Gown riding up so that he can see that pretty little cunt in the low blue glow of the television.
He really should warm up first, but he can't wait. Big meaty hands gripping her thighs that feel so fucking hot. Like sinking his fingers in to warm dough.
She whines in her sleep and he tuts quietly.
"Shhh baby, I know."
He rubs her thighs for a moment letting her settle back into sleep before he opens her legs up. Calloused fingers swipe through her folds feeling the slick there.
"My sweet girl must have missed me." He thinks as he lets one finger sink into her, feeling her body clench around the intrusion. He works it slowly as he one hand traces the swell of her breast under the gown.
Her eyelashes give a little flutter when he sinks a second finger in. A moan leaves her parted lips as he moves to undo his belt, each sleepy little noise making him leak into his boxers.
Her fluttering slick walls welcome his cock like coming home and he has to nuzzle into her neck to stop the groan that threatens to leave his lips. Each deep grind has her cunt fluttering and squeezing around him as her body starts to a wake up. Her thighs twitching to open more for him and her arms lazily wrapping around his neck.
"Should have waited till the morning, but I couldn't" He pants against the corner of her mouth before meeting her lips in a sloppy, slow kiss. Dragging his tongue in and out of her mouth as he filled her in both holes.
"S'okay" she whines when he breaks away "feels good, so full". That's all the confirmation he needs hips picking up their pace to hear the sharp slap of skin and her warbled moans filling the still night air.
"Gonna give daddy what he wants?" He groans as a calloused thumb drops to her slippery clit making tight circles. "Can feel you squeezin' me, baby, fuck..." His thrusts go sloppy as she soaks his cock and he spills off into her dropping his forehead to hers.
"Gonna have to do that more often." She giggles and he couldn't agree more.
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Synopsis: The internet goes crazy when a Stranger Things Actress hard launches a relationship with a popular Smosh cast member.
Got the idea after seeing this TikTok!
September of 2017
You got out of your car alongside your best friend and Co-Star Joe Keery. The two of you had been called in by the Duffer Brothers for chemistry reads.
They didn’t give you a whole lot of information, just that a new character would be entering the show next season and they wanted to create a new love triangle. You were over joyed at the idea as that meant you might be getting a love interest in the show. However you weren’t particularly thrilled about this Chemistry read being scheduled on your only day off in the last month. Joe convincing you to come with the promise of coffee before and lunch after.
Your character’s name was Rebecca June Sinclair. The oldest siblings and current best friend of Jonathan Byers. Now with season two premiering in a month, your character has yet to get a love interest. She is depicted as the town loner who wears leather jackets and hates all forms of authority that aren’t her parents. So she is like the complete opposite of Steve.
“I’m so excited.” You smiled pushing your sunglasses up on your head, glancing at Joe when he put his arm around you. After stopping for coffee the idea of working on your off day had become a little bit more bearable.
“I think they’re probably gonna lean into the Steve/Nancy/Jonathan thing so maybe it’ll be like a love line instead of an actual triangle.” He muttered deep in thought about the future of your characters. You couldn’t help but agree, your character deserved some happiness because she hasn’t had any yet.
Entering the office building you made your way to the conference room to see both Duffers sitting at the table.
Greeting them you and Joe sat down talking amongst yourselves for a bit before it was time to start.
Once the process started you guys were given two headshots of the two actresses you’d be meeting today. One for Maya Hawke who you were vaguely familiar with after doing a movie with her dad and one for Angela Giarratana, who you had never met.
Ross explained that it was down to the two of them and they really just wanted to see your chemistry together before final decisions were made. You felt a bit bad that there entire future revolved around your ability to immediately get along but that’s acting.
Maya Hawke came in first and the chemistry between the three of you had been instant. The three of you began joking and laughing as if you were old friends before the script reading even started. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the Duffer’s studying the three of you while whispering to each other and making notes.
“Okay let’s get started. We’re going to have you read scenes from Pretty In Pink, The Outsiders, & the Breakfast Club. Maya, feel free to play with the script a little. We just want to see how the three of you can interact with a script and feed off each other.” Matt explained as he handed out the scripts. The three of you happily nodded, scanning the pages in your heads. After a moment you were each given a role to read and told to pick how you’d like to deliver it.
It was nice to get to play around with a script without the pressure of auditioning being on you. Maya even improved a bit with you and Joe easily being able to flow through it with her.
Once the script reading was done, it seemed incredibly apparent that casting really liked her for the role. It was strategically perfect. Maya was the daughter of two famous actors, she had a movie coming out soon. Casting her would do wonders for the show’s reach.
After Maya left and a short lunch break, it was Angela’s turn. From the moment she entered the room you were instantly in awe of her. Like you knew from her picture that she would be beautiful, but to see her standing in front of you? You practically felt speechless.
Angela’s chemistry read went wonderfully, or at least you hoped it did. You couldn’t help but be distracted by her eyes.
But she was good. She was funny. However she seemed to click more with you than Joe, not that you were personally complaining about it. But you knew they wanted someone who clicked with both of you.
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As you were heading out to leave you noticed Angela standing near a bench in front of the building.
“Uh, I’ll meet you at the car.” You muttered to Joe before handing him your keys. He looked at you in confusion for a moment before you tilted your head towards Angela. He shot you a knowing looking before he took the keys with a smirk. You watched to make sure he was a decent distance away before walking over to Angela.
“Hey…” You nervously greeted. Her head immediately shot up from her phone and she smiled at you.
“Hey.” She replied in the same tone holding her hand out towards you while pulling her earbuds from her ears.
“I’m Angela- but you already know that because we were literally in a room together not even an hour ago. I’m sorry, I’m nervous and when I get nervous I get awkward. Then I sort of do this rambling things that I’m doing right now. So um, feel free to say something to stop me any time.” She spoke with wide eyes, shaking your hand the entire time. You let out an involuntary giggle that seemed to catch her off guard because she quickly went quiet. The two of you just staring into each other’s eyes as your hand still rested comfortably in her’s.
You both seemed to snap out of your fog when a car alarm went off nearby.
“Right sorry, um I just wanted to say that I thought you were really talented. And it was nice meeting you today.” You explained slowly pulling your hand away from her’s. Mentally you frowned at how cold your hand suddenly felt outside of her grip, but you refused to act on it.
“You too. You uh, you’re talented too. I’d love to work with you someday, even if I don’t get this role. Which I might not because I feel like I totally bombed that reading in there.” Angela explained while running her hands through her hair as if she was suddenly self conscious. You looked around for a moment, your eyes catching a nearby bird as you tried to gather some confidence.
“Well, if you want. I was thinking maybe I could get your instagram or something? I’d love to stay in touch.” You asked hopefully and Angela looked shocked. As if she wasn’t expecting you to actually enjoy her presence enough to want to talk to her again. However because you could chicken out and change your mind you just handed her your phone. She took it, hesitantly looking at your unlocked screen. Instagram right in the center.
Suddenly her hesitation felt like disinterest and you felt bad. You didn’t want to press a friendship with someone who didn’t want it. Gosh what were you thinking? If she doesn’t get the role then she’d probably never talk to you again. I mean she’d literally have no reason to. Maybe it was a bad idea to come over and talk to her. You should have just ignored her and went to the car with Joe.
“Only if you want to-“ You were cut off by her clicking the app and finding the search bar. She found her Instagram and you were surprised to see it said ‘Follow Back’.
She was already following you? The cute girl from the chemistry read was already following you?!
“I accept a dm from you.” She said with a wink. Handing your phone back to you as a car pulled up.
“Yeah, I-I will.” You muttered thrown off but her sudden confidence. You watched as she got in the car and it drove off. Then you quickly rushed over to your car, jumping in the passenger seat.
“I take it, it went well?” Joe smirked from the driver seat as he was adjusting your radio stations.
“I think it did.” You agreed with a fond sigh.
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The months that followed were incredibly hectic. Season Two of Stranger Things had premiered and you were doing press. Flying to a new location every other day.
While you tried to build a friendship with Angela, it was just a really busy time. However she didn’t seem to mind. You would talk whenever you had a free moment. Sometimes she’d send you funny edits of yourself or your character. You’d talk about her, and what auditions she’d done recently.
By Christmas of that year, you had exchanged numbers. FaceTiming each other every night. Angela had quickly become an incredibly important person in your life.
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March 2018
Angela answered the FaceTime call on the second ring. The two of you said nothing for what felt like a long time and then she sighed.
“I didn’t get the part.” She murmured sadly. Of course you knew, both of you found out probably from the same article posted this morning by E!News, and then reposted on the official instagram page.
‘Maya Hawke Joins the cast of Netflix’s hit show Stranger Things ahead of its third season.’
“I’m so sorry Ang. I know how bad you wanted it, and if it were up to me that role would have been yours.” You offered reassuringly and the brunette laughed shaking her head as she ran her hands through her hair. She’d been debating on cutting it for months but hasn’t yet.
“Careful, if Netflix hears you talking like that, you won’t make it to the end of the show.” She joked referring to how strict your media training meetings have been over the years. You only laughed as you studied her face in the screen.
“It’s okay to be disappointed Ang. I mean we’ve literally spent months imagining the idea of working together. Imagining what it would be like to see both our names on that call sheet. Imagining what it would be like to be in the same city for longer than a day because you’d be right next to me on that plane, going wherever I had to fly to. You’re a good actress, you’re funny, you’re kind, and you’re amazingly talented. You would have killed this role. So it’s okay to be upset about it. I’m upset.” You explained with a simple shrug as if saying all of that was the easiest thing in the world. And in truth it was. You’d known Angela less than a year but she was already so incredibly important to you.
“Stop I’m literally gonna cry.” She mumbled covering her face with the hand that wasn’t holding her phone.
“I’m not saying anything that isn’t true.” You laughed
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The filming of Season three had been different for any other season.
It was the first time everyone had literally been separated from each other for filming. Normally in shoot blocks you still would have been on set to see the rest of the castle but this time around was different. Instead you spent every work day with Joe, Maya, Priah, and Gaten.
In fact even though Lucas was your character’s brother, you found that you didn’t have a single solo scene with Caleb. No shared dialogue, or anything. When everyone met up at the mall in episode 7, your character doesn’t say a word to Lucas. You thought it was odd, and when the two of you brought it up. The Duffers explained that your characters talked off screen.
You still managed to portray the concerned older sibling with glances and gestures. But you knew fans would pick up on it. They always picked up on those things.
You wanted nothing more than to complain about it to Angela, but you couldn’t. Even if contracts didn’t stop you, Angela preferred to wait for the final product. The only thing she made you promise was to tell her if your character dies.
So instead you spent nights on FaceTime talking about random things. Like pets you wanted as a child, plans for when the show eventually ends, dream vacations.
Then it happened. Some were between the mid way point of filming and the warp of production. The change had been so subtle that you didn’t even notice it. You didn’t notice that your feelings for Angela stopped being friendly and being migrating to romantic interest. You knew you had to do something about it.
So while everyone was getting ready for the wrap party, you were boarding a flight. From Atlanta straight to Los Angeles. It had started as a joke from Joe when you mentioned missing her and you had a plane ticket before the conversation was over.
It wasn’t until the halfway point that you realized you had absolutely no idea what you were doing. You hadn’t seen Angela in person since the chemistry read. A sure you talked more often than not, but what if texts and calls was all she wanted? Now you’re just showing up? To confess your feelings as if you had any idea this was something she’d want. Ok maybe not actually confess your feelings. Because you were 100% certain what those feelings actually were. But you still wanted to see her without looking at a screen. Seeing her as your friend would be enough.
You spent the rest of your flight contemplating if you should just get on another plane once you landed. Go home or go back to Atlanta and just hide from the world.
“Are you alright dear?” The elderly woman beside you asked and you nodded your head but you could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t really believe you.
“I’ve been told I’m a good listener.” She offered after studying you for a moment. So you sighed a bit before nodding. it’s not like you could talk to anyone else about it right now. Besides this woman clearly had no idea who you were or what Stranger Things was so maybe you’d be fine to talk to her.
“I’m a bit nervous actually. I impulsively booked this flight to go see my friend who I haven’t seen in person for nearly a year because I miss her, and I kinda realized that maybe she might not actually want to see me.” You explained hesitantly, careful to leave out any key details incase someone over heard. Wanting to protect not only yourself but Angela, if the internet ever got wind of why you were in LA. The woman’s eyes widened with an almost fond recognition. She gently rested her hand on yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“I did a similar thing when I was your age. I had been working in this dessert shop in nowhere Idaho when this girl came in. Oh I swear it was like the world had moved in slow motion when I saw her. She was spending the summer with her aunt but she was from LA, she came to the shop everyday for weeks before I got the courage to talk to her. When I finally did, she only had three days left in her trip. We spent as much time together as we could and when it was time to leave I agreed to write to her and talk on the phone as much as I could. But letters stopped being enough after a week. By Christmas I was determined to visit her so I did. And it had been the best decision I’d ever made.” She smiled happy to think of the memory and you unconsciously leaned forward, taking in every bit of her story.
“And was she happy? That you went to see her?” You nervously asked. Even if this woman’s story wasn’t yours, the idea of it working out for her would hopefully give you a bit of confidence.
“She was. Thrilled even. We stayed close, eventually I moved to LA to be with her and the rest was bliss. Im heading home to her now actually.” The woman went on to explain how she and her best friend fell in love, adopting a few pets and living together happily. She said she never regretted taking that flight or anything that happened after. Life was too precious to wait for happiness to just happen. You had to make it yourself.
Her words put you at ease about Angela, and you spoke to her for the remainder of the flight. When you landed you felt calmer. The idea of being in LA wasn’t so scary anymore.
You grabbed your carry on and exited the plane, ordering an uber to the nearest hotel. Barely making it into the lobby before Angela FaceTimed you.
“Hey Ang-“
“Are you in LA?!” She demanded before you could finish your greeting. Her eyes as wide as the smile across her face as she stared at her screen waiting for a response. The hope in her eyes was so palpable that you couldn’t help but smile.
“Uh…” You started, having nothing prepared to say to her. You hoped to have a few hours before your nightly call before you had to come up with a way to tell her. Not wanting to scare her by saying you came to Los Angeles just to see her. Literally leaving Atlanta so fast you barely packed a bag and almost left in your scoops ahoy costume. All just for a chance to hug her.
No you definitely can’t say any of that.
“I saw a Instagram post about you being in LAX. I know you said you’d be wrapping production this week and, well I was hoping- it doesn’t matter what I was hoping. Are you in Los Angeles?” She said now looking visibly nervous. Not wanting to fall for fake internet gossip but also afraid of missing a chance to see you.
“It was supposed to be a surprise. I uh, I missed you and filming wrapped so I thought-“You were cut off by an excited scream and the picture on your screen going black as she threw her phone. You smiled fondly at her reaction as you waited for her to pick her phone back up. When she did her hair was all over the place as if she’d just finished jumping up and down.
“Do you have a hotel already?” She asked curiously as she tried to play it cool and you shook your head. Looking up to see there was a line at the counter, you moved to a more secluded area to continue your conversation in private.
“I was just about to get a room actually-“
“Come stay with me.” She interrupted you once more and you both just stared at each other in shock. Angela because she couldn’t believe she said that out loud and you because you weren’t expecting her to offer.
“I mean I don’t want to intrude on your space or anything. I can stay at a hotel I don’t mind.” You quickly reassured her but she shook her head.
“I’ll come pick you up. You came all this way to see me so come see me.” She said as if it was simple. If anyone asked you, you would probably deny it but you were an absolute simp when it came to Angela. There’s not a lot she could ask of you that you wouldn’t do immediately. So you agreed.
The original plan had been to stay in LA for a week but you ended up staying for six. You were there for Angela’s StarKid audition, you were there when she got the offer to join the company. You were there while she filmed commercials and auditioned for anything her agent brought her way.
For six weeks everything felt like complete bliss. Then it came time for you to leave. You had a few reshoots in Atlanta to take care of then you had to go to New York for a project then London after that.
The night before you left, you and Angela stood in her kitchen making pasta and laughing. Enjoying the last night of each other’s company.
The next morning you got to the airport and Angela sadly walked you in. You were dressed in one of her hoodies and a pair of new jeans. Your carry on was fuller than it had previously been when you arrived and the sweatshirt you came in now hugging Angela’s frame comfortably.
“Do you really have to go?” She murmured as her hand was gripped tightly in yours. You glanced at her with tears in your eyes.
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be leaving you.” You admitted suddenly full of a strange amount of confidence. Whether it was because the last six weeks proved how much you adored her, or it was because you knew that if this didn’t work out, you were about to get on a plane anyway.
“Y/n…” Angela murmured, her eyes anxiously searching your expression. Silently begging to be on the same page with you.
“Angela…I-“ You paused with a nervous sigh while glancing around you. You could practically picture the headlines this would cause, the hours of PR meetings you’d have to endure. But looking at Angela, truly looking at her. None of that mattered.
“Angela, I like you. I really like you. I don’t really know how or when things changed for me but I know that they did and I know that I like you. And I also know that it’s so shitty of me to tell you this in an airport when I have no idea when I’ll be able to see you in person again. But I’m telling you anyway because I like you. Before I came here you were constantly on my mind. I have known you for 11 months and you have become the center of my universe. You are the sun and my every thought is a planet full of your smile, your laughter, your presence. I can’t even breathe without thinking about you. I would get done with the worst day of my life and still want to hear you rant about burning your toast at breakfast. I like you so much that if you asked me to, like really asked me to…Angela I would stay here. I will miss my flight and never schedule another one-“
“Y/n…” She gasped in shock at your words. You sounded so sure of yourself. As if you didn’t essentially admit that you would let your entire career go up in flames at her request. But it was true. You liked her enough that you would. And if you stepped back to think about it, it would terrify you how quickly Angela had become so important to you.
“I’d never ask you to do that.” She said as your words finally caught you to her. And maybe that’s why you trusted her so much. Because she knew how much it all meant to you.
“Oh so you don’t want me to stay?” You joked with a raised eyebrow and she laughed wrapping her arms around your shoulders as she hugged you tightly.
“I like you too. So much, like an insane amount. Of course I want you to stay, but I’m not gonna ask you to. I’d never ask you to do something like that when I know why you’re leaving.” She murmured in your ear as you wrapped your arms tightly around her waist to return the hug.
You both silently stood, just holding each other for a moment longer and then she pulled back.
“I know you said you don’t know what happens next or when we’ll see each other again but…I uh, I’d like to try this. With you.” She said as she wiped her tears. You looked at her in shock, studying her face for any hesitation but found none.
“Really?!” You asked and she scoffed
“Don’t sound so shocked. Have you seen yourself? Have you met yourself?” She practically yelled and you shushed her while you both looked around laughing. You noticed a few people looking your way before quickly returning to what they were doing.
“I’d like to try to. I want to be your girlfriend.” You agreed as you both smiled at each other. Then the alarm on Angela’s phone went off and you both sighed. She set it so you’d both know how much time you had to talk before you absolutely had to walk away from her.
“Go.” She smiled pushing your shoulder slightly but you quickly caught her hand pulling her towards you. Wrapping your arms around her one more time.
“I’ll call you as soon as I land.” You offered reassuringly.
“You better.” She muttered pulling away from the hug with a sad sigh. Then you turned at headed toward TSA.
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Over the years you saw Angela more often than you originally expected. Even with your relationship remaining private you were both happier than ever. She met your cast and you met hers. You went to every StarKid production and she was your plus one to the season three premiere.
Just before the pandemic shut down, you decided to buy a modest little house in Los Angeles. A house that the two of you spent lockdown in together. When things were better, Angela just never left.
A few years later around the time of Season Four’s production, Angela started working on Smosh. You had already been familiar with the channel, both of you watched it on your free time. You had even appeared in a few Good Mythical Morning videos over the years.
But now here you are, 2025. You and Angela have been together since 2018. You have two dogs, a house, and you have been engaged for nearly a year.
Stranger Things is over and you were tired of hiding her. So you came up with a plan. To night when Angela gets home, you’d talk to her.
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“Y/n? I’m home!” Angela called out as she entered the house and you smiled. Getting up from the couch to meet her half way.
“Hello my angel, how was work?” You asked sweetly watching as she kicked off her boots before putting them in their place by the door.
“Exhausting.” She murmured leaning forward and falling into your arms. You gently ran your fingers through her hair as your nails lightly scratched her scalp.
You stood there just holding her and you could practically feel all her stress just roll off of her. Her face pressed against your shoulder while her arms hung down at her sides. She was fully trusting you to keep her standing which you didn’t mind at all.
“I can feel you thinking.” She said, her voice muffled in the fabric of your cardigan. You laughed but nodded as she opened on of her eyes to peak up at you.
“I have been thinking actually. But it’s not bad!” You rushed to add when you felt her tense up.
“Thinking about what?” She asked now standing on her own. You smiled, grabbing her hand as you lead her over to the couch.
You both sat down for a moment and she couldn’t help but laugh when she noticed a Smosh Bit City video paused on the TV.
“You missed me that bad or something?” She smirked jokingly, you playfully shoved her shoulder in response while smiling at her.
“First of all, I always miss you when you aren’t here. But whatever.” You rolled your eyes while laughing and she leaned forward to kiss your cheek.
“I miss you too. Now tell me what’s on your mind.” She pressed knowing that if she didn’t you would probably never say anything or at least would wouldn’t say anything for a while.
“I know that our friends and families know about us, and I love that they do but…well I kinda want everybody to know.” You hesitantly explained and she just smiled at you.
“Like the world?” She whispered happily. Her eyes filling with tears as she reached over to grab your hands. The shiny engagement ring on your finger sparkling in the low lights of the living room. You both had rings but you really only wore them at home or to place where you knew you wouldn’t be on camera.
“Yeah, the world. Angel we’ve been together for seven years, we’re getting married. I want to be able to wear my ring and not have to take it off. I want you to come to the premiere and actually walk the carpet with me instead of hiding out until it’s time to go inside. I want to wear my Smosh merch without people thinking I’m dating anyone that isn’t you.” You thought out loud while Angela’s smile only grew.
“Spencer is gonna be so sad. Those dating rumors did so well for his ego.” She joked referring to all the edits of the two of you. Fans shipped you with everyone from Smosh from the moment you first wore one of Angela’s crew necks to set it had been nonstop.
However most recently you started wearing a green Smosh hat when you ran errands. Fans went crazy thinking it was Spencer’s. Once you made the mistake of wearing that hat along with a hoodie you’d stolen from Joe to go to lunch with Gaten, Finn, and Sadie. Fans absolutely lost it, they genuinely believed you were trying to soft launch a relationship.
You weren’t. At least not on purpose. And definitely not with Spencer.
“I think given that fact that Spencer has a girlfriend and I’m in love with you, maybe he won’t be to crushed.” You laughed going along with Angela’s joke
“Okay.” She agreed and your eyes widened
“Okay?” You asked and she nodded so you immediately leaned forward pressing your lips to hers.
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Two weeks later you were sitting up in bed, laughing as you scrolled through the chaos online. You had gone on Jimmy Fallon while sporting your engagement ring.
Which would have been fine on its own, however what brought on the chaos was Jimmy asking you what life after Stranger Things looked like.
“Ooo life after Stranger Things, um. Well I’m getting married to the love of my life soon. I’m very excited about that.” You were interrupted by shocked applause and cheers from the audience. You and Jimmy both laughed as you waited for it to die down. Once it did Jimmy smiled at you this had all been planned and approved by you before hand.
“Wedding? I can’t believe you’re getting married. It feels like I met you just yesterday and you were still a kid.” Jimmy joked because it was true. You’d known Jimmy well before joining Stranger Things. The first interview you ever did was with Jimmy Fallon.
“I’m a big kid now. All grown up a getting married.” You smiled happily
Since that interview you had posted your first photo of Angela on your instagram account. Nothing too crazy, just a quick story with a cute caption.
‘Ready to do this forever thing with you 🤍’
“You are enjoying this so much more than I expected.” Angela laughed walked into the room with a smile. You just innocently looked up at her as if you didn’t know the chaos you’d unleashed.
“I’m just publicly loving my fiancé. But I guess if you want me to stop.” You sarcastically offered, letting out a squeal when Angela launched herself at you.
“Don’t you dare.” She sneered now resting your lap, her legs locking you in place on the bed. As if you’d ever want to be anywhere else.
“I talked about you today. Well I talk about you every day but I talked about you in a video today.” She explained leaning forward to completely lay on top of you.
“Yeah?” You smiled, your hand that wasn’t holding your phone, immediately ended up in her hair. She let out a sigh of relief as if she’d been waiting for this all day. Her head immediately pressed against your chest as she drew random shapes along your sides.
“Mhm, it was a smosh mouth episode. I was talking about how we met at my chemistry read.”
“Did I ever tell you I was gonna call in sick that day?” You laughed suddenly thinking of the memory
“Really?” She gasps sitting up to look at you and you nodded
“I had just came back from an audition in Toronto and I was exhausted but Joe convinced me to go.” You explained. You were tired and fully prepared to beg the duffers to video call you instead but Joe didn’t want to do a chemistry read alone. So it’s really thanks to Joe that you even met Angela all those years ago.
“I’m gonna send him a fruit basket.” Angela announced pulling her phone from her pocket but you grabbed it, setting it to the side along with yours.
“Later.” You insisted moving to a more comfortable position to still accommodate for the fact that she was fully sitting on top of you.
“Later is fine too…” She conceded with a tired smile while lying back down.
“We do have forever.” You sleepily remind and she let out a soft laugh.
A multi fandom crackfic starring Ryoga Hibiki & Roronoa Zoro
Fandoms Include: One Piece, Ranma 1/2, Witcher, LotR, Zelda, Prydain, Fruits Basket, Old Guard, Slayers, Doctor Who and HDM
Rated: G
Words: 27,733
No Pairings
Summary: Zoro and Ryoga get so lost they travel through other fandoms. No, they don't know what's going on either, but they sure would like to find out. Maybe someone along the way will have answers?
Authors Notes: I know a crossover like this is daunting. Not only are there 11 different fandom universes involved, but it's 27k.
First - I try to write all my crossovers so that you do NOT need to know the other fandoms to enjoy this fic. You might enjoy it even more if you do, but you can still enjoy it if you don't.
Second - I believe I have succeeded and I have testimony to prove it!
I had @socially-awkward-chocobo read this over before I posted. She has no knowledge at all of HDM, never even saw the last movie for LotR (and doesn't remember much of the first 2), barely knows anything about Ranma 1/2 and doesn't remember anything about Prydain, except that it was read to her once as a child.
And she enjoyed the fic :D
Thanks go to a number of people for encouraging this fic, helping this fic, or giving me ideas of fandoms/characters to play with. Including Socially-awkward-chocobo, I'd also like to thank
@li-izumi @unforth @ialwayscomewhenyoucall
... I think Tumblr is making it harder to tag people in posts. And to check if you did.
Warnings: Whump typical warnings like injury, hurt/comfort, mentions of violence, blood, wounds, etc. See each individual piece for further warnings. Of course, I’m not condoning criminal behavior or any of that.
Whumpril Prompts, day 1-3: Distress call, Panic attack, Insomnia, “get some rest” ,Rope burn, knife to throat, "hold still"
Jada rose from the desk, taking slow, taunting steps toward the bound man. For all the shit he talked and the names he called her, he was surely crying like a little bitch now.
All 220 pounds and 5’11 of him, slouched over, head lowered, tears mixing with the blood on his stained face; snot dripping on this expensive suit. He stopped moving too, aside from the heavy breathing, his wrist red and raw with rope burn.
“We didn’t have to go this route, I told you.” she pointed her blade at him, the tip still dripping with his blood, “If you play nice, I play nice. But no, you had to be difficult.”
Jada climbed onto his lap, used one hand to grab his hair, and yanked his head back while placing the sharp edge of the blade against his neck.
Angry red eyes stared back at her, a hint of defiance in them, despite the weakened state of his body. They stared at each other for a few seconds before he started to move again.
Jada cut his neck, a small surface cut, “hold still!”
He stopped moving.
“Tell me where the fuck she is, and our little date ends. Or, we can make this last all night, I have time,” she glided the sharp edge over his jawline, then slipped it behind his left ear. “What’s more important, loyalty to that asshole boss of yours, or your body parts? I will start cutting them off - “ She added pressure, nicking the back of his ear.
The man broke, he started to speak but all that came out was mumbled words through the tape.
“Ready to play nice?” She tore the tape off his mouth without warning and he screamed as it stung his already sore skin, “I could give you another one of these - “She lowered the knife to his side where she cut him earlier, then slid the blade in again.
He jolted and screamed, begging her to stop.
Jada hummed and pulled the knife out before continuing, “Or, I would call my partner back in here," she shrugged, "and he’s not as nice as I am. But you know that, you’ve spent time with him.”
A dark grin drew on her lips. The man shook his head desperately, he’d had enough, fuck his boss, plus he didn’t need that sick bastard partner of hers pushing him any further over the edge.
“Use your words, come on.” Jada tapped the blade against his lips as he stammered, finding his voice again.
The door swung open and then closed, and she could feel her partner hovering behind her.
The man’s eyes jumped to Lloyd, then back to her, “ I-I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you everything!”
“Boring,” Lloyd, walked around them, stood behind the man, and grabbed his head roughly, “I was just starting to enjoy myself.”
You could blame it on the blistering sun or those early spring horomones. But you couldn't stop how your heart hammered behind your ribs when you saw your man stepping into the mudroom of your home.
His plaid shirt hung open, wirey chest hair poking out and dripping with sweat. Bits of grass clippings stuck to his quivering muscles as he wiped some of the sweat dripping off his brow. He glistened like an Adonis come to life for your viewing pleasure.
"Hey darlin', I thought maybe you'd come h-"
"Get your belt off." You drop the dish towel that's curled into your fist as you cross the length of the kitchen and drop to your knees. Burying your nose in the thatch of hair that trails below his waistband. Inhaling. Sweat, sun, musky. Sweet fucking Ambrosia.
"But baby-" He looks genuinely a little flabbergasted that you're practically frothing at the mouth to have his dick. But you're already halfway through with getting the zipper down with your teeth and he's already hard as a fucking rock anyways. He was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
--
"Nasty little thing." He purrs as he rams his dick down your throat, each rough grind of his hips has your nose pressing into those curls at his base. Each little whiff of that smell combined with the taste of him on your tongue practically has your eyes crossing and toes curling.
And when you gag? He holds you there longer, throat working around him as you look up at him through watery lashes.
"You wanted it so bad and now you're going to take it."
AN-I told ya'll on me @rawme-price post I've been thinking about sweaty men. Check out his fic here.
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But once he found out about that free use pussy under your little pencil skirt he couldn't stop himself.
He presses harder on the bulge protruding from your soft belly, making sure you felt each sloppy thrust of his hips. They're erratic and uneven driven to get him off.
He spits a hot glob of spit down onto her glistening bud just so that you jerk and clench round him tightly.
"Saw you talking to the delivery boy." A rough snap of his hips nearly scoots you across the desk "Laughing at all his little jokes, dumb slut" A mean hand smushes your cheeks together as he spits again, this time between your pursed lips.
When you gulp it down greedily he repays you by flooding your womb. Spurt after hot spurt, till it leaks out around his flushed cock. So much that he has to slide your panties back into place and that does little to hide your leaky cunt.
A thumb rubbing over the glossy wet fabric of the cotton as he buttons up his pants.
"Hold it all in and I'll clean you up after work." He coos as he rights your hair and skirt. He's already half hard again she slips from his office with a coy grin.
An- Tagging Father Paul here was a bit of a bold choice
