#This gif will always hold a special place in my heart he just looks so soft

[adenobabe]

Let me help you darlin’

My first iii fic 🥹 there will be many more to come. I love this man so much and am truly feral for him in the smuttiest and sweetest ways!! 🌸

This is a long one….if you love iii as much as I do, I hope you enjoy! xx

Tags/warnings: sleep token iii x F!reader, no y/n, you’re his assistant, smut, fluff, slow burn (it’s worth it trust me), friends to lovers, iii is a sweetie and has a filthy mouth, teasing, oral (f receiving), explicit language, he talks you through it, praise kink, size kink, p in v (intercourse), love making if you squint, light choking, hand kink.

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It has been a very long tour. So much travelling, so many late nights and long hours but it’s also been one of the most rewarding experiences you have ever had. As the assistant to Vessel, iii, iv and ii you have naturally developed strong bonds with each of them. Whether it be coffee runs, admin work, organising their outfits, helping to apply their body paint, you were their right hand woman for everything. You truly loved every minute of it and made such special bonds with them all, especially iii. You both just clicked from the beginning. It was honestly impossible not to considering you were often sharing a tour bus with him and the rest of the boys. Most nights were spent playing Mario Kart or Fortnite with iii and eventually falling asleep on opposite ends of the couch together. Your giggles and laughs late into the night with each other filling the bus. None of the boys batted an eye though in fact they just enjoyed your company so much and how happy your friendship made iii.

Although you were beyond happy for the success of the tour and glad you were all going to finally be able to take a break, you couldn’t help but feel slightly upset at the fact that tonight was the last show. As you heard the crowd cheer for their closing, you saw iii come around first backstage. You watched him as he made his way through the crew. Things between yourself and iii were always kept at the friend level and you tried to remain professional in most settings, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the longing glances and attraction you both started to develop for one another over the past few months. Really from the moment you both met. You’d always found iii so incredibly attractive, you’d never admitted it to him of course, always trying to push it away or push down the feelings and thoughts you had about him. The sexual tension had been building for quite a while now, especially living in such close quarters with him. You just couldn’t deny the pull to him you felt. Every time you saw him you felt yourself spiralling, your heart would race and your thoughts battling between he’s your friend stop it and god just take me now. And in this moment you definitely could not ignore the wetness pooling in your panties and the throbbing between your legs you felt seeing him masked up, his hair hanging over his face and sweat dripping down his neck leaving a trail of peeled back paint his bare skin peeking through, as he made his way through backstage. Oh god he looked so hot.

His eyes lit up as soon as he spotted you amongst the crew making a b-line straight for you. “There you are, love!” You snapped out of your lustful thoughts, and relaxed the suddenly apparent tight grip you had on your clipboard. You beamed up at iii, his height towering over you. “You did so great out there! What a way to end the tour!” You said with such pride. “Thank you love we could not have done this without you, I really mean it.” He leaned down for a hug and lifted you up catching you by surprise. You giggled as the clipboard you were holding fell on the floor. “Oopsie sorry my bad darlin!” iii said as he put you back down. You both went to reach for it bumping heads. “Oh god love I am so sorry! I didn’t mean-” he placed his hand on your forehead “no no it’s fine I’m so stupid!” You laughed. iii delicately held your forehead in his hands and you met each others gaze his hand dropping to the side of your cheek. You felt your cheeks blush under his big hands his eyes wandering to your lips and back up to your eyes. “You look really beautiful tonight love.” You held his gaze, unable to say anything back shocked by his compliment, his big beautiful blue eyes staring into yours before suddenly seeing Vessel come into your peripheral as he made his way off stage. “Sorry I um l didn’t mean to- is your forehead okay?” iii quickly took his hands off you and straightened himself up. You nodded back at him “yeah I’m okay…I better go check to see if anyone needs um water…” You hurried off, accidentally leaving your clipboard behind in your flustered state making your way straight out the venue to the tour bus.

As you made your way inside you sat on one of the couches in a huff and turned the A/C on desperate to cool yourself down. You couldn’t stop thinking about iii’s hands on you, how big they were how good his hand would feel around your throat and his fingers inside- did he really mean what he said? no stop he is your boss, your friend. You had already blurred the lines so much considering you spent most nights gaming together and developed such a close friendship not to mention how much just a graze of his finger or his eyes on you you lit up a fire deep in your core.

The boys wouldn’t be back for a while so you knew you had some time to get dressed up before joining them for a big celebratory drinks and dinner with the rest of the crew. You sat for a moment your thoughts spinning when suddenly you realised how quiet it was, it was the first time in weeks you were completely alone and if you’re being honest it had also been weeks since you had gotten off, there was never any privacy. With the sexual tension between you and iii brewing it was becoming torturous not being able to let all of it out. There were times you tried to but with iii sleeping right above you in his bunk, you just knew you wouldn’t be able to contain your pathetic whimpers as you played with yourself thinking about his fingers being your own. Perhaps you could take some time to sort yourself out before getting dressed up to go out for dinner you thought to yourself. You needed this out of your system.

After having a cool shower you dried yourself off and threw on a robe making your way back to the couch. As you got yourself comfortable you closed your eyes, took some slow deep breaths, and let your mind wander soon enough landing on iii. Your mind was racing with the thought of him between your legs eating you out or him towering over you his hand on your throat ramming his cock into you making you take all of him. You were desperate to hear him moan in your ear or have his hands in your hair as you take him in your mouth and down your throat. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore and slipped your fingers down into your panties gathering your slick to rub long big circles on your clit teasing yourself, your robe falling down your shoulders. Your breath hitched throwing your head back as you bucked your hips up desperate for more. God this felt so good. You slid your panties down your legs allowing your legs to fall open spreading them out on the couch. Your fingers quickened around your clit in fast tight small circles, pumping your fingers in and out of your dripping hole, your climax building as you moaned getting lost in the feeling and fantasy of iii filling and stretching you out “oh iii fuck baby.” Your breath quickened, moans leaving your lips completely letting yourself get lost in your fantasy. Just as you were about to reach your high, the door to the bus opened suddenly and iii entered, your clipboard in his hand. Your eyes shot open you froze in disbelief your fingers still inside of you. He saw the panic on your face as he stood there in shock seeing you sprawled out on the couch your pussy dripping and the flustered look on your face. You saw his eyes drop to your fingers, the sound of the clipboard dropping to the floor quickly bringing you back to reality.

You quickly closed your legs scrambling to use your robe to cover yourself. “Fuck oh god iii I am..I am so sorry I um-” you cheeks flushed intensely as you stood up and tightened your robe. “I am so sorry I-you left your clipboard I came to bring it back I didn’t mean to walk in on you-” iii picked up your clipboard and set it down on the table. “NO I um- fucking hell, it’s okay I didn’t know you would be back for a while I well I just needed some alone time you know? It’s been a while and god this is so embarrassing.” You awkwardly crossed your arms and looked down at the floor. “I get it trust me, I’m sorry I ruined it for you I could tell you were close. You um you look really beautiful like that actually.” iii moved closer to you. “You-you what?” You looked at him in disbelief the aching between your legs building again just at his words. “Yeah, I could tell by that pretty look on your face you were close.” He placed his hand under your chin moving your face to meet his gaze, “You know….I could help you with that darlin.” iii stood in front of you looking down at you. His hand moved to yours bringing your fingers to his mouth taking his mask off. You watched him transfixed on him, your heart racing and your knees getting weak as he put your fingers in his mouth licking and sucking them clean, the same fingers you were just using to play with yourself. “Fuck you taste so good, love. You have no idea how long I’ve been desperate to taste you, to kiss you, to make you cum over and over again.” He moved his hand to your cheek “Tell me you feel the same way. Tell me I’m not absolutely mad for thinking you want this just as much as I do.” He says running his hand through your hair lingering as he brings his hand down your neck gently moving his thumb over your pulse. You take his hand in yours moving his hand down to your wetness. You moan at the contact as you confess to him “feel that? That’s because of you. You have no idea how crazy you make me. For weeks I’ve wanted nothing more than your hands on me or in me. Just the thought of you makes me so wet.” you move his fingers around your clit whimpering. iii’s eyes grow darker as he feels your wetness dripping onto his fingers “fuck” is all that leaves his lips as barely a whisper.

All his patience gone now that he knows you want him just as bad as he wants you, the months of sexual tension erupting inside of him and finally his lips are on yours passionately groaning into your mouth as he holds your face with his other hand. You moan into his mouth the feeling of him rubbing circles on your clit, his tongue now in your mouth making you head fuzzy and the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach grow again. iii pulls away from the kiss “You sure about this love” his lips hovering over yours, his other hand caressing your cheek and moving your hair behind your shoulder. “More than anything iii, please I need you.” iii smiles back at you his lips back on yours as he picks you up wrapping your legs around him neither of you breaking the kiss. His big hands holding your legs around him pressing you into him as he moves them underneath your ass his long fingers grazing your aching core. You can feel how hard he is underneath his pants, his hard cock pressing into your stomach begging for release. He moves you both the edge of the couch setting you down and dropping to his knees. He pulls you by your legs closer to him. “Lay back for me love need to taste your pretty pussy.” You lay back as iii’s gaze drops to your dripping mess below. You watch him as he spreads your legs resting your calves on his shoulders. “Fuck me you are so perfect.” His hands smooth up and down your thighs moving over your lower stomach taking in the site before him before bringing one hand to rest on your thighs the other rubbing through your folds his two fingers rubbing up and down gathering your wetness. You moan watching him as he teases your clit moving his two fingers up and down slowly. “Mmm that feel good baby? Look at how wet you are. A dripping mess all for me? I’m so lucky.” You buck your hips at him the feeling of his long fingers moving achingly slow over your clit sending jolts of pleasure through you. “Oh yeah that definitely feels good doesn’t it? I’ll speed up soon baby just want to savour this as long as I can. I’ve waited so so long.”

He moves his hands down your thighs moving himself closer to your pussy your thighs on his shoulder as he brings his hands to rest on your sides caressing you gently with his thumbs. He looks up at you, your breath hitching as he gets achingly closer. You watch him below you holding his gaze as he kisses your clit before licking a long stripe all the way from your dripping hole to your clit, kissing it again sucking gently. You moan tightening your thighs around him locking your legs behind his head. Running your fingers through his hair gently tugging earning yourself a groan from him. “Jesus fucking Christ you taste so good I could do this forever.” His hands held your sides his long fingers resting below your breasts. “iii please-” you pleaded his slow pace and gentle kisses driving you crazy your wetness dripping down his chin. “I know, I know darling. You’re doing so well. Just so beautiful.” His fingers replacing his tongue as he calmed you down with his voice. “Feels so good hmm? How about this?” He pushed two fingers into your pussy moaning as the sounds of your wet squelching filled the room his fingers stroking a spot in you that made you clench around him. “Want me to go faster honey? You look so fucking hot with my fingers inside of you.” he asked as he pumped his fingers in and out of you “want you to fucking suffocate me with your pussy.” His tongue back on your clit his gaze up at you watching you get closer and closer to coming undone for him. You could barely let out a coherent thought your mouth open your chest heaving up and down as you could feel his pace quickening his face fully buried in you now, squirming under his hands holding you in place your breathy moans becoming louder nearly screaming in pleasure as he sucked on your clit. “iii oh god I’m so close you’re gonna make me cum. Don’t stop.” He moaned against your clit moving his hands to your hips pulling you closer to him, sending vibrations through you and tipping you over the edge your pussy clenching around his fingers, weeks of pent up sexual frustration spilling down his chin dripping to the floor below you both. His fingers fucking you through your orgasm and tongue working quick over your clit he glanced up at you watching you come undone for him, because of him, it drove him crazy, grinding his hard cock into the couch desperate for some kind of friction, his cock leaking precum into his boxers.

Waves of pleasure continued to wash over you, your vision blurry and your legs still shaking as iii slowly pulled his fingers out of you bringing them up to his mouth to taste you one last time. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. You are so beautiful when you cum for me.” You looked up at him his tall figure coming into focus as you felt his hand move to the side of your face caressing your cheek. “You okay love?” You nodded in response “best orgasm of my life.” You pull him to you gently kissing his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue, as iii moves you back onto the couch him laying on top of you between your legs your robe discarded somewhere on the floor.

You move your hands up his torso and down to his pants. “You’re still fully clothed, that’s not fair now is it?” You smiled up at him as you sat up reaching to push his pants down his cock desperately hard a wet spot on his boxers. Your eyes widen at the size of him, even in his boxers he looks so big. Your pussy throbs at the excitement and nervousness of feeling him fill you up and being inside of you. iii sees your reaction and kisses your forehead and moves your hand over him. “Feel how hard you make me? Every single day for months I’ve been achingly hard for you desperate to fuck your pretty pussy.” He whispers against your lips kissing your cheek down your jaw to your neck. You move your hand to his waistband pushing them down freeing him from his boxers. “Fuck” he hisses through his teeth feeling the cool air on him bucking his cock into your hand. You stroke his long thick veiny length his hand coming to rest behind your head kissing you and moaning into your mouth thrusting himself into your hand. “iii you’re…you’re so big.” You say against his lips as you gather your slickness moving it over the tip of his cock. iii groaned at the feeling hanging his head over you his hair tickling your face. “My sweet boy.” You say as you move his hair from his face tucking it behind his ears. “Making my cock leak so much, so hard for you love.” His breath hitched as you continued to work over the tip of his cock moving down his shaft, lightly tugging on his balls. “Here baby let me make you more comfortable.” You moved his pants and boxers down more throwing them and his shirt somewhere across the room. You caught a glimmer of nervousness in him that made your heart swell. “Doing alright sweet?” “Never better” he smiled at you as you brought his face back down to yours kissing him deeply. iiis hands moved to your legs spreading them to rest himself between them. Sitting up he wrapped his hand around his cock moving it up and down your wet folds groaning at the slickness covering him lightly tapping on your clit sending jolts through your body. You grabbed for him bringing him back down as you wrapped your legs around him moving against his cock coatings your wetness over him. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you realised you were about to be stretched out and filled to the brim by the man you’ve been pining for, for so long. Seeing him like this, so hard and desperate for you, grinding against you made your head dizzy and your desire grow and grow. iii kissed down your neck sucking and biting at your skin licking the wound that was sure to leave a mark. You didn’t care, you wanted him to claim you as his.

iii moved his hand back down to his cock pressing his tip at the entrance of you his eyes on you watching you as he pushed in inch by inch. “Fuck. That’s it love, relax for me doing so well.” His size bigger than you’ve ever experienced before, he filled you completely to the brim inch by inch stretching you so good. “Oh god-” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he filled you completely bottoming out in you, your pussy clenching around him. iii stilled in you letting you adjust to his size. “Fuck you’re so tight around me. Feel so fucking good.” He leaned down his hand guiding you to look at him before kissing your lips. With your legs wrapped around him he started moving in and out of you slowly, moans and curses leaving both of your mouths as you met him with each thrust in disbelief with how good he felt, how good he was making you feel. You’ve never had someone make you completely lose yourself in ecstasy and moan in the ways you are right now. It was truly heaven. You felt so close to him so intimate with him. iii moved the hair out of your face, thrusting in and out of you, moaning against your lips “so beautiful. Taking me so well. Want to be inside you forever.” You felt his cock twitching in you as he moved his hand down between you rubbing circles on your clit, your breathing becoming erratic again breathy moans and whimpers escaping your lips your fingernails digging into his back. “That’s it baby. You sound like heaven. Making me so feral for you seriously.” You moved his hand desperately to your throat your hand on top of his, his eyes going wide. “Need your big hands around my throat.” “Fuck.” He kept his hand around your throat gently pressing the sides of your neck and releasing as he pumped in and out of you quicker his other hand continuing to rub circles around your clit. You felt your climax building and building as iii pressed his forehead against yours, breathing into each other “fuck iii I’m so close.” “Me too baby cum for me, cum all around my cock.” iii kept his pace in and out of you circling your clit staring into each others eyes, you came undone again throbbing and tightening around his cock, your back arching off the couch and mouth falling open, your orgasm ripping through you from head to toe you swore you died and went to heaven. iii’s hands were all over you as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm your moans spurring him on. He linked his arms under your thighs pressing them into the mattress, pumping in and out of you faster, and groaning against your lips “oh fuck take all of me in your pussy, feel all of me, you feel so good.” The squeezing of you around him milking his cock, his thrusts becoming erratic. You held him close your orgasm washing over you, grabbing his face to look at you spurring him on as he chased his release “look at me when you cum in me iii. You feel so big so thick and big inside of me.” iii came hard moaning against your lips his head falling to the side of you as hot ropes of cum painted your insides. The feeling of him twitching inside of you, his praises and moans bringing you close to yet another orgasm. iii kept fucking into you slowly, his cock still hard riding his high until he stilled in you both of you coming down from your highs. He kissed you slowly with so much passion savouring the taste of you on his lips, butterflies growing in your stomach again. “I could do this all night. Want to be inside you forever.” You moved his hair out of his face looking into his eyes “me too baby.” You and iii spent another hour making each other come undone over and over the dinner you were meant to be having with the rest of the boys and crew becoming a lost thought.

Ok I could write forever about this man. Byeeeee!

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[jackles010378]

Jealous of Baby.....

(Dean winchester x y/n)

Y/n is fed up of Dean spending all his time with his car............

Y/n had always known about Dean's love for his car, affectionately named 'Baby.' It seemed like the two of them were inseparable. Dean would spend countless hours working on her, meticulously detailing every inch, and taking her out for joyrides across the country. Y/n couldn't help but feel a hint of jealousy, as it seemed like Baby always had Dean's undivided attention.

One sunny afternoon, Y/n decided to confront Dean about her feelings. She found him in the garage, engrossed in yet another project, Baby parked nearby looking pristine as ever. Y/n took a deep breath, preparing for the conversation ahead.

"Dean," she began tentatively, "I feel like you spend more time with Baby than you do with me."

Dean looked up from his work, his brows furrowing in confusion. "What? Y/n, Baby is just a car. You know I love you more than anything."

Y/n couldn't hide her skepticism. "Dean, you're always working on her, taking her on hunts, and talking about her nonstop. It's almost like I'm competing for your affection."

Dean stood up, wiping his hands on a rag. "Y/n, Baby is more than just a car to me. She's been there for me through thick and thin, just like you. I appreciate all that you do for me, but Baby holds a special place in my heart."

Feeling a pang of sadness, Y/n questioned, "But how do I know I'm as important to you as she is?"

Dean's expression softened, and he walked over to Y/n, wrapping his arms around her. "Y/n, the love I have for Baby and the love I have for you are two different things, but they both mean the world to me. Just like Baby has been there for me, you have been my rock, my confidant, and my partner in every aspect of life."

Y/n couldn't help but smile, feeling reassured by Dean's words. "But Dean, sometimes it feels like you prioritize Baby over everything else."

Dean took a step back, looking deeply into Y/n's eyes. "I understand why you might feel that way, but the truth is, Baby isn't just about the car itself. She represents a part of my identity, a connection to my past, and my love for the open road. It's not about the time spent, but the emotions behind it."

Y/n nodded, starting to comprehend the depth of Dean's feelings. "So what can I do to feel more included in this part of your life?"

Dean grinned mischievously. "Well, I have an idea. How about you join me on a road trip? Just the two of us, with Baby by our side. I want you to experience the feeling of wind in your hair, the hum of the engine, and the thrill of the open road."

Y/n's eyes widened with excitement. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

Dean nodded, his eyes sparkling. "Absolutely. I want you to understand that the time spent with Baby isn't about pushing you away—it's about sharing something I love with someone I love."

And so, Y/n and Dean embarked on an unforgettable journey together. As they cruised down the highway, laughter and music filling the air, Y/n realized that Dean's love for Baby wasn't a threat to their relationship but rather an extension of it. Dean showed her that their love could encompass his passions, as long as she was by his side.

From that day forward, Y/n understood that Baby wasn't just a car; she was a symbol of Dean's past, his present, and their future. And in the end, their love for each other proved to be stronger than any trace of jealousy that had once lingered.

Written for the JENSEN-A-THON run by @artyandink 💖

TAGLIST: @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94 @nescavaneck @angelbabyyy99

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[glasseffynity]

HANDS-ON LEARNER ft. SPENCER REID, READER

Warnings: Fingering, masturbation (somewhat), praise (so much), sex in front of a mirror, mentions of insecurities + poor body image (reader), implied Afab reader, Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader

Wc: 1,386

In all your years of living, you've never experienced humiliation quite as stark as this.

Fully exposed, legs spread wide, giving Spencer complete, unobstructed access to your core. Your legs are draped over his, allowing him to keep you from altering your position as his hand glides in and out of your center, thumb languidly tracing circles into your clit.

Your humiliation isn't derived from your albeit compromising position, no; Nor is it derived from the uncharacteristically lewd words softly tumbling from Spencer's lips, worming their way through your ear and into your brain; It isn't even the fact that you're spread out for him, completely bare, losing more of your composure by the second while he remains fully clothed and unbothered, save for the bulge growing in his pants. The source of your embarrassment, what makes you want to dig yourself into a hole and never come out, is the giant mirror placed in front of the both of you, forcing you to watch your own debauchment.

It isn't as though Spencer's intentions were at all sadistic; He holds a wealth of knowledge, not excluding that of the human anatomy, and what kind of a man would he be if he didn't extend his intelligence to his other half?

The work the two of you do leaves little time to unwind, to cope with the stress that inherently comes with tracking down some of the worst minds humanity had to offer. What little time you have away from work is usually spent sleeping, and even that's become a challenge. But you should've known your boyfriend wouldn't let you fall victim to the cruel grasps of insomnia, so he'd kindly taken it upon himself to assist you in your conquest to de-stress after a particularly tough case.

"It's honestly no surprise that studies have shown that approximately 21 percent of all Americans use masturbation as a way to de-stress," Spencer murmurs, his lithe fingers continuing to invade your cunt, eliciting yet another strained whimper from your lips as you observe his ministrations in the mirror. "Orgasms cause the brain to release Dopamine, which is primarily viewed as a "pleasure chemical", and Oxycotin, which brings on feelings of love and affection towards others." What you would normally consider irritating from anyone else will always be endearing in your eyes when coming from Spencer ; You've always known his rambles and statistics have come from a place of affection, to share all that he knows with the people that he cares so deeply about. And providing a more logical perspective to the mess gradually building between your thighs ebbs away a tad of the embarrassment, slightly dissipating your urge to bury your face in Spencer's chest and never come out.

Deciding it's time for you to aid in your own release, Spencer gently takes your hand, previously clenching onto his bicep, and drags it down to your clit, lightly rubbing circled into your center. The jolt it sends through you doesn't go unnoticed by Spencer, who merely chuckles and continues on as casually as he would if he was turning the page of his favorite book.

"What aids the most in de-stressing during an orgasm is the gradual shutdown of the Lateral Orbiofrontal Cortex, the part of the brain responsible for logic and decision-making; Deactivation of this part of the brain is also commonly associated with reductions in fear and anxiety," Spencer muses, continuing to drag your hand further down to the source of your wetness, pushing it deep into your hole. Your smaller hands don't quite reach as deep as Spencer's do, but with the right technique, he's confident they'll have the same effect. Pressing on your knuckles to get you to curl your fingers, Spencer continues to observe you in the mirror. "Beautiful." He doesn't mean to say it, likely doesn't even notice it, but the words send a pang straight to your core, and you involuntarily clench, which he does notice. Spencer doesn't bother asking if you liked that; He already knows what the answer would be, and you hardly seem coherent enough to answer. "What you're currently touching, judging by your expression, is your G-spot; formally known as the Grafenberg Spot, it's partially responsible for about 82 percent of orgasms in women, or any orgasms caused by something other than regular penetration." It's no wonder Spencer could so easily tell you'd reached your G-spot; You'd elicited a shaky gasp as you found it, your brows furrowing as your eyes rolled back. Any witty comments you might have made died on your tongue as Spencer resumed massaging you clit, adding to the already overwhelming stimulation.

Refusing to ease up on you, Spencer gently rests his head on your shoulder as he continues to observe the way you fall apart so stunningly; Amber eyes reflect nothing but admiration and adoration for you. This may be the first time you've aided in doing so, but Spencer has made you finish around his fingers enough times to know when you're nearing orgasm.

Admittedly becoming more lax on his original goal for you to watch the entirety of his actions, Spencer gently grips your chin with his free hand, turning your face to look at the mirror. Noticing you still advert your eyes from your reflection, he nuzzles his head further into your shoulder, hand dropping down to hug your waist. "I want you to watch," he asks softly, honeyed eyes pleading with you in the mirror. "I want you to see yourself the way I do, the way I always have." Any hesitance you have eases away as Spencer rubs circles into your waist, encouraging you to reach your end. Forcing yourself to meet your gaze in the mirror, you hold eye contact, even when what you see staring back at you makes you want to cringe, makes you want to look away, makes you want to hide yourself from the beautiful man who's sitting behind you, coaxing you ever so gently to finish. Even with insecurity looming at the back of your mind, you continue to massage your abused clit and prod at the spongey, raised lump within your core; Spencer remains ever-so-loyal by your side, softly encouraging you with murmurs of, "That's it," "'Atta girl," "Doing so good for me."

He's fully aware of your hesitancy when it comes to being accepting of yourself, always has been, and Spencer has always been more than willing to do whatever it takes to get you to become even slightly less adverse towards yourself, whether it be by sitting in between your legs for hours, lapping at your clit until you have to physically push him away, or pounding himself into you until you can barely remember your own name, much less any insecurity you may possess. And yet, his current method, despite the overwhelming amount of stimulation received by you, seems much more gentle, much more personal. Instead of a sole effort on his part to change your perception of yourself, he's given you an active role in it as well, allowing you to face your insecurities head-on while doing so.

Spencer may be determined in his pursuit of adjusting your attitude towards yourself, but he's still merciful; When your hand begins to tire, he gladly takes over, his long fingers picking up where you left off. Feeling your muscles begin to tense, his pace quickens, leaving no chance for your orgasm to fade. As you finally reach your peak, Spencer renews his grip on your chin, forcing you to watch yourself as you finish. He could watch you cum a thousand times and it would never be any less breath-taking: Your brow furrowed, plush lips forming an O, eyes fluttering back into your head; You're truly a work of art in Spencer's eyes.

As the euphoria fades and your mind becomes clear again, your muscles give out; Thankfully, Spencer, ever the gentleman, is there to catch you. "Don't give out on me just yet, Sweetheart," he jokes, eyeing your lips as he holds your hips, keeping you sitting up. "Wasn't planning on it," You respond, reaching up for a quick peck to his lips. Spencer has other plans though, deepening the kiss as his arms wrap around your waist.

"Good, because I have plenty more to teach you."

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #spencer reid x you #This gif will always hold a special place in my heart he just looks so soft

[callmerainman]

Alastor in a relationship with a pure hearted s/o

a/n. the relationship can be interpreted as queerplatonic or even romantic if you wish, but not sexual in any nature. hope Alastor is not ooc!

tw! canon typical violence

"cuddled up with a heart condemned, I should love you and I swear I do"

it's true that Alastor is touch averse, but this doesn't apply if it's you we're talking about.

also, we saw that Alastor dislikes physical touch only when it's someone else getting handsy with him. he can be pretty touchy if he wants to and likes to be close to you.

sneaking an arm around your waist, putting his hands on your shoulders, pecking your forehead. also, arms intertwined while walking around the city.

hand holding is more occasional, but not excluded at all.

he likes the sound of your laugh, and has a soft spot for your smile. he thinks that it suits you so well like a perfect-chosen accessory.

veeery protective. he knows you can be naïve and that Hell loves to take advantage of more innocent inhabitants.

he prefers to go with you when you have to leave the Hotel and strikes deathly smiles to anyone who dares to look at you with any kind of intention.

you're the only person who can see him drop his smile sometimes. he doesn't have to use it as a tool when you're around so there's no reason for him to always keep it. he doesn't feel vulnerable around your presence.

sometimes he comes back to the Hotel covered in blood. you don't approve his ways, and he knows, but he's just like this.

you shrug your shoulders, sigh, and then take some towels to clean him up.

"you'll end up ruining your coat and your pretty face like this"

loooves to dance with you. swing dancing specifically. maybe to the rhythm of an upbeat jazz tune in your room.

you were completely wack at dancing the Charleston, but he taught you well since he's an absolute beast at it.

you occasionally slow dance, it's a really intimate moment for you and Alastor and makes you both feel closer to each other. your favourite spot to slow dance is the forest in his room, especially at night under a clear and starry sky.

you like to drink together, he's a classy type of drunk and you make the best conversations while sharing a glass together.

sometimes, he'll start ruminating about the possibility of you redeeming yourself and leaving the Hotel.

he doesn't like ruminating, it makes him feel weird because he doesn't believe in redemption in the first place. so case closed...right?

he says to himself that even if you were to be, he would find a way to let you stay.

but he immediately tells himself that he doesn't want to force you. but he also starts to get concerned because it's not like him to contain himself and his cold heart. more ruminating, more concerned Alastor.

he's aware that he cares about you, and that you're special to him and that he feels a deep rooted love. but he never thought it would affect his evilness and now he's confused.

you like to cook for him, since you're aware that he's a huge foodie. and he loves to do the same for you! he likes to share his mom's recipes.

loves to call you "my darling"

you like to hang out at his radio tower, just listening to him intently while he hosts a program.

sometimes even asks you to join in to talk about jazz!

very occasionally sleeping together, just holding your hands with fingers intertwined.

honestly Alastor doesn't even know what love is, but he just knows that he feels it for you.

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[kinokkotsu]

Girlfriend — Yuuta Okkotsu x Reader

You found yourself sitting at the edge of a building. You took a small box and opened it, revealing the several cigarettes sticks inside. You pulled one out of its box as you push it in between your lips. The Tokyo city lights were amazing from above, though you had seen this view many times before. Maybe you’re getting high with yourself without even noticing. A low chuckle escaped your lips as you figured so.

Your ears immediately perked up once you heard footsteps from behind, “…relax, it’s just me” a gentle voice crept out as a tall figure appeared from the dark, Yuuta Okkotsu.

The special graded sorcerer had always something to do with you and it was always something about love. Maybe it was just you trying to deny it. You’d had sex for a few times, went on dates and even had shared the same apartment before.

But you guys were not a thing.

He was a jujutsu sorcerer and worse he was the student under Gojo’s wing. And you? You were a puppet of Kenjaku in fact you know everything little things he had done including him pulling a trick on Itadori’s dad.

Maybe that was one of the reasons why you always had not been accepting his and your feelings to get in the way.

“Are you not going to say anything?” You said firmly, staring at the guy that just settled down next to you without a word. “no, not yet.” he smiled, a genuine one. you scoffed, “the fuck you mean no? I did not come here for nothing.”

Silence fell between you both before Okkotsu turnt to look at you. “I actually..don’t want to seem like I’m using you.” he said as he stared at you flick the cigarettes with your fingers. “Use me? Then what do you wanna do? Propose me? Don’t be an id-”

“Yes..yes. I want to make us an official thing. I want to make you an official thing.” he said, almost seemed like whispering.

At the moment, his face was too close to yours. You can feel his hot breaths against your cheeks, slightly making you feel things you had never experienced before. A rush of blood flowed through your cheeks which caused Okkotsu to laugh.

“Are you seriously blushing at this? c’mon it’s not like we have not even slept together bef-”

“Will you shut up already? Your voice is so loud that people on the ground might even hear.” you said, trying not to break a smile as you push him away.

You loved these kinds of moments. Moments that cannot be shared with anyone. You knew he was serious about his previous commitment yet you were not convinced you agreed too.

“..I just don’t want you to get executed once they found out.” you exhaled before your hands worked their way for another cigarette as it stopped its track once Okkotsu stopped your hand.

He looked at you sincerely, “they won’t find out.. I’m really tired of staying as strangers and you know how much I would like to hold your hand without feeling guilty.” He said before rubbing his palm against the back of your hand gently. He grabbed your soft hand and placed it on his lips, giving it a peck on the veins.

your heart softened at the sight, his face illuminated by the city lights, featuring every details perfectly. His hair messily falling off to his forehead. he was indeed handsome though it may take sometime to actually admit it.

“I promise they won’t. I don’t care if they do, I only need a world with you and me in it.” He grinned as he crooked his head in your neck.

you laughed at his words, “do you even know who you are talking to right now?”

“my girlfriend — obviously.”

“You’re such a hard headed guy.” You smiled softly while rubbing his skull. Though your brain told you to stop your actions, your heart convinced you to trust his words.

And you did.

I lost the request to this but if you’re seeing this, thanks for the brilliant idea xx. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Thanks!

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[andvys]

Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it E.M.

A continuation of I know places

Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of bullying, Eddie calling reader slut (in a sexy way haha), Eddie eats reader out in public

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!cheerleader!reader

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The classroom is silent, everyone focused on their assignment, everyone except for Eddie who can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. There you are sitting on the other side of the classroom, playing with the pencil, you place it between your lips, the lips that have been wrapped around his cock just a few days back. 

Fuck. 

Eddie felt like it was nothing but a dream after you had left him standing there with a flushed face and gaping eyes. 

He is still in disbelief, did it really happen? Did you really get on your knees for him? Yes, you did. He stares at you in awe. You turn to look at him, a smirk appearing on your face as your eyes lock with his. 

Eddie smiles shyly. He wants nothing more than to return the favor but he hasn’t been brave enough to make a move on you. He considered starting a fight with Jason again just to get you to cheer him up again but then he decided against it. 

He can’t take his eyes off of you, he never could. He was always a little obsessed with you. You and your little cheer uniform, your glossy lips, the cute hairstyles and those innocent yet mischievous eyes of yours always drove him crazy. 

You were always a little intimidating to him and others. You were no bully but you were never afraid to speak your mind and fight back against bullies, he wouldn’t be surprised if those assholes made you a target as well but surprisingly they never did. 

The first time you had ever smiled at him, he felt like his heart was about to explode and the first time you spoke to him, he felt it flutter like crazy. Once he realized that you weren’t as intimidating as he thought, he began to make conversations with you, holding doors open for you, offering to carry your books to your next classes. He was happy to see your smile that was only directed at him, the cute little giggles that he got to hear whenever he told you one of his bad jokes. 

You were nice to him, not as nice as you were to others though. Maybe you had a soft spot for him, that made him feel special. 

Especially after what happened at the restroom. 

He can’t keep his eyes off of you, not during class, not during lunch at the cafeteria. He is crazy about you. 

You’re sitting with Nancy and Barb, giggling about something one of the girls had whispered to you. He licks his lips as he watches your skirt ride up, exposing more of your skin, leaning closer to your friends to tell them something before you get up. He straightens up, eyes following you as he watches you leaving the cafeteria. 

He almost jumps up instantly, discarding his lunch and ignoring his friends and their confused faces, he follows you out, rushing after you. The hallways are empty, he figures that you went into the restroom so he decides to wait for you but the moment he leans against the wall, he feels a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he finds you standing here with a smirk on your pretty face.

“Who are you waiting for, pretty boy?” 

The teasing look in your eyes tells him that you already know that he was waiting for you. You felt his eyes on you the whole time, you might not always turn to look at him but he knows that you know he is watching you, that’s why you teased him relentlessly the past few days. Bending down in front of him, giving him the perfect view of your ass, licking your lips whenever you would look at him, swirling your tongue around that stupid vanilla ice cream as you held the cone in your hand when he ran into you after leaving the record store at Starcourt mall. 

You are driving him crazy. 

Eddie is still shy around you but fuck, the urge to grab you and slam you against the wall and fuck you with his tongue is almost unbearable. 

He grabs your hand and pulls you into the girls restroom, if he can’t get you out of his mind, then you won’t get him out of yours either. 

He does what you did to him. He grabs your waist and slams you against the wall, pressing your body against the cold tiles. 

You gasp, eyes flashing with surprise. He places his hands against the wall behind you, caging you against it. His eyes are dark but his cheeks are flushed red. As much as he wants to appear all tough and scary, he is still sweet Eddie to you. 

“I can’t get you out of my fucking mind, sweetheart,” he whispers as his eyes flicker down to your lips, he wants to kiss you, he wants it so bad but you didn’t kiss him the last time, clearly not wanting it… yet. 

You smirk at his words, the smell of his cologne, aftershave and a hint of smoke makes your skin tingle. You bring your hands up, placing them on his arms, the leather of his jacket smooth against your skin. 

“Do you want me to suck your cock again, Eddie?” You smirk. 

His eyes flash with hunger. 

“Or do you want something else?” You ask as you bat your eyelashes at him. You reach for his hands, your fingertips brush against his cold rings, for just a moment, you intertwine your fingers with his, causing both yours and his heart to flutter. 

His hands are rough, calloused, big. 

Yours are soft and small, fitting perfectly into his. 

You look into each other’s eyes, he blinks and so do you, surprised at the nice feelings in your chests from such an innocent touch. 

There’s something in the air, the energy surrounding you both is filled with tension, a nice one. It pulls you into each other. You break eye contact, looking down for a second before you look up at him again, pulling his hands towards you, you place them on your chest. 

His eyes widen, almost bulging out of his skull as he looks down. 

“What do you want, Eddie?” You smirk, “do you want to fuck my face? Or do you want my pussy this time?” 

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, his blood rushes down to his dick, this is not what he wanted. He wanted to get back at you, leave you speechless the way you left him. 

You place your palm on his chest and slide it down his body, your eyes are filled with longing, just like his. Before you can even come close to his belt, he grabs your hand and slams it against the wall behind you.

“What’s wrong?” You giggle as you eye the frustrated look on his face, ignoring the way his action made you feel. 

He licks his lips and leans closer, tilting your chin up, he keeps eye contact with you as he comes closer and closer, pressing his body against yours, “you’re a bad girl, you know that right?” 

Your lips curl into a smile, raising your brows at him, “no, I’m a good girl.” 

He chuckles, shaking his head at you, “no, you’re not.” 

He latches his lips onto your neck and for the first time, you feel what it’s like to be kissed by Eddie Munson. His plump lips are soft against your skin, kissing you so perfectly. What starts off with soft kisses quickly turns into messy ones as he starts sucking and biting your skin. 

“E-Eddie,” you whimper. You can feel him smirking against your skin. Letting go of your hand, he grabs your waist instead, he grabs you tightly, squeezing your hip as he slides it down to your ass, grabbing it with his large hand. 

You place your hand on his shoulder, eyes fluttering close as a moan falls from your lips. 

“You smell so good,” he whispers against your neck as he continues to kiss you, “and you sound so fucking pretty.” 

He slides his hand under your skirt, touching your bare skin, a groan leaves his lips when he feels the soft lace against his hand, “where are those tight shorts you usually wear?” 

“Left them at home,” you grin as your eyes lock with his again when he moves back to look at you, “I knew you’d do this at some point.” 

He raises his brows, smirking, “oh, so you planned this all along, huh?” 

You bite your lip, nodding at his words, you reach for the necklace around his pale neck, using it to pull him closer, “been waiting for you to make a move,” you whisper, eyes falling on his plump lips, “but you’re such a shy and innocent boy, Eddie.” 

His eyes darken and his brows draw together, “innocent?” He scoffs. 

“Mhmm, you’re a good boy, aren’t you? That was your first blow job wasn’t it?” 

“No, it wasn’t.” 

Jealousy flashes in your eyes, it’s hard to miss, Eddie knows what it’s like to feel jealous. He has felt that way, too many times. Watching you run around with those cute little skirts and your cheer uniform, getting attention from all the guys here. He can see the way they look at you, he can see the way they try to charm you, trying to flex with their daddy’s money but you aren’t interested, you never are. You don’t even give them the time of the day, walking past them without sparing a glance, the only one that seems to get your attention is Steve Harrington but you don’t seem to like him very much, all you ever do is bicker around with the King. 

Still, it makes him jealous that he is getting any attention in the first place, even if it’s the bad kind. 

“But it was the best one,” Eddie smirks, trying to make you feel better, “no one’s ever made me feel so good, sweetheart.” He says as he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, “I wanna make you feel good too.” 

Your stomach flutters and you feel yourself getting wet at his words. He can see the desire in your eyes, he can feel the way you press yourself harder against him, a whine leaving your lips when he presses his fingers against your soaked panties. 

“Show me what you got then, Munson.” 

It’s cute how you try to appear tough and arrogant when you are literally about to start grinding yourself against his hand, desperately. 

The door opens and your eyes widen, before anyone can see you, Eddie grabs your hand and pushes you into the last stall, shutting and locking the door before he presses you against the wall. It’s a deja vu moment, really. Just a few days back you did that to him, now he has you caged against the wall, putting his hand over your mouth and giving you a sly smirk. 

Your eyes widen even further when you hear your friends' voices. 

“Can you be quiet for me?” Eddie whispers as he looks into your big eyes. 

You nod your head. 

“Good girl.” 

You suppress the whimper that almost sounded through the restroom. 

Eddie pushes your soaked panties to the side, slipping his fingers through your wet folds, he almost lets out a moan himself. He brings his soaked digits to your clit, rubbing circles on it. 

You furrow your brows and bite your bottom lip beneath his hand. His fingers feel so good. 

You swallow harshly, you look into his dark eyes, admiring the way he looks at you, the way he is so much taller than you, the way he stares at you in awe as he slips his fingers into your wet pussy. He kept his rings on. 

You can both hear Nancy and Barb talking but neither of you care, not even when they mention your name as they wonder where you had run off to. You can hear the water running, Nancy rummaging through her small makeup bag, probably to freshen up the light pink lipstick she always wears. 

“You’re so tight for me, baby,” he whispers into your ear as he presses a sloppy kiss to your neck, “you’re fucking squeezing my fingers.” 

The softest and smallest whimper escapes your mouth, just in time after your friends have finally left. 

“E-Eddie,” you whimper when he finally pulls his hand away from your mouth. 

He pulls his fingers out and slams them back into you, stretching you open as he fucks you with his rings clad fingers. 

“Yes baby?” 

“F-Feels so good, please don’t stop.” 

God, the things he would do to get you like this forever. Your moans drive him crazy, making his dick hard in his pants. 

“What would your friends think, hmm?” He whispers as he brushes your hair back with his free hand, caressing your cheek and putting his thumb on your bottom lip, freeing it from your teeth. 

“What would the cheer squad think or all the boys that want you? What would they say if they saw you getting fingered by the town freak?” 

Your eyes flash with anger but you can’t stop the moans from falling. 

“Y-You’re not a freak. You’re just Eddie.” 

He would be lying if he said that your words don’t warm his heart but his expression doesn’t falter. Do you really think so? 

“You’re my Eddie.” 

Well, fuck. You are making it so easy for him to fall to his knees for you, quite literally. 

Your eyes widen when you look down at him, his big brown eyes look up at you with both mischief and adoration. He slips your panties down your legs and you shudder, swallowing nervously. 

You step out of them, Eddie reaches for the pink lace, grinning at you, “I’m keeping these,” he says before he stuffs them into his back pocket. 

You can’t even help but giggle, a sound that is enough to give him heart palpitations. 

He kisses your knees and your thighs, sweetly. You bite your bottom lip again, staring down at him with lust in your eyes. 

“You’re so beautiful, fuck,” he murmurs. Pushing your skirt up, he groans as he begins to rub your clit again, “so fucking wet.” 

“All for you.” 

“All for me?” He grins as he presses a kiss to your clit, causing you to gasp in surprise. 

You nod your head quickly, desperately. 

 He grabs your ass, squeezing it tightly as his licks a strip up your pussy. 

“Oh my god…” 

“Not god, just Eddie.”

“Same thing,” you say, giggling at the surprised expression on his face. 

“Fuck, you have no idea what you’re doing to me, sweetheart,” he says before he finally buries his face in your cunt. You instantly push your hand into his hair and pull at it, making him moan against you. 

“Eddie… Eddie…” 

He smirks, you can feel it. 

He fucks you on his tongue, his hand hold you tightly, gripping your ass cheeks in a way that you know will leave marks. 

“I knew you would taste fucking sweet,” he moans.

He thought about this? He thought about doing this to you?

You never felt anything like this, his tongue feels just as perfect as his fingers, you wonder what it would feel like to feel his cock inside of you. 

He looks up at you as he eats you out, he moans and groans so perfectly, it just makes you want him more and more. He grabs your leg and puts it over his shoulder as he dives his tongue in deeper. 

“Y-You’re so good, fuck,” you moan as you shut your eyes for a moment. 

Your face grows hot, your skin feels like it’s on fire, your knees grow weak and your body begs for relief. 

He eats you out so messily and desperately, switching between fingering your cunt and eating you out as his thumb rubs circles on your sensitive clit. He moans against you, loving your taste. 

“Say you’re mine,” he demands as he pulls away from you for a moment. His chin glistens, all the warm brown color in his eyes is gone, replaced by pure darkness. 

“I’m yours, Eddie please don’t stop,” you whine as you try to push his head against you again. It only makes him chuckle darkly. 

“You’re such a whiny little slut,” he says, “are you like that for others?” 

You shake your head wildly, tears well up in your eyes, you were so close before he pulled away. 

“Are you like that for Harrington? You hate that guy, don’t you? Bet you fuck him too, huh?” 

“No!” You say angrily, you would never. 

He chuckles, “no?” 

“No, I only want you,” you whine, “please.” 

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, he goes back to it, eating you out with just as much intensity as before. 

Your back arches in pleasure as he flicks his tongue inside of you. 

His name falls from your lips so effortlessly. It makes his heart race. 

It doesn’t take long for him to make you come undone. You grip his hair tighter and screw your eyes shut as you cum on his tongue. You feel your tears running down your face, your legs are shaking, knees almost buckling. 

Eddie kisses your thighs before he puts your skirt back in place, getting up, he places his hands on your waist, smirking as he watches you trying to catch your breath. For a moment, he allows himself to admire you. 

He loves to see you like this. 

He leans in, raising his hand up to your face, he grabs your chin as his wipes your tears away. 

You open your eyes to look at him. His lips are puffy, so kissable. 

“You good, princess?” He chuckles as he leans in to kiss your cheek. 

“Mhmmm.” 

You stare at each other, the urge to kiss each other growing stronger and stronger. He is so pretty. 

“Can I have my panties back?” 

He laughs, shaking his head, “nah, they’re mine now.” 

“You want me to walk around without panties on?” 

“You’re supposed to wear shorts under that skirt, y/n,” he grins, eyes flashing with amusement. 

“Spanks,” you frown. 

You gasp when he spanks your ass, eyes widening, “Eddie!” You slap his chest. 

He laughs again, grabbing your hand and holding it against his chest, “what? You said spanks, I thought you wanted them.” 

“The shorts, they’re called spanks, dumbass.” 

He snorts, “oh… don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he whispers as he places another kiss to your cheek, “maybe I should take you back to my van, spank you some more while I make you ride my dick.” 

You gasp again, eyes flashing with lust. 

“Do it.” 

“Yeah?” He asks, excitedly. 

You nod, “take me to your van, Eddie.” 

His smile grows bigger, “fuck yeah,” he says as though he has been waiting for this all his life, “I’m gonna rock your world, princess.” 

“You’re such a dork.” 

As you feel him intertwining his fingers with yours, you can't help but hope for him to never let it go, not knowing that he is hoping the same thing, hoping that you will never drop his hand.

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[fragileheartbeats]

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˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 | 五条 悟 ─ 𓇼 . ♡𝆬

The sun sets low on the horizon, As he looks at his lover with love, His heart beating with a passionate rhythm, As he watches the gentle curves of her face.

With each passing moment, his love grows, Filling him with a warmth he cannot deny, He longs to hold her close, never letting go, For she is the missing piece to his puzzle.

Her eyes, like pools of deep e/c, Captivate him and hold his gaze, He cannot look away, for fear of losing, The one thing that brings him happiness.

The soft breeze carries her laughter, And it soothes his weary soul, For in her presence, he feels whole, And all his troubles are forgotten.

He remembers the first time they met, And how her smile lit up his world, He knew from that moment on, That she was the one he had been searching for.

The way her hair falls around her face, Glistening in the fading light, It takes his breath away, And he counts his blessings for having her in his life.

He reaches out to touch her, But she is just an illusion in his mind, For she is gone, never to return, And his heart breaks all over again.

Tears fall silently down his cheeks, As he watches her fade into the night, He knows he can never truly have her, But still, he holds on to their memories tight.

For even though she is not physically there, She will always hold a special place in his heart, And the love that he feels for her, Will never truly die, even when they are apart.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 | 伏黒 恵 ─ 𔒌 . ♡𝆬

He stands there in awe, watching her every move, Mesmerized by her beauty, so graceful and smooth. His lover, his confidant, his greatest treasure, His heart beats faster, his love knows no measure. Her eyes, like stars, shining so bright, Her smile, like sunshine, chasing away the night. He can't help but smile, feeling so blessed, To have her in his life, his love always confessed. She looks at him with those eyes, full of love, And he can't believe it's real, like a gift from above. His heart swells with emotions, too great to contain, He knows in that moment, nothing can ever cause him pain. He takes her hand, and pulls her close, Feeling her warmth, he's loves overdose. Her touch, her scent, fills his soul, He knows in her arms, he's finally whole. He whispers sweet words, words of love, And she listens, like an angel from above. Her voice, like music, soothes his soul, Making him feel complete, making him feel whole. He kisses her lips, so soft and sweet, Their love so pure, their love so deep. He never wants to let her go, For she's the one who makes his heart glow. As they dance under the stars, in each other's embrace, He knows in her arms, is his favorite place. His love for her, limitless and true, For she's his everything, his lover, his muse. And as the night comes to an end, He looks at her with love, his best friend. He knows in his heart, this love will never fade, For she's his everything, his lover, his soulmate.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 | 虎杖 悠仁 ─ 𓐐𓎩 . ♡𝆬

He sat there, gazing at her with pure adoration, His heart overflowing with love, no hesitation. Watching her every move, his eyes never stray, For her beauty captivates him in every single way. From the way her hair falls, to the curve of her smile, He could watch her for hours, never tiring, not even for a while. Her eyes, a sea of emotion, shining bright, Reflecting the depth of their love, with each and every light. As she moves gracefully, like a ballerina in a dream, He's lost in the moment, nothing else in his mind seems. Her laughter, like music, a symphony in his ears, Bringing him joy and happiness, beyond his wildest fears. With every breath she takes, his heart beats a little faster, Her presence, a blessing, filling his life with laughter. Her touch, like magic, igniting a fire within, A love so pure, it feels almost like a sin. He can't imagine a life without her by his side, For she's his everything, his heart, his soul, his pride. As she looks at him with those eyes, so filled with trust, He knows in that moment, their love is more than just. He reaches for her hand, intertwining their fingers, Feeling a sense of completeness, as his heart lingers. Their love, a bond that surpasses all boundaries, A love that will withstand any life's uncertainties. In this world full of chaos, she's his sense of calm, She's his light in the dark, his healing balm. Every day, he thanks the stars above, For blessing him with a love so pure, and a lover to love.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 | 宿儺 ─ 𓇢𓆸 . ♡𝆬

The room is dim and cold, But his gaze burns like fire. Staring at her with love untold, His heart filled with desire. Though his nature is cruel, Her beauty softens his heart. And in her eyes, he sees a jewel, A priceless piece of art. He knows his faults, But she sees past them all. In her arms, he halts, As she breaks down his wall. He never thought he'd feel, Anything but rage and hate. But with her, it's all so real, A love that he can't negate. His touch is rough and harsh, But his heart beats for her. Though his words often pierce and lash, Her love remains pure. He was once a cold-hearted man, But she thawed his icy soul. With her, he feels alive again, No longer in control. He knows he doesn't deserve her, But she stands by his side. In her love, he finds shelter, A place where he can hide. He may be cruel to others, But with her, he is kind. In her arms, he discovers, A love he never thought he'd find. And so he stands, looking at her, With love in his cruel eyes. For she is the only one, his lover, Who sees through his disguise.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 | 七海 建人 ─ ☘︎ . ♡𝆬

With eyes as deep as oceans, He gazes upon his love, Heart bursting with pure emotion, And the stars shine from above. Her beauty is unmatched, In his eyes she's perfection, Every moment spent with her, Is like a sweet addiction. Her laughter, like music, Fills his soul with pure delight, Casting away any darkness, With its warm and gentle light. He can't help but smile, As she looks back at him, For in her loving gaze, He sees his entire world within. Her touch is like magic, Sending shivers down his spine, He never wants to let go, For she is his greatest find. He longs to hold her close, And feel her heartbeat against his, Whispering words of love, In each and every kiss. They've been through it all, The highs and the lows, But together they've conquered, All their fears and woes. He knows he's found his soulmate, In this woman he holds dear, And he thanks the heavens, For bringing her near. With love that knows no limits, He'll stand by her side, Through every storm and struggle, Their love will forever abide. So as he looks upon her, With all the love in his heart, He knows that she's his forever, And they'll never be apart.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 | 夏油 傑 ─ 𓆉 . ♡𝆬

As the rain poured down on the deserted streets, A man stood alone, with a heart full of deceit. His eyes locked on his lover, standing near, But the love he felt, came with a sneer. For this man was cruel, and heartless too, No one knew the darkness, that he kept in lieu. But as he stared at his lover, so pure and true, His heart ached with a love, he couldn't undo. He longed to hold her, to kiss her sweet lips, But his anger and hatred, were his only grips. He wanted to tell her, how much he cared, But his twisted nature, left his love ensnared. A tear fell from his eye, as he watched her smile, For she was the only one, who could break his vile. He wanted to tell her, how sorry he was, But his pride and ego, were his biggest cause. The way she looked at him, with eyes full of adoration, Made him wonder, if he was worthy of her affection. For she showed him a love, he never knew, A love that was pure, and so true. But he, was scared to show, The love he felt, the softness that glowed. So he stood there, with a heart full of love, But his actions and words, were far from enough. He knew he didn't deserve, the love she gave, But he couldn't let her go, he was her willing slave. His cruelty and anger, were his only shield, But deep down inside, his love was unconcealed. As the rain continued to pour, the man couldn't move, For he was overwhelmed, by the love he couldn't prove. So he just stood there, with a heart full of pain, Hoping one day, his love would not be in vain.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 | 伏黒甚爾 ─ 𓆤 . ♡𝆬

He stood across the room, His heart heavy with despair, In his arms, he held his lover, With pain, written all over her. He looked at her with love, A love that was once vibrant, But now shattered and broken, Like a mirror never to be mended. He remembered the days, When she was his ray of light, Her smile could light up his world, But now, she had lost her spark. He longed for the days, When they were happy and whole, But now, they were just fragments, Of a beautiful love they used to know. He wanted to hold her, to mend her, To make her whole again, But he knew deep down, That their love was beyond repair. He couldn't help but feel guilty, For not being able to save her, He had promised to always protect her, But he had failed to keep his word. Tears streamed down his face, As he gazed at her broken form, He knew he had to let her go, For her own good, he had to be strong. He kissed her forehead gently, Whispering words of love and goodbye, For though their love was broken, His love for her would never die. He took one last look at her, His heart heavy and shattered, But he knew he had to move on, For their love story had now ended. He walked away with a heavy heart, Leaving behind the woman he loved, But he knew in his heart, That she would always be his one true love.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 | 脹相 ─ 𖤣𖥧 . ♡𝆬

His love for her runs deep, A feeling he cannot keep. As he gazes into her eyes, The world around him dies. In this moment, all he sees, Is the beauty and grace of she. A masterpiece in every way, His heart in her hands, she'll sway. His love for her, pure and true, Infinite, like the ocean blue. With every breath, he feels, A love that forever reels. Her touch, a blissful fire, His heart, a captive wire. Her smile, a beacon of light, Guiding him through the darkest night. He could search the whole world over, But would never find another, A lover with a heart so kind, A soul that forever intertwined. In her arms, he finds solace, His heart in her love, he'll place. For her, he would cross any sea, Just to prove his love's honesty. With every glance, he's reminded, Of the love they have unbounded. In this moment, he knows, She's his forever, wherever they go. So he looks at her with love, A love that fits like a glove. And in her eyes, he sees, A love that's meant to be.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 | 乙骨 憂太 ─ ✉ . ♡𝆬

In the stillness of the night, As the stars danced in the sky, He gazed upon his lover, With love shining in his eyes.

She lay peacefully beside him, Her hair spread out like a fan, He couldn't help but marvel, At the perfection of this woman.

His heart swelled with love, For this angel in his arms, She was his everything, His light, his shelter from harm.

He traced her delicate features, Her smooth skin against his hand, And in that moment, He knew he was the luckiest man.

For she was more than just a lover, She was his best friend, Together they had overcome, Life's trials, they had no end.

With her, he was whole, She completed his soul, And in her, he found, A love that made him whole.

He pressed a gentle kiss, On her forehead so soft, And whispered words of love, In a voice so sweet and loft.

She stirred in her sleep, And held him tight, In that moment, he knew, She was his forever, his light.

For love is not just words, But actions, feelings too, And as he looked at her, He knew his love was true.

So he held her close, And watched her slumber, For in her peaceful state, He found his heart's number.

And as the night gave way, To the dawn's first light, He whispered one last time, 'I love you, my beautiful sight.'

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 | 狗巻 棘 ─ ♬ . ♡𝆬

His heart beats fast, he cannot hide, The love he feels for his sweet love. With every glance, his heart takes flight, For she is his everything, his shining light. Her eyes, like stars, sparkle and shine, Such beauty, he can't believe she's his. The way she smiles, it melts his core, He knows he couldn't ask for more. As he gazes at her, lost in thought, He can't help but feel so deeply caught. In the web of love, she's spun around him, His heart so full, it feels like it could burst at the brim. His fingers trace her soft, delicate face, And he thanks his lucky stars for her embrace. For in her love, he's found his home, No longer lost, no longer alone. With every breath, he takes her in, For she is his salvation, his everlasting sin. He is consumed by her, body and soul, Her love has made him whole. He could stare at her for eternity, His love for her, a never-ending symphony. Nothing could ever measure up, To the love he feels, overflowing like a cup. With every beat of his heart, he knows it's true, He's found his forever in her, his love anew. So he continues to gaze, lost in her eyes, For she's his one true love, his forever paradise.

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[xlpoww]

let him.

chocolate covered strawberries <3

highly requested, fluffy, heart warming part two of she'll be the best you ever had if you let her!! finale here!! when you were a waiting room

no warnings!

word count: 696

opla! sanji x f! reader

the gentle crash of the waves, the rocking of the boat, it brings a sort of comfort to you. the going merry is truly a wonderful ship, a perfect place to have the honor of calling home. even so, the stinging feeling in your chest had only slightly dulled since deciding to stay behind on the ship. everyone else had gone to check out the local town, but you couldn't bring yourself to have to tag along to watch more of sanji flirting with every woman he sees.

with a shake of your head, you hum to yourself and continue on cleaning the kitchen. it was a feeble attempt at a distraction; even when going out of the way to avoid him, you find yourself in his favorite room.

-

sanji can’t help the smile on his face, there’s almost a skip in his step as he walks back to the ship. in his arms was a bag full of all the ingredients needed to make his favorite girl chocolate covered strawberries.

when you had come up onto the deck to let the crew know you wouldn’t be joining them on the excursion, he couldn't help the frown that formed. he’d been looking forward to wandering the beautiful streets with you. no girl he had ever met had made him do such a double take, and you hadn't even noticed. every attempt of his to find a distraction always failed, for no matter how many girls he flirted with in the moment, when he was all alone his brain was full of thoughts of you.

he boards the ship silently, assuming you were taking a nap or something in your room. the last thing he wanted was to interrupt your beauty sleep (not that he thought you needed any). he’s whistling to himself as he walks across the deck and uses his shoulder to open the door to the kitchen, not expecting to see you wiping down the table, in your own world assumedly.

“y/n?”

“sanji!” your face seems to be a mixture of surprise and flustered, and the hand that was wiping down the table drops the cloth to wave at him warmly. “what are you doing back here so early?”

“you seemed a little down my darling, i figured i’d make something special to lighten your spirits” his charming smile, so kind and warm. it makes the butterflies in your stomach do flips, and you know there’s a light blush spreading across your cheeks thanks to the sweet pet name. 

he’s so hard not to love.

“what did you have in mind chef?” there's a teasing tone to your voice, walking towards him to take a peek into the bag he was holding. you had just leaned onto your tiptoes to peek over the top of it when he pulled it out of your view. 

“ahh ahhh! it was supposed to be a surprise love.” a pout graces your lips that makes his own heart skip a beat, and his resolve is quickly broken. he sighs in a way that feels like warm honey flowing through your veins, looking at you with an affectionate smile. “you said you loved chocolate covered strawberries? didn’t you?”

“...you remembered?” your whisper of disbelief is combined with an adorable held tilt. sanji cant help the chuckle that comes out of his mouth. he brushes past you to place down the bag of ingredients, stepping back towards you to tug on your hand. he pulls you closer to him and the counter, placing a hand on your cheek and looking at you in a way that almost fools your heart.

“i have a hard time forgetting anything that involves my favorite girl” his sweet words are combined with a quick kiss to your forehead, and then he's reaching into the bag to pull out fresh red strawberries and the best milk chocolate he could find on the island. 

your hand reaches up to where he kissed, and when he begins to explain to you how one would go about making the best chocolate covered strawberries; you can almost start to believe, that maybe, just maybe

he loved you too.

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[juniperskye]

I Can’t Be Your Friend.

Sneak Peek: Eddie and you do something that alters the state of your friendship. You realize that being his friend hurts too much now. **The events of season 4 did NOT happen** Bold are Eddie’s thoughts; Italics are reader’s thoughts.

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Angst/Fluff/implied Smut

Word count: 2473

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, implied smut, drug use (marijuana), explicit language, idiots in love, Steve’s absent parents, mention of underage drinking. Let me know if I missed any!

That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Tonight was going to be amazing! Steve had invited everyone over for a summer kickoff party, there would be pizza, swimming, beer, and good company. Robin and you had gotten to Steve’s early to help set things up, pizzas were on the way, and you were just waiting for everyone to show up now.

First to arrive was Nancy, she had driven over with Mike, Lucas, Max, and Dustin. They had come bounding in with arms full of chips and soda, piling them recklessly on the coffee table. The younger kids were arguing about who got the bathroom first to change.

You couldn’t help but laugh and roll your eyes as you made your way to the door, letting in the next group. You had assumed it would be Johnathan, Argyle, and the rest of the kids, but instead, Eddie was standing in the doorway.

“Hey Eds!” You smiled.

“Hey! How’s my best girl?” Eddie pulled you into his arms and lifted you slightly as he spun you around. “I’ve missed you dude.”

“I’m good Eds. I’ve missed you too!” Your heart clenched slightly as he placed you back on your feet.

Your relationship with Eddie had always been like this. You were best friends, but sometimes, things were done or said that seemed a bit more than friendly. You’d stayed more nights with Eddie this last year than you did in your own home. Robin had pestered you about the status of your relationship with him to which you’d always reply; “We’re just friends, he doesn’t see me that way”.

“So, I know the kids are here, but I brought a little something special for us. I figured we could go to the van, take a few hits then come back in.” Eddie said wagging a joint in front of you.

“Eddie!” You hissed, covering the joint. “You can’t just pull that out. But yes, give me fifteen minutes.”

Eddie tucked the joint back into his jacket pocket and watched as you made your way over to Steve, Nancy, and Robin. Robin gave you a knowing look and you brushed her off. You were all catching up for a bit, laughing at the nonsense the kids were getting up to. Eddie was the one to open the door for Jonathan, Argyle, El, and Will. As they all walked in, Eddie came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head.

“You ready?” Eddie whispered.

You nodded and let him lead you outside to his van. Climbing in the back, you made yourself comfortable amongst the pile of blankets and pillows, all the while, Eddie lit the joint and placed it to his lips. After a few quick puffs and one long drag, Eddie passed it to you. The two of you passed the joint back and forth for a bit before it was nearly gone.

“Do you want the last hit?” Eddie asked.

“Nah it’s cool, you take it.” You leaned your head back.

“We could always share it.” Eddie said with a sly smirk.

“Okay.” You blushed.

Eddie took a long drag, holding it in as he moved towards you. He brought his lips to yours, only separated by a few millimeters. Your lips parted in a gasp, and he blew the smoke into your mouth. You inhaled sharply, allowing the smoke in. Your mind felt hazy, and you were starting to wonder if it was the weed or the lack of space between Eddie and you. Eddie met your eyes and pulled back slightly, clearing his throat.

What the hell was happening?

The two of you made your way back into the house and took turns changing into your bathing suits. You rushed outside and went to sit on the steps of the pool with Robin and Nancy. Each of whom gave you a pointed look.

Eddie made a stop in the kitchen to grab you a coke and an orange soda for himself, he then made his way outside. He sat the two cans in front of where you were sitting with the girls, the next thing you knew he was jumping into the pool, splashing the three of you, eliciting screeches from you three.

He surfaced and swam over to you, settling himself between your legs which were dangling off the step. His chest pressed against yours as he reached behind you to grab his soda. Your breath was caught in your throat.

Had he always been this beautiful?

Who were you kidding. Of course he had.

The night went on like this. The kids swimming, playing a ridiculous game of Marco-Polo, Steve grilling hamburgers and hotdogs, Eddie treating you like far more than a friend.

Now you were all crammed in Steve’s living room, some movie playing in the background. You couldn’t remember the name of it because you were far too distracted. When you had come into the living room, all the good seats had been taken, and instead of letting you sit on the floor, Eddie had pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your middle.

You had been sitting like this for about half an hour before he made the suggestion.

“Do you want to go back to my place?”

This typically wouldn’t have sounded like a line, but given everything that had occurred today, you couldn’t help but feel like his words held deeper meaning.

“Okay.”

He led you into the trailer, just like any other time you’d been here, only this time there was a tension hanging over you.

More like sexual tension.

Jesus, get a hold of yourself.

Entering Eddie’s room brought forth a wave of anticipation, you couldn’t help but feel like something was about to happen. Eddie walked over to you and handed you one of his Iron Maiden shirts and a pair of his boxers.

It’s now or never.

You locked your eyes on Eddie’s as you slowly removed your tank top and shorts, leaving you clad in only your bathing suit. Eddie took a sharp breath and pulled his shirt over his head. Up until now things felt as though they’d been moving in slow motion, then all of a sudden things switched to fast forward.

Eddie lunged towards you and locked his lips onto your own, your hands finding his curls, his finding the ties to your swimsuit. His lips tasted like orange soda and nicotine, he was addicting, and you knew you’d never be able to give this up.

Eddie woke up and glanced over to see your naked form curled up in his bed. He couldn’t believe it, the two of you had taken that leap, this would change everything between you.

This could change everything.

I can’t afford to lose her.

You stirred awake, noticing your lack of clothing, and taking note of the discarded clothing on the floor.

So that really did happen.

This could change everything!

“Hey.” Eddie said quietly.

“Hey.” You blushed.

You sat up holding the sheet to your chest and turning to meet Eddie’s gaze. Something was off about his expression, he seemed somber, and you were terrified to find out why.

“So, uh…” Eddie turned, breaking eye contact. “We should just forget this ever happened; you know. So, it doesn’t fuck up our friendship.”

Please say you don’t want to forget about it.

Of course he doesn’t want me.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I guess you’re right.”

Of course she doesn’t want me.

You stood and quickly began pulling your clothes on and gathering your things. There was this loud ringing in your ears and you’re sure Edie was calling your name, but all you knew was you needed to get out of there.

You were halfway home before the ringing stopped.

How could you be so stupid.

Then the tears started. Not only had your heart been broken by the man you loved, but you also lost the one person you’d want to hold you while you cried.

“Dude what is up with you? You’ve been super weird since Steve’s summer kick-off party.” Robin pestered.

“Yeah she’s right, plus Eddie’s been extra bitchy, which usually only happens when you haven’t seen one another in a while. I thought for sure you guys were gonna hookup that night.” Steve ranted.

Your face turned a bright shade of red and you let your gaze fall to your lap. You knew you weren’t exactly being discreet with your avoidance of Eddie, but you didn’t’ think they’d call you out directly.

“Holy shit! You two had sex!” Robin shouted, smacking you on the arm.

“Ow! Yes, we did. And it ruined everything. The next morning, he suggested we just forget it ever happened.”

“What? No way, Eddie’s head over heels for you. What happened?” Steve asked.

You explained to Steve and Robin the events of the night and they both concluded that it made no sense. They were both convinced Eddie was in love with you.

This was when Steve and Robin came up with their plan. They would get you and Eddie together before summer ended.

“Steve, this isn’t working. She is declining every invite to hangout; she has gone as far as driving over and leaving if she sees the van, and even calling everyone to be sure if Eddie was invited.” Robin said throwing herself on the couch in defeat.

“That’s it! We will invite her over for a movie night, just the three of us. Then after she’s here, you go to the other room and call Eddie and invite him over. That way nobody will be able to tell her that he’s invited because he wasn’t.” Steve explained.

“Hey guys!” You called entering Steve’s house.

“Hey! How have you been? We haven’t seen you in a while.” Robin pulled you into a hug.

“Sorry about that, I just…I can’t bring myself to face him yet. I’ll get over it, I just need time.” You said.

Steve came in, greeting you and pulling you to the living room to help him pick a movie. He threw a wink over his shoulder to Robin. She rolled her eyes and made her way to Steve’s dad’s office ready to make the call. When she came to the living room she played it off as a trip to the bathroom.

Things were going well, they felt like old times, save for the hole in your chest in the shape of one, Eddie Munson.

Speaking of which.

“Hey guys!” Eddie greeted, entering the house.

“Guys, what the hell.” You said threw gritted teeth.

They both looked at you with guilty eyes. You shook your head and told them you needed to go. Grabbing your bag you went for the door. It took everything in you to not look at him.

“Hey, where are you going?” Eddie called after you, following you outside. “I haven’t seen you in weeks. You’re dodging my calls, your canceling plans, you’re literally leaving as I showed up to hang out.”

“Eddie, I can’t do this right now. I need to go.”

“So what? That’s it?” He had never sounded so defeated.

“Eddie, I…”

“Is this because of that night? C’mon you’re my best friend, you’re just gonna throw that all away?” He grasped your hand in his own.

“That’s the problem Eddie, I can’t be your friend anymore. Everything is different now.” You shook your head, pulled your hand from his grasp, and took off walking back home.

Eddie walked back into the house and immediately receive a slap to the back of the head from Robin. She and Steve proceeded to explain to Eddie how he had messed the whole thing up and how him suggesting you just “forget it ever happened” had led you to believe that he didn’t care about you.

Initially he didn’t believe them that you had feelings for him, but after they literally spelled it out for him, he realized what an idiot he had been.

“I’m gonna need your help.”

The plan had been a pretty difficult one, Eddie needed Robin and Steve to convince you to come over again for an end of summer bash and after the last time, he was sure you’d say no.

Robin had explained to you that after your conversation with Eddie, that he definitely wouldn’t be coming. She told you that she asked him, and he had declined. It was then that you agreed, but not without a pang of guilt filling your chest. You couldn’t stand the thought of hurting Eddie. The look on his face when you told him you couldn’t be his friend had been haunting you.

The day came and you drove over to Steve’s, shocked that the only car in the driveway had been his. You parked and let yourself in.

“Steve? Where is everyone?”

“Hey! I’m in my room, and they’re on their way I figured you could come early so I could see how you were doing.” Steve said.

You walked into his room and noticed he was seemingly searching for something, he was scrambling around his room, swiftly moving to his dresser as you made yourself comfortable on his bed. You looked over at him just in time to see a mess of curls enter and Steve pulling the door closed. You heard the lock click and the distinct sound of a chair being pushed against the knob.

“What the hell is this?”

“I needed to find a way to talk to you and you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Eddie, let me out.”

“Not until we talk. Look I fucked up that night, I suggested that we forget about it and that was stupid.” He exclaimed.

“Eds, look, I just need time…these feelings will go away eventually. I don’t want to lose you as a friend, but how am I supposed to be around you when I’ve tasted your kiss and will never get to experience that again?”

“I don’t want your feelings to go away. Truth is, I only suggested it because I thought there was no way you could love me back.” Eddie explained.

“You love me?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Eddie pulled you into a gentle kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. You let your fingers get tangled in his hair. There were whispered apologies between kisses and you two only broke apart when the two of you needed air.

“How would you like to go get some dinner?” Eddie asked.

“I would love that!” You replied.

With that, Eddie walked over to the bedroom door and began knocking, shouting to Steve that he was safe to let you guys out. His knocks sped up the longer it took for Steve to release you both.

“Harrington, hurry up! I gotta take my girlfriend on our first date!”

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[gay-dorito-dust]

hobie brown (spider-punk!!) is giving me severe brain rot, i love him sm 😭

if you ever decide to write for him, could you do some relationship hcs??

ty ^^

Not sure wether this is what you wanted but I hope it was worth it.

Music from the heart:

One of the most obvious ones is that Hobie would have a plethora of songs about you, it’s fucking adorable and so sweet, and so he would play them for you within the comfort of your room because where else would you rather be serenaded?

If anything it makes the moment more special and memorable for the both of you as something you can look back on with fondness.

Though you probably try teasing him one day by asking how many more songs of you he had in the works and Hobie would either say ‘too many to count.’ Or ‘a whole albums worth.’ He’s not going to hide the fact that he’s got notebook after notebook filled with song lyrics dedicated to you.

Pda though not quite:

Hobie isn’t the type to heavily involve himself in PDA but isn’t against the likes of:

holding hands.

his hand being placed on the small of your back when guiding you somewhere else.

the classic arm over the shoulder.

Thigh holding

His/ your head resting on each others shoulders and or laps.

Guitar pick:

This one came to my head out of the blue but I’m gonna add it here even though I’m not too certain but here it is anyway:

if Hobie uses guitar picks to play his guitar -which he probs doesn’t but idk- I’d like to think he’d make you a guitar pick necklace from one of his old picks.

Sure he hates gifts and such but this is the sole expectation alongside any and all handcrafted jewellery you may give him because he wears that shit with pride.

Terms of endearment:

Love

Darling

Sweetheart

Impromptu sleepovers:

Hobie crashes at your place more often then not to the point he might as well be living with you in regards of how often he leaves something of his at yours, so much so you’ve begun to wonder if he was doing it intentionally or accidentally.

Either way you made sure that his stay was comfortable by having a makeshift bed set up for him so he didn’t have to constantly sleep on the uncomfortable couch and wake up with a crooked neck.

Hobie appreciates all that you do for him but would often tell you it’s not necessary but you weren’t about to get into a discussion about whether or not he was deserving of help because the answer was obvious and that answer would always and forever will be; yes.

Also he’s a bit of a cuddle bug but only with you but that’s your little secrete.

Date nights:

Most, if not all of your dates are either just the pair of you being your natural selves in the comfort of your own home where’d you would talk about anything and everything that came to your mind, free of judgment.

or

showing Hobie your undying love and support by showing up to his gigs and scream the loudest because he is talented as shit and deserves a lot more in your eyes.

Either way as long as you were within each others company, anywhere you both went could be considered a date.

Spidey business:

Now this is all dependant on wether or not you know he’s Spider-Man:

If you did then you’d probably would help him patch up his wounds after every fight he had

Or

If you weren’t due to Hobie wanting nothing more then to keep you and that life as far from each other as possible, you’d most definitely would be concerned when you see him with any sustained injuries he tried patching up himself.

No matter how hard you try to get him to tell you what’s wrong, Hobie would just tell you it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

Meeting his friends/ Bragging rights:

Before introducing you to the likes of Pavitr, Miles and Gwen(if you haven’t already met her), it’s almost an 100% guarantee that he brags about you anyway he knows how which only intrigues them more and more to the point they’re just pleading with Hobie to introduce his cool, kickass partner to them.

So when he does, the three are practically hounding you about your relationship with Hobie and when you looked back at him for help in wrangling in his over excited friends, the little shit merely smirks and shrugs his shoulders as though he had no idea they’d react like this, all the while leaning on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest; happy to see all his favourite people he cares about a lot interacting with one another to the point that by the end of the day you’re very good friends with each of them.

#spiderman atsv x you #spiderman atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv imagines #spiderman atsv x reader #spiderman atsv fic #spiderman atsv imagine #spider punk x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown imagines #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown x you #aross the spiderverse #spiderverse imagine #spiderverse x reader

[petriwriting]

Promise. - Theodore Nott X Reader

Summary: Theodore gives Y/N a special gift, reminding them that they are his safety in an unsafe world.

A/N: I would imagine this takes place in 6th year, 'cause you know.. Voldemort. But beware I've been really into writing fluff for my comfort characters lately. This is very angsty. Extra heartbreak points if one of them dies at the battle of Hogwarts, use your imagination.

Late-night walks were common for the pair. Especially when they needed to get away for the night, with everyone going on in their world it was no wonder they both needed a break.

Theodore Nott was under the threat of his father, expected to side with Lord Voldemort, it was his reputation as a pure-blooded Slytherin. Perhaps in some sickening way, he felt the need to clear the family name of his father's wrongdoing. But deep down, he knew it wasn't right. They both did.

Y/n was by his side, as loyal as a Hufflepuff. through everything. On the nights his father became aggressive and violent, Theo came to them seeking refuge. Y/n always welcomed the boy with open arms.

They had been a pair since childhood, they attended dinner parties together, and y/n attended every one of Theo's quidditch games. In turn, Theo was there for y/n when classes were stressful, and life felt overwhelming.

It wasn't until that particular evening that things would change, possibly forever.

The two walked along the empty, quiet streets braving the cold air together. they had both been quiet, observing their surroundings and enjoying each other's company in silence.

"Y/n," Theo finally said, shattering the long silence that had been following them.

"hmm?" y/n's voice was soft, quiet. they were now entering a park square. someplace slightly more private than the streets.

"I've been thinking."

"About what?"

"About us."

y/n's heart began to race. surely this wasn't a breakup, how could Theo possibly be abandoning all they had, after all, they had been through? this couldn't be. y/n was so accustomed to hearing bad news these days that it was the only solution their brain could come up with.

"Y/n," Theo turned to them, holding their face in cold pale hands. "I love you, but I don't want to be with you in this war," he said.

"Teddy, I don't understand-"

"Please just listen." Theo insisted quietly. "This is not me parting ways with you, I- could never," he explained gently. "I propose that we run away. change our names, we can flee and start a new life together. without all the dangers of being here."

Y/n was unconvinced and looked down for a moment before locking eyes with him.

"I love you more than anything. But if we stay here our lives will be in danger, possibly forever."

Y/n couldn't deny that fact. The war had already taken people they both loved. It wasn't right to be talking about wanting to get married one day, have kids, and grow old together if it meant they would be living in danger, living in fear.

"It isn't right. We can't just flee. we need to fight this," y.n shook their head gently, partially in disbelief. "no matter what happens." the pair locked eyes and the snow began to gently fall around them, coating the park in a grey glow.

"Then promise me."

Theodore shuffled through his pockets, pulling out a tiny deep red velvet box. It was battered, aged, and torn. but it was still soft. "Promise me, that you'll stick around, no matter what." as soon as Theo mimicked y/n's words, soft tears began falling from their eyes, watching him toy with the box.

Out from the box emerged a shiny, silver ring with an elaborate stone placed in it. something very expensive no doubt. something that was purchased with his father's money. Theodore offered the ring to y/n.

"This was my mother's ring," he said quietly, his voice slightly shaking. "I took it from her things when she,-" Theo gasped quietly, the shaky breath taking the air out of his lungs when he tried to continue his sentence.

Y/n grabbed the sides of his face, the boy wasn't crying, Theodore rarely ever cried. but there was hurt in his eyes that pained y/n to see.

"I promise." barely a whisper. "no matter what Theo, I'll always be right here."

Y/n's soft touch brushed against Theo's cheeks before he pulled forward pressing their lips together in desperation. It was a sweet and heartfelt kiss, like two lovers that couldn't live without each other.

After the kiss, they embraced one another very tightly as the snow collected around them.

"I just want everything to be okay," Y/n whispered. "we'll be okay."

they pulled away from one another, each shivering in the cold. Y/n took the ring and gently twirled it around their thumb and forefinger. "Theo I can not take your mother's ring." it was dazzling. quite beautiful for that sort of thing. "I know how much this means to you." y/n said. Theo was insistent. "I've been wrong about a lot of things in my life, y/n. But I was never wrong about you. I want you to have it, keep it, my end of our promise." he insisted.

"Theo-"

y/n was promptly cut off. "Please take this. you know how much it means to me, you mean more than that." his heartfelt confession made y/n's stomach flutter, it was that same feeling they had when they were younger and Theo would hold their hand or say just the right thing. Theo grabbed the ring and slipped it onto y/n's middle finger.

"I'll guard it with my life." y/n said with another shiver, the later the night grew the colder the chill in the air became.

"Here, love," Theo said, taking off his coat and offering it to Y/n by draping it around their shoulders. "but Theo, you'll be cold." y/n retorted, but Theo was incredibly insistent that evening. "I can manage until we are safe at home," he chuckled softly. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

As the two continued on their path, Theo wrapped their arm around y/n, in an effort to keep them warm and as an act of deep affection. Y/n leaned their head over onto Theo's arm.

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[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Who’s Little Sister?!

preview. Draken swears he doesn’t only go for little sisters. But when you, Takemichi’s younger sister, walks into his shop….

ft. Ken “Draken” Ryuuguji x fem!reader

wc. 6.5k 🤡😅

W. NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI! bimbo reader, age gap (draken is late 20’s workin at the bike shop, you’re in early 20’s in collage) fem reader, corruption, dubcon (reader is intoxicated when they consent), virgin killer draken, oral (f!receiving), cream pie, a lil after care, praise and lots of it, drakens a scumbag but in a hot way🤪🤤 he comes around though, I promise 🤭

an. Hiiii pookies <33 this is a repost from my old account, but I’m reposting it here because I’m bringing this series back to life. This fic as well as part 2 hold such a special place in my heart, and now that my inspo is back and I’m ready to add to this little story, I hope you guys can join me on the ride hehe <33 I hope you enjoy! I love Kenny 💖 reblogs, comment, and constructive feedback are always welcome 🫶

“Draken, you have a thing for little sisters.”

“I do not.”

The look on everyone’s faces begs to differ.

First, it was Emma, and although the relationship didn’t work out between the two, she was still Mikey’s little sister.

“Can’t believe I ever let you near my sister, sister fucker.” Mikey mumbles into the lip of his beer, making the rest of the boys laugh out loud.

“Wait— who’s sister is he going for now?”

Takemichi’s comment had them all silencing instantly, eyes going to him as if he just asked the stupidest question on earth. Draken tried to use Takemichi’s idiocy to his advantage, waving away the conversation with a hand.

“No one—“

“Yours, obviously Takemichi.” Mitsuya blurted, much to Draken’s distaste, who dropped his forehead against the table with a groan.

“What?!”

Draken believed it wasn’t his fault, truly it couldn’t be. After the fallout with Emma, he swore to himself that the girls he went for would strictly be disconnected from his found family. Things were going well for him, so many beautiful girls passed by his shop, he even went on a date with a handful of them.

But he seemed to forget all of them when you walked into his shop.

There you were, bright-eyed, little miniskirt, lips pulled into the cutest pout he had ever seen. He was taken back when you finally met his gaze, pretty eyes widening a bit as you gasped.

“Ah! Found the right place! You’re Draken-Kun, right?”

The honorific had his heart racing, making him internally swear at himself from getting so excited just from something so simple.

“Uh yeah, that’s me.”

“Nii-chan said he’d be here, was supposed to meet him at ‘Draken-Kun’s shop’ buuuut—“ there was that cute pout again. “I don’t see him!”

He swallowed down a lump that seemed to block all his words. Why was his throat so dry? Why were you blinking up at him so perfectly?

“Uh— yeah, this is my shop but, who’s— who’s your brother?”

“Oh! Michi! Takemichi!” Your smile got even brighter when you said his name. Blinding almost.

Draken really hated the fact that it made his cock twitch.

“Fuck.” He murmured, bringing a hand up to rub the furrow from his brows. You tilted your head in confusion, reaching out and giving one of his biceps a squeeze.

“What was that, Draken-Kun?”

You sounded so concerned, so sorry for someone you didn’t even know. Draken quickly shook you off, before the simple touch of your soft palm made his cock harder than it already was. “No, nothing, it’s nothing. He’s— he’s upstairs.”

“Thank you~!” Sweet as sugar, you basically skipped towards the staircase, a hum in your voice when you called out to Takemichi.

And Draken watched until you disappeared. He watched the sway of your hips, watched your cute little heels clack up the stairs, and he certainly watched the way the swell of your ass became visible when you reached a certain step, along with an outline of lacy panties that were meant to stay hidden.

Fuuuuuuck—

Draken left the boys earlier than usual, hands buried deep in his pockets and a scowl on his face. Takemichi’s angry face was stuck in his head, along with his bitching that only made the boys tease him harder.

“You better not fuck my sister Draken! She’s too sweet for you bro!”

“Whatever—“ Draken mumbled to himself, his breath leaving him in a puff of air due to the cold that surrounded him. He was heading back to his apartment, wanting to slip into bed and hope that the boys would get so hammered tonight they’d forget everything discussed.

When his phone started to buzz he groaned again, ready to tell Mikey no he wasn’t coming back and to fuck off. What he wasn’t expecting to see was your contact name on his screen.

He really should have just let it go to voicemail, in fact, he should delete your number period. But, he picked it up on the very last ring, bringing the phone to his ear with hesitation.

“Hello?”

“D-Draken!!” You were whining— voice a bit slurred and muffled. Was there music in the background? Draken couldn’t really tell. He held his fingers to his other ear in an attempt to hear you better as you started to ramble.

“Can’t— I can’t hear you,” Draken said, trying his best to keep the annoyance from his tone as.. wait, were you crying?

“I-I’m at a stupid party dra! A-and Michi won’t answer his phone b-but I wanna go home! T-There’s this boy here a-and he won’t leave me alone and I-I’m too drunk—“

Draken felt himself tense up at the mention of some boy.

“Slow down…” He sounded calmer now, his apartment coming into view. “Send me your address, I’ll come to get you.”

“P-Please Draken, don’t wanna be here anymore, wanna go.”

It was the way you whined so desperately, so pretty. Draken knew this was bad, knew you didn’t even try to call him first.

But you still called him. Still trusted him enough.

“I’ll get you, sweetheart.” He was swearing at himself for the pet name that left his mouth without permission, but when you made the cutest little hum on the other end of the phone he quickly forgot his worries. “Send me the address right now while you’re on the phone. Do ya know how?”

He was already in the parking garage as your location pinged on his phone. He easily spotted his bike, hopping on as you continued to blubber into the phone.

“C-come now, promise you’ll come now dra—“

“I’m coming, promise. Stay where you are.”

He hung up and sped out of the garage before his right mind could catch up.

The address was some grungy trap house. The smell of cheap liquor and sex seemed to waft from the door as piles of drunk university kids spilled free. He waited until he saw you, finally, heels in hand and bare feet stepping into the damp grass to get to him.

He bit the inside of his cheek. You looked drunk, mascara already ran down your cheeks and little sniffles left you as you approached the bike. He tried to keep his eyes off the low cut of your tank top, but it was hard when you flung yourself at him, clinging to his waist with that pretty whine he loved hearing so much.

“D-Draaaaa~!” You carried the ‘A’, pressing your damp cheeks into the leather of his jacket, along with pressing your chest into his side. He brought his hand to your back, eyes rolling as he went to pat it.

Only to feel that you weren’t wearing a bra.

Keep it together, Ken.

“Get on, c'mon you’re gonna catch a cold.” He was quick to throw his jacket over you, slipping you in front of him cause honestly, he didn’t trust you to hold on tight enough to him in your drunk state.

So he had you sitting in front of him. He instructed you to put your hands on the handle bras, sensing your hesitation as you continued to sniffle and whimper. He pressed his chest into your back, lips close to your ear.

“It’s alright, I won’t let anything happen to you. Put 'em down.” He felt the way you shivered, and he hated the way it made him smirk. When you finally planted your hands down he placed his much larger hands over yours. They completely engulfed your palms, and he hoped that the little whine you let out now was because of that.

He reeved off quickly, trying to slow himself down but unable to control himself as he sped off towards his place with you in tow.

He ended up carrying you up the stairs to his apartment. He had originally tried to work your heels back on, but you were very much against that, sending him your best pout along with a little “nuh-uh! Don’t wanna!” And since he didn’t want you stepping on anything nasty he settled for picking you up instead.

You were on his back, arms slung over his shoulder as you babbled nonsense in his ear. Something about how you drank too much tequila and ‘but how can you say no to free shots?’ Draken just shook his head, gripping one of your thighs a bit tighter as he worked his apartment door open.

“Easy.” He spoke as he placed you on the ground. You giggled when your legs wobbled, quick to grip onto Draken’s arm yet again as you finally let your heels tumble to the ground.

“Takemichi would kill you if he knew you were this drunk,” Draken stated, trying to keep the amusement from his voice as you used the wall to help yourself towards the couch. You looked back at Draken and stuck your lip out in a pout, before sticking your tongue out.

“Michi isn’t my daddy, I do what I want~!”

Draken almost choked on his spit. Did you really have to talk like that— say that in the cutest little voice? He was grateful when you started your trek to the couch again, so he could fix the bulge that started to form in his joggers.

“Oh, yea? Well, you shouldn’t, you can barely stand. And who was this guy feeding you shots?” Just the thought of some loser college boy trying to get you drunk, preying on you, made his brows twitch, knuckles tensing as he made his way to meet you on the couch.

“Ugh, just some loser. Claims he’s in a gang dra, just like you and Michi used to— but he’s no bad boy, no no he’s a creep~!”

“Yea?” Draken just chuckled coldly, fetching you a water bottle from the fridge. “Must be a real classy group of delinquents if they’re targeting girls like that—“

His voice got caught again when he finally saw you on his couch.

You had worked his jacket off you, sprawled yourself out on the cushions without a care in the world. The little tube skirt you were wearing was hiked up dangerously high, leaving little to the imagination as you turned your face away from the cushions, looking up at Draken.

And you had the audacity to giggle, “You’re couch s’comfy dra~”

one of your legs threatened to topple right off the couch, but if that happened, well it would certainly make the wimpy material hike all the way up.

Draken caught your knee before it had the chance, only making you giggle more. His heart was pounding against his rib cage, blood pumping dangerously fast to his crotch as he shot you a disappointed look.

“Be careful.” He gritted out through clenched teeth, and when you looked at him, eyes wide and glossy…

Draken had to have more willpower than this, didn’t he?

“D-Don’t be mean t’me” You were whining again, rolling over and pressing your face into the couch. Your leg slipped from his touch, and he thought maybe he’d be in the clear now.

But when you curled up, the skirt he put too much faith in hiked up, letting the swell of your ass free. Draken wanted to turn away, or at least throw a pillow at you, but he couldn’t seem to rip his eyes away from your pretty, soft skin.

You were still mumbling, something about him bossing you around. But Draken finally shook himself from the dangerous trance he was in, clicking his tongue and grabbing at your shoulder.

“Up, cmon, you’re going to sleep.”

“Don’t wanna.” You spoke, voice nothing bratty as you tried to slip from his grasp. Draken wasn’t having any of it, not when he was only seconds from snapping.

“Too bad. Get up. You need water and sleep.”

“Nooo~!” You looked back at him, perfect lips pouting and this cute sense of defiance in your gaze that still swam with unclarity.

Draken wasn’t sure what it was that finally made him snap. Maybe it was the way you looked at him, maybe it was the brattiness that he knew he could work outta you, maybe it was how your ass now pressed into his thighs.

But whatever it was, it didn't matter. He was pressing his lips to yours, swallowing the little shocked gasp you pushed against his lips. He only pulled away when his lips began to pulse, a shaking breath puffing out against your trembling lower lip.

He kept his eyes glued to yours as his thumb swiped at the drool that lingered on your lip, another click leaving his tongue.

“Messy…” he murmured, more to himself than to you as you batted your lashes up at him, leaned into his touch as if on instinct.

Draken shoulda stopped. This would be the perfect time to back off, let you sleep off the alcohol on his couch and call Takemichi in the morning. Hell, you’re so drunk you probably wouldn’t even remember this little kiss.

But then you spoke.

“D-Dra.. y-your lips are reaaaal soft.”

“Fuck.” He swore for real this time, ignoring any sense as he pressed his lips to yours once again. It was so cute how hesitant you were, fingers trembling softly as they ran through his black ponytail. He had no problem slipping his hands beneath you, easing you up and into his lap.

“Fuck.” He mumbled it into your open mouth this time, feeling your warm little cunt pressing into his crotch. The panties you wore did little to conceal your sex, and it didn’t help that you were squirming in his lap, hips twitching into him and nails digging along his shoulders.

He had to pull back again, his palms planted firmly on your hips to keep you still. “Can’t— fuck. You can’t squirm like that baby.” He hated how desperate he already sounded, voice going down an octave and raspier than usual.

You bit the tip of your nail, face heating up along with the rest of your body as you slowly raised your gaze to meet Draken’s. “C-Can’t help it, I’ve never—“

Draken brows shot up, panic flooding his system. He did not want to hear you say you’d never kiss a guy before.

“Never sat in someone’s lap like this…” The relief washed over him, making his shoulders slump again. There was this swelling feeling in his chest, one that he didn’t exactly love, but he couldn’t stop it from coming.

It was the same feeling he got when he took Emma’s virginity.

“Oh, yea…? What else haven’t you done?” He was curious now, big hands rubbing reassuring circles into your hips. The skirt you were wearing before was useless now, bunched up at your hips and showing off the cute panties you wore. He tried not to stare as you tried to stutter out your words.

But Draken knew now, he was much weaker than he originally thought.

“I-I’ve kissed a guy! Obviously!! B-But…” There you were, pouting again. But the more Draken massaged at your hips, the more your whines started to sound like meek little mewls. “I-I just— I haven’t really done anything other than like.. touching I guess..”

He really hoped that you didn’t feel his cock twitching right under you.

Draken hummed in acknowledgement, bringing his face close to yours as soon as you looked down into your lap. “Just touching, yea? Have you ever held a dick before, sweetheart?”

“N-no!” He shouldn’t be teasing you like this, but he couldn’t help himself. His question just made you squirm again, and he enjoyed the friction just a little longer than he should have before he was gripping your hips again, giving you a more stern glance.

“I said, no squirming…” The corner of his lip twitched as you whimpered at him, eyes getting glassy all over again.

“M’sorry…” you spoke back through pouting lips, still having trouble meeting his gaze as your fiddled with the collar of his shirt.

Draken knew what he was doing was wrong, could hear the voices of his buddies taunting and teasing, claiming just how right they were about him. But being this close to you, seeing just how badly you wanted to hump against him, even if you were drunk.

How the hell was he supposed to let this opportunity go?

“Well… I don’t wanna spook you, angel. If ya haven’t done anything, I’ll just put you to bed, alright—“

“N-no!” Hook, line, and sinker.

“No?” Draken mused, his hands finally pulling you just a bit closer, his fingertips teasing over the flesh of your ass. You shook your head, clinging onto him a bit tighter.

“N-No I— I want…” your words trailed off, your own nerves getting the better of you.

Cute. It was so cute how words could get you flustered when you were already sitting in his lap, skirt pulled up and nothing but a little pair of panties keeping you away from him.

“Cmon. Use your words baby, what do you want.” He spoke to you with that same level of authority, watching the way your eyes slowly made their back up to his own.

“I-I want you to.. to teach me.”

He was smirking now, smug as ever. But it didn’t matter.

He had you right where he wanted you.

His lips were back on yours before you could continue to stutter, but this time he was lifting you up. He gripped your ass, urging your legs to cling to his waist as he carried you towards the bedroom.

Draken placed you onto the mattress with ease, working himself between your thighs that already opened up to welcome him. He was pleased to see that when he pulled away from the kiss this time you were panting, lips a little swollen and chest heaving as you looked up at him.

Already so curious, so desperate for whatever he was willing to offer you.

“I’ll teach you, baby.” Draken was speaking into your skin, planting kisses along your cheeks, down the column of your neck. He felt your pulses with his lips, the steady beat only picking up in pace when he looked up at you through hooded eyes. “But, you have to listen, you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

He already knew your answer, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Y-Yes, I’ll be a good girl Dra…” you managed to whimper, voice slipping into a whine when his lips pushed over the flimsy strap of your tank top, dragging it down over your shoulder.

“Ken.” He laughed when you gave him this confused look. So naive, so very dumb.

But so very willing.

“Want you to call me Ken, can ya do that baby?”

When you realized what he was asking you let out a little “oh” and a nod, which pleased him to no end. His hand dragged your other strap down, leaving just a few inches left of coverage over your chest. It was the perfect place for him to pause, look you over just once more.

“Ask one more time for me baby, nice and pretty now.” This was his way of getting you to beg, and boy did you play into his hand so easily.

“P-Please Ken, please teach me, please—“

His will had broken long ago, the sweet sounds of your pleas, the tears that made your lashes clump. All of it had broken him down long before. His lips were back on your chest, one rough hand finally freeing your breasts from the confines of the little tank top you wore. He groaned as he squeezed each mound in his palms, the gasp you let put making his head feel light.

“Such pretty tits….” He murmured, his eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of your pretty nipples, which quickly peddled up as he smoothed his thumb over the bud. He poked his tongue out, curiosity getting the best of him as he swiped the wet muscle over your left nipple.

“O-Oh!--” Cute. He wanted to hear that little squeak on repeat, wrapping his lips around your nipple while he continued to massage the other. Your fingers quickly clung to his black hair, running through the soft locks before pulling him flush to your skin.

“F-Feels good Ken! Mhm! So good– I– want!!” Your words tumbled off your tongue mindlessly, mewls and whimpers getting pushed out as Draken released you with a pop. He licked his lips at your swollen bud, admiring the little indents his teeth had made before your tug on his hair snapped him back to reality.

“Watch it.” He warned, squeezing your breast hard enough to make you whimper. “Lemme take my time with you, Angel.”

“B-But–” You didn’t even know what you were pleading for, brain foggy as Drken moved on from your tits, large hands travelling to the hem of your skirt. The skirt was pulled from your legs with a few simple tugs, leaving you in nothing but a pair of dainty panties.

A pair that had a wet patch just waiting to be removed.

“You’re so cute…” Draken breathed out, his hands smoothing over your tummy, big enough to almost engulf your waist. Each touch of his fingertips on your skin left a tingling sensation, skin ablaze as you whimpered at him again, hips bucking off the mattress as he cupped your cunt.

“Please Ken…” You were gripping the sheets as he fiddled with the hem of your panties. Hooking his index finger under the material only to let it snap back against your sensitive skin. You could have cried from that, reaching for him.

Only for him to easily scoop up both wrists in one hand, pinning them back above your head. Although his eyes were nothing but stern, his lips were holding back a smirk, showing just how amused he was with how needy you became so quickly.

Although you didn’t notice, how could you when your only thought was him, his hands, his everything?

“Keep your hands up here, understood?” When he got a little whine and a nod he hummed in approval, pressing a feather-light kiss to your nipple. “Gunna teach ya how to feel good, but you can’t get in my way–”

“M’sorry, sorry Ken, won’t, please–” He let you babble on about apologize, easing your thighs open a little further. Once your fingers curled into the sheets above your head again he let go of your wrists, all focus drawn back to the little wet spot.

He was shameless as he pressed his nose into it, your scent instantly making him groan, pulling you closer to his face by the hips. He went as far as to nuzzle your covered pussy, pressing a kiss to where your clit was hiding under the fabric. You were trembling under his actions, each one making you whimper and whine for more.

“Smells sweet as candy, bet ya taste like it too, don’t ya?” There was a slur in his voice as his teeth took hold of the flimsy fabric, and rather than dragging it down your thigh he tore it off with one good tug.

You could have come right there, seeing the ruined pieces of your underwear dangling from his lips, the feral look in his eyes as he was finally met with the sight of your swollen pussy, covered in your own slick and making it glisten in the dim lighting.

He used two fingers to spread your lower lips apart, pupils only blowing out larger at the sight of your desperate little hole clenching at the air.

Beckoning him.

“First, you’re gonna come on my lips.” His voice was raspy, but it was enough to catch your attention, make you look at him with glossy eyes and a nod. “Gunna use my fingers too since I gotta work this pretty pussy open.”

“Kay ken, mhm… wanna feel you.” You muttered, the term pretty pussy making you flutter around nothing yet again. He just knew praise would make your brain turn off.

He licked one long stripe up your pussy, gathering the slick there. The action already had both of your groaning, a form hand on your hip keeping you pressed into the mattress as he let his tongue toy and flick at your pulsing clit.

“Oh! Yes–!” Every flick, every suck, every slurp of his tongue had you gasping, eyes squeezing out the pleasurable tears. It was like nothing you’d ever felt but you just needed more, needed to relieve that knot that was already so tight in your belly as Draken ate your pussy like it was his last meal.

You were just so sweet, just like he knew you would be, your arousal gushing onto his chin each time he kissed your clit. He knew you were wet enough by now, but he still spat a glob of saliva over your hole before slipping a finger into you.

Your mouth hung open in a little “o” as he pumped his thick finger in and out, and he couldn’t help but bite his lip at just how hard you squeezed his single finger.

Couldn’t help but think how tight you’d be when he finally bullied his cock into you.

“You’re so tight baby… gunna use another finger.” As much as he hated pulling his lips away from your pussy, he just had to see what your face looked like when he slid a second finger into you, and it did not disappoint.

You bit your already swollen lip, whimpering and attempting to buck away had it not been for the grasp on your hip. “S’too much, too much Ken–!”

“It’s just my fingers princess, you can take it…’ He was trying too hard to hold back his smirk, cooing praise as his fingers stretched out your gummy walls, in search of that one spot he knew would…

The tip of his index finally grazed the little lump, your eyes shooting open and your back arching from the sudden jolt of pleasure.

“There it is…” Draken hummed, massaging into the spot, making your body tremble. “This is your sweet spot, angel, feels so good, doesn't it?”

You nod, words lost to you as drool dribbles freely from your open mouth. It made him grin, adrenaline pumping through him as your pussy milked his fingers just like it would milk his cock… just as soon as he had a taste.

“C’mon baby girl, come f’me, yea? It’s gonna feel so good.” Draken’s words are a promise as he locks his lips back onto your clit. He’s suckling the precious bud, all the while his fingers massage your g-spot. He knows you’re overwhelmed, can tell by the way you jolt and cry.

But he needs to taste you.

You gasp as heat washes over you, the knot in your stomach snapping apart slowly. It’s the subtle graze of Draken’s teeth against your clit that sets you over, a cry of his name with a mix of slur’s spilling from your lips as you gush on his fingers.

Draken groans, you sounded so much better than he imagined coming undone. His fingers were pulled free quickly just so his lips could latch onto your cunt, lewdly slurping up your arousal even as your hips tried to desperately wiggle away.

“Fuckkkkk….” Draken groans as he finally lifts his lips from your swollen lower lips, the sight of his eyes narrowed and his chin covered in your arousal making your face heat up, embarrassment making you bring your hands over your face.

He chuckles, hovering back over you to press wet kisses along your arms. “Why are you hiding from me baby? Did so good f’me, felt good didn’t it?” His free hand petting your pussy, smearing your arousal over your skin and only further making a mess of your inner thighs.

You look at him through your fingers, slowly pulling your hands away when you catch sight of his handsome smile. You nod at him, hips bucking into his palm despite the way your clit tingles. “Mhm… felt good Ken, really good.”

“Good. Wanna feel better?” He asks, sitting up on his hunches. He grips the back of his shirt, easily pulling his shirt up and over his head, and the sight of his abs as you mewling for more. Your hands finally leave the sheets just to touch him, trembling fingertips smoothing over his abs with glossy eyes. He was so… so pretty? You had always thought so, but never acted on it, of course…

When his thumb smooths over your lip to collect the drool that leaks there you snap from your trance, his devious smirk making you whine. “You’re so cute.” He murmured, the dumb little look in your gaze only making his cock twitch harder.

So cute and so dumb, Draken was truly the luckiest man on earth tonight.

His cock was painfully hard when he finally pulled himself free, leaking a generous amount of pre that he used to slick up his length. His smirk grew when he caught you staring again, eyes wide and biting down so hard on your lower lip.

He held a hand out for you, helping you sit up a bit. He took your hand and placed your much smaller one on his cock, and the sight alone made him groan low in his throat.

Your fingers just looked so small as they wrapped around his length, your thumb rubbing along one of his veins with so much curiosity. You squeezed him and he hissed, instantly making your hand go slack around him.

“Not so tight angel.”

“M’sorry Ken…” You licked your lips, figuring out how much pressure to apply as you worked your palm up and down his shaft. Each time you almost reached the top his thick mushroom head would flush an even brighter pink, his pre dribbling from his tip and onto your fingers. Draken watches with wide eyes as you brought your hand to your lips, licking away his arousal with a pretty little sound.

Fuck.

He took hold of your hips again, lifting them so he could slide one of his pillows under your lower back. This angle had your hips sticking up a bit, your legs perched over his calves as he sat between your thighs. “Lay back” He instructed, and you didn’t pause with his instruction, laying back into his pillows while keeping your eyes glued to his cock.

“It’s gonna sting.” He warned, knowing that sting was probably an understatement as he laid his cock over your cunt, biting his lip to see that his tip almost reached your belly button.

“M’ready.” and you were, you wanted to be, your curiosity was getting the better of you, feeling his length rub over your cunt to get more slicked up, each time his tip caught your clit made you more impatient, reaching for his free hand and squeezing it tightly.

Draken positioned himself at your opening, greedy little hole sucking in his tip with minimal effort. It’s when the girth hit that you finally gasped, your rings of muscles attempting to make way for Draken’s cock. He shushed you with gentle coos squeezing your hand back and pressing warm kisses along your tear-stained face.

“Relax for me, little love…” He murmured against your skin, two fingers rubbing away at your clit. Draken was so tense and he held himself back, every muscle in his body rippling as he bullied his cock into your warm gummy walls.

“I-I–” You were stammering, chest shaking as you sucked in a breath. He had to be almost all the way in, right? When you saw only half of his cock had been pushed in you cried out a little, head shaking.

“S’not, not gonna fit~!” You sobbed, eyes watery as your legs trembled around him. He pressed a kiss to your lips this time, his finger never ceasing the slow circles on your bud to help break you open for him.

“It’ll fit sweetheart, promise, and it’s gonna feel so good… need ya to relax, can ya do that.” He looked at you,, expectantly, and who were you to say no? Not that you wanted to, considering your pussy was still milking away at what fit. You nodded, giving his hand another squeeze as reassurance.

Draken sucked in a breath of his own, and with one good jerk of his hips, his cock bullied itself all the way in, knocking up against your cervix and making you cry out for him. His fingers pinched your clit, the squeeze of your walls making his eyes roll back.

“Fuck– Jesus Christ, that’s it baby, my fucking god, you feel so good.” His own grunts drowned out your whines, which his delight soon turned to little moans as he kept working at your clit, your pussy holding him snuggly and almost refusing to let up.

It was the subtle bulge on your tummy, the outline of his cock sitting between your plush walls that really made him snap. He started thrusting, hips creating a steady pace that had his balls tapping up against your ass with each thrust. Your lips hung open in a silent cry, each pull and push of his hips making your walls squeeze even tighter. You were already too dumbed out to realize that Draken had placed the pillows beneath you because each time he was flush against you his cock head sat snuggly against your sweet spot, making your vision blur with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby, fuck. Got such a tight cunt.” He growled out through clenched teeth, the ring of arousal that already formed at the base of his cock making his own mouth water. You squeezed him like a vice, somehow tightening up even more each time he praised you, each time his fingers flicked your clit. Draken usually held pride at the fact that he could last in bed, holding out for the sake of his lovers.

But you? He just had to fill you up quick, had to see the dumb little look in your eyes when he pumped you full of cum.

Hit thrusts started to shake your whole body, breasts bouncing each time his hips smacked into your ass. His lips captured yours in a sloppy kiss, his tongue easily overpowering yours as your teeth clashed and drool fell down your chin. Your nails found purchase on his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped moons that had him groaning into your mouth.

“Milkin my cock like a good little girl, such a good girl.” He noticed your eyes rolling back, your body trembles ceasing only for a few moments as your high washes over you unexpectedly. Your vision went white when you came this time, the cry of his name making him hiss.

It was almost painful, the grip your pussy had on his cock as you gushed around him. The mess was beautiful, soaking your inner thighs and his pelvis, making a squelching sound each time he continued to pump into you.

“Fuckin came all over my cock?” he knew your answer but wanted to hear your sob out a pathetic little “yes” as he braces his arms on either side of your head. He knew better than this, knew that fucking into you this roughly, this sloppily could scare you off.

But your pussy was asking for it, leaving his cock drenched as he continued to knock up against your cervix, ground his hips so his dick massaged your g-spot. It didn’t take long for him to finish, his dick pulsing before spilling load after hot load into your walls.

You shivered at the feeling, body twitching and legs slowly loosening around him as his thrusts started to slow down. A bead of sweat fell from his brow and onto your face, making you whimper softly.

Draken was in a daze as he watched his cock slowly slip in and out of you. By the time he was all the way out, his length was covered in a shiny layer of arousal, milky and glistening. He sighed, a little flutter going off in his chest as your battered pussy clenched at nothing, pushing out a bead of his cum.

“K-Ken~” he knew he shouldn’t have pushed it back in with a finger, knew that was irresponsible and greedy of him, but the action was done before he could really think it over, his lips smoothing over yours to sooth your cries.

“M’right here babygirl. Did so good for me, m’so proud of you.” He rolled to his side, letting you cling and tremble against him as you came back down to earth. He had no problem petting your sweat-slicked hair, shushing you with little kisses. “You’re okay, such a good girl.”

If it meant you’d come back to him. And he was certain after this, you’d be crawling at his feet.

He didn’t bother leaving you, you were clinging onto him too tightly. So instead he just scooped you up, brought you to the bathroom. He was so gentle when he placed you on the toilet, and even though you were fussing about going in front of him, he was adamant about it as he washed his face.

“I can’t pee in front of you, Ken!”

“I’m not even paying attention, you need to try, it’s good for you, so you don’t get any infections.”

“What do you mean, an infection?!” He chuckled, of course, you knew nothing about that.

Once he had you calm again, face and legs clean from a washcloth he helped you slip into one of his old sweaters and a pair of boxers. You were basically sleepwalking back to his bed, mumbling something incoherent as you cuddled into his pillow.

“The bed’s all yours…” He spoke with a smirk, pressing a little kiss to your temple as he pulled the covers up to your shoulders. You were out in seconds, and Draken took your precious little snores as his cue to get up and stretch a bit, check his phone and grab water for you in case you woke up with a hangover.

It was 4 am, but what made his brows raise was the number of messages in the group chat. He clicked on it, ready for a good laugh. But instead, his stomach dropped.

Takemichi: Draken! Why is my sister at your place?!

Mitsuya: No fucking way…

Baji: Draken, you dog. 🐶

Chifuyu: How do you know she’s there?

Takemichi: I have her location! I was supposed to pick her up at some party but it says she is at Drakens !!

Takemichi: Draken I’ll beat your ass–

Baji: I’ll do it for ya buddy. 💪🏼

Mitsuya: ur done for dude

Mikey: dirty dirty kenchin ///:

Chifuyu: 💀💀

Kazutora: man strikes again 🫣

Pa-Chin: literally a sister fucker dawg

Mitsuya: ur never seeing my sisters again 🫡

Takemichi: they’re not fucking! DRAKEN YOU BETTER NOT BE FUCKING HER–

He was never gonna hear the end of it.

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Celebrating your Anniversary with Lucifer Part 2

I wasn't planning on writing a second part but after seeing how loved part one was I just had to so enjoy!

Lucifer considered himself a nervous demon. Blame his abandonment issues for that. He knew you loved him, but he couldn't help his anxiety telling him that you'd leave just like everyone else has. One night when sleep couldn't find him, he snuck into his workshop to fiddle with his ducks to distract him from his worries. All of a sudden he felt two arms circle his neck and you nuzzle to his left side.

"C'mon baby, you can work tomorrow, let's go to bed."

Though he knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, he took your hand and let you lead him to your shared bedroom. As he crawled under the covers, you snuggled up next to him. holding him as you pet his hair. Throughout this whole encounter, he was silent and had a distant look in his eyes. You could see through this act immediately and knew what the cause of his nighttime anxiety was.

"I can't wait to wake up next to you forever. I'll always be here with you Lucifer. I love you."

After that night you made sure to always validate his feelings when he was having a moment of low self-esteem. You started leaving notes around your home for him to find at random moments. Opening the pantry he'd find a note on his favorite cereal telling him 'good morning lu!' and opening his tool box he'd find another post-it saying 'can't wait to see what you create :D'. Through these little actions, he'd learned to trust that you will be there for him.

One day while you were out to see your friends he was having a bit of a depressive episode and didn't want to bother you while you were enjoying yourself so he went into your office. He grabbed your favorite plushie knowing it would smell like you and give him comfort. As he turned the stuffed animal in his arms he felt a crinkle and pulled what was stuck on it off. A note reading 'call me love :('. This moment was when he knew.

Lucifer had to marry you. Nothing would make him happier than the honor of being your husband.

Bringing him back to the present day, he watched you try and hook a golden duck for him in the game you made. Of course, you would do something so special for your anniversary. You weren't the only one with a surprise up your sleeve. He checked his watch noting it was almost time.

"(Y/n)? My love? I've left my phone inside I-"

"Oh I'll go grab it don't worry," you immediately cut him off not wanting to make him go in on his own. As you headed inside the hotel, you were met with a trail of rose petals leading you under the chandelier. "What is this?"

Unbeknownst to you, Lucifer was walking behind you and cleared his throat stealing your attention away from the grand decor around you. He got down on one knee and pulled a box out of his pocket.

"I thought it was only fitting to do this in the very place we met and on our anniversary. From the moment I met you, I knew you were special. You showed me the light when I was stuck in a dark place and ever since then, I've loved you more than anything. You have been the best partner I could ever dream of. There's only one thing that could make my life perfect and that would be you agreeing to marry me. (Y/n) my heart and soul, will you allow me to be your husband?"

Nodding, you couldn't get the words out as you began crying. You had no idea Lucifer had been planning this. A high-pitched squeal came from behind as Charlie jumped out throwing rose petals over you, "I'm so happy you're joining our family!"

Lucifer reached out to your hand, slipping the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen onto your finger, and gently pulled you into a tender kiss. Softly whispering, "Thank you for everything, my love."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel lucifer

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For your event, fluff prompt 13 for gojo satoru please 👉👈

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓

~ satoru gojo ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : you’ve remained silent about your feelings for your long time friend Satoru for a while now, but when he’s the one being silent it’s suddenly not so normal

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, reader is also a teacher at jujutsu high

‧₊˚ a / n : hope you like this anon because absolutely love how it turned out! i think it’s one of my favourite shots i’ve written!

The view from the classroom’s window wasn’t exactly breathtaking. Your eyes examined the training grounds below, covered by the night sky and the wind blowing through the tree branches. Insomnia had been your most trusted companion for a while, so even though you were tired from the workday for some reason your brain wouldn’t stop buzzing. The classroom’s door opened, a sigh escaped your lips knowing perfectly who had closed it back and walked up to you.

Satoru decided to stand next to you, resting his lower back against the desk just like you had been doing for the past thirty minutes or so. Both of you stared at the calm scenery in a comfortable silence, you wondered how much longer would it take him to start talking but as time passed he didn’t say a single word. Restless, your eyes furtively glanced at him, but he remained silent and holding that characteristic smile of his.

“So?”

“So?”

“Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?” you chuckled, curiously searching for an answer in his hidden eyes.

“What? Can’t I enjoy a moment of tranquility with my dear friend?”

You tried not to show how sour his comment had tasted to you, holding your smile and shifting in your place.

“Yeah, friend” your eyes went back to the window and quickly followed the conversation somewhere else “this friend of mine isn’t usually so silent. In fact, I doubt he even knows what the words “shut up” mean.”

The sorcerer snickered, jumping up and sitting on top of the desk.

“Just say you miss my beautiful voice.”

“Oh Satoru, I’m so glad you’re here, I missed your voice so much” you sat on the desk too, close to him.

“My beautiful voice” your friend corrected.

“I missed your beautiful voice so much!”

“I know dear, that’s why I came looking for you. I have this special ability of knowing when your heart sings for me so I run to find you and bless you with my presence” he leaned back and clocked his head towards you, a cheeky grin on his lips.

“You’re so considerate” you laughed, leaned in closer to him and flicked his nose.

“Ouch!” whining, he rubbed his nose and pouted “I’m so nice to you and you hurt me like this”

“Aww, sorry baby, let me kiss away the pain, alright?” you rolled your eyes, having no intention on actually following through.

“Alright” he grinned again, taking the bandages off his face.

As soon as his white hair fell down on top of his forehead his long lashes flickered towards you, stunning sky blue irises making sure to stop your heart immediately. He rested his weight on his elbow, keeping his undivided attention fixed on you and yours on him. The man was gorgeous, he had always been. And yes, it was probably so cliche of you to fall in love with your long time friend Satoru Gojo, but when he looked at you like that with that playful smile of his and those beautiful eyes there was no stopping the butterflies that fluttered uncontrollably inside of you, that longing for his love that burned deep down in your heart.

“Well?” he rose his eyebrows “where’s my kiss?”

You laughed again, making him laugh along with you.

“What makes you think I’m gonna kiss you?”

“I don’t know, maybe those deeply in love eyes you’re giving me”

Your face flushed immediately, you bit your lip for a second before giggling.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

His smile never left his face, he just licked his lips as his pupils examined your face and rested on your smile.

"When you laugh like that, it’s just - you're so beautiful, you know that?"

You probably blinked a bit too much, your eyes opened wide. It was normal for Satoru to make frisky flirty comments like that towards you, enjoying all the reactions he could get from you. But this one… this one was different. His fingertips then traced your jawline, guiding you closer to him. And so you followed, as naturally as chasing river flow, heart beating loudly in your ears. He tilted his head slightly, and then he softly kissed you. Lips caressing yours in a loving motion, a bit insistent, just a little bit curious, licking your lips and taking advantage of the surprised gasp you let out to explore your mouth with his tongue for a while. Your hand shakily traveled up his chest and your fingers weakly grasped the fabric in between. The kiss stopped just as softly and delicately as it had started, both of you lingering on each others mouths.

“I knew it.”

“What?”

“I always had a chance, didn’t I?” a sly smirk tugged from the corner of his lips, you frowned.

“I liked it better when you were silent” he giggled, but you smiled and kissed him again.

#; fluffy belle #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen 2 #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo fluff #jjk gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo imagine #jujutsu kaisen gojo

[waitimcomingtoo]

And I Wouldn’t Marry Me Either

Pairing: Tom Holland x singer!reader

Synopsis: you release some songs about Tom after a disagreement ends in a breakup

Masterlist

“Marry me.”

“Right now? But I just got comfortable.” Tom mumbled into his pillow with a sleepy smile.

“I’m serious.” You whispered through a laugh and shook his shoulder. Tom’s eyes slowly opened and he could see the blurry outline of you lying next to him in your bed.

“What?”

“I’m just thinking.” You began. “We’ve been together five years.”

“I’m aware.” Tom laughed and snuggled back into his pillow.

“So we should do it. We should get married.” You propped yourself up on your elbow to look at him.

“We are married. Everyone knows you’re my girl.” Tom said without opening his eyes and pulled you into his arms. He tried to go back to sleep but you still wanted to talk.

“I know.” You laughed. “But I want to make it official.”

“What, in Gods eyes and all that? I didn’t think you cared about that.” He laughed dismissively and rolled over. You sat up fully in the bed and looked down at him.

“It’s not about that. I want the flowers and the dress and the rings. Don’t you want that?” You asked and shook him a little to clue him in that you were trying to have a serious conversation. You watched Tom shrug and roll onto his back to look up at you.

“I don’t know. I always found weddings kinda dumb.”

“What? What do you mean dumb?” You forced a laugh and tried to hide the disappointment in your tone.

“I mean, like, they’re not even legally binding. It’s this whole big celebration that people spend their life savings on just to get drunk and slid rings on each other fingers. You still have to go to the courthouse to get married and even that’s just a piece of paper.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize you felt that way.” You laughed shortly and picked at your nail polish to look busy.

“I didn’t realize you felt a different way.” He said and rolled back onto his stomach. Tom closed his eyes to go back to sleep and you felt your heart sink in your chest. You got out of the bed and opened the curtains a little to distract yourself with the view. You touched the silky white curtains and smiled to yourself as you thought of all the pictures of white dresses you had saved on your Pinterest throughout the years.

“I’ve always dreamed of my wedding.” You said over your shoulder. “I think every little girl does at some point. Every rom com I grew up on ends with the perfect fairy tale wedding. I always wanted that. I wanted my happy ending.”

“But those are just movies. I bet half those couples wouldn’t last in real life.”

“But it’s sweet that they plan that special day together and then get to celebrate their love in front of all their family and friends.”

“Yeah, all that planning just so they can get divorced before the first year is up.” Tom snorted. “I think the whole idea of weddings are stupid. I mean, you spend all that time and money planning for a one day event that people will just attend for the free booze. Plus, women starve themselves for months and spend thousands of dollars on a dress they’ll wear once? It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Wow. Tell me how you really feel, Tom.” You laughed shortly and folded your arms to glare at him. Tom sensed your tone and sat up in bed to pay better attention.

“I just think it’s all so ancient.” He shrugged. “I’m surprised you don’t agree. Weddings cannot exist without all the bullshit sexist traditions. I mean, the white dress to symbolize the brides supposed purity, the father of the bride literally “giving her away” to another man after being asked permission to get engaged in the first place, and then to top it off with her taking his last name because she’s now his property or something. It’s all so trivial and perverse.”

“It doesn’t have to be like that. Those traditions may be rooted in old fashioned thinking but I think it’s sweet to ask for my fathers permission. And yeah, I do want my dad holding my hand and walking me down the aisle. He’s not giving me away to be another man’s property, he’s standing by my side as I enter a new chapter of my life. Which is why I want my mama right there on my other side. Plus, lots of people hyphenate their last names nowadays. It doesn’t have to be this monstrous sexism fest you’re making it out to be.” You rolled your eyes and walked into the bathroom that was attached to your bedroom. Tom frowned when you shut the door. You usually left it open a crack when you did your morning skincare routine, but today, you were shutting him out. Tom got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to see you. You didn’t look up at him as you washed your face.

“Come on. Are you seriously mad because I dissed your rom coms?” Tom said as he put his hands on your hips and kissed your shoulder.

“I’m not mad about that.” You mumbled and brushed him off.

“Then what are you mad about, sour patch?” He teased and kissed your shoulder again.

“I’m mad because I’ve been getting my nails done weekly leading up to our five year anniversary just in case you proposed and you just told me that’s never even crossed your mind!” You exclaimed as hot tears of embarrassment brimmed your eyes. You stormed out of the bathroom and when Tom processed what you had said, he followed after you.

“I don’t believe in marriage, okay? I think it’s unnecessary. Why can’t we just live like this forever? What’s the difference?”

“The difference is pretty big. But I guess you don’t see it like that.” You shrugged and kept walking away from him.

“Can you honestly tell me what would be different between us if we signed a stupid piece of paper at the courthouse or didn’t?” Tom said as he put his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place for a second.

“The difference is I’d be your wife and not just the pathetic girlfriend who stayed even though you didn’t lock it down.” You raised your voice at him and pushed his hands off of you.

“So you only want to get married because you care what people think? How romantic.” Tom rolled his eyes at you.

“That’s not the only reason. I want to get married because it’s important to me. It’s a public commitment where we promise to love and protect each other forever. I want that.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t. I don’t need a ceremony to do that. I can promise you that right here.” Tom calmed down and took your hands.

“But that’s not special.” You sighed and withdrew your hands.

“If you don’t find that special then maybe you don’t love me as much as you think you do.” Tom said, immediately regretting it.

“What?” You whispered and looked into his eyes to see if he was serious.

“Look, darling, I’m sorry.” He said softly. “I just don’t see the point in marriage. I don’t need to prove I love you with a ring and wedding. I chose to love you every day. That’s enough for me.”

“What if it’s not enough for me?” You genuinely asked him as you wondered it for yourself.

“Then maybe you need to stop being so shallow and materialistic and ask yourself if you’re with me because you love me or because you want to play out some childhood fantasy that you saw in a stupid movie.” He shouted.

You both instantly got quiet. You were quiet for a very long time.

“I didn’t even mean that.”

“I don’t even care.” Your voice cracked as you grabbed your purse and slammed the front door behind you when you left.

“Is this one okay?” Harrison asked, pulling Tom out of his daydream. He replayed that fight over in his head about a dozen times a day. If his mind wasn’t occupied by something at all times, he’d perform an autopsy on that last conversation with you to try and understand what he should’ve done differently.

“What?” Tom asked without looking at his friend. He was too busy staring at the seat you always used to sit in at the kitchen counter.

“Can I use this one?” Harrison repeated and held up a muted purple mug as the tea kettle went off in the background. Tom tore his eyes away from your chair and when he saw the mug, all he could picture was your lipstick stain that used to stain it.

“That’s Y/n’s mug.” Tom said, descending a chill over the room. Harry and Sam’s attention was caught and they looked at Tom to see where this conversation was going.

“Oh. Sorry. I’ll put it back.” Harry said and quickly went to put it back in the cabinet.

“It’s fine. She’s not using it.” Tom shrugged. Everyone looked at each other as the awkwardness became palpable.

“How’s she’s doing?” Sam asked and sipped his tea to seem less interested than he really was.

“She’s good. Shes been recording some stuff at her New York studio. New music and whatnot.” Tom replied. He didn’t know this because you told him. He knew this because he’d been stalking your fanpages for every possible sighting of you.

“Have you guys talked lately?” Harry asked.

“Not really. Not since she left.” Tom admitted without looking up at his friends.

“You guys didn’t break up, did you?” Harrison asked, worsening the icy tension. Tom froze at the question for a minute and then shrugged. He didn’t really know what the answer was. In the weeks you’d been gone, you’d make small talk sometimes about work and the weather, but it never went beyond that. It was more to be polite. You kept in touch enough to know what the other was up to on a weekly basis, but you both knew you were dragging out something that had died. You wanted Tom to just say it was over already instead of pretending everything was normal, but he was never going to do that.

“I don’t know. We left things kinda up in the air.” Tom replied. The boys exchanged glances and Harrison nodded to let them know he was gonna take charge.

“Up in the air?” He questioned.

“Yep. Up in the air. Ambiguous. Vague. Open to interpretation. Call it what you want.” Tom shrugged again like it didn’t matter, but it did.

“Well what was the last thing you said to each other?” Harry wondered.

“She said she needed some space and was going to New York. And I said okay.” Tom recalled.

“What about before that?”

“I don’t know. We didn’t talk much in the days leading up to her leaving.” Tom replied and took a long sip of his tea.

“She didn’t speak to you?” Sam asked.

“She did.” Tom nodded. “Sometimes.”

“You didn’t speak to her?” Harrison asked, already knowing the answer.

“I didn’t have anything to say.” Tom shrugged. Nobody spoke a word, but all the boys were thinking the same thing. They knew how bad this was, and that it signaled the end of your relationship.

“What?” Tom asked when he noticed the shift in vibe.

“I’m just surprised.” Harrison shrugged. “You guys were never like this. I can’t even remember your last fight.”

“We didn’t fight. You can’t fight when you don’t speak.” Tom said with a sarcastic smile.

“You should call her.” Harry suggested. “It’s gonna be at least a week since she’s been there, right?”

“Four weeks.” Tom corrected without meeting anyone’s else.

“Mate, you gotta call her.” Harry said quietly and put his hand on Tom’s shoulder.

“I can’t.” Tom shook his head.

“Why not?”

“She can’t break up with me if I don’t talk to her. As long as we don’t have that conversation, we’ll still be together.”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works, Buddy.” Harrison said apologetically. Tom sucked in a sharp breath and looked at his friend with tears brimming his bloodshot eyes.

“I don’t know what else to do.” He said with a crack in his voice.

“Oh shit.” Sam said suddenly, getting everyone’s attention.

“What?” Tom asked.

“She’s dropping a song tonight. She just announced it.” Sam said and showed Tom your Twitter. Tom took Sam’s phone to read your announcement better. Sure enough, you had posted a picture of you dramatically lying across a piano bench with your left hand covering half of your face. You had a ring on every finger except for your ring finger, a detail that wasn’t lost on Tom. He handed Sam’s phone back and look at the floor.

“You didn’t know about this?” Sam asked, and Tom shook his head. He’d gone from being the first person you played every song for to finding out on Twitter that you had a song coming out.

“What’s it called?” Harrison wondered. Sam looked down at his phone to read the title and gulped.

“Who cares?” Sam forced a laugh and put his phone away.

“What’s it called?” Tom asked again.

“You Don’t Know Me Anymore.” Sam mumbled. Tom shut his eyes and hung his head in shame. He hadn’t even heard the song yet but knew it was going to be bad news.

“When does that come out?” He asked Sam.

“Midnight. Tonight.”

Tom’s friends stayed with him all day until midnight rolled around. At 11:58, Tom placed his laptop on the kitchen table and opened YouTube. He knew you always released lyric videos when you dropped a new song and he needed to reach every single world you said. When midnight came, he refreshed his screen and clicked on your video. The background image was a picture of you looking in a mirror with messy hair. You had digitally added sparkly, purple tears to run down the still image of your face. You played a couple notes on the piano before the lyrics appeared beside your face in your handwriting.

“I wish you’d just put me out of my misery

You already know I’m at your mercy

I don’t know why you’re dragging this out

You have all the power, if that’s what this is about

I’m not gonna be the one who walks away

So I need you to say what you want to say

I already know it’s over so just let it end

Please don’t give me the pity of asking to stay friends.”

“I don’t think we should be listening to this.” Sam said as he paused the video.

“Play it.” Tom demanded. Sam sighed and pressed play while the other exchanged looks.

“I’ve been feeling you leaving

I hate this part more than the ending

The moments leading up when I know your heart has changed

I don’t know why we keep pretending

If it’s done just say it’s done

Don’t just change your mind and not tell me

I already know so just let me go

Don’t just watch as I sit and bleed.”

“I don’t think-“ Sam began as he paused it again.

“Stop pausing it.” Tom cut him off. “Play it. I need to hear it.”

Sam pressed play again and Tom pulled the laptop over to himself so he could control it.

“Cause I cut my hand on that first crack in the glass

I feel the icy air between us when you pass me

So I took your chain off from around my neck

I’ll think of something else your initial can stand for

You don’t deserve to see me wearing it anyway

You don’t know me anymore.”

Tom didn’t realize he had started to cry until his tears his his keyboard. He couldn’t see the video anymore from his blurry his eyes had gotten. He wiped his face and leaned on his hands to give the song better attention.

“You know I would die for you in secret

Like that song I showed you in my car

I don’t think you even listened to it

You didn’t draw stars around my scars

You drew your arrow and let it fly

Right into my heart and let me die

Actually, I wish that was the curtesy you provided

Instead, you let this love become one sided

And now we’re shattered like a glass that was dropped

You broke my heart until the day that it stopped

You never got down on knee

Even when I crumbled onto both of mine

I wonder if you ever really wanted me

How did you think we were fine?

And at what part did you realize you liked the idea of me?

But who I actually am isn’t someone you wanted

I miss who I was before we met

Now I can’t go back, I’m haunted

And you were right not to marry me

If I could walk away from me too, I would

You were right to leave when you did

I know I would too if I could

But I’m stuck here with myself

Forever scratching and clawing at your door

Keep it all, even my memories

You’re lucky you don’t know me anymore.”

Everyone sat in silence once the song ended. Tom wiped his eyes again but tears just kept falling down his face.

“That probably wasn’t even about you.” Harrison said after a long beat of silence. Tom gave him a look before turning to his brothers.

“What do you think?” He asked Harry.

“It sounds like she’s hurting too.” Harry shrugged. “I think you’re both waiting for the other to say you’re broken up.”

“Well I’m not saying it.” Tom stated. “She has to.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Sam asked kindly.

“Then we don’t break up.”

“Again, I’m not really sure that’s how it works.”

“Well it’s what I’m going with. Because I can’t break up with her.” Tom sniffled and shut the laptop.

“But you can’t go on like this either.” Sam pointed out.

“She’ll come home when she’s ready.” Tom said, but no one in the room believed him.

And didn’t come home for a while.

After another week of silence, Tom flew to New York to see you. He got to your apartment and knocked on your door without any particular plan in mind. You opened it with a smile but when you saw who it was, you tensed up.

“Hi.” He said with a sad smile.

“If you came to to propose to me as some kind of grand gesture-“

“Please, let me talk.” He cut you off. You sighed and nodded as you leaned against your doorway.

“We have different opinions. But I don’t love or respect anyone more than you. So I am willing to hear your side, which is not something I did last time we spoke about this. I was just listening for what I could rebuttal against. I wasn’t actually listening to understand your thoughts and feelings. But I’m ready now.” He said. You nodded again and seemed to drop the wall that you had put up.

“It matters to me that we get married.” You told him. “I know you think it’s pointless and doesn’t change anything, but it changes things for me. If you picked out a ring, asked my parents permission, and got down on one knee, that would all make me feel special and loved. Those things matter to me in a relationship.”

“Okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t know that.”

“But now you do know so if you propose, I know you’re just gonna do it to appease me. I’ll always know that you think it’s stupid when I look at the ring.”

“I admit that it found it a little dumb in the past. But it matters to you. And nothing that matters to you can be stupid.”

“I can’t get married to you knowing you don’t really want it. It’s not fair to you and it’s not fair to me.” You said and went to close the door.

“But I can’t lose you. My thoughts on marriage literally do not matter to me in the slightest. If it’s important to you and if it is what it takes to make you feel special and loved, then I want it too.” Tom pleaded as he pushed your door back open.

“But you don’t want it. You just don’t want to break up.”

“I can put on a tux for a night and suffer through if it means that much to you.” He said with a slight laugh to lighten the mood. Your face changed and he had somehow made the situation worse.

“Suffer?” You asked quietly with a told of your head.

“I’m sorry. That was a poor choice of words. But darling, I’m saying we can get married. I’ll do whatever it is you want. Why do you still look so upset?”

“Because you don’t get it.” You shook your head. “And I’m afraid you never will.”

“What don’t I get? I don’t understand. I’m telling you I’ll give you what you want.”

“But you don’t want it too. That’s what I’m trying to say. It’s the principle, Tom. Remember how disappointed I was that one time when I said I wanted ice cream so we went to the shop but you didn’t get anything? I didn’t mean I wanted ice cream. I meant I wanted us to get ice cream together so we could eat it and spend time together. This is like that but times a million. You can’t compromise on marriage. You either believe in it or you don’t. So even if we did get married, it wouldn’t mean to you what it means to me. I would always think back to that conversation we had and remember how you really feel about marriage. I keep replaying all the things you said that day in my head. We both know how you feel about marriage and we both know it’s not something you want.”

“So that one conversation ruined it for you? Completely?” He asked.

“Yes, it did.” You answered truthfully. You stared at each other for a minute as both your eyes welled with tears. You both knew you’d reached a stalemate and there was nothing more to be done.

“So what do we do now?” Tom asked without looking at you.

“I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.” You told him, making him perk up.

“So do I.” He smiled as tears rolled down his face.

“But what if that’s not enough?” You asked him. Tom froze and felt the situation escaping from him fast.

“We’ve been together almost 5 years, darling. That’s five birthdays, Christmas’s, anniversaries. You make up so much of my life. We’re exactly right for each other. It’s supposed to be you and me in the end. I can’t do this with anyone else.”

“And I can’t do this with you.” You laughed sadly and gestured to him. Tom’s heart dropped in his chest when it became apparent that this was more than just a fight.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“I think I am.” You nodded. Neither of you could believe the words that were coming out of your mouth but it was too late to take them back.

“Does marriage really mean that much to you that you’d rather break up instead of just living a long, happy life together?” Tom asked you.

“I guess it does.” You realized. He stood there in shock as you put a hand on his shoulder and brought him closer to kiss his cheek.

“Goodbye, Tom.” You smiled sadly at him and shut your door.

Another month went by and you did not come home. You busied yourself with your music and dove into your next album, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about him on midnights when you were left alone with your thoughts. Tom thought about you a lot more often, like every time he saw your face on his TV. He tuned in one night to watch you debut your latest music video of your newest song. His eyes were glued to the TV as the video opened with your back to some brown eyed actor.

“You say “I don’t understand” and “I say I know you don’t.” We thought a cure would come through in time, now I fear it won’t.” You sang with your eyes glued to the floor. The setting changed and you were walking through an apartment that Tom recognized.

“She filmed this on Cornelia Street?” Tom whispered to himself and sat back on his couch.

“Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light.” A smiling version of you sang as she walked though the apartment holding the hand of the actor playing Tom. The setting changed again and you were still in the room, but the lights were off and you were sitting alone in the floor.

“Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time.” You sang while not looking in the camera. The rest of the video followed in suit. You flashed between happy, golden hued memories with the actor to grey toned solo shots of you sitting alone at your piano or on the floor. The difference in the moods made Tom reminisce on the old times and he wondered how long it has been since he had made you smile the way you were doing in the video.

“Stop, you’re losing me. Stop, stop, stop. You’re losing me.” You sang while looking directly into the camera as a purple heart monitor line ran through the background behind you and eventually flatlined. Tom felt like you were staring right into his soul and realized this was the closest he’d gotten to making eye contact with you in a while. He watched the sad, grey version of yourself split from the happy version and suddenly, there were two of you on the screen while the actor playing Tom ignored them both.

“How long can we be a sad song till we were too far gone to bring back to life?” The both of you sang while Tom’s counterpart read the newspaper and didn’t look at either. He thought of the days leading up to you leaving for New York where he’d be doing exactly that, reading the newspaper to pretend to look busy when he felt you glaring at him. He wiped his face and watched as the scene changed to the three of you at a party. The sad version of you was clinging to Tom’s counterpart defensively while the other version of you yelled at him with a drink in your hand.

“Fighting in only your army. Front lines, don’t you ignore me. I’m the best thing as this party.” You yelled and drunkenly stumbled around while the rest of the party watched.

“You’re losing me.” The grey version whispered into Tom’s ear. He assumed that version represented the part of you that missed him while the other version represented the you that knew it was over. The scene changed again and this time, you were back in the Cornelia Street apartment with an open ring box in the center of the table. There was no ring inside, just a burning flame.

“And I wouldn’t marry me either. A pathological people pleaser.Who only wanted you to see her.” You said into the camera while Tom’s character threw things into a bag behind you and went to leave.

“And I’m fading thinking do something babe! Say something! Lose something, babe. Risk something. You’re losing me! Chose something, babe. I got nothing to believe unless you’re choosing me.” The grey version of you desperately said to Tom’s counterpart as she pulled on his arm to beg him to stay. It was like he couldn’t see her at all and just kept walking towards the door. The golden version of yourself opened the door and pointed for him to get out while the other version of you jumped in front of him and dropped to her knees to get him to stay. Tom’s character walked right through her and she faded to dust, leaving just the one version of yourself to watch him go. The music stopped and you ended up running after him, but he was already gone. You turned and ran down Cornelia Street but didn’t go back into your apartment. You just kept running down the street and turned the block so that the camera couldn’t see you anymore. The camera panned out to show the Cornelia Street sign and a violin version of your song by the same name played in the background as the street sign turned grey and faded into dust. The screen turned black and Tom was left alone in the silence.

After another month, he found himself outside your door again. He knocked on it and felt his heart pound until you opened it up.

“Tom? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for you. I came to fix this.” He said simply.

“Tom, I don’t know that we can fix this.” You said apologetically. It felt amazing to see him, but it didn’t change the fact that you ultimately wanted different things in life.

“You were right. You can’t compromise on marriage. And you either believe in it or you don’t.” He began before getting down on one knee.

“Tom?” You asked skeptically as your eyes went wide. He pulled a ring box out of his pocket and opened it up for you.

“It’s your moms ring. Your dad gave it to her for the third Valentine’s Day they celebrated together in college. She doesn’t wear it anymore because it’s one size too small, so she gave it to me when I asked them for permission to marry you.”

“You asked them?” You smiled in surprise that he had done one of the things you said mattered to you.

“I did. It was a little awkward to find out your mother already knew all about our previous conversations about marriage so you can probably guess how confused I was.” He said with an embarrassed laugh.

“What did my dad say?”

“He said as long as I make you happy, he’s proud to have me join the family.”

“See? No one’s giving me away to anyone. We’re just creating a bigger family for the two of us.”

“I see that now. I see a lot of the points you made. And what your dad said got me thinking.”

“About?”

“All I want is to make you happy. Which is different from agreeing to things I don’t want to do to appease you. I do want to watch you walk down the aisle in a dress that’s been in your Pinterest board since you were 13. I do want to plan the seating arrangement and introduce my weird friends from college to your weird friends from college. I want to plan the entire thing because that’s something we can do together, and those are my favorite things to do.”

“What about the ceremony? And the marriage license? You don’t want those things.”

“I didn’t at first.” He admitted. “But after actually thinking about it and reevaluating the opinion I formed before I ever even had a serious relationship, I realized I feel differently. You make me feel differently. I would proudly sign my name next to yours on a marriage license. Because I happen to think our names look pretty good together. And as for the ceremony, I know we can’t compromise, but we can collaborate. It doesn’t have to be a huge blowout party. It can be the best elements of the both of us. And we can plan it together.”

“That all sounds very lovely, but it doesn’t change the fact that you didn’t believe in marriage just a few months ago. Am I really supposed to believe you’ve truly changed your mind? What if this is just some grand gesture to win me back that you end up regretting?” You asked him.

“I will never end up regretting promising my love for you in front of our family and friends. I’ll never regret hyphenating our names so that everyone knows I’m a part of a duo. I’ll never regret choosing to legally attach myself to my vets friend and spend the rest of my life with her. But I can tell you with the utmost assurance that I would regret letting you walk away and become a name I wince at for the rest of my life.”

“You felt differently not too long ago.” You quietly reminded him. You wanted so badly to believe him, but you couldn’t fully trust it.

“I changed my mind. I realized somethings are more important than other things. And that you’re more important than anything.”

Your skeptical expression turned into a coy smile as you slid your hand into the one that wasn’t holding the open ring box.

“You never actually said the words.” You told him, making Tom break into a relieved smile.

“Darling, would you make me the happiest man-“

“Eh. Try again. Too cliche.” You cut him off. Tom smiled and shook his head, knowing you weren’t gonna make it easy.

“My love, I don’t want to spend another minute as just your boyfriend.” He tried again.

“Lame. Thumbs down.” You shook your head and pointed your thumb down.

“Would you do me the honor-“

“Yawn.” You interrupted.

“Will you just marry me, you annoying brat?” Tom groaned.

“Tom! I thought you’d never ask!” You gushed over dramatically and put your hand over your heart.

“Is that a yes?” Tom asked as he stood up.

“I have to think about it. I don’t know if marriage is for me.” You shrugged as he slid the ring onto your finger. You looked down at the ring and remembered the time you tried it on as a little girl and how it didn’t fit your finger until now.

“Yes. I will marry you.” You smiled as you looked back up at Tom. Tom broke into a grin and scooped you up to spin you around.

“Sorry I wrote all those emo songs about you.” You said into his ear, making him laugh.

“It’s okay. It’s what you do.” He couldn’t stop smiling as he set you down. He then pulled you in for a long kiss to make up for all the time you were apart. When you pulled away, he pulled your face back towards him with his hands to kiss your left cheek.

“I see you.” He said, then kissed you right cheek.

“I choose you.” He continued, then kissed your forehead.

“I love you.” He said, the kissed your nose before looking into your eyes.

“And I know you.” He told you. You smiled softly and nodded your head.

“You do?” You asked him. “You really know me?”

“I do.”

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Late Nights

Spencer Reid

Summary: after a extra long week out of state working on a case with a difficult unsub all Spencer wants to do is go to your shared home and possibly eat you out for how good you take care of him <3

Word count: 1488

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Spencer walked through the front door fully expecting you to be asleep at the couch probably leaving the TV on to his surprise you were wide awake waiting for him.

There was nothing special going on tonight but you wanted to do something nice for your hard working fiancé as he works a lot and always makes time for you. It was a big thank you from you to him, what you didn’t know was how it would warm his heart too much.

You got up the couch to greet him and give him a kiss.

“Hi doll you missed me?” he asked holding you, both arms wrapped around your waist and his head leaning down to your neck taking in your strawberry scent.

“Of course I missed you Spence everyday I miss you more and more” you said hugging him back and kissing him. Slowly you started backing out holding his hand dragging him to the kitchen wanting to show him his favorite home meal.

“You didn’t have to sweat heart” he said looking at you with so much love in his eyes. At that moment he knew exactly why he is going to marry you, but it’s not like he needed an extra explanation.

“You’re always working so hard Spence. I wanted you to know that I appreciate everything you do. That’s why I love you so much” your words were pure honey to him, you’re the only reason why he does what he does to protect you from all the awful people outside.

“God you don’t know how much I love you and want you to marry me right now”

“Oh shut up” you said shyly backing away to serve him up a plate. You knew he was coming late and made dinner later so he could eat it with you and hot. Placing both of your plates down he grabbed you by the hand and propped you up on his lap.

“What are you doing Dr? I don’t think this is very appropriate.” You said in a teasing tone, it’s a running joke you like to do pretend you’re a patient and it was oh so scandalous what you where doing.

“I think it’s very much appropriate if neither of us tell our spouses” he said whispering in your ear.

“I don’t think my husband would like that Dr. Reid as I love him very much” you said shoving your left hand with your shiny ring on his face and wiggling your fingers.

“Oh he got you this ring?” He said grabbing your hand and faking examining your ring.

“Yes and I love it a lot” you said giggling through your teeth.

“I bet I could get you a much bigger and shinier ring” he said right before he started attacking your neck which made you both laugh. Without knowing as you were laughing you were moving your hips while frantically which got him going.

He groaned in your ear and you knew instantly what you were doing to him. “Oh I’m sorry Dr didn’t know you were so worked up” you said with a smirk on your face.

“God yn you are so beautiful” he said looking straight into your eyes and taking some hair that was in front of your face to behind your ear.

You went in for a kiss and he happily complied kissing you back. His hands were roaming around your back before they settled on your ass as he was slightly squeezing it and spreading it on your tiny shorts.

“God who needs dinner when you can have dessert right away” he said pushing his plate of food to the side and lifting you up from his lap to the dining table.

“Spence please I’ve needed you all week” you said looking up at him as he was standing leaning down on you.

“I know baby I know, I’m going to make you feel so good” he started to kiss you again with his hands pulling his oversized shirt off of you revealing his favorite bra.

“It’s almost as if you knew we were going to end up like this at the dining table. With me fucking you senseless” he started to kiss you again and laid you all over the table with just your back and your legs hanging off of the table.

“But first I’m gonna have to eat this pussy as it’s been neglected for oh so long” after he said that you let out a whine knowing he was about to make you cum harder than anybody else had made you.

He started taking off your shorts leaving your panties on. Slowly he started rubbing your thighs preparing you. He then started licking you through your shorts knowing where exactly your clit was. Then his face was buried between your legs, he was licking and swirling his tongue over your panties making them all wet and transparent.

Holding his hair and playing with it you said “please take them off Spence” you said with a high pitched voice.

“I will in just a minute have some patience baby” he said looking up at you and heading back to his work. Slowly his tongue started to go down prodding at your hole almost like making fun of it.

You grabbed into his hair harder as you were close to cumming. He backed away from your cunt and looked up at you saying “you taste so good baby, could have you everyday for the rest of my life”

His comment made you physically react and started grinding on nothing and you looked so pathetic.

“Someone’s being needy” he remarked

Taking off your panties and throwing them somewhere in the living room. He started licking your pretty cunt and swirling his tongue around your swollen clit.

“It’s almost as if you get sweeter the longer I don’t eat you out” he said going back into your cunt licking everywhere and sticking his tongue in slightly teasing you.

“Please Spence all the way” you said crying, it has been so long without him you were now crying from finally feeling him touch you exactly where you needed him.

He nodded at you as he inserted his whole tongue, the sensation felt unreal you locked your legs around his head without thinking. Slowly he started moving it in and out while also nudging his nose to your clit so it doesn’t feel so neglected.

Tugging at his hair harder he took his hand and started rubbing on your swollen red clit pushing you over the edge and making you cum hard on his face.

“God Spence!!” You yelled out with it dying down with a low whine.

“Felt good huh baby” he said standing up raking his hand through his hair before starting to lick his fingers that were in you. It was a sight for sore eyes.

Before you knew it he started unbuckling his belt and slightly pulling his pants down exposing his dick.

“I’ve been needing you for so long Spence” you said whining at him. “I know baby I know I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget I was gone for a week”

He took your hair and moved it once again behind your ears so he can see your whole face as it moves as he pleases you.

He started playing with your nipples as they have been neglected all night. You started moaning out loud as he started licking them and squeezing your boobs before entering you.

“Spencer!” You yelled feeling so so good, your eyebrows arched and mouth open. He started moving at a steady pace that took all his strength and will not to go any faster as he wanted to be gentle with you. “No Spencer, faster!” he continued with your wish and started fucking you harder. It was so messy as your cum and saliva was spilling out with his precum. It made it easier pulling in and out of you as it was so wet and slippery.

“So wet, fuck you’re so fucking wet” he said making you whine as he knows you loved to be praised.

“You’re doing so good my pretty girl, making me feel so good” your moaning was so loud I swear your neighbors could hear it and will probably have a friendly conversation about it in the morning.

“I’m gonna cum!” he said grunting into your ear and your nails clawing his back.

“Please inside! Spence inside!” You asked rarely fir him to cum inside you, he did what you wanted and came all inside you. As he was pulling out both of your mixed cum was spilling out. He was grabbing it with his fingers and pushing it back inside so you wouldn’t get it on the table.

“I love you yn so much”

“I love you so much too Spence” you said almost slurred with your eyes closed. <3

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