‘she’s not off-limits’ promise you made to me—”

But Neil wasn’t listening to Jonathan, he was still looking at you.  “Wait— you wouldn’t marry me?” Neil interrupted, putting a hand on the desk and leaning in a bit closer— he looked half-amused and half-offended, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Um…” you started to wonder how to defend yourself from that.  What did he expect you to say?  Yes, I’d marry you, I’ve actually been planning our wedding since junior year.

“Hold on,” Lucien stopped you, “if she fucks you and marries you, that means I’m getting killed!”

“Yeah, so?” Jonathan smirked.

“What, you don’t think I’m marriage material?” Neil laughed… but he didn’t seem like he was really joking, per se.  He didn’t seem serious either, of course, but you decided to take his question seriously since he’d dared to ask it twice.

“Well,” you mumbled, “no.  I don’t.”

Then he seemed a bit more serious, adjusting his posture a bit.  “Why not?”

“I mean… you’re my best friend,” you reminded him, “but… you’re not reliable.”

He nodded, pursing his lips together.

“You’re not ready for marriage,” you continued.  “I mean, I think you’re just as sure of that as I am.”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“And honestly?  You’re a great friend and all, but… if you were my husband, I don’t think I could really… you know, trust you…”

The silence seemed a little heavy— all the men were sort of frozen for a second, you wondered if you should wave your arm around to make sure time hadn’t stopped.  But they did move, Neil first in fact, as he stopped leaning on the counter and nodded a little.

“I’m just surprised that you didn’t fuck Dracula,” Jonathan said to Neil in an attempt to cut the tension, “considering your massive man-crush on Bela Lugosi.”

“Hey, that reminds me, tonight’s movie is Bela Lugosi Meets a Brooklyn Gorilla,” Neil announced, apparently shaking off whatever odd energy he’d picked up just before, “you in?”

“Yeah, sure,” Jonathan nodded, “should I bring drinks?”

“Uhh, yeah, why not?” Neil agreed. 

“Is a six-pack enough?”

"Uh, maybe…” Neil considered, turning over his shoulder to look at you.  “Kid, how many beers are you gonna want?”

You swallowed nervously.  “Um, I… well, I’m not coming.  I’ve got a date, actually.”

Of course it was just assumed that you would be there; you felt a little guilty admitting you wouldn’t, to the point that you almost considered just skipping said date and staying to avoid the awkwardness.

“Hey, great!” Jonathan said proudly, throwing his arms out wide.

“A date, huh?” Neil noticed, looking happily surprised.  “Sorry, I— I didn’t know— you didn’t say anything—”

“No, it’s cool,” you shook your head, “it’s kind of a last minute thing… you know how they’re showing Rope at the Palace tonight?  I met this, um, this guy the other day and we got to talking, and I asked him if he’d wanna come with me.”

“Rope, wow, that’s a great first date movie,” Neil nodded approvingly, “that sounds perfect.”

“Yeah— he hasn’t seen it, actually,” you admitted, smiling nervously, “so I guess how much he likes it will kinda be a good judge of if he’s worth going out again, right?”

Jonathan nodded approvingly, but Neil seemed skeptical.  "Well, the showing isn't until nine— you can at least hang out until the movie starts, right?"

"I've gotta get home and get changed!" you explained 

"You can't wear that to a date?" Julien wondered.

"No!" you scoffed, looking down at your ripped jeans and Dracula t-shirt.  "Besides, I have this whole plan of what I'm gonna wear— remember when we did Bonnie and Clyde for Halloween?"

Neil was Bonnie and you were Clyde, in fact; he looked shockingly good in that blood-red lipstick, you tried to convince him to wear it again but he insisted it was a one-night-only situation.  

"I figure if I wear my Clyde suit, I'll look kinda like James Stewart!"

"You're doing drag on a first date?" Lucien pressed, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, lighten up, I'm just dressing up for the movie— I'll still, you know, try to look pretty," you assured.  "What, I don't look good in a suit?  'Cause I got a lot of compliments on Halloween—"

"No, hey, go for it," Jonathan decided, "it's festive!"

"I think it's cool," Neil agreed.  "Have fun, alright?  And if he creeps you out or something, call the store number and I'll come get you."

"I'm not really worried about—"

"You know? Just call the store when you get home," Neil decided, "so I'll know you didn't get murdered."

"Dude, chill," you groaned.  "We're going to the movies, not, I don't know… hiking off-trail in the middle of the night."

You never agreed to call, but you did him one better: you ended up coming back to the video store afterwards, a bit over two hours later.  Of course, the guys were still on the couch— apparently the movie was over but they were watching anime (undoubtedly something Jonathan had brought as a palate cleanser after the movie).

They all looked over at you when you came in the front door and the little bell rang; they seemed excited to see you, and presumably to interrogate you about the date.  You sighed, knowing you couldn't have expected anything else, but you'd come here hoping they'd let you watch something with them so you could stop thinking about the date.

“How’d it go, hot stuff?” Jonathan purred, and you rolled your eyes as Lucien wolf-whistled.

“Oh yeah, it was awesome, best first date ever— I’m at his place having sex with him right now,” you frowned as you tossed your purse down onto the couch, and Lucien chuckled while Neil looked a little defeated.  

“Not that great, huh?” Neil noticed.

“Was he a creep?” Jonathan assumed.

“Did he think the movie was bad?” Lucien pressed.

“No, no, he was great,” you sighed, “he loved the movie.  We talked about it for a bit afterwards and he seemed to really understand it.”

“Okay!  That’s good, right?” Jonathan said optimistically.

“Yeah— so good that I asked him when we could do this again,” you recalled, “and he said that he didn’t wanna lead me on and he wasn’t interested in seeing me.”

“What?!” Jonathan yelped, while Neil winced a little.

“He said I was really cool and funny and easy to talk to,” you explained, “but that he didn’t feel any chemistry.”

“Chemistry?” Lucien repeated, confused.

“He means he’s not attracted to me,” you clarified.

“What?” Jonathan scoffed again.  “Why not?”

“I don’t know!” you whined, but you did know.  “I think I’m just, like, friend material.  I’m just ‘one of the guys’, you know?  Not somebody you actually wanna be with.”

“But isn’t that what every guy wants?  To date somebody who’s just ‘one of the guys’?” Lucien noticed, and then paused when everyone gave him an inquisitive look. “That sounded way less gay in my head.  You get what I mean, right?”

“As much as I would love to never let you live that down,” Jonathan smirked, “you’re not wrong— like, a chick who can hang.  That’s the best.”

“Well, here I am!  Hanging!” you snapped.  “Where’s my harem of suitors just desperate to date one of the guys?!”

“I mean, you are wearing a suit…” Neil noticed, getting a little defensive when you groaned and dropped your head back.  “No, no, you look cool!  I mean, you look really great.  I’m not sure what he wasn’t seeing.”

"Maybe he's got a girlfriend!" Jonathan suggested.  "And he was gonna cheat but he chickened out."

"Maybe he's intimidated by strong women," Lucien added, sounding more like he was quoting a Cosmo than actually thinking that.

"Respectfully, guys aren't that complicated," you assured.  "If he wanted me, he would.  He doesn't.  It's not that deep."

Neil looked away when you said that.

"Well, come take a seat on the losers couch," Jonathan offered, but Neil sitting next to him frowned.

"You think I'm a loser?" Neil protested.

"No, I was talking about that couch," Jonathan said as he pointed to the other one which Lucien was on.

"I'm not even offended," Lucien decided, patting the spot next to him.  "I'd rather be a loser with you than a winner with anybody else."

You smiled and plopped down next to him, pulling your legs up on the old sofa and finding the best angle to see the TV from.  "Okay, catch me up," you requested, bracing for the barrage of borderline nonsensical exposition about whatever obscure anime Jonathan was forcing on the group this time.

~

Since the store closed at eight on Tuesdays, you and Neil decided to go out for a late dinner after locking up— the nearest place you usually walked to was a little hole-in-the-wall dishing out Thai fusion, and even though there were open tables inside, you took your paper boxes outside to eat together on a bench.

You each sat up on it with your legs crossed, facing each other, while he poked at his fried rice with his fork and you stirred your noodles with the chopsticks.

“The Palace is still doing their Hitchcock screenings on Sundays,” you recalled, “I think the next one is Rear Window.  We could make Lucien man the store and go see it together?”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he smiled.  “But we gotta sneak in the candy, that place is getting so overpriced…”

“Well, that’s a given,” you laughed.  “When I went on my date there I had Sour Patch Kids in my bag, but I was kinda craving Reese’s by the time the movie started.

"That guy sounded like an ass, by the way," Neil announced with a frown.

"Oh, no, it's fine," you dismissed.  "He was really nice, even when he blew me off, and I… I guess I wasn’t really expecting it to go anywhere, anyways.”

“Really?” Neil scoffed.  “Then why’d you ask him out?”

Just in case.  “I… I guess I’m trying to put myself out there more?”

“Huh?  You’re trying to put out more?” Neil joked.

You rolled your eyes and unfolded your legs to kick him playfully.  “You know what I mean,” you groaned.

“Yeah, yeah,” he admitted, “and I support it.  It’s sort of insane that you’re still single.”

“Wow, thanks for the pep talk,” you rolled your eyes before shoving a thick swirl of spicy-sweet noodles in your mouth.

“No!  I mean, like, I can’t believe you’re single,” he clarified, and you smiled somewhat awkwardly while chewing your mouthful.  “You’re smart and fun and cool and pretty—”

Thanks to the food in your mouth, you didn’t have to worry about coming up with a way to respond to that, so you just shrugged.

“Seriously!” he insisted.  “I mean, guys hit on you at the store— I wish somebody who actually deserved your attention would walk in that place.”

The guy I want is already there every day.  Swallowing, you finally got a chance to talk to him again.  “Thanks,” you sighed, “it’s fine, though.  I mean, I’ve been single this long— I think I’ll survive.”

“Keep waiting for the right one, okay?” he encouraged, and your heart swelled.

“I will,” you promised, sounding more wistful than you meant to.

After a brief lull in the conversation, he cleared his throat and continued.  “Hey, um, while we’re on the topic of Sunday, about the whole fuck-marry-kill thing—”

“I’m sorry,” you offered right away, “I shouldn’t have answered that.  I wasn’t being serious, obviously.”

“No, I wanted to apologize,” he returned, “I shouldn’t have pressed you on your answer.  It was funny.  And it wasn’t like you could say you were gonna kill one of us.”

You snorted.  “Yeah, that one was probably the worst of the three.”

“But I shouldn’t have asked you about what you would’ve done to me,” he shook his head, “I was making it weird.  So, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you assured.  “Did you really expect me to say I would marry you?”

“No,” he admitted, “I thought you’d say you’d fuck me, marry Lucien and kill Jonathan.”

“What?” you scoffed, though you were still smiling.  “Why?”

“Well, Lucien would definitely make the best husband of the three of us,” he explained, “and Jonathan was the only one who wouldn’t have gotten butthurt about you saying you’d kill him.  He probably would’ve just asked you to give him a nice send-off, y’know…”

You nodded in agreement, wondering if he was going to address the obviously missing third piece of all this… he sure was staring down into his empty fried rice container with intense focus…

“And, you know, as for me,” he began sort of thinly, “I, um… I guess I just figured, you know, you’re the most comfortable with me.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “obviously, but maybe that would make it worse?  Like, at least with Jonathan, I know that if we ever did hook up or something, it probably wouldn’t mess up our friendship.  ‘Cause we’re friendly and all, but it’s not so serious.  But with you…”

“Uh huh, well, that’s why it’s good it’s just a game,” Neil finished for you, chucking his trash in the nearest can.  “Don’t have to worry about any of that stuff.  Least of all you and I being married.  Talk about a disaster.”

You choked on your throat.  “Yeah.  No kidding…”

“Well, anyways,” he sighed, standing up from the bench and stretching for a moment, “wanna come over and see if the game’s still on?”

“Oh, um, I’m just gonna go back to my place,” you decided, throwing away the last couple bites of your food on account of your suddenly-lost appetite.  “Kinda thinking I should get my sleep schedule in order.”

“That’s good,” he nodded, “I respect that.  Have a good night, then, kid.”

“Yeah, you too,” you breathed, waving as he turned and walked off into the night, tucking his hands into his jean pockets.  

You looked down at your lap, taking a deep breath and shutting your eyes for a second.  Did he have to be so sweet just to cut you down like that?  Could he have even known how it would hurt you to say that?

It’s not even like he was wrong, but you were dying to ask him why he was so sure that you and him together would be so bad.  What was wrong with you that he still couldn’t see you that way?

Not interested in this repetitive thought cycle anymore, and being very familiar with where it leads, you got up and started to walk down the street.  You didn’t turn to go to your apartment, though; you kept going until you heard live music— scratchy, whiny guitars and throbbing bass drums— seeping out of the club.  You just needed to be somewhere familiar that wasn’t the video store or home; and, this place conveniently also had liquor.

You slipped inside— hit by a wave of sound as you entered— and took a seat at the bar, half-listening to the band that was playing, pretending to be focused at all on what was going on in the outside world rather than just spiraling into your own thoughts inside your head.

“Hey,” Jonathan nodded at you from the other side of the bar, and you nodded back.  He instantly started looking for Neil— of course he would— and you deflated a bit.  “You here alone?” he noticed.

“Yeah,” you shrugged.

“Wow,” he smirked, “it’s like when Peter Pan’s shadow escaped.”

You should’ve probably been offended by that, but it wasn’t worth denying— and you were more interested in getting liquored up than justifying that you did, in fact, have a life outside of Neil.

And, actually, Peter Pan was a pretty good way to describe Neil, too.  Fear of commitment, leader of freaks and outcasts, daydreamer… all he needed was some green tights.  “What are you drinking tonight?” Jonathan finally asked.

“What pairs well with feeling completely unattractive and unlovable?” you sighed.

“Well, that would be my drink of choice: whiskey,” he smiled, setting a bottle down in front of you.  “I’ll do a shot with you.”

He poured you both a shot, and you timed it to shoot it back together; he, obviously, took it better with you, and you cringed from the acidic flavor.  "Jesus, people really drink this on purpose?" you grumbled.

"Yeah, give it a few minutes," he assured, "it's gonna numb all those stupid emotions."

"I don't have a few minutes," you sighed, "do you have anything more fast-acting?"

"Yeah— a second shot," he joked, but you nodded in agreement.  "Okay, shit, you're not messing around tonight."

"Nope," you agreed, watching him pour just one shot this time.  "You're not doing it with me?"

"I need to pace myself, I'm here 'til two," he explained.

He slid it to you and you contemplated it for a moment, before forcing yourself to get it down as quickly as possible to avoid the burn.  You still grimaced, but recovered quickly.

"Is it working yet?" he wondered.

"I guess," you answered half-heartedly.

“Well, you could always gush to the bartender about all your problems?” he offered, but you just shrugged it off.  “Come on, you wouldn’t be the first tonight.  And since I know you, I might actually be able to help.”

“I don’t think you can help with this one,” you assured.  “This problem has been going on longer than you’ve ever been around.”

“Oh?” he pressed.  “Let me guess… boy troubles?”

“Isn’t it always?” you scoffed, irritated that he saw through you that quickly— apparently your reputation of being horrible with men preceded you.

“But this is just one boy,” he presumed.  “One boy who… conspicuously isn’t here tonight…”

“Is it that obvious?” you wondered with a whine, dropping your head in your hand.

“Well, if you weren’t having any issues with him, you’d be with him,” Jonathan guessed— and it wasn’t bad logic.

“But, like, does everyone know?” you wondered.  “Does everyone but him know that I’m in love with him?  Oh god, Jonathan, you don’t think he knows, do you?”

“Wait— love?” he repeated, and you swallowed thickly as you realized the whiskey had already gotten you to say too much.  “You… you’re…”

“Okay, so I guess not everyone knows,” you mumbled.

“No, yeah, I think you managed to keep that under wraps,” he assured with a nod, eyes getting wider.  “Sheesh.  No, I had no clue.  Now it’s even weirder that you guys aren’t together.”

“Well, he doesn’t love me,” you explained flatly.

“Did he tell you that?”

“No, god no— I mean, he tells me he loves me,” you corrected, “but he doesn’t mean— we just say that, you know, like at the end of phone calls or when one of us is sad.  It’s not, like… we never meant it that way.”

“Right, okay,” Jonathan nodded as he wiped a glass— the way bartenders do when they’re listening to people— but he didn’t seem to understand entirely.  “So, you’re not his type?”

“I don’t think I know what his type is,” you scoffed.  “I haven’t really noticed a pattern, have you?”

“You’d have to have a few more data points to really draw any connection between them,” Jonathan laughed.

“Yeah, fair,” you smiled, “he’s only had… I don’t know, maybe four girlfriends since I’ve known him?  One in high school, for a month— then Eva, they weren’t even really serious, just dating for a while.  And then, uh—”

“Tanisha,” he remembered.

“Right!  I liked her,” you hummed.

“What happened to her again?” he wondered.

“Got back with her ex,” you recalled.

“Wow, that blows,” Jonathan sighed.  

“She told me before she told him,” you admitted.  “She wanted me to tell him for her, actually, but I… I couldn’t do that to him.  But I came over right after, you know, and we ate ice cream from the tub and watched movies ‘til we fell asleep.”

Jonathan made a sort of face, one you couldn’t quite interpret, and you tilted your head as he seemed to mumble to himself.  

“What?” you wondered.

“Nothing, it’s just… he’s kind of an idiot,” Jonathan decided.  “I don’t think he gets how lucky he is.”

You wrinkled your brows together, laughing a bit.  “What do you mean?”

“Look, I’m not saying he’s, like, legally obligated to fall in love with you just because you guys get along so well,” he clarified, “even if that’s what Neil accused me of thinking— I really do think it’s fine for men and women to just be friends.”

“So, what are you saying?”

“I’m just saying… like, how do you have someone who cares about you that much, and you end up dating fucking Denise for almost a year?!”

“Well, nobody knows how he ended up with Denise,” you coughed.  “That was a fucking disaster.”

“I mean, not to be crass, but, uh,” he stumbled a little over his words, “I’m surprised that you coming over after that breakup didn’t turn into a rebound, at least.”

“After eating that much ice cream?” you laughed.  “That would’ve been awful.”

“But really, though,” he insisted.  “I have a hard time believing the thought didn’t even cross his mind…”

“I can’t really be sure that it didn’t,” you admitted, “I’m just saying, nothing happened.”

“I guess he’s just known you too long to go for it with you,” Jonathan shrugged.

“It’s not just that— you know Neil, he’s kind of an adrenaline junkie,” you rolled your eyes, “or at least he thinks he is.  He wants adventure, I guess— and he always talks about us doing spontaneous stuff but it never happens— and I’m just too familiar.  Too comfortable.”

“Yeah, he does kinda have something against stability,” Jonathan agreed, “do you think it’s a divorced parents thing?”

“I don’t know, I stopped analyzing that a long time ago,” you groaned, “and I told myself I would stop trying to be what I thought he wanted, but I think I keep doing it.”

“Well, I know you know him better than anybody,” Jonathan countered, “but I know guys, and that guy… there’s no way he thinks of you as just a friend.”

“Why do you think that?” 

“Because he was fucking lying when he said it wouldn’t piss him off if we hooked up,” he insisted.

“You really won’t let that go, will you?” you grinned.

“Did you see his face?  He couldn’t get the image out of his head!” Jonathan assured confidently.  “And then that whole ‘fuck marry kill’ thing— he started getting nervous, I think.”

“Nervous about what?”

“That something could really happen with us!”

“You really think he would care?” you frowned.

“I swear to— to Ash Williams,” he decided, “that if I walked into that fucking video store, and told him that you and I did whiskey shots and you came back to my place and we did the horizontal tango, he would beat me to death with the register.”

“You swear on Ash Williams?” you repeated with a smirk, knowing that meant more than swearing on any deity would mean.

“Him and his chainsaw hand,” Jonathan assured, putting a hand over his heart to add to the bit, and you giggled.

“Well, I don’t think Neil can pick up the register,” you decided.

“In that case, you let me know the next time you wanna get back at him for something,” he offered with a wink, and you smiled at him sympathetically.

“I know you’re trying to be nice,” you sighed, “but you don’t have to do that.”

“Hey, come on,” he frowned, “I know you’ve got this I’m insecure I’m a weirdo nobody notices me thing, but you can’t actually think it would be some kind of charity work for me to sleep with you—”

“No, I don’t mean that,” you sighed, “I know I could get laid if I wanted to—”

“But you don’t wanna get laid,” he finished for you, “you wanna be loved.”

You sighed again, even harder.  “Yeah,” you nodded.

“I know,” he agreed.  “And you know I love you, but—”

“But not like that,” you took your turn finishing his sentence.

His only reply was raising the bottle of whiskey with a sideways smile, a silent offer to pour another shot— for both of you this time.

“Yes, please,” you hummed, watching him fill the miniature glasses with a sigh.

part 2

#neil lewis x reader #neil lewis smut #watching the detectives #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #you know... eventually #but you have to get to part two for that lol

[kissitbttr]

I need more sweet moments with frat!miguel you owe us for hurting us with the argument one🔫

HSHDHDJDHDH I’M SORRYYYY MY LOVEEE PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEEE

BUT OKAY!!

—

miguel rarely comes to your cheerleading practice. not because he doesn’t want to but simply because his training and yours are always on the same day,

he does get to see you from afar though, thank god both of your teams share the same field. only a few yards away.

every time he goes on a water break, he uses the advantage to keep an eye on you for any injuries that might happen.

though he would definitely admit that is not the only reason why. miguel always find himself huffing and puffing at the male coach who keeps grabbing you by the waist and stuff. his assistant is no better.

‘they’re my coaches, miggy! how am i supposed to understand what to do if he didn’t show me?! plus it’s not like they’re flirting with me. cheerleading includes body contact’

yeah okay, that makes sense or whatever. but he still doesn’t like it.

he loves watching you train though. the flexibility you have within your body makes him go crazy. he always tries his best to catch you doing splits, bridges, toe touches etc, anything that includes you showing it off,

especially in those tight shorts you’re wearing right now that accentuates the shape of your ass,

“o’hara! done ogling your girl?!”

he peers over his shoulder to see his coach expressing annoyance. arms crossed, brows dip into a frown. behind him, glen and two other guys are stifling their laughs,

but miguel doesn’t feel embarrassed of getting caught. instead, he smirks cockily and shrug. “can’t blame me for having a pretty girlfriend, coach”

“yeah yeah—get your head back in the game” coach instructs with stern voice. “or i’ll put you on the bench” he threatens,

miguel scoffs with a smirk still on his face. hands on hips while chewing his gum. “no you won’t” he challenges, earning himself a warning glare from the old man. “who’s gonna lead the team if it ain’t me?”

“you forgot the vice captain?” beck points at himself with a grin,

miguel just shrugs. “compared to me? we know the answer to that, kingsley. the team then erupts in strings of ‘ooh’

“oh cocky now huh?” beck throws him a ball expecting him to get hit, but miguel’s reflexes are always on point. catching it with one hand, so effortlessly

“what’s that about putting me on the bench, coach?” he teases with a laugh, watching him sigh in annoyance,

before he could muster a response, miguel’s ears perk up at the sound of his favorite voice. a bright smile breaks out as he turns around, seeing that it’s you.

“miggy!!”

the team groans when miguel abandons the ball and completely shift his attention on his girlfriend. running towards him in your team’s sports bra and bright pink nike pros,

miguel extends his arms open, without second thoughts you jump at his embrace with a giggle. his hands holding you tightly by the bare thighs. legs locking around his hips as both of your sweat clinging onto each other,

“this is a nice surprise, baby—but i smell really bad right now” he chuckles, though makes no effort in putting you down,

“i like you better dirty” you shrug, looking into his eyes making him groan,

“naughty girl” he pecks your lips. “you done with practice?”

“mhmm” you hum. “gimme a second okay?” you wave at the coach and team. “so i know you and your brothers are having the weekly party tonight, buuut—i have a proposition”

he cocks an eyebrow, “that doesn’t sound good”

you roll your eyes at his teasing manner. “how would you feel about—skinny dipping with me tonight?” a whisper comes past your lips, and you almost laugh at how fast his eyes suddenly brighten more,

“wait—for real?!”

with a nod, you continue. “the community pool that i’m working at will be closed early for today and guess who’s got the keys? me!” you cheer, “what do you say?”

“baby—do you really need to ask?!” miguel feels his pants growing tight at the thought of him and his girlfriend swimming naked later tonight. “fuck yes! i’ve been wanting to do that for a looong time”

“okay good! because i’ve been feeling rather bored with bikinis lately. i think its time for my boobies to be out in the open you know? free the nips”

“you’re killing me here, can’t say that shit now. still got an hour and half to go” he gestures towards the boys who are still playing ball, waiting for the team captain to join. “okay, no parties for me—just you and i tonight”

he puts you back down on your feet, grabbing your face and presses his lips against yours making both of you smile. “get outta here” he smacks your ass in a playful manner making you shoot him a warning glance, in which he only puts his hands up,

“see you back home, miggy!” you call out while running back to join the other girls

“fuck i love hearing that” he mutters, watching you run and let his eyes wander down to the shape of your ass. “and i love you” he points at the shorts you’re wearing,

beck could only shake his head at the sight of miguel still watching you go along with a few of other guys,

“can’t believe i’m saying this but—i prefer him not having a girl”

“nah man, you can’t say that” beck fist bumps a shoulder of another kid. “he’s happy. let him be”

“yeah and a pervert” carlos rolls his eyes, throwing a ball towards glen’s direction. “he gets pissy when i interrupt his game but won’t say shit when y/n is around”

“can’t blame him for simping. she’s hot” another guy jumps in, but only loud enough for miguel to not hear,

“ay coach!” carlos calls. “why were you just standing there and not pull him away or something, man?! you do that with the rest of us!”

“you kidding?! that girl’s scary when she’s pissed. better to let her do her thing and back off. now o’hara get your ass here and finish the scrimmage!”

#frat!miguel

[sweetenerobert]

𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒

DAY ONE OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

momsboyfriend! joel miller x male reader

genre: mom’s boyfriend joel, no outbreak au, explicit, minors dni

prompt: taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."

summary: your mom can’t seem to find where her boyfriend joel, has gone. and she can’t understand why your bedroom has so much weight on it

warnings: pwp, strong language, infidelity, joel is 43, reader is 22, unprotected P in A, choking, dirty talk, pet names, daddy kink, creampies, fingering, spanking, joel being a cocky piece of shit

word count: 1.7k

a/n: read this, i have a mixed feeling about it! let me know what you guys think.

“Hey, Hon! Have you seen Joel? I tried to call him, but his phone must be off.”

You knew where Joel was, his exact location, time, and placement of where he was located in this moment and time.

It was approximately 8:15, the time your mom usually leaves for work. He was behind you, pants wrapped around his ankles — belt ripped off and thrown on your bed. His cock buried deep inside you, hands melted on your waist, hitting that spot repeatedly as you tried to answer your mom. It was as if Joel’s task was to get you both caught by your mom/his girlfriend.

His low grunts entering your ear and your panting escapes your lips as you try to act like nothing is wrong.

“Get rid of her,” Joel whispered, grunting in your ear.

“U-uh, mom. No, I haven't s-seen him. Is his truck still here?”

“It seems so. The neighbors said they hadn't seen his truck move since.”

You could feel Joel’s body press up against your back and his warm breath against your ear. His forearm wrapped around your neck. Your cock twitched against the wood in front of you. “If you don’t get her to leave, I will fuck you so hard on this door we will all hear those pretty little moans and how she can see how her son’s taking her boyfriend’s dick so well.”

“U-uh, mom. He probably went to get something. I’m sure he’ll be fine,” You grit. “I’ll let you know if he comes back looking for you.”

You hear your mom’s muffled chuckle on the other side of the door. “You're funny, baby. He will see my car gone in the driveway if anything, and won't want to bother you with your school work.”

A hard smack comes across your ass, and you almost yelp but stop yourself from making the loud sound.

“What was that?” Your mom asks.

You could hear a low chuckle escape from Joel’s lips into your ear. “It was me. I slapped my thigh,” You dismissed. “Aren’t you going to be late for work?”

“What can they do? Fire me?” She chuckles. “Sweetie, are you okay? You sound a bit out of breath.”

“Well, no, because your boyfriend’s dick is currently inside of me, and he has no intention of stopping anytime soon,” You thought.

“I’m just a little bit of breath — I could be coming down with something,” You breathed.

“Oh goodness, do you need me to come in?”

“NO!” You exclaimed. “I-I mean, If I am coming down with something. I don't want to get you sick too.”

“Aw, you're so sweet.” She smiles. “You're the best son ever.”

You scoff. “I’m your only SON!” You gasped.

You look back toward Joel, and he has a scowl on his face. He was getting impatient.

“Are you sure you're alright, baby?”

“Yeah, are you, baby?” Joel gruffed.

“Yeah, now I just got a cramp in my leg — I’ll be okay, Mom. I promise. Please don't be late for work because of me. I’ll call you if anything happens,” You dismissed.

“Okay, baby. I’ll see you later. I love you.”

“See you later, bye,” You gritted, hoping she would leave.

“Nu-uh-uh-uh. Say it back.”

“Say what back?”

At this point, Joel was getting annoyed. He pulled your neck away from the door; your arms outstretched — fingerpads barely reaching the wood in front of you. You grip your hands on Joel’s forearm around your throat and look towards Joel.

“You know, I love you too,”

“Fuck me,” You muttered, directed to your mom's command.

“I’m already doin’ that baby,” Joel smirked.

You roll your eyes and look back to the wooden door before you.

“I love you too, Mom.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later.”

You hear her footsteps walk away from your bedroom door, down the hall, and the door closes behind her. Then suddenly, you hear the faint sound of her car starting.

You released a breath you didn't know that you were holding. Suddenly, You feel Joel pick you up and throw you over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" You question.

He doesn't answer, and he starts to walk toward your bed.

You feel your body jerk up and land on your back — on your bed. You look towards Joel as he slides his pants off his ankles and onto the floor. He climbs into your bed and position himself between your legs.

"I grew impatient, now I want to hear those pretty moans," Joel smirked.

Joel stuck his pointer and middle fingers in your mouth. "Suck," Joel commanded.

You obliged and sucked on his fingers, and he quickly retracted his fingers from your mouth. Sliding his middle finger slowly inside you, you squirmed under his touch. You tried to stifle your moans; you didn't want to give Joel what he wanted. His finger slid inside you faster, and you bit your lip to hide your moans.

Joel slid a second finger in, and you rolled your head to the side and slammed your eyes shut. “Your pussy wraps around my fingers — so fuckin’ tight.”

Your lip almost bled from how hard you were biting your lip. You grit your teeth as you keep squirming. A hard slap to your balls made you stay still. “Stop squirmin’,” Joel commands.

“Can’t help it, don't — wanna moan,” You breathed. Joel slipped his finger out of you. Crawled up to you, his hand grips your throat.

“Is that right? Well, I guess we're gonna have to do this the hard way,” Joel smirked.

Joel pushes his cock inside you. You tried to yelp, but his hand, tight around your throat, forced you to stop. “Fff-uck, Joel!” You gasp.

“What that, baby? You like this big dick inside you?”

You nod with a look of pain and pleasure riding your face. Joel lets go of your throat, and you take deep breaths. While breathing, Joel lifts your legs and places them on his shoulders. His hips start slow and steady as you roll your head up — looking upside down at your headboard.

“Fuck! Baby! I might need to use your pussy more,” Joel breathed.

“So — good — fuck,” You grit.

“Baby… I haven't even gotten to the best part.” Joel leans down — resting his forehead on yours. Your noses were touching each other. Joel’s hips rock faster back and forth. Your breaths became hitched as Joel’s cock was stretching you out. You could feel his length inside you, pushing deep inside you. You loved every inch of him. Joel had filled you to the brim with satisfaction.

“You love this cock, don't you, baby?”

“Fuck, yes! Joel! I love it so much,” You whine.

“Your pussy, wraps around me so nicely, baby. I bet if I slip my cock out now,” Joel backs up from your face, slipping his cock out. “And then slip it back in,” Joel slips his cock back in. You meet the base of Joel’s cock so fast; you moan in retaliation.

“Just as I guessed, your pussy remembers my length so well, baby.”

Joel had wrapped your ankles in his giant, calloused palms. His grip was tight as his hips kept rocking into you, back and forth. Pre cum was leaking from the tip of your cock. You felt satisfied for the first time in a long time.

“You gonna cum soon, baby?” Joel questions.

“I-I think so,” You breathe.

“Cum for daddy, baby,” Joel starts. “You know you want to cum for me.”

“Fuck, daddy! Your cock is hitting so deep!” You groan.

Joel’s cock twitched when you called him daddy; that sensation felt incredible inside you. You felt your cock throb, the sensation cum was coming and the pain was unbearable.

“That’s so hot, baby,” Joel grunted. “Call me that again.”

“Daddy, you love this, don't you? Fucking the son of your girlfriend’s tight pussy, huh? You like this?”

“You makin’ fun of me?”

You weren't, but a smirk appeared on your face to insinuate that you were. “So what if I was? It’s just a simple question,” You grunt.

Joel’s thrusts became more vicious and destructive. Your pillow catches your moan as you roll your head to the side. “I fuckin’ love this, so fuckin’ perfect.”

“It’ll be our little secret,” You breathe in between breaths.

"I’ll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into,” Joel smirks.

Joel’s smirk turned into a scowl. Joel had a look of rage, and determination was written on his face now. Joel was on a mission with you directly, and you loved this feeling so much.

“I’m gonna cum soon, baby, deep inside that pussy of yours. I’m going to get you pregnant,” Joel grits.

“I’m going to cum too, daddy,” You moan.

“Cum for daddy, baby.”

You gripped your dick and started to stroke up and down. Your cock was filled with adrenaline, overstimulation, and overall satisfaction. With each of Joel’s thrusts, you could feel yourself on the brink of cumming anytime soon.

“I’m cumming, Daddy!” You exclaim as strings of cum coat your chest.

Joel grips your thighs as you stop stroking your cock. You place your hands on Joel’s thighs. “Fuck, baby! I’m cumming!” Joel hisses. With one — two final thrusts, Joel’s cum was swimming inside you. His grip on your thighs loosens, and he places his head near yours — hovering over yours.

You both are panting messes together, sweaty, satisfied messes. You close your eyes in pleasure and take a second to be in the moment. You had sex with your mom’s boyfriend, and you don’t feel guilty about it one bit, more accomplished than anything.

“Was that okay?” You question. Joel chuckles at your question and can't control himself as he kisses your forehead.

“It was fantastic, baby,” Joel gruffed.

Joel kisses your lips softly, and you grab his face in your hands as you flip him on his back — cock still inside you. His tongue licks your bottom lip as he slips his tongue inside your mouth. Tongues are sword-fighting each other in this passionate kiss. Joel’s hands planted on your back, — sliding down the curve of your back as you mess up his hair, sliding your hands on his curly locks. You break the kiss, backing up from Joel’s lips.

“Daddy, my mom doesn't come home until later; we could have some real fun around the house. If that’s okay with you?”

Joel gives it a thought and smirks at you. “Well, baby, Who am I to oblige such an amazin’ idea?” Joel chuckles.

#joel miller x male reader #joel miller #pedro pascal x male reader #joel the last of us #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut #forbidden romance #joel fucks!

[telvess]

Reader using pick-up lines on them

chaotic writing for the fun

Hades

“You should be arrested for stealing my heart!”

Pick-up lines, hmm? Alright, fine, but did you have to use the most pathetic, the cheesiest one? Hades is way too elegant for such a poor tasted attempt, he actually feels offended by your words.

Your first impression is horrible. Hades silently judges you. Of course, he is too classy to make any snarky comments, but you can tell by his cold, indifferent look that he has lost all interest in your company. At this point, he is more of a Poseidon than his brother himself.

If you aren’t the type of person who gives up easily and still tries to flirt… just stop. The best you can get from him would be „yes”, „no” or a nod of the head.

Buddha

“You see my friend over there? She want to know if you think I'm cute.”

Buddha stares at you for a long moment, then looks over your shoulder to check out your friend (who you obviously made up), then then returns to you. His expression is blunt, maybe slightly bored. Totally makes you lose the confidence you had a moment ago as you watch him lazily suck a lollipop and pierce you through with his unimpressed glare.

The worst he can say is „no”, right? Well, who would have thought that the enlightened mind of Buddha would prove otherwise. A drawn-out silence makes you uncomfortable and you start to squirm under his gaze, not ready for that unfazed attitude of his…

Once the confidence you felt approached him vanished and you are ready to leave as quickly as possible, Buddha begins to laugh historically. You jump up a little and stare at him confused. It takes him a while to calm down, but when he does, he looks at you seriously again and says „tell your friend I find ya cute” with the most annoying smirk in the entire universe.

Susanoo

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

Susanoo watches you with harsh expression, his eyebrows raising as your attitude doesn’t change. You just stand in front of him and wait for his answer. Kinda hot, he has to admit.

He is amused by this shitty attempt, but still has to admit that it takes some balls to say something so crappy to his face. You’re bold, stupid and definitely not in your right mind.

He would definitely address all of the above and then… respond to you with an even cheaper pickup line that he thinks sounds good. He is very proud of himself and oblivious to the point that it matches his intimidating aura.

Susanoo likes a person who isn’t concerned with what everyone think of them, but he is also a person who expects others to submit to his will, which makes him rather difficult person to flirt with, demanding from you to adapt to his confusing preferences.

Nikola

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together.”

BUAHAHAHAHA! HE WOULDN’T GET IT 100%!

He looks at you very confused at first, then he puts to work all of his braincells trying to figure out what you meant. Is this some kind of puzzle? Mystery? It’s clearly impressive, because he struggles to solve it!

Please, stop the brainstorming session before he starts writing his thought on the board and calls members of the science crew asking for the consultations.

After yours short explanation (which probably burnt your soul to the bones with embarrassment) Nikola nods, compliments your clever attempt and… continues what he was doing before this whole masquerade started, oblivious to the fact you just hit on him. So you just stand there and wait for something, but you last barely several dozen seconds before you run away to hide somewhere far, far away.

Much to your surprise, Nikola visits you the next day and invites you for coffee, bluntly.

Hermes

“Can I put my hand on your thigh, where it belongs?”

You sit next to him and get straight to the point. No hesitation, no shame in your eyes. Hermes’ eyes widen for a millisecond as the words leave your lips. Oh? Oh? Oh? He couldn’t help but let his lips stretch into a wide smile, trying to cover his mouth with his hand as a single chuckle escapes his lips.

When he pulls himself together, Hermes lets his playful nature take over. So you thought you were flirty? Hermes is too smart and too cunning to allow you triumph for long. Even if he isn’t interested, he will leave you with a dry mouth and wet panties. Hermes uses the tongue as smoothly as he uses the violin.

Apollo

“I'm sorry, were you talking to me?” He denies, “Well, would you like to?”

My, my, look at you! Approaching the Sun God just like this? Apollo is impressed. In fact, because of how intimidating he is, it's not often that others surprise him with such bravado. Usually they just treat him as something as intangible as the rays of the sun, bathing in his glory, praising him as a celestial being, not as a person. You - on the other hand - are a breath of fresh air.

Once the first shock wears off, his entire figure begins to glow and he gives you the most breathtaking smile you will ever see. From that point on, everything he does comes so naturally that it makes you lose yourself. After making great first impression, you end up like everyone else: Apollo wraps you around his little finger and before you know it, you just sit there and listen to his melodious voice as if you are bewitched. The man is too charming.

Poseidon

“Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.”

Peasant. Get out.

You aren’t clever. You aren’t brave. You aren’t impressive. The only person that will disappear is gonna be you, if you don’t remove yourself in the next 3 seconds.

Whoever didn’t stop you from approaching Poseidon like this, definitely doesn’t wish you well.

Kojirō

“Aren't you tired? From running through my mind all day?”

The man gives you surprised look, and moment later he presents you his widest smile. Sasaki has no clue what to say, so he just stands before you, rubbing his neck and blushing like teenage girl. He may stammers out a few words of thanks, but you really shouldn’t hope for more. Kojirō is simply not used to compliments, so even the simplest pick-up line can rock his world.

Please, ask him about swordsmanship, because it’s probably the only thing he can talk about while his brain fries in the skull.

Once Kojirō pulls himself together, he turns out to be exactly as carefree and friendly as you expected. The longer you two interact, the more open and less awkward he becomes.

Ares

“Do you have a name, or can I just call you 'mine'?”

Did you just? Huh???

Ares blinks a few times before his brain process information. He can’t believe you said something like that! Do you even know who you are talking to? He is Ares, the God of War! One of the twelve Gods of Olympus and son of Zeus! He deserves more respect, not some pathetic, human-alike attempt at flirting. He shouts all this in your face, making a big scene and ridiculing you in front of the others gods. For a moment he’s proud of himself, but your teary eyes quickly put him in a less mighty state.

To make things worse, you literally run away. At first Ares tries to ignore the feeling of guilt in his chest, pretending that your reaction was childish and exaggerated, but all he needs is Hermes to make a little remark (“Poor thing, it seems she gave her all to speak up.”) to make Ares’ face red.

He mutters some lame excuse to leave and starts looking for you. He still thinks your attempt was awful, but maybe - just maybe - his heart skips a beat knowing that some pretty miss thinks so highly of him.

Jack

“If music be the food of love, let’s have a feast together.”

Okay, this man isn’t used to hearing compliments, let alone hitting on him. Jack is a little shocked, not because he doesn’t understand you, but because you actually chose him. He doesn’t recognize you, but to his great surprise you seem to know a little about him. After all, you referred to Shakespeare. It couldn't have been an accident, right?

“Pardon me, lady?” is probably the first thing out of Jack's mouth as he’s still processing what you’ve said, but he quickly snaps out of his surprise, “Forgive me, where are my manners?”

Jack introduces himself properly, takes off the hat and bows like a gentleman. He then politely asks for your name, still fluttered that you gave him a chance.

Thor

“Did you do something to my eyes? I can't seem to take them off you.”

“…”

Neither Thor nor Mjölnir budge. Well, this is definitely something new; no one has ever approached Thor this way before, so he has to give you some points for creativity. However, don’t expect anything as Thor isn’t interested in continuing the conversation, so it’s up to you if you are interested in one-sided interaction.

Loki

“Well, here I am! What are your other two wishes?”

Loki stares at you without the slightest sign of interest, twirling strand of hair around his finger. He seems distant, almost like he didn’t hear you. Then he flinches, as if snapped out of trance. His face changes in a split second: a wide, forced smile and squinting eyes screaming at you to evacuate, because you’ve hit on the wrong guy. “Do you have a death wish, woman?” Loki asks, his voice has the sweetest tone that tickles your ears, but his words spew poison…

Loki is capricious. I don’t think it’s a matter of wrong pick-up line, it's rather more a matter of right timing. But even if you choose a bad moment to approach him, he probably wouldn’t hurt you (physically) - he prefers to scare others, toy with their fear than kill them.

On the other hand, if your timing is right, then you would still bounce off the wall, because Loki doesn’t intent to give you a straightforward answer; he would like to play with you, confuse you with the mixed signals he sends. He wants a reaction from you, entertain him. If you are cocky - his goal is to crush your self-confidence. Shy? Prepare for blushing, squealing and stuttering. Ah, you think you’re being funny here? Loki will gladly turn your smile into tears.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror x reader #snv x reader #ror hades #ror loki #ror jack the ripper #ror buddha #ror poseidon #ror hermes #ror susanoo #ror thor #ror sasaki kojiro #ror nikola tesla #ror apollo #ror ares #udj

[orihimeii]

are we still friends? ― gojo satoru

synopsis: maybe confessing to your childhood bestfriend was not bad at all

warning: pining, bestfriends to lovers, fluff, little angst, teasing

a/n: reblogs are greatly appreciated! gojo brainrot is real ...

"satoru, what are we?"

there was a long pause, your question caught him off guard, that was sudden of you to ask, was that a harmless question?

or was it not?

"friends? why are you staring at me like that?" he replies, of course you knew, you knew he didn't see you the way you see him and you didn't notice that you were staring at him intently too.

"oh nothing, it's just your face looks ugly" you stuck your tongue out at him and he chuckled, "well thank you y/n. haha, very much helpful just right after i just got off work." his words sarcastic as he threw your favorite banana milk to your direction and you barely caught it.

"how’d you remember i liked these?"

"i always remember" he replies and you wanted to kiss him right there, do friends says things like this? your heart was beating too fast, this man was going to be the death of you.

the first year of university, you didn't give much thought about your growing feelings over him but ever since middle school while being stuck together as you saw him go through his up and downs until the both of you were working adults. you have always admired the strongest sorcerer from afar.

you remember the day you met him, you remember being scared when you first saw a curse at the park and a little boy with a beautiful eyes, who could also see what you saw and that sparked a friendship between you two, the Gojo Satoru from the clan of the Big Three's Vengeful Sprits.

"i also remember you coming up to me at the park screaming beca-"

"satoru!!" you shrieked as you hit his arm "stop, i don't want to recall that, i clearly remember." you rolled your eyes at the man caressing the arm you just slapped, showing puppy eyes pouting. he was so cute, you want to really kiss him.

"stop that i might kiss you" mumbling, you didn't realize you said your thoughts out loud and that made your grip harder to the milk carton, too embarrassed to look at him when the words from his mouth weren't the words you weren't expecting.

"oh yeah? do it then"

you look at him face painted with shock and he was smirking, that pretty smirk of him that you want to wipe off, "if i do that, are we still friends?."

“whatever you’d like us to be.” his reply made your heart thump, this man was playing with you and your emotions were too much to keep inside, you always tried your best to stay in your boundary around him.

"stop that, stop playing with my feelings." you tell him and his face was serious now, the playful atmosphere around the both of you dropping instantly.

"do you like me y/n?" he asked.

you looked down, not wanting to answer his question. you didn't want to take the risk but you didn't also want to keep your feelings anymore.

"satoru, i liked you but lately i've realized that-" you finally look up to him, "-i'm starting to love you." putting the now empty milk carton beside.

you were babbling at this point, "i don't know when it started, maybe it was because of your teasing, your sweet words, or-." he didn't know what has gotten to him when both of his hands softly grabbed your face, gently caressing your cheek and there it was.

his soft lips touched yours, and your tears fell, was it tears of joy? or was it the comfort of his touch? you wanted this moment to last forever with him, it always feels timeless whenever you're around him, but his kiss feels like eternity.

satoru pulled away still cupping your cheek, “i was always hoping we could be more than just friends.” he reassured you, kissing your forehead and you close your eyes. "i've always loved you dearly y/n."

"i'm so happy toru, i love you so much" you sniffled and felt both his thumb running over your teary eyes, rubbing the small tears away.

"don't ever tease me like that again" you lightly hit his chest to which he groaned, faking his pain.

"ouch, now you have to take care of this baby." his smirk showing pride as he points to his self.

"oh shut up."

© ICHIGOLUVRR 2023 | do not copy or publish my work in any other sites.

#♡ klare writes #jujutsu kaisen x rea #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo fluff #gojo satoru angst #gojo angst #jujutsu kaisen fic #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk x reader #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo x poc reader #gojo satoru x you #poc writer #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen satoru #satoru x reader #gojo satoru imagine #gojo imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines

[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

hii! ( ˘ ³˘)

im not sure if this ask box is open atm, but i just came from the "random reader x douma" fanfic and it immediately gave me an idea (•ㅅ•)

s/o of muzan, akaza and douma (separately) randomly sneaking up to the demons and hitting/spanking their ass? LMAO

Hiya!~

Honestly I always keep my askbox open so any and everyone can slide anything my way so don't worry about it

Also I'm more than happy to write your request, it's definitely a fun one to write, so, thank you for requesting (^○^)

For those who haven't read the headcanons we're on about you can find it under my Doma section on my MasterList but I'm linking - HERE - for easy access

If you have anything to request - eg. headcanons, questions, thoughts etc. - then just slide 'em my way cause I'll answer them to the best of my abilities!

Muzan Kibutsuji, Douma/Doma + Akaza with an S/O that spanks their butt - Headcanons:

Muzan Kibutsuji:

This man, this gorgeous man...

Literally the definition of unbothered.....after the 100th smack attack to his arse

Sure to begin with he was confused - maybe even a little bit shocked and scandalized - whenever you'd randomly spank his butt but he kind of just anticipates it now?

Whenever you enter the room when he's doing something he kinda pauses cause he knows your randomly gonna slap his behind

It sets him on edge slightly when you don't

Muzan now waits for you to do it before continuing on with whatever he's doing

He's kinda grown used to it in a 'This happens and i can't really be bothered to stop it so i may as well let it happen' way

It's a very rare moment when he smacks your butt in return

Douma/Doma:

Oh boy you have a whole can of worms to open with Douma!

This man is so unbothered that you'd have thought you'd have kissed him or something with how he treats your smack to his butt

Genuinely, so unbothered

He takes it in his stride as if its another Monday - just tilts his head with a smile and a quirk of his lips

Barely questions it (seriously you could do anything to him and he wouldn't question it)

He will just smack your butt back when you least expect it

Douma anticipates your random smack and gets sad when you don't try and surprise him with it

It's gotten to the point where he kinda pouts if you don't smack his butt??

Akaza:

The first time it happens this man makes such an offended but questioning noise - think something along the lines of a cat that's been woken up cause you've touched them kind of noise

He also froze up slightly

And even after you've moved away and started talking to him about something akaza's still stood there in a state of confusion

You genuinely have to explain to him that it was a random urge that you had - "It's just something that wells up inside me, ya know? Except that my brain won't let me focus on anything else til I smack that butt of yours!"

Then he accepts it - kind of....

Takes it as a form of training! You use stealth to try and smack his butt and he tries to detect you before you reach him

Still kinda squeaks and jolts away when you give his butt a love tap

Won't do it as much but when Akaza's feeling cheeky, he WILL, give your arse a little tap which ends up a squeeze

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny muzan kibutsuji x reader #kny muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #muzan x reader #demon slayer muzan kibutsuji x reader #demon slayer muzan x reader #kimetsu no yaiba muzan kibutsuji x reader #kimetsu no yaiba muzan x reader #kny douma x reader #kny doma x reader #kimetsu no yaiba douma x reader #kimetsu no yaiba doma x reader #demon slayer douma x reader #demon slayer doma x reader #douma x reader #doma x reader #kny akaza x reader #kimetsu no yaiba akaza x reader #demon slayer akaza x reader #akaza x reader #akaza #douma #doma #muzan kibutsuji

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Hey what if I made a completely nonsensical and maybe overly edgy imaginary one-shot that I got the idea for on my way to the fridge for a snack a few hours ago?

[~1000 words]

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"It's over Nine"

Sonic said exasperated after he bounced back from his last successful hit on the fox.

Said fox gave one hell of a fight in person and the neverending metal army of robo-copies Sonic had to get though first — that now his friends manage to regulate — didn't help either.

Shadow did warn him of Nine's possible goal but he was careful, just this once. He promised so with a cheeky wink and a smile, while any of its potential effect bounced right off Shadow's unimpressed face, after all!

Besides he was the one who caused this mess because what's new at this point, and he planned on fixing it.

He tried talking, oh boy he did, but Nine wasn't budging no matter the angle Sonic approached the conversation with, so he wasn't left with a different choice.

As much as he wasn't a fan, he had to beat the sense into the fox.

He ignored the stinging pain on the back of his hands and heels (which had kind of intensified since he set foot on this platform, probably his body finally registering the damage he suffered with all the punching and kicking robots today) and he stood up tall waiting for Nine to uncurl from his beaten position.

It sent the smallest pang of guilt into Sonic's heart as he realized just how small the fox appeared when like that, with all of his tech mangled and damadged righ beside him, but he shook his head right after, dispersing any thoughts of sympathy for a few seconds more. Yes Nine was his friend but he was also kinda ripping the Shatterverse apart and risking thousands of lives along with Sonic's chance to fix everything, and he wasn't gonna let that fly, the kit needed a vibe check.

Nine barely moved aside from his heavy breathing for a long while until Sonic heard a quiet click and and similar in volume chuckle.

"You're right it is."

Before Sonic could place the meaning of Nine's muffled answer or take a defensive stance, both his hands and feet were on fire and rest of his body grew weaker by the millisecond with no further warning.

"I would be lying if I said you weren't painfully predictable"

Glancing from Nine who was now the one standing over him, to his hands through the sudden blur of agony and effort to keep any stray scream in his mouth, all he saw was a wild flicker of colors.

Ah, so those random sparks and color changes of his inhibitors since he got to the Grim was something to worry about after all.

Between all the action and robot beating he barely paid attention to them. They were functioning flawlessly and the same since he got them, even after the unnecessary scruffle he got into with Shadow over them, so why would they malfunction now of all times–

Oh.

Of course, the inhibitors were Nine's tech, should've guessed they'd be used against him sooner or later. Sonic kinda needed those to get around after all, and what's the best way to catch a supersonic hedgehog? By making him unable to run of course!

Still, while now, in retrospect, he really really should've seen it coming, and oh boy he already heard the earful Shadow was about to give him, his current situation was not good.

It was not good at all as he felt the inhibitors being removed from his gloves and shoes, not ideal when he was grabbed by the arm and forcibly made to stand back up, not great as he didn't know which way was north while his head spun, and even worse once he finally somewhat focused his eyes on Nine's face that was now in front of him — or well, slightly under him, Nine was a bit on the short side when not threateningly standing up on his now decommissioned metal tails — that all the prevalent pain got overshadowed by a small shiver of dread running down his spine.

"That would be everything I needed from you, friend."

Sonic tried to make a rebuttal, a plea, a question, anything at this point, (and he did not like the calm tone of Nine's voice at all) but all of his words were stuck in his throat along the contents of his long empty stomach as he followed Nine's 'I won' gaze falling behind him, onto the vast orange ground bellow him. Far too bellow him.

Now, he wasn't scared of heights by any means, he usually seeked hem out just for the beautiful landscape view when out on his travels actually, but this wasn't it, not it at all. Especially since he felt barely in control of his own breathing.

"Since you're so reliant on your friends let's see who'll actually catch you on your trust fall eh?"

And with that, Sonic's already poor balance was pushed over the edge of the platform and his body was sent barreling down to the copper sand below.

He should curl up and bounce off, yea that would be the most sensible thing to do. There were more than enough jagged edges of the tower to land onto and slow down his fall (honestly surprising he hasn't hit any of them yet), but his body seemingly fell asleep on him and refused to cooperate with any of the urgency for moving and not being splattered on the ground like a blue pancake!

Gradually he felt the rushing wind around him rip away his consciousness as shades of blue and purple only blurred together until it all became pitch black. But before all of his senses gave out, he hit something that changed his falling direction abruptly and was way too soft and gentle to be the Grim's battle-ridden sands.

#sonic prime #You have nooooo fujhking idea how much was I fighting myself to not suddenly switch to Nine's perspective you have noo ideaaa #So I wrote nothing at all for it lmao Just pure torture of the blue boi!! #Reason why there's so.many commas and long-winded way-too-many-words-containing explanations? #Uuh #Sonic has ADHD yea #I do too maybe #and also it's almost midnight so my brain is running wild with too many words #Also yes yes that was shadow catching him before he hit his face on a rock because of course he was #Hey can I tag this as sonadow #Is this sonadow? #I mean #every third paragraph has Shadow mentioned. Eh #sonic the hedgehog #prime sonic #sonic #miles nine prower #nine the fox #me when I finish writing #sonic prime spilers #? #kinda? #sorta??? #sonic prime season 3

[alexsoenomel]

In The Air Tonight (Sub!Dean Winchester x Reader smut)

Summary: You like Dean but you are too shy to tell him until one night...

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: sexy times with  Dean, teasing and bj :)

Word count: 1782

Note: Wrote it in the first person, it’s an old one. Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

You know when your crush is so intense you find yourself not being able to function properly? Well, that’s how I felt every freaking day for the past 10 years ever since I started working with The Winchesters. After my parents died in an “unexplainable” fire (like their mother did) I had nowhere to go. I was 17 and hunting was still new to me. My parents never wanted me to live this life, we kind of got dragged into it by vengeance after we found out my aunt was murdered by a nest of vampires. After that hunt, there was another and another until we stopped counting and accepted our new life. At times it was exciting the adrenaline and traveling but other times I felt like giving it up. It was a love-hate relationship. My father told me if anything bad happens to them, to just call John (old friend of his), he will help. And after the fire I did, only to be greeted by Dean’s voice and the sentence “John is dead”. They took me in and the rest was history. After a while they learned that they could trust me and eventually I became family.

After few years of hunting with them I became quite skilled and found myself looking at the older Winchester more than usual. In fact at times I couldn’t stop staring. There was something so mesmerizing about him and his whole being I couldn’t put my finger on it. I don’t know if it was because of his piercing green eyes, his charm, and humor or overall just his heart, but I was head over heels for that dude. I managed to hide it at first, from him and from Sam, but I knew it wouldn’t last. My face was like an open book, you could read me easily. That’s how Sam found out.

One night after a hunt Dean came out of the bathroom in just his towel around his waist (Yeah…) to the library for whatever reason. Sam and I were deep in the books because we couldn’t sleep. When I saw him my cheeks went completely red and I refused to look at him until he went to his room.

“Oh no…” Sam then came to a conclusion not whipping a huge ass grin off his face.

“Oh no what Sam?” I tried to play along.

“Oh no you have a crush.”

I gave him a typical harsh NO for an answer. I was lying my ass off and Sam could see right through it.

“Liar.”

And after denying it for like two minutes I finally gave up. “Okay fine I like him.”

“Since when?”

“Don’t know.” I mumbled. “You can’t tell him Sam.”

“Oh I won’t he will find out soon enough.” He laughed.

“What do you mean?”

“(Y/N) when he walked in you were red as a beet and practically drooling.”

“Hmm, good point.”

After that we never spoke about it again. I pretended like everything was fine and normal, but we all know how that shit always fails. And it did thankfully one night after me and Dean went to the bar we would always go after a successful hunt. Sam said he would go take a walk to the bunker saying he wanted some me time. I knew he just wanted me to spill my feelings to his older brother. Well after two glasses of whiskey I almost did. We talked about childhood, good and bad times, confessed stuff that was on our minds in that moment…We had a pretty good time. When clock hit 2am we knew it was probably best to go and get some rest. We were both tipsy but Dean was still capable to drive. When he finally pulled up in front of the bunker and as I was about to unbuckle my seatbelt when…

“Wait!”

“Yeah?” As I turned to look at him he leaned in and kissed me. I was taken aback for a second before I kissed him back. It was like swallowing something sweet with lots of alcohol. I undid my seatbelt and leaned in slamming him against his seat before moving on his lap. I could barely fit but I managed somehow. We stayed like this for a while; kissing and groping each other like a couple of teenagers before breaking the kiss to finally face each other.

“Well then…” I broke the ice not really knowing what to say. He brushed his thumb against my cheek not taking his gorgeous eyes off me.

“Yeah one word, wow.”

“Did you know I would kiss you back? Was I that obvious?” I asked him remembering Sam’s words.

“Yes and no.”

“How though?”

“I just felt like there was something more between us. I can’t explain it.”

“There was something in the air tonight, huh?” I remembered that song my dad used to play in the car while traveling.

Dean smiled because he caught my reference. Phil Collins never gets old.  “Yeah you could say that.”

“Since when?”

“Since when what?”

“Since when you see me more than a friend?”

“It has been so long at this point I don’t even know.”

“Same here.” I cupped his head with my hands and kissed him, this time hungrily telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. Now that secret was out, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We barely made it to his room without waking Sam up. We pushed each other against the car, front door and hallway walls until we finally reached Dean’s bedroom. I was pretty sure we will end up with bruises tomorrow.  I slammed the door shut and locked it just in case Sam wakes up.

I kissed Dean as I pushed him against the door making him gasp. When I couldn’t breathe anymore I broke away and started unbuttoning his flannel.

“Jesus (Y/N) what has gotten into you?” Dean smirked.

“I think you know my answer.” I responded. “You.”

Taking off his flannel I pulled him by his belt telling him to follow me to his bed and that was exactly what he did. He sat down and like a puppy watched as I undressed myself scanning every inch of me. I liked the attention he was giving me which was strange because I would usually shy away whenever he would look at me. Leaving only underwear on I sat on his lap and kissed him again as I slowly moved my lips on his jaw then on kiss neck leaving bite marks in the process. There was just something I liked about biting.

His hands were on my hips and as I started to grind his grip tightened. I could already feel how hard he really was.

“Are you actually trying to kill me?” He said almost out of breath.

“Kinda.” I smirked pushing him onto the mattress.

“How are you so…?”

“What?” I asked him undoing his belt. “Dominant?”

“Yes, that. And you’re always so shy.”

Taking off his pants I laughed and gave him the answer he wanted. “Shy girls are always full of surprises, Dean.”

“So far, I’m loving this surprise.”

“Good to know.” I climbed on top of him feeling his hard dick teasing me through my underwear. I started slow, kissing his lips, neck and going lower as his breathing became more apparent. He was slowly losing his mind and I loved it. When I reached his boxers I didn’t want to take them off right away. Instead I kissed the skin around where the hem was, licking ever so slightly just to drive him mad. I was succeeding because he was groaning and begging me to do something.

“Please.” Was music to my ears. I loved the control I had.

“Shhh don’t let Sam hear you!”

“Then stop torturing me.”

“Okay, okay.” I took off his boxers finally setting him free and stroked him a couple of times before licking his shaft slowly. A light moan escaped from his lips as I started to lick the tip of his long dick not breaking eye contact. He was on cloud nine as I took him whole and started to move my head up and down. My pace was slow at first but when he grabbed a chunk of my hair and started pulling me down I knew he wanted more. I decided to be good to give him just that.

“Jesus (Y/N).”

I felt his dick hitting the back of my throat with each and every move before he told me he was close and I stopped.

“Why?” He asked frustrated.

“Not yet.” I just winked at him. I took the bra and panties off before I let him touch me.

“You’re brutal.” He said trailing his fingers over my hips and stomach.  

“And you’re wonderful Dean Winchester.” I said positioning myself on top of him and slowly sat down. He was big but felt so freaking good. “Fuck.”

Slowly I started to move as my mind went on him. I was enjoying the sight beneath me and he sure as hell was enjoying his. We were both moaning each other’s names desperately trying not to get loud and wake up Sam. The bed was squeaking as I sped up my pace seeing he was slowly falling apart. His grip on my hips hurt, but I liked it. It was a different kind of pain.  

“Are you close?” I managed to ask him between breaths.

“Y-yeah.”

“Look at me Dean.”

“W-what?” Poor guy was so lost in me he didn’t hear what I said.

“I said, I want you to look at me when you cum.” I said locking my hands with his. “I wanna see you fall apart.”

“Jesus (Y/N).”

My pace became faster and faster and I could feel my orgasm approaching. I was falling apart just like him and I think he could see it.

Finally, and quite unexpectedly I came and few seconds later so did he. My body was stiff; waves of pleasure went through my whole body as I was moaning his name over and over again. Him, on the other hand, was clenching my hips with eyes shut, biting his lower lip not wanting to be too loud. I finally collapsed next to him covered in sweat and panting.

“Wow!” He said.

“Not bad for our first time, huh?” I asked him feeling proud. I just made Dean Winchester fall apart under me.

“Best sex I had, hands down.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I still can’t believe you’re like that.”

“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet.” I said and kissed him. “I really like you, Dean.”

“I like you too, (Y/N).”

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[beloved-daydreams]

"Her pet"

⚠️Warning⚠️ a spicy Jurdan fic! So minors do not interact please!

It starts off really fluffy and despite the heat in the later part I tried my best to keep it fairly soft and mindful. BUT it does contain some bdsm-like elements (being tied up and blindfolded but I promise there’s no physical "violence" or like, "roughness" I suppose is a better term?)

It has some vulnerability and a liiittle bit of crying but in a good way ;)

Anyway, you just gotta trust me with this one. I think I managed to keep things rather cute and tasteful though I’m sure in a few days I’ll feel stupid for writing this. ❤️🫠

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Cardan was laying down on the bed as if it were a flowery meadow. Which, well, it was a bed of flowers but not quite literally a grassland. The High King was waiting for his wife to finish bathing, he had offered to wash up with her or even to wash her back but she would turn him down everytime. Pointing out how he would immediately start to snuggle up against her and lead things to go haywire.

Sick of waiting, Cardan walked up to the bathroom door. And just as he was about to go in, Jude walked out of the room, almost hitting him in the face with the door. Realizing what her dear husband was about to do, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, giving him a disapproving look.

"You know, sometimes I really wish I could still command you."

Unfazed by the comment, Cardan answered assuredly.

"Oh interesting, what would you make me do? Shall I swear an oath to you again just for tonight?"

"Ugh." Jude pushed Cardan aside, making her way towards her dresser and sitting down to brush her hair. "Whatever it is you’re thinking about, I know I don’t need an oath to make you do it since you would obey me gladly for anything that would feed your fantasies."

He smiled, thinking how his wife knows him so well. Then he followed her to the dresser, standing behind her.

"Allow me."

Snatching the brush away from her hand, the King started to lovingly brush his Queen’s beautiful hair. Sometimes his hands would brush against her neck, though most times it was done willingly and Jude knew that instinctively, yet she let him do it nonetheless. Since she liked how gentle his hands were when he took care of her. It was almost therapeutic… if it weren’t for the few times her hair would be too tangled and result in her quietly wincing at some of his brush strokes.

"...Would you do something for me as well?" Cardan mutters, yet Jude catches it clearly.

"Of course. Would you like me to brush your hair as well? Although…" Jude looks at his reflection in the mirror. Slick as always. "It doesn’t look like it needs much brushing at the moment."

"No, not that… my back is what would need some of your help."

Now that Jude thinks about it, she has never clearly seen his bare back, since the only times he was shirtless, she would usually be facing him…

"...What is it? Don’t tell me you’ve got back pains?"

"Mmh… Something like that."

Worried, Jude’s gaze shifts to the ground, remembering how Balekin treated him. And how she never told him about it. She reasoned with herself, convincing herself that there was absolutely no need for her to bring up his past to him again… unless he would be the one to bring it back first. In that case, she felt like she had to tell him. She didn’t want to omit information like this.

And as she had thought, that day was today. Cardan let his shirt drop to the floor, turning his back to her, allowing her to see the state it was in. It had small marks all over which was concerning since the Fae are much more resistant to scarring, in fact, they almost never scar at all. The only way for them to get a scar is if the same spot is abnormally hit over and over again and not taken care of, which practically never happens. Since treating a wound right away is the natural thing to do. Seeing how his back was in this state, Jude came to the conclusion that Cardan at some point just gave up on trying to heal the wounds, knowing that the same thing would keep happening.

"I consulted a Faerie who has a knack for medicine. They said that I should apply-" Cardan hands over something that looks like a weird cross between honey and condensed milk. "This lotion. Apparently, it could possibly even heal old wounds."

Taking the container into her hands, Jude looks into Cardan’s eyes, touched that he would ask that of her.

"I see. Go lay down on the bed then, I’ll apply it."

Leaning over, not only does she apply the lotion, she gives him a light massage while she’s at it. Hoping that it will somehow make her following words less hurtful.

"...It was all Balekin’s doing, wasn’t it? Back when I was working undercover for Dain, I saw how he treated you... Um. Unwillingly, of course."

Cardan stays silent for a moment, before uttering a simple and calm. "I see." Which takes Jude off guard.

"That’s it? You’re not mad?"

"What is there to be mad about? I always knew there was a possibility that you had witnessed it since you even found that damned paper." The one with her name, written down over and over again. Obsessively. "Besides, at this point you’ve seen me in all of my lowest moments. This one is only a trace of the past I’d like to erase from my back… Well, quite literally."

Jude laughs seeing how he still has a sense of humor at a time like this. But she still appreciates the honesty, and his attempt at lightening up the mood. And although she can’t see it, she feels his tail flailing behind her. Either because of his nervousness at showing his vulnerability, or her massage is just that good. She doubts it, though it’s probably a bit of both.

Suddenly, a ridiculous idea pops up in her head. Most likely because she wants to make him feel comfortable. To please him.

"Cardan dear?"

She takes on that sweet tone. The one Cardan recognizes as a very favorable signal to some filthy doings in their private chambers. He knows that tone and gets giddy, only hearing it is enough to get him thrilled.

"Yes, my Queen of mischievousness?"

Already exasperated, Jude lightly taps him on the head.

"Would you let me tie you up?"

A bit taken aback, Cardan turns his head to the side, trying to see Jude’s face. Which she disallows by placing her palm on his eyes, blocking the view of her red cheeks. Despite the offer, Jude was still a bit shy from saying such things.

"As well as your eyes and your mouth. I’ll cover them. Would you agree?"

Cardans grins, his eyes still covered by her hand.

"Just as you said earlier my sweet Jude: I would gladly agree to anything of the sort."

From then on, things are a bit blurred. Jude digs through their wardrobe and room, in search of cloth that can be used to cover his eyes and something to tie his mouth with, so that he can still sort of get sounds out without being able to talk. And finally, for the rope she settles for a thick lace used for corsets. All she needs is to tie them well around his wrists and it’ll do the work.

Cardan undresses himself and lets himself be tied and covered obediently, not even asking what she plans on doing with him. Or to him. In truth, the answer to that question, Jude wouldn’t even know it herself. She just wants to see him unable to move freely, helpless under her gaze, her touch, her words. Whatever they will turn out to be in the moment.

As he’s finally there in front of her, his knees on the bed, hands tied behind his back, eyes and mouth covered, he’s completely at her mercy, yet Jude gets nervous and confused. She wonders what he expects of her or if he has any expectations at all. And if he did, what would they be? She has nothing ready, nothing clear in her mind. It’s all jumbled together in a mush of anxiety and craving. Thus she decides to test the waters, starting slow. Letting her body and instincts do the thinking.

As she slowly slides a single finger down his arm, she can feel him shiver at the contact. Gaining in confidence, she crawls on the bed and makes her way behind him, placing her hands around his shoulders. She rests a soft kiss on one of the small scars on his back, then another. And another. And everytime, Cardan tenses up a bit, almost as if he can’t breathe when she does that.

Gently, Jude starts talking. She’s not sure why she feels the need to, but she lets the words spill anyway.

"Humans say that if you kiss a wound, it will heal faster. It’s just a saying but…" She sneaks in a kiss again. "I hope the lotion will work. But even if it doesn’t, I’ll keep kissing your scars forever. Would you like that?"

Shyly, Cardan nods and as he does, Jude swears she can make out a wet spot on his blindfold.

"Cardan…?"

He slouches a bit, and although Jude has never seen him do that, she takes a guess.

"Cardan… Are you crying?"

His silence speaks volumes and Jude’s heart drops.

"Oh honey. I’m so sorry, should I stop?"

Yet as she makes that offer, Cardan shakes his head immediately in strong disapproval with the idea.

"Are you sure? We can stop anytime."

He nods and Jude raises her hand , running her hand through his hair, what she hopes to be a comforting touch.

"Okay. If you ever feel like stopping just… hit me with your tail or something." She wraps her hands around him, taking him into a warm embrace. As she does, it feels as if all the tension has left his body. Like he’s completely giving himself up to her.

Jude doesn’t think about what she should do or what she shouldn’t do anymore. She just lets herself show him her affection as gently and as lovingly as she can. Every single one of her actions is so careful, so lovely, Cardan feels like he could drown in this much love. And how lucky he is to be drowning in it.

As Jude caresses his ear then cheek, he shamelessly nuzzles himself against her hand. As if he’s a needy animal, hungry for attention. As if he’s her pet and only hers to play with. Jude smiles, a bit full of herself seeing his complete submission to her and how he willingly cast his pride aside, acting so pathetically cute.

"Good boy."

Cardan shivers again. This time it’s more clear as the shiver even reaches his tail. It’s quite an adorable spectacle, really. And how lucky is Jude that he only performs like this for her, and no one else.

At this point, his length is begging to be touched. She purposefully avoided that area all this time, loving how frustrated and desperate he got because of it. Cheeky, she reaches for his thighs, grabbing them firmly then caressing them.

"You want me to finish you?"

Cardan nods, a whining sound coming out of his throat since he can’t really speak.

"Hmm… I don’t know, I’m quite tired of this already. Try pleading a bit?"

Without any hesitation, he grovels on the bed, his forehead against the soft fabric of their cover. Jude is baffled at how easy it was, she can’t even laugh. She just can’t, Cardan is truly adorable when he’s being honest. In fact, Jude is now certain that there is nothing cuter. She pets him, praising him for his display of sincerity. And as she does, his tail unreservedly moves from side to side, showing his gratefulness at the kind words of praise and her touch.

As he sits up, Jude guides him to her lap, allowing him to rest his head there as she extends her hand to the area down his navel. He makes a sound at the contact.

"Sorry baby, too sudden?"

Cardan strokes his cheek against her thigh, as if to assure her that it’s okay. But as he prepares for the up and down sensation of her beautiful fingers on his shaft… nothing comes. She’s not moving her hand.

"What’s wrong dear? Surely you can try to move on your own? Go on."

As if the humiliation of him groveling in front of her wasn’t enough, he’s now expected to please himself by moving his hips on his own? He squirms under her gaze, while not even knowing where it’s directed. Yet somehow, it feels so good to be watched, to be seen, to have somebody’s undivided attention on your whole being. And knowing that they love what they see. Losing himself in the moment, Cardan obediently does as he’s told. Well, not like he has any choice. Holding on that long was already unbearable, he needed to quench his craving.

So he kept moving his hips against her rough, yet still soft fingers. Holding onto her promise, Jude didn’t move her hand away, letting Cardan desperately thrust himself against her curled up hand. And as he felt himself reach the end, an embarrassing sound left his throat. Usually it had been low and rough, this time it was high and whiny. Almost like a whimpering pup. The pleasuring sensation gone, as his thoughts cleared up to what had just happened, reality finally hit him in the face and he felt mortified. He wanted to run and hide yet at the same time… A big part of him had loved it, being treated like this. Being loved like this. Making a fool of himself in front of his darling wife.

Little did he know that the wife in question had little restraint left in her as well, if at all.

"You’re so adorable Cardan. Please, give me one minute."

She climbed on top of him, riding his thigh. Rubbing herself on it like a depraved animal, just as much as he had. And as she did, she couldn’t hold back her voice either. Cardan suddenly felt regret, not being able to see her in that state, although feeling her stroking herself on him was admittedly thrilling in and of itself. And it quite literally did only take one minute. Turns out she was just as desperate as he was...

And as she finally freed and untangled him of all of his restraints, the exact same thought was in their minds.

They kissed.

#the folk of the air #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #tfota #fanfiction #smut #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jude x cardan #jurdan #I swear if this turns out to be my most popular post I’m gonna combust #though I highly doubt it #it would be quite funny I suppose :')

[mermaidgirl30]

Look for the Light Chapter 31

- Summary: Aly finds herself trying to escape the Boston QZ. What Aly doesn’t know is Tess is pairing her up with Joel to go on a dangerous mission to find Tommy. Will Aly survive the brooding, moody Joel or will she find herself falling hard for him?

Rain pelted on the side of the bedroom window as lightning flashed across the dim walls. You had just spent the last hour thoroughly washing off in the shower, making sure all the blood was soaked down the drain and completely off you and Joel. There was something intimate about it. The way you and Joel scrubbed each other clean, not missing a speck of crimson on the other. Carefully going over each other with the tips of your fingers. Something only an intimate couple would do. But that’s what you were now. Intimate.

Another strike of lightning hit across the sky as it lit up the dark bedroom. It was just enough light to make out his face as he stared back at you with those honey eyes. The ones you loved. The ones you couldn’t get enough of. He gently ran a hand up and down your arm slowly, soothing you from the raging storm that blew outside.

As you ran your hand slowly through his salt and pepper scruff, you found the faint scar that showed above his right eye. That deep red scar that he never mentioned before. You took your hand and ran it gently across it, noticing how it looked to be old and worn. A battle scar from his past.

You took a deep breath and gently brought the subject up. Wanting to know exactly how he got it. Wanting to know every single thing about his past. Wanting to reach into his chest and tear out all the haunted memories he had from his nightmares. Wanting to fill in the holes yourself and stitch him up, replace those broken memories with pieces of you that could make him whole again. Just so he knew he didn’t have to wear those scars alone anymore.

“That scar above your eye, where did you get it?” you asked gently, not wanting to push him over the edge. You ran another finger over the scar and he winced faintly. Reliving whatever had happened to him in the past.

He put a hand on yours and brought it down from his face, caressing his thumb over your knuckles softly. His voice was low and scratchy when he spoke, hesitant on touching the subject. “That night that Sarah died nearly killed me. Drained me of any will I had to keep going…”

He took a moment before he kept going and cleared his throat.

“That next day I took a gun and put it to my head. I was going to end it right then and there. I just didn’t see the point to keep going, keep fighting in a hopeless world. I had nothing left except for Tommy. And even that wasn’t enough to draw me away from what I was about to do. Sarah was my entire world and the best thing in my life that was taken from me. So I…I tried to kill myself that day.”

Your face went cold as the pain hit you in the gut. You hated seeing him torn up. Hated to see him hurt. A tear formed at the corner of his eye and fell down his face slowly. You caught it with your thumb and wiped it away, gently caressing his cheek as he continued.

“I pulled the trigger and flinched. The gun just grazed the side of my head, and I didn’t have the strength to try again. I just couldn’t do it. So I decided to live with the pain. Keep trekking in this godforsaken life. Without my baby girl…”

Oh, Joel.

His jaw clenched as he kept his heavy gaze on you. His eyebrows furrowed together and he was trying to keep it together. He put his hand on your wrist for support and kept his focus on you.

“Oh, Joel…I’m so sorry you had to go through that alone. That you had to carry that pain,” you said with a shaky breath.

He gently nodded his head as his bottom lip twinged. “It’s alright, darlin’. I survived it. Barely, but I managed,” he answered automatically, his eyes still heavy on yours.

“I know this doesn’t amount to much, but I would’ve helped you through it. If I would’ve known you then. I would’ve made sure you were okay,” you said with sad eyes.

“Oh, but you have helped me through. You’ve done more than that. You’ve brought me back into the light when I was stuck in the darkness. You changed me, made me want to be a better man. And for that I can’t thank you enough. You’re more than special to me. You are my world now.”

Oh.

Your eyes went wide at his confession, and you nearly melted as the words left his mouth. “Joel?” you asked lightly.

“Yeah?” he answered back.

“I’m really happy that you flinched that day. Because…because I would’ve never met you if that happened. And…and you’ve become the most special person in my life. I just couldn’t see me here with anyone else,” you answered honestly, your heart completely in your throat.

Joel sighed and took his hand and pushed back a lock of hair behind your ear, slowly drawing circles with his thumb across your cheek. Making you want to sink into his warm touch.

“Alyson, I…” he started then stopped, staring at you with intense brown eyes.

“Yes?” you asked quietly, pushing him to answer.

He took another breath before answering, his eyes the most sincere that you’ve ever seen them. “I love you…” he whispered.

Oh my God. Love? He loved you? Oh…

“You love me?” you said with wide eyes, not fully registering what he just said to you.

“I do. I love you so goddamn much. I knew it for awhile, I just didn’t know how to tell you. I’m not very good at this kind of stuff…”

Before you could even form a coherent sentence, you blurted out exactly what you had been holding in for so long. “I love you, too. So much. Joel, you don’t even know how much,” you said as a tear slid down your cheek. Joel caught it and wiped it away, still holding your face tightly in his grip.

He was beaming at you then, a genuine smile you had never seen so bright in your life. His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and his skin seemed to be glowing. He was so…happy, so genuinely happy. And it made your heart want to burst at the sight.

He sealed the distance between you and crashed his lips into yours. It was a warm, hungry kiss. The kind where your spouse was about to go off to war and leave you for months to not know if they’d come back home. He wrapped you in his arms and kissed you deeper, a desperate hunger that threatened to eat you alive. You wanted to melt into that hunger, let him ravage you until you had nothing else to give. Because you were his to take, and you’d give it all to him. Your body, your heart, your soul. It was all his.

“Make love to me, Joel…” you whispered against his lips. That was enough to stop him in his tracks and look at you with the warmest pair of chocolate eyes you had ever seen. He didn’t waste a second either.

He flipped you on your back and got on top of you, slowly grabbing your face and bringing it up to his as his lips softly planted on top of yours. It was a slow, delicate kiss as you parted your mouth for him, letting him slowly sink into you further. His tongue found yours and danced around in soft, leisure circles as he tasted like coffee and pure warmth. A taste so sweet that you wanted to swallow him whole.

He slowly undressed you, peeling off your tank top and unclasping your bra, sliding your shorts and underwear down your legs, leaving you in nothing. He threw his shirt off and took his boxers off, and then you were both bare for each other, taking in each other’s bodies, about to devour each other in the middle of the night.

You traced your hand over his broad shoulders, down his bulging biceps, down his toned abs, feeling every part of him that you could. Thunder rumbled outside, and rain tapped lightly on the window as lightning flashed against the wall again and again as your bodies made shadows across the walls in that white light.

Joel spread your legs wide, just enough for him to crawl in between, and then he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips, slowly moving over to your ear as he whispered an endearing, sweet message that was made for only you to hear.

“Alyson…baby…I love you…let me show you exactly how I feel about you.” His melodic voice dripped off his tongue with a sweet lull that vibrated through your body, a gentle caress that could pull you in, touching every single part of your body in the best possible way. Making you lose yourself in his sweet, endearing affection.

He trailed kisses down your neck, leaving you already breathless from the words he just spoke and the sensitive places he was kissing. He made his way slowly down to your breasts and then down to your center, gently kissing up and down your inner thighs. He was like a moth, so gentle and careful as he delicately kissed you from head to toe. Fueling that fire inside of you that burned for him.

As the rain poured down heavier on the roof and the thunder picked up in the distance, the noise outside covered your moans as he slowly lapped up the slick in between your legs. Twirling and sucking your clit into his mouth as warmth buzzed over you. He pulled you lower into the bed as he ravaged your insides with his tongue, with his fingers, hitting that spongy place that made you want to burst at the seams. It was too much, you were about to come undone. He pressed his tongue to your throbbing clit and sucked hard, and that was enough to make you lose it.

“Come for me, love. Please,” he begged.

And you were done. You clenched up around nothing and let yourself release as white, hot sensations took over. You wrapped your fingers around his tousled curls and threw your head back as your eyes rolled to the backs of your skull. You could feel him lapping up your release in between your legs, getting all the slick from your inner thighs.

After a couple of minutes you came back to reality. You found Joel hovering above your face as his lips hung just above yours. He pressed his lips gently to yours again as he brushed the hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead behind your ear.

“Gonna make love to ya now, sweetheart. Here, put your arms around me,” he instructed, gently guiding his arms around your neck.

“You ready?” he asked lightly.

“Mhm,” you hummed, more than ready for him to touch you again.

He took your response as a green light. He gently wrapped your legs around his back as he slowly penetrated your walls, sliding his long length in and out of you slowly. It was so delicate, so gentle the way he was touching you tonight. It was completely different than any night before. But of course it was. You both had confessed to loving one another. This was love. This was two people getting so wrapped up and lost in one another that the world didn’t matter. It was just you two melding into one together. Two hearts colliding as one.

The noisy thunder rumbled outside and rattled against the windows. You barely noticed, too wrapped up in Joel to care about the raging storm outside. Because there was a storm of your own in here. A storm you didn’t want to end. He picked up his pace and slid in and out of you, faster and faster as you felt your body start to tremble against his.

He crashed his lips down onto yours as your moans and fast breaths got tangled up in each other’s, drowning out the noise of the storm that wasn’t anywhere close to being finished. Before you knew it, you were clenching around his thick width inside you as you released all over him.

He groaned in your ear as he picked up his pace, fucking deeper inside you, bottoming out at the back of you. A few more pumps and he was spilling his white, hot seed all over your walls, making you moan at how good it felt to have him inside you. He moaned into your ear as he finished releasing his seed, gently sliding out of you ever so carefully.

He collapsed next to you in the bed and pulled you to his chest as he gently ran his fingers through your thick waves, getting lost in each other's ragged breaths. He placed a kiss against your forehead and ran his hand slowly up and down your back, gently easing you from your second orgasm of the night. You stayed like that for minutes getting lost in each other’s eyes, sending breathy I love you’s to each other in silent whispers. It was so intimate, so incredibly beautiful. Joel was just…amazing.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he pushed back another strand of hair, gently sliding his thumb across your jawline.

“I love you, Joel. More than anything,” you expressed unconditionally as you ran a hand through his tousled, messy hair.

He placed another kiss on your lips and pulled you close, serenading you with warm brown eyes and sweet confessions of love. “And I love you, Alyson. My love, my light, my angel.”

And you were done for. This is the moment you waited for for so long, and it was the most perfect, beautiful night of your life. You got lost in each other again. Over and over, making the night yours, covering yourself in his mahogany and fresh pine scent. The rain didn’t stop, the thunder kept echoing across the cold, stormy sky, but you were warm inside. With Joel. Your lover, your equal.

You spent the next several hours completely wrapped up in each other, making love time and time again. It was all twisted blankets, tangled fingers in the sheets, breathy moans, sloppy kisses, sweaty bodies, pulsing desire, and different positions. You started on the bed and somehow ended up on the floor, tangled up in the sheets as you dragged them down with you. It was the most intense, passionate moment of your life. And it was all because of Joel. The man that turned your life upside down in the best possible way.

You eventually found yourself back in the bed, wrapped up in his arms as the storm silently withdrew to just light raindrops on the window. You were completely exhausted from hours of love making, and Joel was right there with you as you felt his chest rise and fall in quick breaths.

He ran his fingers through your hair and stroked your back, sending you into a calm place somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and pulled you in closer.

“Go to sleep, baby. I’ve got you. I’m never letting you go ever again,” he whispered into your ear, a gentle lull that almost put you to sleep.

“Okay. Goodnight, Joel. I love you…” you whispered before you nodded off to sleep.

“Trust me, I love you more. You’re my everything…” he whispered back to you.

You smiled up at him and then rested your head back on his chest as you let his soft words and gentle caresses hum you to sleep. And then you dreamed of nothing but him. Your love, your light, your favorite person in the entire world.

Joel. You were home with him. Finally, at peace in the world. And you had found your happiness with him. Your forever and always.

Epilogue

Series Masterlist

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[rainydayathogwarts]

Nightingale - Peter Parker

In which reader works for her evil dad and bumps into the man who's been chasing after her for months out of work. wc: 830 Italics = flashbacks. there's a hint of tony stark in here if you squint Nightingale: a small passerine bird best known for its powerful and beautiful song

There was something familiar about him, you told yourself, but it seemed just about impossible to pin point where exactly you knew the man from. You blinked twice, breaking the eye contact with him to glance down at the packet of bandages you held in your hand. Clearing your throat, you made your way to the feminine hygiene section, looking for a pair of tweezers that would hopefully fix your problem. When you looked up again, the same man reappeared in the same isle as you, but he quickly looked away when your eyes met his once more. Jesus, you had too many enemies.

The hand free from the grocery basket you held went into your pocket, securing a grip around the pocket knife you held; it would be too risky to use your powers unmasked in public. Your father would be furious if your identity was discovered. Putting your head down, you sped up your pace, making your way towards the check out, when you bumped into someone. A loud clatter of your basket hitting the floor alerted a few customers, and your now unoccupied hand came up to grip your opposite forearm. You groaned as the man scrambled to get your things, the glass shards in your covered arm inevitably having been pushed deeper into your skin.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- you're just, I swear I feel like I've seen you before." It was him again. At the lack of an answer, he looked at where you were gripping your arm, and it looked like something in him clicked.

It dawned on you. Oh, him and his stupid spider-tingles.

"You know there's no use in running. Just tell me what you know and maybe we won't be so harsh on you." He teased. You laughed whole-heartedly, flicking through the pages of the magazine on the desk. "How bold of you to assume I'm running. I'm just getting the job done, Spider-man." He crossed his arms, the eyes on his mask getting smaller, so you assumed he wasn't very happy with you. "Just wait for it." You stated, and immediately, he was back onto you.

You dodged the webs he shot at you, instead stepping closer to him and whispering "I heard a secret..." Your voice echoed in the room, which hinted at you that he was under your spell, but a bang from behind you had you off your feet, your back slamming against the the floor. There was a ringing in your ears and a blinding pain in your left arm, which you tried to shake off, getting back on your feet instead. A muffled "I had everything under control!" told you that now was the best time to make your escape. "When I fucking hear 'I heard a secret', no one is in control but her!" The job was done, and clearly all pleasantries were over.

While Spider-Man continued his argument with his mentor or teammate, you made your way over to the glass window that had just been broken from behind the second hero. You continued your spell "I heard a secret that Spider-Man would take off his mask for me." Just as the man took off his mask, hair falling into his face, his mentor yelled, spinning towards you and shooting at you to protect his teammate. You leaped out the broken window, barely getting a glimpse of Spider-Man's real face...

"Nightingale..." He whispered, his wide brown eyes now frozen on you. "Well who knew I could've saved myself the trouble of making you remove that mask for me?" You joked, still clutching your arm. "You're hurt." He said, reaching for your arm. You flinched away from him, snatching the basket from his hands. "What? Do you care about me Spider-Man?" He shushed you loudly, looking around at the other customers whose attention was still on you. "I didn't want to hurt you- I just wanted to do my job."

"Oh don't worry, it wasn't you. That little mentor of-"

"He's not my mentor!"

You both went silent. You nodded at him in acknowledgement, spinning on your heels. "Well it was good to see you Spider-Man!" Scurrying footsteps behind you told you that he wasn't done. "I can't just let you go!" He whispered, now walking beside you. "Why don't you come home with me and I can fix you up and then... Then we can talk about it?" You chuckled, smiling up at him. "Hey, I can't just go home with someone whose name I don't even know." You joked.

"I'm Peter Parker." You went still, stopping in your steps. Turning towards him with wide eyes, your jaw went slack. "I'm Peter Parker and I know you wouldn't do what you do if he wasn't your father." You gasped, quickly breaking eye contact with him. "How do you-"

"Come on, we'll talk about it."

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[renaiswriting]

Shadows of Desire (part 3)

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan/Reader

Summary:

You always thought the only romance you would experiment with in your life was the one between pages under the flames at midnight. That was until you found him, because the feel of his fangs digging into your neck was more than addictive.

Warnings: mentions of blood and death. The character cuts her finger, but it's barely mentioned, and it's not really graphic.

Word count: 4k

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The first thing you noticed was the punching pain in your head, followed by strong hands shaking you too hard.

 

Your brother's voice was coming from far away, and the cold breeze was slowly touching you from head to toe.

 

Slowly, your vision became less blurry and dark as you came to your senses.

 

"Wait, she's blinking," you heard Mark say to your brother, who stopped moving you so roughly.

 

Your hand went straight to the back of your head, where the pain was more intense.

 

"What happened?" You asked them; your throat felt too dry; the light that once was coming through your window was now long gone, replaced with the dark night full of stars.

 

Jiji was barking with other dogs.

 

"That's what I would love to know," your brother replied, helping you sit on the floor. "We came home and found you on the floor."

 

"Don't stand up yet." Mark ordered you, "It could be dangerous."

 

"Water." You mumbled, pointing towards what you intended to grab.

 

"I got it." Mark replied, picking up the glass next to your bed and filling it with the water you always had in your bedroom.

 

The cold liquid helped you with the soreness.

"My head hurts." You complained about touching the sensitive area.

 

"It seems like you have yourself a good knock there." Mike replied, inspecting the area. "Don't you guys have ice?" He asked your bother.

 

"We have some in the fridge." He indicated him, letting Mark take care of the ice. "What were you doing?"

 

"I was cleaning my room." You answered. "I most certainly fell."

 

"Yeah, that's obvious. But why did you fall?"

 

You tried to remember what you were doing before everything turned black.

 

Your eyes went to the (still) open window.

 

You felt ghostbumps run through your body.

 

"I saw—" you said, cutting yourself down. The reaction of your brother when you brought back that single bloody blonde strand was enough to make you think of a better excuse rather than tell him the truth.

"What did you see?" Your brother pressured you when you kept quiet for a second too long.

"I saw a bird." You replied, trying to look as honest as you could. You weren't a good liar.

"A bird?" Your brother asked incredulously. "You're telling me a bird made you fall and hit your head that hard that you have been on the floor for God knows how long?"

"Ah-ha," you nodded. Accepting the ice that Mark was handing you. It felt really cold against your fingers—so cold that it made your fingers hurt. "It was really big; it was flying near my window. It terrified me; I think Jiji barking at it was what scared it and, eventually, made it fly near my window."

Mark and Luke exchanged a quick glance.

Luke took his hand and put it on your forehead.

"I'm fine." You complained, smacking his hand away from you.

"Maybe we should reschedule that beer for another day." Mark mumbled to Luke.

"What beer?" you asked them.

Like sighed. "Mark and I were planning on going to James' place to have a beer tonight, but I think it would be better to—"

"Oh, no. Go." You interrupted your brother. "I'll be fine; it was just a hit in my head; it's not a big deal."

"You sure?" Luke asked unsurely, but you could see in his eyes that he was just a nod away from accepting the idea.

"I don't know Luke." Mark replied instead. "Those hits in the head can be pretty dangerous. I think it would be for the best to just stay here and check on her for the night."

"It doesn't even hurt anymore." You shook your head, regretting it instantly as the sudden movement made the pain worse.

"What should we do?" Luke asked Mark, trusting his friend to make the final decision.

"Go, really. I'll be fine on my own. I'll mostly read anyway. If something happens, I can always go to Susan."

Mark nodded, looking back at Luke. "Okay then, if you guys are sure that nothing will happen,"

"If anything happens, you go straight to Susan's house, you understand?" Your brother asked.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it. Now go and have your beer."

Your brother gave you a last look before closing the door, hearing a loud laugh as none of them made their way towards James' house.

 

You felt uneasy as you saw your brother and his best friend walking into the forest.

 

James' house was all the way to the other side of the town, and it took around four minutes to get there from your house. The forest was some sort of short way to get there, and you would usually not give it a second thought, but the memories from earlier made you feel like throwing up.

 

He wouldn't believe you even if you told him, so instead you prayed that, since he was with Mark, he would be safe. It would be two against one in the worst-case scenario.

 

You couldn't even trust yourself with what you saw; after all, it could all be a product of your imagination.

 

Your brother always told you all these sorts of stories that your mom always swears to see. All sorts of creatures and situations that were nowhere near true.

 

You approached the nearest window, keeping an eye on the two figures that were getting closer and closer to the forest. The tallest one turned around, waving his hand as if he knew you were watching.

 

Of course he did. Sometimes it felt like Mark knew you better than your own brother.

 

You waved back, closing the curtains once they were too far into the forest for you to see them.

 

The house felt quiet again, and something in your gut made you feel, once again, uneasy. You hear Jiji drinking water, and without thinking twice, you open the door to let it inside.

 

Jiji came running, smelling everything as she made her way towards the sofa. You didn't feel like eating, but if you cooked something, you could also give it to Jiji.

"You're hungry?" You asked Jiji. The dog didn't really understand what you asked, but since you were looking at it, Jiji waved its tail at you. "Okay then."

 

The smell of meat filled the house, and Jiji was patiently waiting next to you for some of it to so it could eat it.

You lost track of the time; you were way too focused on cooking to realize how late it was getting.

Jiji had fallen asleep next to you, and you enjoyed the sound of Jiji's deep breath and the knife against the meat and the vegetables.

The meat filled the silence as it started to cook in the hot pan.

The sound of leaves being crushed under something heavy woke Jiji up, making the dog stand up protectively in front of you with its ears moving quickly from one side to the other, trying to catch where the noise was coming from.

Jiji growled, and it sounded so angry that it made you flinch.

You couldn't bring yourself to calm Jiji down; you were afraid that whatever was outside could hear you as well.

You gripped the knife tighter, your knuckles turning white as you tried to calm yourself down.

It was probably just another dog, maybe a cat. You repeated it to yourself.

Jiji walked angry to the door, barking and jumping to try and open the door to chase whatever was the other way away.

 

You took a deep breath, counting to ten. The fast beat of your heart was making you feel more and more scared.

 

Jiji was usually a pretty calm dog and a really protective one as well, but you never saw him acting so angry.

 

You contemplate going to your brother's room and scape towards Susan's house through the window he had.

 

But you couldn't let Jiji alone.

 

And also, there was nothing that guaranteed you that whatever was outside wouldn't hear you opening that window. It could easily run towards the back of the house and catch you.

 

You had to stop yourself from wandering around with that idea. For all you knew, it could literally be a rabbit, and it would most likely run away as soon as it heard any noise.

 

It was just that having Jiji bark so furiously without scaring you was something you kept in mind.

Something fell outside, making a loud noise as it hit one of the walls.

 

Whatever it was, it was really big because that had been such a loud noise, like something heavy.

 

You jumped into place, the knife falling from your grip. The sudden movement made Jiji go back into protective mode, barking again.

 

Maybe Mark's coming home way too wasted; it would be the first time that Mark had come to your house in such conditions.

 

Last month, the young man fell straight into your window, breaking it with his head, and ended up in Sarah's house to have her check on the wound.

 

But Jiji was way too used to having Mark around; the human had known Jiji since the dog was a little puppy.

Armed with courage, you advanced, as quietly as possible, to the window next to the door, running the curtain enough to be able to look out the most secretly.

Everything was dark, and nothing was moving.

You tried to look on both sides, knowing that it could have moved to the other side of the house, but you were met with absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

You frowned, glancing at Jiji, who now seemed way calmer. The dog was now looking at the floor, its tail relaxed. You both exchanged a look; Jiji moved lazily with its tail as you did, and once you moved apart from the window to go back to finish your dinner, Jiji decided to take a nap on the sofa.

Well, you thought, if Jiji is calm now, then there's no danger near us.

So you spent the next ten minutes taking your plate and a glass of water to the table.

You had definitely cooked way too much food, you noticed, and your brother would most likely eat it tomorrow anyways, because if that day was like any other day, he would come when the sun was already welcoming everybody and would wake up just in time for lunch.

 

Two knocks on the front door started both you and Jiji, making the dog go back to barking.

 

"Shhh, Jiji." You tried to calm down, Jiji. You usually never get any visits that late at night, but sometimes Susan goes to your house late at night when she finds out there is a missing sheep.

 

So, with these past experiences of helping Susan with her missing sheep, you opened the door without checking who was on the other side.

 

Like your father taught you from a young age.

So, still trying to calm down your dog, you didn't really look at who was standing outside.

"Sorry for all that noise, Sus—" You froze right on the spot as you felt all the blood and warmth of your body dissipate into thin air. Two pairs of gray eyes were looking right into yours; his eyes were so light that they could easily be white. His pale skin looked more like snow in the dark night, only illuminated by the light inside the house. The escarlet blood he had from his noise right down below his mouth made him look even paler.

His blonde hair was moving with the wind.

You closed your eyes.

This was just that. And alluviation, just like your father suspected you would experience when you were older.

You slowly started opening them; the figure was still standing in front of you, his eyes still looking back at yours.

"Can I come in?" His voice was smooth, just like the butter in the toast you had that morning. He had delicate features. So his voice being soft was something that, somehow, you had pictures of in your mind whenever you thought about him. He didn't try to come closer, still waiting for your invitation, but taking your silence as a clue to what could be the answer, he tried again. "It hurts."

You moved away, almost as if you were in a trance. "Of course, I'm sure we have something for your wounds." Your voice came out of your mouth, and it felt like listening to a radio in the background. Why were you accepting his request to come inside? especially when you were alone?

Your brother was not a big fan of letting you have visits when you were alone at night, and you were pretty much forbidden from getting any men (putting extra emphasis on men he didn't know) in the house.

You felt dizzy.

 

"Please take a seat." You told him, seeing the strange man walking to the sofa. Jiji was nowhere near happy with the sudden visit, growing angry at him.

 

You rushed to the bathroom, where you had a first aid kit, and took a bottle of alcohol and some cotton.

 

"This is going to burn." You informed him as you walked closer to the strange man. He didn't reply; instead, he looked intently at your every move. Your face came closer to his, and you found yourself holding your breath.

 

His cheeks were warm, something that you found kind of upsetting as you remembered him feeling cold.

 

You started desinfecting the wound, but you couldn't find where it was. You were only cleaning more and more blood until it was almost dry on his face.

 

You couldn't find what had made him bleed that much.

 

You frowned, moving your eyes over his skin.

 

"Where is it?" You decided to ask instead, and the strange man moved back, leaving some space between the two of you. It was almost like an instinctive reaction, but the moment he wasn't in your senses, you could feel the oxygen filling your lungs.

"It's okay now." He replied instead, finally moving his eyes from you to Jiji, who was now coming closer to both of you. The dog did not like the stranger one bit.

"What's your name?" You asked him. That was something you had been dying to know; you needed to put a name to the face you had been seeing nonstop in your nightmares every single night.

The stranger kept quiet for a few minutes, almost like he was thinking.

"If you're going to give me a fake one, don't bother." You commented, rolling your eyes.

He chuckled.

That surprised you.

"Jeonghan." He finally replied.

You had no idea if that was his actual name, but considering how long it took him to say that one, you didn't really bother to ask again.

If he wanted to be Jeonghan, then that's the name you were giving him in your mind.

"Then how did you get that wound, Jeonghan?"

"I don't remember."

 

"How could you not remember what made you have that much blood?" You frowned.

 

Jeonghan shrugged his shoulders.

 

"Then why were you knocking on my door?" You tried again.

 

"Your house was the only one with light. I tried knocking on another house, but no one opened."

 

You nodded; it was pretty late already, so it did make some sense.

 

You looked at him once again. Jeonghan was now looking at the big pile of books you had on the table near the sofa, reading the titles of them.

 

He wasn't commenting on any of them.

 

"Do you read? You asked him.

 

Jeonghan shook his head, still reading the back of one of them. "I don't like books; they make my head hurt."

 

"Oh, really?"

 

"Mmm."

 

"I, um, was about to eat; do you wanna have some?" You offered, your stomach was crying for some food, and the stranger didn't seem to be planning on leaving anytime soon.

 

"No, thank you; I already ate. You enjoy your meal."

You nodded, asking one more time just to make sure before proceeding with your meal.

 

Jeonghan sat at the table in front of you, still admiring the interior of your house.

 

"You changed your mind?" you asked.

 

"No, it just feels rude to be away from the table when someone is eating."

 

You wanted to tell him it was more awkward to have him in front of you if he weren't eating, but you kept it to yourself.

 

Instead, you dedicated yourself to studying his features again; there was still some blood on his face. "The bathroom is the first door on the left," you told him.

 

The moment he left you alone, you closed your eyes once again. Everything felt like a dream. First, you saw him looking pretty much dead, and as soon as you brought your brother to where the body was, he wasn't there. Now, after you spent hours looking at every single missing person or death person article in the news papers, he simply came in knocking on your door with half of his face bloody.

 

Everything sounded so ridiculous that you wanted to laugh.

 

You took the knife, pinching yourself with it. If it was a dream, you told yourself, you either didn't feel the pain or you would wake up instantly.

 

"What are you doing?" The smooth voice asked You jumped in your seat; you haven't heard Jeonghan walking back to the kitchen. You wanted to laugh once again, but this time because the man still had some blood on his face.

"There's a mirror in the bathroom, right in front of the sink; why didn't you use it?"

 

His eyes were dark. His eyes were okay. Your bloody thumb was running free on your hand and table.

The knife accidentally touched the small wound you had made yourself on your own finger.

"Aw." You cried.

Jeonghan took some steps backward.

"It's okay," you reassured him, "it's not even half the blood you had on your face."

Jeonghan nodded, looking anywhere but you.

Oh, you thought, he must be afraid of blood.

You remembered your aunt always passing out whenever she saw blood.

Just in that moment, you realized how long it's been since the last time you thought about your late aunt Melissa, quickly sending her a prayer and hoping that she was doing well.

You grabbed the closest tissue you had near the table, covering your thumb with it.

You both kept quiet while you finished your meal; Jeonghan didn't come back to the place he was sitting before, and, honestly, you ordered it that way.

"You have been chewing on that fork for the past six minutes." Jeonghan calmly told you.

"How do you know?" The man was still on the sofa, his back facing you. He hadn't looked in your direction, not even once, and you knew this would be a good use of your eyes, which haven't left his back since he sat down there.

"Because it's loud."

You dropped your fork. That had been your last bite anyway, and your stomach wasn't ready for more food; it was already happy with what it had, having had enough to entertain itself for a while.

"I didn't mean for you to stop eating," Jeonghan said quickly as he heard the fork coming into contact with your plate and the chair moving.

You approached the sofa, sitting next to him with some space between your bodies. Jiji sat on your lap; the dog was way too big to fit comfortably on your lap, but you appreciated the extra space Jiji left in between your bodies. Jeonghan didn't want to be near Jiji. Not to mention that Jiji was extra warm and the house was getting colder; the fire was almost nonexistent.

You had to remind yourself to go and bring another one before going to sleep, or the house would be freezing the next morning.

Both of your attentions were on the fire in front of you, looking at the beautiful flames moving and consuming all the wood.

 

Jiji's head falls on your hand, asking for pets.

 

"Have we met before, Jeonghan?" You asked, and your voice was barely a whisper. Your eyes felt heavy, and your body was aching with sleep.

 

"No." Jeonghan asked; his voice was clearer than yours, but it was almost as quiet.

 

"I've seen you before." You insisted, "Outside. On the ground."

 

Jeonghan shifted uncomfortably.

 

"I don't know what you're talking about."

 

"(Y/n)"

 

"I don't know what you're talking about, (y/n)."

"Okay," you said, giving in too easily, your mind way too tired to start a fight with someone you didn't really know.

"I'm not from the town." He added it right when you were just about to fall asleep, following Jiji's steps.

"What about your parents? Maybe they knew my dad; he was well known."

"They didn't come in here with me."

"Oh, they're still in your hometown, then?" You asked, yawing.

"They're dead."

His sentence interrupted your yawn. You didn't know what to do; you didn't want to pity him, and you always hated when people pitied you when they found out about your family situation.

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh." He repeated it with a smile on his face. The smile didn't stop reaching his eyes.

"Mine are also dead." You added.

"Are they? I'm sorry for your loss."

"I'm sure I saw you that night, though. You were so cold."

Jeonghan shook his head, this time looking right into your eyes, and said, "Whatever you think you saw, forget about it. It's nonsense; this is not some sort of fairy tale."

"Okay, I'm sorry," you heard yourself replying. "I'll forget about it."

Jeonghan nodded, pleased with your answer.

"Aren't you tired, (y/n)? You should go to sleep now. Your brother might come in no time, and he wouldn't like to know you're awake."

You nodded, moving from the sofa.

You were yawing again, but this time it was louder than the one you had before.

A knock was heard on the other side of the door; this time, Jiji was too sleepy to react the way he usually did.

Jeonghan stopped you before you could move in the door's direction.

"It's okay; it's probably Susan for one of her sheep."

"Don't tell her I'm here." He ordered you.

"Why not? She's friendly."

 

Jeonghan didn't reply; instead, he went to the kitchen. Far away from the door.

 

You shrugged. He was weird.

 

"Goodnight, Susan," you say as you answer the door with a sleepy smile on your face.

 

"I'm so sorry for coming this late; did you happen to hear one of my sheep near your house? I'm missing like three of them."

 

"No, I'm sorry, but I'll keep an eye outside, just in case I see them."

 

The sound of a glass breaking against the floor interrupted your conversation.

 

"Could I ask your brother?"

 

"Oh, my brother is at a friend's house at the moment, but I'll tell him when he gets home."

 

"Thank you, goodnight." Susan replied.

 

"I think I broke your glass," Jeonghan apologized when you closed the door.

But something just clicked in your mind, making you feel scared all of a sudden.

 

"If we didn't meet before, how do you know I have a brother?" You panicked, trying to open the door without turning, not wanting to move your eyes out of Jeonghan or make any sort of move.

 

His eyes turned fully black, and you felt yourself fighting with your own body; it was like you wanted to run but you were frozen. Your kind felt dizzy once again.

 

"This is the first time we met, and you were about to go to sleep. Thank you for the sugar, (y/n)."

 

You found yourself smiling, but your head felt empty and heavy at the same time. Just like you were floating around.

 

"You're welcome; uh, it seems like I didn't really catch your name."

 

"Jeonghan." He replied with a smile.

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[esha-isboogara]

𝓑𝓮𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 ♡

AHHHH !!! he is the subject of all my horny thots recently

andrew!peter x afab reader

peter doesn’t like to be teased

☆ LETS GO MINORS-THERES THE DOOR!! , porn what plot, lots of dirty talk, foreplay, female pronoun’s uses

You could feel your knees grow weak as he stared down at you , his chocolate colored eyes darkened by lust.

“You’re such a fucking tease y/n” Peter growled as he stepped closer to you. At this point you could feel your back against the wall.

You were cornered.

“I..Im sorry i promise it won’t happen again “

He wrapped his large hand around my neck.

“Oh nooo , youre not getting out of this easily. Tonight I’m in control. You do what I say and nothing more, think you can do that”?

You nodded slowly,avoiding looking at his face knowing damn well you’d crumble if you met his face for too long.

“There you go, good girl...now listen carefully” he growled as he used his other hand to run his hand over both your breasts and down your stomach stopping at the button of your jeans. “you’re gonna be on your absolute best behavior for me tonight got it ? If you can pull that off I’ll consider going easier on you”.

Despite the harsh words he still wore a warm smile. You knew if you really didn’t want to go through with this he’d honor your decision.

You nodded again “I understand daddy”. By this point the pool in your panties had soaked through ,you knew you werent going to be able to take everything you were about to be given and you loved it.

Without any sort of warning he shoved you down on the sofa , still hovering above you. The tent in his jeans was becoming more obvious by the second. It was so hard to tear your eyes away from it.

“God..you look so damn sexy when you’re submissive” he mumbled ,getting closer to you and leaning down to reach his hand down your pants.

“Oh? You’re so wet already ? What more would i expect from my little whore” Peter whispered ,rubbing your clit through your panties. You could feel his warm breath against my neck as he placed small kisses on my sweet spots.

The sudden rush of feeling caused you to let out a small moan. His hand flew up to cover your mouth. Carefully he removed my jeans so i was left in nothing more than a large t-shirt and my underwear.

“Shhh i don’t want you to make any noise. Be a good girl and stay quiet for daddy” He shushed , as he continued his movements. His cold hands felt amazing against the soft fabric.

You wanted nothing more than to feel his touch against your bare skin. Using the pad of his thumb he rubbed agonizingly slow circles on your clit , using his pointer to trace your hole. By now you were clenching around nothing

“I can’t wait to destroy your tight little pussy ... i know you want my dick to stretch you out and rearrange those guts”

A tight knot was forming in your core. Biting your lip you tried your best to keep quiet. Your breath became labored as he sped up.

Parting my lips against his palm,a whine escaped your lips. It only took a few more movements of his fingers before the knot in your stomach broke. Like a wave your orgasm hit.

As soon as the noise escapes your mouth he stops and he looks you straight in the eye,leaning up.

“What a shock. Little Y/n can’t stop herself from cumming on my fingers.“ he chided, cupping my face in his hand forcing my head up so i could look him in the eye.

“I bet that felt good didn’t it ? My fingers inside you? You just can’t help yourself can you”?

“N..No...I’m sorry Peter”

Your answer only made him grip your face harder. “I hate to break it to you doll but you can’t

I shook my head , trying to speak but he was squeezing my cheeks too hard.

“Bad little girls get punished” he said bluntly,pulling you up and laying me across his lap.

“What are you gonna do to me“? I asked , not ready for a spanking.

“You’ll see” he answered ripping my panties off of my body. A shiver ran through my body as he did so.

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[vamossainz55]

Puppy Love (1.3k) | Mick Schumacher x Reader

req from anon: mick would be the cutest hopeless romantic bf. like you know how I’m rom com books/movies the guy is head over heels for their lover. sweet angel mick picking ur fav flowers and a whole movie marathon for you, just because 😌

a/n: tysm for the request!! ahhh i get so happy and excited that i literally need to write it right away. i did a bit of a twist? did i get carried away? maybe. but golden retriever mick energy for sure (so basically canon). i refuse to believe he would be any other way and he would basically move mountains and oceans for you. he'd adore you. anyways first non-carlos fic? published at least hehe. okay that is all. i hope u enjoy anon <3. (sorry i didnt do the movie marathon but i threw it a little in there)

warnings: none. just tooth-rotting fluff really. oh and late night writing so pls lmk if there are any mistakes <3

reqs are currently open

gif credit to acrosstobear

You had your fair share of shitty boyfriends throughout the years but every moment you spent with Mick made you realize the wait was definitely worth it. 

It was the first date that really gave you a hint. The way he had knocked on your door instead of waiting in the car. The way he happily introduced himself to your parents, promising with his sweet smile to return you home by your curfew, and he did. 

You joked with your friends, how it wouldn’t last long, and deep down you were scared for a bit but there wasn’t a single day that the German boy proved differently. Even when he finally got his seat in F1, he never failed to show you that you were his main priority. 

“I can’t wait to see you, my love,” Your boyfriend says, and you can’t help but smile at the small pixelated video of him on your phone. He had one more race before the summer break- and you had tried your best to make it but your boss had set a last minute meeting that made it impossible for you to get there in time. 

“Can’t wait to see you too babes,” You promise, sending kisses through the screen as you hear someone call for him in the background. You see Mick pout, telling whoever in the team to give him five more minutes and you can’t help but smile fondly. “Please go, they’re gonna hate me at this point.” You laugh, since you both well know this was his third time asking for more time. 

“Fine, fine.” he says with a sigh before giving you a quick wave. “I love you.” He says making you smile and he waits before hanging up wanting to hear your reply. Of course you say it back. 

_________

You come home a bit later than expected and you’re a bit frazzled, you need to go pick up Mick at the airport early in the morning so you had hoped to get some cleaning around your apartment but you were exhausted. You quietly slip off your shoes and hang your keys on the small hook by the mirror before turning on the lights.

Your bag hits the floor the same time you look up and you can’t help but freeze, seeing the whole apartment tidied up and what? The clothes that were scattered around your living room were all gone, your books were all placed neatly in the shelves, and you even notice that the plants look a bit more freshened up. 

Soon you see a blonde mop of hair and blue eyes peeking from the kitchen. “Surprise!” And you can’t help but feel your chest swell. Mick’s coming at you at full force and you’re engulfed in his arms. 

“Oh my god,” You say with a laugh, holding onto him tight as he lifts you up in the air. He takes this opportunity to spin you before carrying you to the couch. “What the hell?” You say once he sits down. He makes sure to rest you on his lap, and can’t help but run his hand on your thigh as you instinctively straddle him. You’re cupping his cheeks with a wide smile, looking over his eyes.

“You’re a doofus. Weren’t you supposed to be here tomorrow?” You ask, still grinning from ear to ear. He barely has time to answer before you’re peppering his lips with kisses and he’s never one to complain, making sure to return every single peck back. “Oh my god,” You say, still stunned. 

“Managed to get an earlier flight,” he says with a smile, this time cupping your cheeks to look over your face endearingly and the look he gives you makes you want to cry. 

“I ordered your favorite take out.” He says with a smile, “and I’ve loaded up your favorite movie.” He says and you shake your head. 

“Aren’t you tired?” You ask with a laugh and he rolls his eyes. 

“Never too tired for you.” He says before gently setting you to the side. “Now you sit down and relax. You’ve had a long day.” He says, gently turning you so you are facing the coffee table. You bite the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from smiling when you find your favorite daffodils sitting nicely on the coffee table along with a pack of your favorite chips along with your favorite chocolate bar. 

“I’m back.” Mick smiles, soon carrying to the table the take out from your favorite asian restaurant along with a glass of wine. He sets it down on the table in front of you before rushing to get his own. You open your container once he’s seated next to you and smile. Of course he ordered you fried rice with sweet and sour chicken. 

“I got it right?” He asks curiously and you can’t help but roll your eyes fondly. When did he ever get it wrong?

“No peas too,” You say with a laugh before looking at him. “What did I do to deserve you?” You ask with a smile. He gives you a bashful and shy shrug before he’s telling you all about his race and how he had thought he had completely bottled it before ending in the points and you just can’t help but think how easy it is. 

You snuggle into Mick’s side on the couch later that night, Mick being completely out before the movie had ended. You could tell he was tired from traveling and setting everything up. Quickly you check his phone, wanting to plug it in before it died but you accidentally unlock it with your thumb and you had almost forgotten that you had to try to convince Mick to get a new phone. 

You furrow your brows when his phone instantly opens to the notes app with a note already open, but soon you’re smiling quietly to yourself when you notice the title. ‘yn’s favorite things and everything i love about her’. You let out a quiet but breathless laugh as you go to plug in his phone.

“Baby, stay.” Mick grumbles, soon pulling you in again and you can’t help but give in, snuggling into his side again and you swear your heart grows two sizes. You’re so inlove with him that it almost hurts. 

“I’d never leave you, don’t worry.” You say softly, giving his cheek a gentle kiss before pulling one of your blankets over you both. He lets out a satisfied but sleepy sigh, murmuring something in his sleep before pulling you closer. 

(And if Mick was tired from having spent almost three hours looking for the perfect daffodils for you since most stores were out of stock, nobody needed to know. The way you smiled at him when you saw them was already enough.)

a/n: once again as always tysm for reading hope you enjoy <3. i am enjoying a lot doing reqs atm so please know there are still open.

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