#But oh I'm starting to understand now why people want to settle down

[weirddreamergirl]

Ugh part 2

#I look back at my younger self like they're the spirit of my ancestors #or my past lives #and they're shaking their heads in disappointment at how socially needy I'm becoming #NONE OF THEM PREPARED ME FOR THE HORRIBLE LONELINESS I'M FEELING IN MY LATE 20S WHAT THE FUCK #Like I'm not feeling insane enough to want kids thank God because I'm genuinely mentally professionally and financially shit ass fuck #But oh I'm starting to understand now why people want to settle down #like you want someone to be your partner for life #that horrible longing for an anchor someone to run to any time if you need help #but fuck it I don't know if I'm ready for that or even how to get that #I don't feel like I'm independent enough to ever stand on my own if they leave me #I'd be gutted devastated utterly ruined #I probably should go to therapy instead of going to tumblr #But my God this is so horribly overwhelming and it's a horrible internal conflict #LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS PLEASE I JUST WANT A JOB

[marcsburnerphone]

And they were roomates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: that captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: angsty (very minimal), injury(very minimal), john not knowing how to handle certain situation.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3!! - part 4

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That's when it started, the weird energy that set the scene for every interaction between the two of you. He couldn't help but start to see this so-called “tension” gaz had mentioned fulfill its way into your lives. Not only was it your beauty, it was the domesticity that settled in your relationship. You need that lightbulb in your room replaced, you politely knocked on his door, car troubles? Yeah John should know how to do that. But what scared him the most wasn't the attraction he felt towards you, it was your lack thereof. He never seemed to catch you sparing him any extra glances than were necessary. Unlike him he couldn't help but catch his greedy eyes secretly soaking in every inch of you when given the opportunity. 

But he couldn't be further than wrong 

Because at the opposite end of your home your mind seems to be obsessed with the thought of john. What a man he was. He must’ve been getting some back on base and you couldn't even be jealous, aroused though definitely. He's actually all 6 foot something of fine, absolutely climbable. But god does that man often look like he wants not a thing to do with you. Especially most recently you rarely even see him and when you do he barely speaks or spares you a glance.

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“Hey, haven't seen you in awhile.” you surprise him extremely early in the kitchen one morning.

“Oh um good morning, I’m fine just been a bit busy. Why are you up so early?” He lies then quickly changes the topic knowing being awake during these hours of the morning  isn’t your forte.

“Scheduled a client for 6AM instead of 6PM and it's too late to cancel.'' He hums in response, willing himself to say something more but his mind comes up blank as it often does in your presence. 

So he leaves without a word and nothing in hand he just leaves. And you stand there absolutely thrown through the loop at the moment that you two just shared. 

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“We were doing great as roommates. You know I was comfortable and he seemed comfortable but now I swear that man avoids me like the plague.” you say to the longtime client in your chair.

“Maybe he’s just not social.” She chimes in, you concentrate while trying to part her hair before replying.

“I could see that being the case if he hadn’t been so social the previous two weeks you know, we’ve made meals in the kitchen together, watched television in the living room so I don’t understand what changed.” you say applying product to the sectioned hair.

“What if he doesn’t like you?” your hands pause for a second as you ponder the thought.

“Well I guess he doesn’t have to like me to live with me.” you say with very visibly discontent.

“But you on the other hand strive when people like you.” she replies, reading right through you.

“Well yeah I think anybody would.” you shrug.

“Not a military man who’s probably widely hated.” She's always right and you hate it.

“What's not to like about me?” you genuinely couldn't come up with an answer yourself.

“Are you a messy roommate or do you bother him a lot or do you nag him for his mess?” You can’t think of doing any of those but maybe asking for his help from time to time.

“I might be bothering him but nothing I would consider too much , just some help from time to time.” she laughs from her seat and you unenthusiastically spin the chair she's in to face you.

“Was it in the contract that he'd have to help you from ‘time to time’.'' You give her a quizzical look and she just continues.

“Men like to do the bare minimum and that's it. They hate being bothered. Take it from me. I'm married with three sons and they're all the same. Oh they have to do the dishes, sure, but will they dry them, or put them away? No, because that's not what I asked.” you hum understanding her point but still finding it hard to see john really feeling that way.

“So then I shouldn't ask him for anything and maybe he'll come around?” you ask in an unsure tone.

“yup.” she replies blunt, fast and very sure of herself.

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So you listened, this whole week you've not asked John for a thing which was pretty easy up until now. Your luck never fails to run out at the worst times. A flat tire in the middle of the road on your way home. You pull off to the side contemplating what to do as the sun is beginning to set and there's really only two options.

One, call John and ruin your streak of leaving him be. Two, call the car service company and pay their ridiculous prices to change the tire out. Of course you go with option two cause calling john seems to make you more nervous.

It takes 3 hours for the mechanic to get to where you are, change the tire, and point out other imperfections about your car that you pay no mind to. When you finally make it home you’re bothered, exhausted and broke.

John doesn't miss the unusualness of your late arrival but also doesn't question it, even though he wants to. Your groans of frustration echo through the hallway and he immediately can tell it was a bad day.

You change out of your work clothes and go into the kitchen for a snack as you do your daily phone call to your sister to tell her about the events of your day. John creeks his office door open to hear a little better but nothing noticeable. 

“He charged me six hundred dollars, I mean how is that even legal?” You complain into the phone that’s balanced between your neck and shoulder. 

“It was just my tire that was flat, nothing else.” you follow up while chewing on an apple. You swear you could cry by repeating that monstrosity.

John can't help but feel a bit confused and upset that you hadn't just called him instead of calling whatever dick that charged you that much for something so simple. Changing a tire is an easy 30 minutes that he definitely had on his hands especially for you. You had not hesitated asking for help before so what's changed now?

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“Okay, unscrew the old bulb and screw in the new bulb, very simple.” you reassure yourself as you stand on top of the tall ladder to replace the porch light. It’s icy outside and cold sweeps under your layers of clothes making your normally shaky hands shakier.

“Okay okay- damn it.” You drop the bulb that burnt out onto the floor watching the glass scatter.

You screw the new one in and step down, closing the latter with frustrated groan, then going to pick up the bigger shards to toss out before sweeping. You should’ve known that bulb glass was insanely thin and sharp but sometimes your brain leaves out the important stuff.

“Ow, fuck fuck fuck.” You cry out at the shard of glass that forms a long clean cut on your palm. You cry as you run into your home holding the cut tightly. Finding the sink you turn the water on and rinse it clean. Your ears don’t comprehend the loud footsteps that make their way towards the kitchen.

“What happened?” A deep voice sighs out behind you.

“Nothing.” Your hiccups escape involuntarily as it continues to bleed dramatically. You squeeze your eyes shut as it begins to burn more and more.

“Let me see.” He tries to grab at your hand genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine, it’s just a cut.” You resist him by keeping your hand under the water.

“Cut from what?” he's a bit frustrated at your refusal of letting his trained mind and hands help.

“I was changing the light bulb outside and one broke.” you admit quietly.

“Why didn’t you ask me to do it?” once again what is with you no longer asking him for his very available help.

“Cause I can handle myself John.” You’re irritated at the obvious evidence that you cannot. Your non wounded hand rips a paper towel from the roll and you hold it to the cut to go bandage it in your room. 

You leave John standing in the kitchen and don’t even look back as you make your way to your room. He stays in that same spot for a second wondering where your random change in attitude is coming from but in the end he comes up blank and goes out to the porch to clean the rest of the glass up.

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You feel terribly guilty when you wake up the next morning to see the porch swept clean and ladder put away from the previous night. You toughen up and put your big girl pants on to go apologize. You knock on his bedroom door and hear ruffling on the other side before he answers.

“hey john i'm really sorry for-” you stop noticing him dressed from head to toe in his military attire and damn.

“For what?” He takes notice of your pause and one up.

“For um the way I acted last night I know you were only trying to help and um why are you dressed like that?” You can’t help but question it.

“I have to go on base for a little bit, maybe a day or two. It shouldn't be too long but who knows, let me grab my check for you.” He walks back into his awfully clean room and grabs something out of a drawer and hands you a white envelope that consists of his monthly rent.

“Oh okay.” You can’t even hide the blush that laces between your features and although he notices it he can’t pinpoint the reasoning.

“Also don’t be sorry we all have our days and I shouldn’t have overstepped.” You nod in response not really knowing what to say. 

“Okay bye then I guess.” You awkwardly wave at him even though you stand mere inches away from his tall frame. 

“Bye doll.” He says before you walk away entirely thrown over whatever conversation that was.

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[dotster001]

For Tuna; Snack Break

Summary: A series of vignettes taking place while Grim is making his final choice. The time will soon arrive....

Part One Part Two Choose your ending....

"I have detention everyday for three weeks," Grim pouted as you gave him his tuna pancake breakfast.

"What did you do this time?"

"I-" he cut himself off, his eyes nervously flicking to yours, then back to his plate.

"Crowley's an ass that's why. No other reasons, don't dig into it henchhuman."

"Am I going to get a bill for it?"

"No."

"Then I don't have the energy to care," you said with a sigh, thinking of all the maintenance you had to do on Ramshackle today.

Grim looked at the time, shoved what was left of his pancake into his mouth, then scampered out the door, passing Ruggie on his way out.

"Hey Y/N, I found  a tool kit, ready to do some fixing?"

You nodded, ready to renovate Ramshackle with your favorite hyena for a couple hours.

….

Grim stepped into the mirror chamber, and made sure to use his toe beans as much as possible. He silently made his way to the headmage's mirror. He had almost made it when he was scooped up, and squeezed firmly in a pair of strong arms.

"Thought you could hide from me forever, didn't you sealio?" Floyd said in a growl.

He brought Grim up to face level, a nasty scowl on his face.

"Let's see if this jogs your memory. I gave you a month's worth of free lobsters. In exchange, you promised I would make it through to the second wave of interviews. Starting to sound familiar?"

Grim quickly nodded.

"Cool, then why did I have to find out from Jade I wasn't chosen to participate, and Azul was?"

Grim whimpered.

"I warned you, right? People who cross my family have a tendency to disappear. It won't be today, it won't be tomorrow, but watch your back, cause one day I'll have Y/N, and you'll-"

"Mister Leech. Unless you want to join Grim in detention, please let him go," Crowley said, crossing his arms in a pout.

"Sounds boring," Floyd pouted, dropping Grim like a hot iron. Unfortunately for Riddle, he happened to choose that moment to step through the Heartslaybul portal.

"Oh! Goldfishie! Let's play tag!"

And now Floyd was running after Riddle, who was practically begging the headmage to save him.

But the headmage conveniently couldn't hear as he escorted Grim to detention.

….

"Idia-"

"Shit! How did you get in here?" Idia screamed at Silver who was patiently sitting on his bed waiting for him.

"I let him in!" Ortho said excitedly. "It is better for your mental health to have friends!"

Idia fought back a glare, before pulling out his iPad, and hastily typing.

"Why are you here?"

"My father said you could answer a question I had. What is "babygirl"?"

Idia stared at Silver for a moment as the tips of his hair slightly flickered pink.

"Damn. I have to choose between the otaku urge to participate in an irl otome cut scene, and my love of Y/N, the greatest character to ever spawn in my save file."

He chewed his lip, and Silver continued sitting patiently.

"Fuck it, this is too epic to pass up. Babygirl means Y/N thinks you're just a little guy."

"I still don't understand."

Idia groaned.

"Um, okay, so Y/N thinks you're a total cutie and would be happy to have you on their arm as a trophy husband."

Silver's cheeks turned a light pink.

"Oh…"

"Like, they prob. think you're submissive and-"

"Babygirl is like a princess! You're Y/N's princess!" Ortho cut in excitedly.

"I'm Y/N's princess…" Silver whispered, a slight smile on his face.

"Not exactly! It means Y/N wouldn't mind if you were their princess. Nothing is set in stone. I have a lot of bbg's, but I wouldn't necessarily settle down with any of them."

"I like the idea of being Y/N's princess…"

"Damn it, why am I rooting for this? It's too cute!" Idia groaned. 

"Hee hee, big brother also wants to be Y/N's princess…"

Idia's hair turned a bright red and he went catatonic.

….

"So that's why you booked out the kitchen this morning."

Ace stiffened, and turned from the Ramshackle door to "greet" Trey. He was startled to see Trey holding a tart.

"I had the kitchen all morning! When did you make that?" Ace asked in horror and despair.

Trey shrugged. "I always have a spare tart lying around, in case we have company. What's under the tin?" He nodded towards the dessert tin Ace was holding.

"My masterpiece," Ace grinned. The grin quickly fell. "Wait! Why are you here? You stole my idea!"

"The idea to bring food to a hungry prefect at lunchtime? While it's such an original idea for you to have, I didn't steal it from you," Trey sighed in irritation, attempting to step around Ace to the door. Ace blocked him.

"No. I was here first. I get to give Y/N treats."

"Ace, I beg you to reconsider."

"No!" Ace got in a defensive position that he used when playing basketball, then swatted the tart out of Trey's hands.

"What the hell!"

"There. I'm the only one with treats. As the Seven intended." Ace turned the door knob, but Trey started shoving him, and reaching for the door knob himself.

"I tried to be nice, but you've completely blown it."

"It's not nice to steal someone's idea!"

"It is literally 12:30. Everyone is eating right now. It's not an original idea!"

In the midst of the shoving back and forth, the door opened, revealing a very amused Ruggie.

"Shihihi, you both just saved me a trip."

He snatched the dessert tray and shut the door behind him. Both men froze in shock, and heard Ruggie yell,

"Y/N! I got us a treat!"

Ace elbowed Trey.

"Nice going, dumbass."

Trey raised an eyebrow and stared at Ace, who only at that moment remembered who he was talking to.

"I mean, that sucked, didn't it, Mister Vice Housewarden, sir?" He laughed nervously.

"Don't worry too much about it. I doodle suited it when he took it from you. Whatever it was will taste like sardines."

Trey walked away calmly as Ace stared in mixed awe and horror.

….

You and Kalim were walking to class together, when you noticed some scribbles on his hand.

"What's that?" You asked.

"Oh! It's a new thing I'm trying. You know how I'm trying to be more independent from Jamil, but I have a terrible memory? I'm just writing everything on my hand and arm!"

"Can you even read that? It looks all smudged!"

"Sure I can!" Kalim pulled up his sleeve, pointing to each word as he read aloud.

"Party, present, Grim, books, botany, secret, and snack."

"How is that helpful? What does any of that even mean?"

"Well party is, I'm throwing a party soon. Or I want to. Present and Grim, is because I want to give Grim a present at the party, because I heard he really likes presents. Books is so that I don't forget my textbooks, botany is because I have botany in an hour, and snack is because I'm hungry and might forget to eat!"

"Wow, okay, I guess that does help. But what is "secret" supposed to mean?"

"Oh! Right! Thanks for reminding me!" Kalim smiled happily. "There's something Jamil and I know that I'm not supposed to tell you."

"Oh?" Your curiosity definitely peaked. "And what aren't you supposed to tell me?"

"Let me double check," Kalim looked at his arm smudges, before gasping and laughing. "Nice try, it's a secret!" He said, pointing to secret on his arm.

You gave your best attempt at a flirty pout. "Couldn't you just tell me? I won't tell Jamil you told me. It can be our secret."

Kalim tilted his head thoughtfully, before nodding.

"Okay! So Grim has been-"

In moments, Jamil had body slammed Kalim to the ground.

"Kalim! I'm so sorry, I thought I saw an attacker."

"It's okay! It was an honest mistake,"Kalim smiled despite groaning in pain.

"We should go back to your room, just in case," Jamil said firmly, yanking Kalim to his feet, and away from you.

Jamil then turned to Kalim. "How many times do I have to explain this? You're lucky Grim is still even considering you, since you failed to show up to the interview. But you'll completely blow it if you tell Y/N! You'll never get another chance at Grim choosing you!"

"Right, I'm so sorry, I forgot," Kalim facepalmed. "Thanks for stopping me back there, Jamil."

"Anytime," Jamil smiled sweetly, "After all, I just want what's best for you."

….

Deep in the recesses of the Octavinelle Dorm, two random Octavinelle students are expressing their distaste…

"It's not fair! I'm Prince Rielle's first cousin! And Y/N's lab partner in Alchemy! We've actually gone on a date! Where does that cat monster get off not even considering me?"

"You think you got it bad?" The other student was tying his bow tie in the mirror, his anger evident on his face. "Y/N and I are in the newspaper club together. And I was about to ask them to be my significant other, when Grim showed up out of nowhere and told Y/N he "desperately needed their help with something." It's pathetic! The whole reason he chose us to sit in for those two other bachelors is because he knew how upset we were!"

"Absolutely disgusting. You know what?" The first student stood up. "The rat is in detention more often than not. He can't stop me from asking Y/N out!" 

"Me too!" The other student stood up as well, before giving a flirty smirk to his roommate. "This is going to be our best anniversary yet."

"Agreed," they grabbed each other's hands and opened the door, both startled to see Jade standing there with an eerie smile.

"Excellent timing. You both need to work an emergency shift in the lounge."

"Damn it"

"Fuck."

….

"Monsieur Fuzzball! I have arrived with a new batch of conditioner specially formulated for your luxurious fur!"

"Much obliged," Grim smirked as he took the goodie bag from Rook.

"And I have Roi du posion and my financial statements, as requested," he handed Grim a manila envelope.

"Thanks, I'll let you know once I've looked over everybody's."

Grim moved to leave, but Rook picked him up by the scruff of his neck.

"I would like to make something clear though. I am le chasseur d'amour.  I will hunt after the love of my life, whether I have your blessing or not," his eyes glittered with unbridled glee. "And should anyone stand in my way, I care not who they are. I shall act in a way that I see as fitting."

Grim's fur prickled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Rook laughed lightly. "Who's to say?"

He pressed a kiss to the top of Grim's head, then set him down.

"Sleep well, Monsieur Fuzzball!"

And with a flourish he left Grim alone.

….

Jack, Epel, and Deuce were on a run together. As they rounded a bend, they came up on Leona taking a nap.

"Housewarden," Jack greeted.

Leona opened a single eye, and groaned.

"You three look remarkably calm for people whose best friend is set to be betrothed soon."

All three of them stiffened.

Jack rubbed his hand on the back of his neck and looked off into the distance.

"Y/N doesn't care about money. Whoever Grim picks, I have no doubt that Y/N will turn down the relationship, unless they truly see a future with them, in which case, what will be will be."

Deuce bit his lip. "I'm not in the place for a relationship anyway…I want to get my degree and start my career before I try to support someone else."

"It's just dumb as hell, and Y/N's not gonna put up with it. And when it all comes to light, they'll turn to the only people who don't see them as an object to be purchased. An' I'll be there to scoop them into my arms and pick up the pieces," Epel said with a smirk.

Deuce and Jack stared at him.

"Oh please. You both were thinkin' it. I'm just the only one brave enough to say it!"

Leona smirked. "Well I hope that works out for you boys. Just know you won't even get the chance if I'm the one chosen. I know how to treat Y/N right."

He lounged back with a triumphant smile, and quickly fell back asleep, leaving the boys with torn expressions.

….

"Your majesty! It is always an honor for the queen of Pomefiore to pay us a visit. How many I be of service?" Azul asked Vil, who was gracefully seated in the chair across from his desk in the VIP room.

"I have already drawn up the contract, it just requires your signature," Vil hummed, pulling out a scroll that already had his signature on it.

"Simply put, I am asking you to step down from the running for Y/N's future husband, and to clear the way for my victory. You will notice," Vil pointed to a blank space in the contract, "the payment spot is blank. Upon completion of the contract you are able to fill in whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?"

"Money, product, fame, anything you can think of is yours."

Azul thoughtfully tapped his chin.

"I could have Vil Schoenheit as an unpaid spokesperson for my future restaurant chain for an undisclosed amount of time. The capital that would bring in would be unmatched."

Azul picked up the contract, and Vil smirked. Until Azul tore it into pieces.

"The name of the game is confidence, and insecurity is not a good look on you, my queen."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Vil snapped.

"You think I haven't noticed the fact that your hair is half a shade darker since that monster told you you might grow old?"

"You've misseen it, I assure you. My hair has always been this shade of blond," Vil hissed.

"It's very possible I have misseen," Azul pushed his glasses up his nose triumphantly, "but it would be impossible to "missee" the fact that we have had to up production on your facial moisturizer, because you are using it in higher quantities."

"I am not, I'm just stocking up!" Vil slammed the table as he stood.

"Let's face it, Schoenheit, I know what it looks like when someone has lost. One of us here has crumbled under the pressure, and I'll give you a hint. It's not me."

Vil glared at Azul heatedly, before turning on his heels and leaving the VIP room, slamming the door on his way out.

….

You had been reading a book on the couch, while Grim sorted through some papers. You were hoping, in your heart of hearts, that he was studying or doing his homework. Deep down, you knew that wasn't the case.

After some final rustling of papers, Grim said, "Alright, I've made my choice."

"For what?"

"Nothing, mwahahahahaha!" 

"Then why are you-"

"No reason!" He shouted. Then below his breath you heard, "mwahahaha…"

You sighed heavily.

"Am I going to get a bill for it?"

"No."

"Then I don't care."

Below his breath, he released another, "mwahahaha…"

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“Who was your first kiss?”

“Depends what you mean.” Steve hits the joint Eddie passed to him. They are sitting on the roof of the trailer, stargazing. It is the first clear night of summer. Steve feels lighter than he has in months.

“I'm not really sure if there is another way to ask that, Harrington.” Eddie laughs around the tip of the joint. “It's a pretty simple question. Besides, I thought this was secret time. No need to get shy on me now.” Eddie spins to his side dramatically, tucking his hands beneath his face. He stares at Steve with joy in his eyes.

Steve takes the joint, pulls, and huff smoke into Eddie’s face. A soft laugh escapes him. “Well, I mean, do you mean like the first real kiss? Or, like, when did I start practicing?”

“Practicing?”

“Yea like, figure out how to, and what its like before the real deal? So it doesn't count.”

“I'm sorry—” Eddie scrunches his eyebrows “—I’m confused. Why wouldn't it count?”

“Cause it was with a guy.” Steve shrugs because he doesn't think it's a big deal. He doesn't understand why Eddie is hung up on it.

But then, Eddie's face does this thing for a second. Like he isn't sure whether to be angry or sad, but then it relaxes. Instead, a look of puzzlement takes over his face. “Steve, it counts. Like—even though you're not attracted to guys, that still counts as a first kiss. It’s like—kinda hurtful you think it doesn't.”

Steve tilts his head and goes over what he said in his mind. He can't recall saying anything ridiculous like he does when he is high. “Okay, now I'm confused.”

Eddie stares and says nothing.

“No! Not like confused as in I don't get why your upset, but more like confused who said I was straight?”

In shock Eddie manages, “What now?”

“Never said I was straight. I just meant that if we're talking about first kisses, usually people mean a girl. So the guy doesn't count. Especially because I didn't know I liked guys then. Think even if I was straight this right here—” Steve waves a hand between the two of them “—is pretty homoerotic so I think straight went out the window.”

Eddie swallows, looks down at Steve’s lips, and looks back into his eyes. “There is so much to unpack there. But first, thank you for telling me. Second, Steve. That is like not how it works. Just cause a kiss is practice doesn't mean you didn't kiss. Like just cause you're hitting balls at practice instead of the game, doesn't mean you're not hitting them.”

Something settles in Steve. “Huh, I guess I never thought of it that way.”

Eddie grabs Steve by the shoulders. “I'm glad you understand, but onto more pressing matters. Who was this boy you practiced with?”

“Oh, it was Tommy Hagan.”

Eddie drops his hands in shock. “Hagan?! C’mon Stevie, I thought you had better taste.”

Steve giggles at Eddie’s antics. He can't help but take in how pretty Eddie is when he gets all worked up. It is unfair in Steve’s eyes. How someone can be so wonderful even when they are losing their mind.

Steve can't resist the urge to finally flirt a little. “He wasn't my type Munson. Like I said, just practice. Wasn't really into it. Pretty sure he liked it more than me. I think if I liked him, I would have figured out the whole bisexual thing a lot sooner. No, my type is definitely more in the dark curly hair nerd department.”

Eddie swallows nervously, “Nancy?”

Steve isn't offended by Eddie’s question. Steve knows he's scrambling, can tell by the blush on his face. Steve feels hope spark within his chest. “No, she's great and all, but I was thinking more masculine. With pretty doe eyes, a deep laugh, a kind soul, and horrible taste in music.”

Eddie sputters, and Steve watches his blush spread, “My music is great!”

“Hmmm, sure.”

“Hey Stevie? Do you feel like you need more practice?” Eddie leans in close brushing his nose against Steve’s with a sudden rush of bravery.

“No, i’ve had enough practice. Think I want the real thing.”

“Okay I want to be smooth but I have to google d response to that so I am going to kiss you now.” Eddie rushes out.

“Sounds perfect.” Eddie closes the gap before Steve can say anything else. Eddie tastes like salted chocolate and weed. It's sweet and musky and so very Eddie. It starts soft, the softest kiss Steve’s had, just plush lips pushed against each other.

It slowly builds to more. Steve’s hands travel up Eddie’s sides and into his hair. He wonders how a wild thing could be so, so soft. Steve gives a gentle tug, and Eddie moans deeply into him. Eddie’s hands grab Steve’s waist and yank him forward. His hands are to cause bruises surely, and the thought leaves Steve giddy. The sounds Eddie makes are getting desperate, which causes Steve to release his own moan.

Eddie doesn't waste a second taking advantage and shoving his tongue inside Steve’s mouth. He’s warm and wet, and oh God, Steve wants more, more, more.

After a few minutes, Eddie pulls back. “Wait, who did you really think was your first kiss?”

Steve rests his forehead on Eddie’s. He can't help but think his answer is a little funny. “Carol Perkins.”

“Wait, wasn't she dating Tommy?”

“Oh yeah. He was there actually. Kinda encouraged it to happen.”

Eddie looks torn between laughing and being disgusted. “Again, so much to unpack, but I don't think I want to touch that with a ten-foot pole. At least not tonight. Can we go back to making out?”

“Yes please.” Steve all but begs, a while releasing into the space between them.

They don't pull apart until their lips are swollen and their throats are raw from moaning. It’s Steve’s best first kiss yet.

---

originally this was more angsty and going to be more reflective on my personally experience of the very popular thought of “if my first kiss is with a girl it doesn't count” that I see a lot of bisexuals like myself (and other sexually fluid people...honestly an experience the whole LGBTQ+ community has) have. Like having that realization made me re-evaluate myself. But it ended up being more light hearted and using another experience of mine which is being out but refusing to count the first kiss because of who it was with. Steve and I...we have regrets. I still might write the other one, we shall see :)

#steddie #eddie brings up steve’s brief stint unknowingly in a throuple all the time #Steve screams it was one time #Eddie doesn't stop its too funny #he finally gives up when steve admits he thinks carol is gay #eddie munson loves steve harrington #steve Harrington loves Eddie munson #stranger things #cw: heavy making out #my first time writing making out be kind please #have literally wrote dirty talk and not making out?? #ficlet #my writing #tommy hagan #carol perkins #steddie fic #ao3

[lets-just-daydream]

Hello! If it’s not too much trouble I would love to request an Astarion x reader. Maybe just after he has confessed his plan that fell apart and his feelings for Tav, Gale tries to show her a magic trick. A lot of us have experienced this playing the game, but Tav doesn’t really understand what he’s getting at so she agrees. Then ensues protective and angst and hurt/comfort.

WE LOVE A JEALOUS KING (well, I do anyway)

I took some liberties with the confession for ✨funsies✨

It had been a LONG day of checking through Moonrise Towers. You met some very interesting people but now you were settled in camp and ready for a feed and some sleep. 

You sat outside your tent, pulling your boots off and stretching as you looked around. You had certainly camped in prettier places but dark, dingy and safe was better than nothing. Your eyes landed on Astarion who was pacing back and forth in front of his tent, looking uncharacteristically stressed. You watched as he stood up straight, gave himself a resolute nod and turned in the direction of your tent. His eyes widened when he saw you were already looking his way and he gave you a nervous smile. You returned his smile with a blush and as you were about to look away, he beckoned you over with a wave. 

You wondered what he wanted to talk about. Maybe he wanted to talk about the odd drow woman who wanted him to bite her. You stood with a shudder as you recalled him saying that her blood smelled foul. Admittedly, the potion she offered would have been incredibly useful but you'd rather not have it at all and defend Astarion's decision instead.

You approached him and he gave you a smile while he greeted you. "I wanted to thank you for earlier," he began. "With that vile drow."

"Oh, it was nothing at all," you replied. "I'm sorry she kept asking and wouldn't take your no as an answer."

"Yes it was upsetting at the time and… I'd gotten so used to doing what I was told without a care for what I wanted. It was nice to even be able to say no. And… I'm grateful that you stuck up for me. You didn't have to do that. I know that potion would have been worth a lot."

You smiled and stepped forward, shaking your head slightly. "Nothing is ever worth you doing something you don't want to do. I'll never ask you to do that." 

Astarion sighed. Gods you were so nice. Why were you so nice to him? This is why his whole plan fell apart in the first place - because you "genuinely cared about him" or whatever. Well now the stupid feeling was becoming mutual and he wanted to tell you. 

"Anyway, there's another reason I asked you over," Astarion said, his voice slightly hushed as he swept his gaze over the camp. 

The rest of your companions were either at their own tents or chatting around the fire. He noticed that Gale was watching the two of you intently and it took all of Astarion's self-control not to sneer at him. Nosey bastard. 

You waited patiently as Astarion got his thoughts together. It was nerve wracking - he'd never done this before! And really, he didn't know how you were going to take the initial news that he had been manipulating you. You might slap him. He'd probably deserve it, he thought. 

"Anyway, I suppose I should start from the beginning. At first…" He hesitated, looking down at your smiling face. Oh, you were so pretty. "I-I had this plan, okay. It was out of pure self-preservation, nothing personal of course. I just needed to get you on my side and sleeping with you, calling you cute names and all of that nonsense is how I'm used to getting my way."

Astarion watched as your face fell, you looked down at the ground and he swore you were starting to tear up. He reached out for your arm and drew your attention again..

"But then I got to know you, fought by your side and stood by your decisions whether I agreed with them or not. And that's when my little plan fell apart. I've grown genuine feelings for you," Astarion mumbled the last part as he pulled his hand back. 

You looked up at him and gasped lightly. "Are you serious?"

He nodded. "Using sex and your feelings as a way to manipulate you was awful, and it's a poor excuse but it's… all I knew. Two hundred years of instinct that I'm now trying to shake, you showed me that there's more to it than that. But I understand if this is where you draw the line."

Astarion gave you a little pout and you felt like your heart could burst out of your chest. You stepped forward and pulled him into a hug, nuzzling your face into his cold chest. He stood there for a moment, not really even sure what to do. He hadn't felt a real hug since turning and this felt so nice. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed his cheek to the crown of your head. You let him hold on for as long as he needed and when he eventually let go, you saw the sweetest smile on his face, fangs bared and laugh lines deep. You were so smitten with this man. 

"I care about you, Astarion," you said just above a whisper. "And I know confessing this took a lot of courage."

His smile stayed and he turned slightly giddy. "I'm so… happy to hear you say that. I've never done anything like this before, this is all so new to me and I don't know what comes next, but this is nice. This is what I want," he breathed. 

You gave him a smile and he reached his hand out to you, you placed your hand in his and his stepped forward, leaning his face down but someone cleared their throat behind you. 

You jumped slightly and Astarion looked at the intruder behind you, his eyes turning from soft into a hard glare. 

"What do you want, boot muncher?" Astarion asked. 

You turned around and saw Gale standing there, arms crossed as he brushed the snide comment off. "I need to talk to our friend, here." 

You felt Astarion's grip on your hand tighten but you looked up at him with a soft smile and he nodded, letting your hand go. You loathed to leave him after having such a deep moment but you had other friends who also needed your help. 

"I'll be right back," you whispered before following Gale over to his tent. 

You stood there as he clapped his hands together with a grin on his face. "I've been meaning to ask how much you know about the Weave." 

"The Weave? Just that it's linked to magic," you replied, raising a brow. 

"It’s an incredible feeling and I just learned how to share it, if you want to feel the magic of the Weave,” Gale said, his voice dropping. 

You felt eyes boring into your back and you glanced over at Astarion who held a book in hand but was staring at you intently before averting his eyes back down to the page. 

“Well?” Gale asked, pulling your attention back to him.

“Sounds like fun,” you said with a shrug and grin.

Gale smiled back at you and straightened his back, telling you to do as he did. You watched his hands intently as he did a quick and smooth flourish that caused purple sparks to fly in front of you. 

You stared at the space where the sparks disappeared and then gazed back at Gale’s hands, recalling his movements as you copied them as best as you could remember. Purple sparks also flew out in front of you and you laughed, hardly believing you pulled it off. Your body felt like a warm blanket had been wrapped around you and you glanced up at Gale who was already grinning down at you. 

“Nice work,” he praised. “Now repeat after me and picture harmony…”

He said some magic words slowly so you could follow, which you did and tried to picture what harmony even was. Your mind wandered to Astarion and the calm you’d felt when you shared a hug not long ago. Soft, warm magic suddenly erupted around you and you let out a half sigh, half giggle that you had done it! Gale looked down at you with a smile and you felt a shift in the energy surrounding you when your eyes met. He stepped closer to you and reached to cup your cheek in his hand. 

At that movement you gasped slightly and stepped back, the magic around you falling as you were embraced by the cool breeze of the night once again. 

“Oh, I… I see,” Gale murmured. “I misunderstood, I thought…”

You offered him a sympathetic look and bit your lip. You did feel a little bad but you just didn’t feel that way about him. You turned once again to Astarion but he wasn’t looking at you, he was staring daggers into Gale, his hands and jaw clenched. This was certainly a ‘if looks could kill’ moment and you rubbed Gale’s arm comfortingly before he excused himself into his tent. 

Your stomach twisted uncomfortably as you turned away from his tent to approach Astarion’s but he was already stalking over to you. He wrapped his slender fingers around your arm, pulling you away from Gale’s tent, a scowl on his face. 

“Sleazy, little good for nothing…” Astarion fumed as the pair of you made it back to his tent and stepped inside. “What was that?!” 

You looked up at Astarion’s stern face and shrunk back into yourself slightly. “I- I don’t know he was teaching me how to use magic and then, well you saw what happened.”

“I knew he was up to no good when he came by.”

“Well, anyway,” you said. “I rejected him. So you don’t have to worry.”

Astarion sighed and rubbed your arm, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist. “It’s not you I’m worried about,” he whispered.

“Are you okay?” You asked. 

You nodded. You could understand, he had just bared his feelings for you and someone else had made a move on you only moments later. You each let out a soft sigh and Astarion leaned down and touched his nose against yours, inhaling your scent and rubbing against your skin softly. You leaned up and gave him a soft kiss, his lips pressing harder against yours as his eyes slipped closed.

His grip around your waist tightened and you scrunched your hands into his shirt, a soft moan escaping your throat. You could spend forever pressed against his body like this but he eventually pulled back, and gazed at you with dilated pupils. His expression seemed like he was at odds with himself. He wanted to claim you as his, right then and there on the floor of his tent - to have you as he wanted because you were his heart’s desire. But on the other hand it was still so new to be vulnerable and he didn’t know if this was the right thing to do. If there even was a “right” and “wrong” way of navigating this.

Astarion’s hand slipped from your arm down to your hand and he laced his fingers between yours. “This is just so new to me I don’t know what’s normal… what I’m doing,” he said softly.

You laughed softly and stroked his hand with your thumb. “Just do whatever feels right. You’re your own person and I care so much about you,” you said. “We can take this as slow as you need us to.”

Astarion let out a sigh of relief and pulled you against him in an embrace. He truly believed he would never get enough of feeling your body pressed against his.”Would you like to spend the night with me?”

“Of course,” you breathed, stepping back and sitting on his bedroll. You pulled him down with you and he huffed out a laugh as he landed next to you. You recalled the day you had and you smiled, remembering Astarion’s confession and then your heart dropped as you remembered the moment you shared with Gale and how utterly dejected he was. You hoped it hadn’t impacted your friendship too badly and you certainly hoped he would leave the camp because of it. 

Astarion sensed your change in mood and asked you what was wrong.

“I’m just worried about Gale,” you said. 

Astarion’s tone hardened. “What about him? He’ll be fine.”

You sighed as you hoped Astarion was right. 

“Now, what do I need to do to get him off your mind and get me into it?” Astarion asked as he laid you back and cradled you in his arms. 

“Nothing,” you said with a slight laugh. “Earlier, he asked me to picture harmony and damned if I knew what the hell that meant. But then I started thinking about you and that’s when you saw that burst of magic.”

“Really?” Astarion asked, peering down at you. 

You nodded your head and he pulled you into his chest, his face in your hair. “So don’t worry, you’re already on my mind.”

#red writes #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion

[shadesoflsk]

Hiiii!!!! I have an idea! Imagine like getting married to leon/going through the whole process of wedding shopping etc with him. Also do you think he would cry at a wedding? I love your works sm you're so talented I hope you have a great day/night! 💗

leon kennedy x gn reader

Anon... You don't know how much I enjoy thinking about Leon getting married and all those sappy things. It's like you read my mind. And thank you so much ueueue. I'm glad you like my works. <3

I feel like Leon would act really calm and collected in front of you. Even cracking some jokes about not having anything planned out for the wedding. But Dear God that is far from the truth. 

But first, let’s talk about everything before the whole preparation. Leon would definitely struggle to get the right ring size for you. Acting smooth? Not in his dictionary. At first, he’d try it when both of you are ‘sleeping.’ He once read someone could get the exact size by wrapping a string around his partner’s finger.

He tried.

It was unsuccessful. 

You either shifted in your sleep or he couldn’t get the right angle to wrap the thin string.

Ultimately, he just asked you to try some rings, just for funsies… Of course. 

Now, after the exhausting task of buying the ring and actually asking you to marry him, he'd be delighted to start organizing the wedding.

At first, he'd try to brush it off by saying that both of you should go with the flow, not to stress over the wedding. But his old-ass would discover Pinterest and a new world was presented for him. His favorite late-night activity would be searching for wedding ideas and he takes his job very seriously.

Glasses and all, he’d hold his cell phone so close to his face for you not to notice him. Poor guy doesn’t know that you can see through the reflection of them. Usually, he’d leave all the decorations to you, even when you two decided to move in together since he lacks creativity. But a wedding involves two people, and that day is just as special for him as it is for you.

Eventually, he understands he doesn’t need to feel bashful. All of his life has been surrounded by destruction and violence, he may as well indulge in the domesticity and the tranquility of finally settling down with someone he loves.

Leon is a foodie, so his favorite appointments are the ones in which both of you have to try the dishes you want to serve at your wedding. Growing up, he didn’t get to eat home meals, and even when he first started the Police Academy most of his meals consisted of takeouts or food he’d prepare himself. So the mere task of devouring those plates for the sake of the wedding was a great excuse.

He wouldn’t wear a suit and you wouldn’t force him either. However, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t put some effort into how he looks. Part of the wedding planning included a visit to his most trusted barber! He’d definitely shave to look clean in the pictures, but his hair would remain the same.

Leon talks to you and shares his thoughts about the wedding reception. Flashy and showy types of settings aren’t his thing so he suggests going for a beach wedding. The suggestion soon turns into persuasion. He’d show you videos of people getting married on the beautiful Caribbean beaches, or some perfect attires for the beach.

“Oh, it seems that my phone is spying on me or something.” He glances a subtle look at you to see if you’re listening to him. By the tone of his voice, you already know what he is implying.

“Why is that?” And when you finally look at him, you see how his smiles get wider. Of course he got you.

“Because… YouTube won’t stop showing me beach wedding videos. How crazy it is, right?”

So, Leon’s pleas are heard and you decide to go for it. Although, something you both agree on is the fact that it needs to be private, just friends and family.

And yes, he definitely cries at the wedding. One thing he kept from his religious past is the vows, he promises you a future in which he is going to be next to you no matter what. So, in the middle of his speech, his voice would crack, a tiny bit. Clearing his throat he acts like nothing happened but everyone could notice how emotional he is.

Overall, Leon would be delighted to take this next step with you. The last thing he expected in his life was to find love in this messed-up world. And don’t get me started on how Leon would be as a husband because that man is husband material through and through! I’d write a whole essay just for him.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy drabble #— ࣪ ⊹ 💌 ruby's askbox

[cafecourage]

Little Red Riding Hood where Reader is Little Red but also a werewolf

Love Interest and rest of chain can be assigned however

(Cause I'm always down for a fairytale au)

I did a little twist on this. Idk if this was what you wanted. I had to ask doggo experts for how doggos act around each other. I am leaving this off on a small cliff hanger because I do want to write more of this.

Twilight didn’t trust the new person in the group. Well. It’s more like he didn’t know what to think of her. She came in like a hurricane running after the Shadow like it was her prey. Then when the dust settled and she calmed down the group quickly learned of why. The short of it being that for some reason the Shadow attacked her brother and she took chase. Which then led to her to finally agree to join the chain. Much to the Ranchers chagrin. However, he knows better than to start an unnecessary fight. Twilight could be civil.

Civility could only go so far.

Little Red, as Warrior’s likes to call her, noticed Twilight’s presence and slight unease of her and ran with it. Twilight couldn’t understand just why she was always running circles around him talking about this and that. It confused him to no end when she instantly would stick to him even when he was wolfie. He had to on more then one occasion threaten to bite Little Red’s hands. She never cared or backed away from Wolfie when he showed a bit of aggression. “He is going to bite you.” Wild warned her as he watched Little Red try to play with Wolfie.

She looked up at Wild while holding Wolfie’s face, “what? No the baby is just playing.” That comment only made Twilight growl more.

“Baby? Wolfie isn’t a baby.” Wild was torn between being completely amuse and helping Twilight out as he did know about his slight distrust of Little Red.

“No no no, Champion. This is a wolf pup. He has to be like…” Her attention draws to the wolf as she observes the good boy. “Man… I have to say maybe 10? He is very small even for that age. Wolfie is like an adult dog size but he is definitely a wolf.” She boops the snoot and quickly pulled back as Twilight tries to bite her hand again. This only makes her giggle more.

“I think your wolves might be just bigger than my Hyrules.” Honestly to Wild, Wolfie was the same size as most wolves, but he just shrugs and not questions that further. Twilight couldn’t understand why you were like this, he wonders if it was just an eccentric thing. He has met a lot of weird people in his life and Little Red might be one of them. After being free from your grasp he takes it upon himself to run away for now. Only because you don’t tend to grab his face while being Twilight and thats the most annoying part of being wolfie around you.

It wasn’t until they finally came to her era that he finally understood.

The village Little Red lived in was small, but cozy. It reminded Twilight of his own home. People tended to light up when seeing Little Red. But given the size of the group following them most villagers tended to just say hi and remarks that they needed to talk to her later. “My house is a bit further.” Little red said pointing to a path that ran into the woods. “It’s just me, my brother and Grandma oh and our cat. I’ll make sure to keep her out of your stuff. But we should have room to fit everyone.” She explains as the path slowly clears up to a cottage in the wood with a small garden. There was a small pup running around in the yard playing with said cat. Who was purely annoyed at ready to pap the puppy in the head.

Little Red’s eyes brightened “Link!” She calls out gaining the Pups reaction.

She dashes towards the house as the puppy starts running towards her. They meet halfway and the puppy shifts into a young boy. “You’re back! You’re back!” This Link giggles as he gets lifted in the air by his sister and spun around.

“I am! For now.” Little red nuzzles her brother’s face as she shifts her grips on her brother to put his weight on her hip. “Boy’s this is my brother. Link these are the adventurers I’ve been traveling with.”

She turns to the group with a smile. The chain was utterly confused and silent before Wind speaks up “Did he transform into a wolf?”

#twilight (not lu) speaks #linked universe x reader #luxreader #linkeduniverse x reader #monkey bread #I had to make this Twilight centric

[wandussyfantasy]

I Want You

Summary: Kate Bishop lets everyone know that she wants you.

Request: (From Ao3) I NEED a part 2 of this!! Like Kate cornering y/n at school and begs her to f her cus she can't think of anything else.Ooh and some jealous Kate would be awesome

Pairing: Kate Bishop x g!p Reader

Word count: 2.9k

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

smut, name calling, g!preader, praising, creampie, mentions of alcohol.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

“Oh yeah, that is so good,” Kate fakes the moan as she is being fucked by a guy she knew in high school. He used to be known as the hottest guy in school that every girl wanted. Even Kate wanted him as much as the next girl. But now, as he is thrusting into her in a shitty bathroom of an even shittier bar, she can’t remember what the big deal was. It certainly wasn’t his dick.  

“Yeah, you like that baby? I know you love that dick,” he says as he starts to go faster. 

Kate tries not to laugh or respond with something sarcastic like, “I can't even feel it.” And instead says, “Oh yeah, it's so good.” She was home for the winter break between semesters and she hated every second of it. She was miserable. Not because her mom dropped a bomb on her by introducing her new fiance to Kate for the first time. Not because her best friend wasn’t talking to her. It’s not even the cold weather or the bad sex. It’s because of you. She can’t stop thinking about you. She can’t stop craving you. 

She doesn't understand why she wants you so bad. The two of you barely fucked in the backseat of your car. But then she remembers the size of your cock, it causes her to moan as she imagines the way it stretched her. She remembers the way your cum felt inside of her and how she refrained from flirting the rest of the night so that no one else got a taste of it before she could. Then when she was in her room at the sorority house, she fingered the cum out of her pussy and ate as much of it as she could.

This wasn't her, she wasn't someone that craved cum or even dick for that matter. People craved her, not the other way around. Elijah stops thrusting as he empties himself into the condom and Kate is relieved that he's finally done. “Did you cum?” He asks through rough breaths. 

“Oh yeah, that was amazing,” she says as she readjusts her underwear and her skirt. “This was fun.”

“Uh, can I call you?” Elijah asks awkwardly as he tucks himself back into his jeans. 

“No, I'm good,” she says as she steps out of the bathroom. She makes her way back to the building that she inherited when she turned eighteen. Her apartment sits above an old pizza shop that contributes to her bills with the rent they pay. Once she is settled in her sweatpants on her couch, she checks the requests on her OnlyFans account to see if any of them sound like they could be from you. 

After that night when you threw her secret account in her face as an attempt of an insult, she went through her subscribers to try and find you. But she couldn't. She didn't know if you stopped subscribing after you finally got to fuck her or if you were better at hiding your identity than she was. 

A request catches her eye and she considers going through with it now since she is still hot and bothered. She looks around her apartment and decides that since she needed a shower anyway, that she might as well. All they wanted was a private live stream of her showering with a dildo inside of her. They offered a decent amount of money to see it happen. She messaged the person to see if they were available. 

Luckily, you had just laid down in bed and were getting ready to browse her page when you received the message. You only have yourself to blame for not getting her phone number before the two of you left school for the break. But you still didn't want to admit that you subscribed to her page so instead you opted to remain anonymous when sending the request. 

You lick your lips as you reply back and you unbutton the crotch area of your sleep pants to free your limp dick to prepare yourself. Once she sends the link to the stream you squeeze some lube on your hand and get ready for the show. You wanted to pretend that you got the chance to fuck her in her shower so you asked that she fuck herself in there. 

You open the stream and it's her standing in her shower. The water is running down her body and you lick your lips again. You didn't get to appreciate her body that night the two of you fucked and you wish you could now. You imagine yourself kneeling before her. Kissing her smooth skin on her belly. Licking away all of the water droplets as you stroke yourself. Your dick starts to come alive, hardening in your hand as you watch her wash herself. It looks like she's taking a normal shower. Which she might be. Making the experience feel somewhat invasive but because you paid for it, you know that there isn’t anything wrong so you continue to watch. 

Then she steps out of the shower for a moment and you get a full view of the breasts you wish were in your mouth right now. She leaves the frame and returns with a dildo with a suction end. She sticks it to the wall and you almost laugh at the size, it’s not even close to the cock in your hand. You begin to wonder if you’re the biggest she’s ever had. As she begins to ride the wall you pick up the pace of your stroking. A message pops up on your screen stating that for an extra charge you can request more from her. You type in that you want her to moan the name of the person she is thinking about. 

The message gets read out from a robotic voice, probably a setting on her device. “I’m only thinking about you baby,” she replies as she continues to push herself back and forth on her dildo. She wasn’t technically lying, neither of you knew that she was telling the truth. She thought she was lying to a stranger as she thought about you and you thought she was lying when she said it was you. So you continue to push, luckily with no extra cost. When she’s finally close enough to her climax she finally moans out, “Y/n!!” This causes you to cum in your hand. Then you panic as you think that you’ve been caught. But she pops off of the wall and shuts the water off. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to say that.” 

You tell her that it’s okay and let her know that you finished. You give her an extra tip and she shuts down the live stream. You clean your mess and fall asleep. 

You don't spend anymore money on Kate the rest of the break in fear of getting caught or telling her in the heat of the moment. But you spend every night jerking off to her account. Hoping that when you return to school that you'll get at least a second chance to fuck her. If not, you're not sure how you'll learn to move on from her. 

At some point in the break you buy yourself a pocket pussy because your hand just wasn't enough when it came to fantasizing about Kate. Meanwhile Kate is masturbating to your Instagram account. She watches your exercise videos and zooms in on your progress photos, hoping to see the outline of your cock through your sweatpants. Oh what she would give to fuck you again. You have ruined her for anyone else. 

Finally, the spring semester starts and has the both of you distracted with the piles of assignments that they start everyone off with. Neither of you is thinking about the other nor are you having any sex for that matter. But the universe is on your side when you spot her during a lecture in a class with a long list of group projects on the syllabus. The perfect excuse to spend time together. 

Unfortunately, there isn't a lot of free time as you focus on your studies. It's what has always kept you single. It's not until the second month of the semester that you're able to breathe again. By that point you're not even sure that Kate would be interested in you so you start to move on. Especially since the two of you worked twice together in group projects and she seemed interested in everyone else but you.

Cassie Lang, a girl in your Quantum Physics class, catches your attention. Or more accurately, you catch her attention. The two of you become flirty with each other pretty openly. When you start to attend parties on the weekends again, the two of you somehow find each other and spend the time talking and laughing with each other. It doesn't go beyond that. Part of you thinks she only wants to be friends or that maybe she's wanting to experiment a little. But you don't mind the company or the attention. 

Kate can't focus when she notices you with that air headed blonde bitch. Especially when the two of you sit next to each other in class a few rows in front of Kate. She hates seeing you flirt with another girl. She thought that you would come to her once classes started up again. She thought you would make an excuse to talk to her after class. Try to get her alone for a "study session." She thought that she could make you jealous again. But no. Instead you're flaunting your attention to another girl in front of her. Well, she wasn't going to stand for it much longer. 

She convinces your brother, Peter, and his fraternity to host a big party after the big basketball game later that week. A win or lose celebration. Either way, there had to be a party. Peter and his fraternity brothers are all for it. Then she makes certain that you attend by having someone invite Cassie. She wanted to make sure this girl knew that you belonged to Kate. She wanted everyone to know that you are Kate's now. 

Saturday comes around with a big victory for the school's basketball team. Which means that the party is going wild. The music is loud, everyone is drinking copious amounts of alcohol. You attended the game with Cassie and brought her along to the party. It was sort of an official and an unofficial date for the two of you. Neither of you let the other know what it was and neither of you put any kind of pressure on the situation. Just simply enjoying the company. 

That is until two beers and several shots in you start to get horny as the two of you dance with others in the living room. The sensual music playing as Cassie grinds into your body has you wanting more from her and she seems to be willing to give it. But when you gaze into her blue eyes you are reminded that they don't compare to Kate's deep blue eyes. “What’s the matter?” Cassie asks as her face is close to yours, she is still moving to the song but you are standing still.

“Nothing I just uh, I just,” you aren't able to finish your thought as Kate comes between the two of you. She holds onto your shoulder as she dances against you. “Kate? What are you doing?” 

“Dancing, come on, it's a party!” she says as continues to dance against you. 

Cassie tries to pull her off of you, “Excuse you! We were dancing!”

“And now we are,” Kate only spins to face her so that she can twerk her ass against your crotch. Your dick twitches as your body remembers how her ass was bouncing on your legs as she rode your cock with her tight walls. 

Cassie's face gets red as she grabs Kate by her hair. Your eyes widen as the two girls start to fight over… well, you. 

You had no idea that Kate still wanted you. But there's no denying it now as she tosses Cassie into the crowd. Peter and Harry find you to try and convince you of something when they get distracted by the fight. 

Peter takes a hit from his vape before he shouts, “Cat fight!” 

You shake your head as he draws attention to the whole debacle. You take the cup from Harry's hand and down the entire beverage before you step into the fight to try and break it up. 

“Cut it out! I'm really not worth it!” you shout as you pull Kate off of Cassie. 

“You have to choose!” Kate shouts in your arms. 

“Last I checked, you're not even an option bitch!” Cassie shouts back. The crowd's reaction is pro-Cassie and you feel awkward being caught in the middle of this. 

You set Kate down on her feet and look between her and Cassie, then to the rest of the room and shake your head as you walk out of the party. People throw their empty cups at you on your way out for not picking one of the girls. Once you're outside you take a moment to breathe. Cassie comes out of the house a few minutes later. “What the fuck was that?” 

You look down at your feet. “I don't know Cassie, what was that?” 

“She was getting in the way I just-”

“It didn't need to get that physical!” You cut her off as you spin to face her. “It didn't need to be a big spectacle but you made it that way!” You close your eyes to stop yelling. “You aren't who I thought you were. I can't continue whatever this is.” You state before you walk away. Walking all the way back to your dorm building. 

On Monday afternoon, when you're moving from one class to the next a hand reaches out for you and pulls you into an empty lecture hall. “It's just me,” Kate says as she pushes you up against a wall. “I’m sorry about Saturday. I only wanted to kiss you in front of everyone. I didn't want all of that to happen.” She explains with soft hopeful eyes. “I was going crazy from wanting you so bad. I haven't been able to fuck anyone else because I want you so bad.”

You frown as you see a bandage on her nose and on her cheek with a cut on her bottom lip. You gently caress her cheek. “You haven't talked to me in months. When I tried to catch your attention you ignored me,” you state as you pull your hand away. 

“I was trying to get you to be the person you were that night,” she says truthfully. “I didn't know how else to get your attention.” 

“You've always had my attention,” you tell her before you finally kiss her. Kate leans into the kiss hungrily. “Tonight,” you say as you try to pull away thinking about how you're going to be late for class. Kate bites your bottom lip and it turns you on even more. You can't go to class with a raging erection. “Fuck it,” you say as you grab her and flip the position so that she is pressed against the wall. You drop your backpack to the ground and quickly unzip your pants. You pull your cock out through the opening and Kate gasps as she is finally able to see the size in the light. She doesn't even have to touch herself to know that she is dripping wet. 

You slip your hand up her skirt to move her panties to the side but instead you instantly come in contact with her warm pussy lips. “I needed to be prepared for this,” she says with innocent eyes when you looked up at her with a shocked expression. You shake your head at your predictability then kiss her. 

“I apologize for how quick this is going to be, I really can't miss this class,” you say as you enter her without warning. “Oh fuck!” you say in celebration of finally being able to be inside of her after months and months of pining for her. You grip her thighs as you step closer to her, getting your dick further into her pussy. “Fuck you for making me wait so long,” you say as you start to thrust into her. 

Kate groans as you fuck her against the wall. “Fuck you for dating someone else instead of asking me out!” She says back as she holds onto your neck. You slam into her a little harder after that and she is experiencing the first real orgasm in months just moments after having you inside of her. “Oh goodness! I've been waiting for this for so long!” she says as you continue to pound into her pussy. Part of you wants to savor this moment and the rest of you wants to release right here right now. “It’s okay, cum in me baby. Give yourself something to look forward to after class. Mmm the thought of you eating me out has me- OOOHH” Her walls close around you as she has another orgasm, drawing yours out of you. 

“Fuck!” you groan as you shoot all of your cum inside of her. When you pull out of her, your dick is a mess from her fluids and yours and Kate can't help herself when she kneels down and cleans you off with her tongue. “Thank you,” you say breathlessly. You tuck your cock back into your pants. “I will see you after class at my place?” Kate shakes her head. “Your place?” She nods and you agree as you grab your bag from the floor and leave with one last kiss.

#kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop smut #kate bishop

[pastelspoon31]

Chapter 5.5: What a nice neighbour! (Older!König x Younger!Reader)

tw: age gap (early 20s reader, AT LEAST mid-40s König), manipulation, a little bit of pseudo-incest

Chapter 5 | Chapter 5.5 | > Masterlist

A/N: This one is kinda fluffy if you’re blind or have chronic daddy issues :D Also, what do you call a filler episode for a fanfic, again? Well, whatever it is, this is something like that hehehe (PS: No sexy time here, babes. Sorry :/)

"How about this one," You showed König the guy on the screen of your phone.

Jared, 24, a junior associate at a law firm.

"He looks like he's made of his father’s money. Must be a shitty brat," König commented as he pulled you closer on his lap as he looked over your shoulder.

"Would probably just use you as an accessory," The older man kissed along your jaw, "Swipe left." He ordered.

"We've been at this for an hour and you haven't approved of a single person yet." You swiped left.

"I'm a picky guy, liebling." His hands wandered over your body, caressing your curves as his lips skimmed the skin of your neck.

"You're gonna have to approve of someone sooner or later." Your head fell back to his shoulder.

"It's best not to rush your options like this. You know I only want the best for you~" He kissed a sensitive spot on your neck, causing you to shudder. "Let's try again, yes?"

You sighed and swiped to the next person in the application.

"No," König's disapproval was immediate.

"You haven't even looked at his description yet!-"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

"I- Fine."

You swiped left.

König hummed in approval. "Good girl~"

"Yeah, yeah." You huffed in annoyance and sat up a bit from his chest.

"What? You don't want to be my good girl anymore, mein liebchen?" He feigned hurt, but his eyes told a different story.

"No! Not like that-" You leaned back again. "It's just.. I.."

"Come on, use your words. Tell König what's wrong." The soft encouraging smile he gave you was so convincing.

"You always make these mean comments about how the people on here don't deserve me and.. Frankly? I'm tired of skimming through all these men.." You complained with a soft pout.

"I just wanna be held and kissed and.. and touched.." Your cheeks grew hot and you felt the embarrassment settle in.

"Hmm," He took the phone out of your hand and set it down, "I'm sorry, liebling. I didn't know you felt that way." He wrapped his arms around your torso, bringing you closer to him.

"I know you want to go out and explore the world and all that.. But.." He placed a soft kiss on your temple. "We don't want another 'Billy' situation now, do we?"

You tensed up and looked down. "No.."

"So you understand why I have to keep you away from those men."

"I do.."

"Good," His hands started to wander again, below your shirt to knead at the skin softly. "Come i'll cuddle you, maybe you'll feel better then, ja?"

"That would be nice.." You smiled, already leaning in closer to him.

"I think you could also use a little distraction. Wouldn't you agree?" His tone was teasing and lighthearted.

"Mhm.." You turned in his lap and placed your hands on his chest. "You should join me too next time.. On Tinder, I mean. I'm sure there's plenty women looking for a man like you."

"And why would I want another woman when I have you?"

You were taken aback by his words. It was the first time he was being so honest and genuine with you, and it was enough to send your heart fluttering.

"Yea, but I'm only here to keep you accompanied as.. as your 'daughter-figure' or something like that. I can't possibly fulfill all your needs.." You muttered shyly.

Oh, if only you knew the things he's been doing to you~

"I'm quite content with just having you around, mein liebchen."

"Well.. What if you want another wife?" You questioned, curious to see what his answer was.

"I doubt so. I'm not currently planning on meeting new women just to replace my late wife," He paused, thinking of his words.

"Besides, i'm lucky enough to have my sweet liebchen to stick around and entertain me~"

"..I guess I could stay, for a while." You said, trying not to seem so eager.

"Good girl," He praised.

You hummed happily and leaned forward to kiss his cheek affectionately. "Can I have my phone back?"

"You don't need it right now,"

"Why not?" You asked with furrowed brows.

"Because you're spending time with me,"

You couldn't help the small smile that formed on your lips.

"You're a needy old man."

"But you love me, don't you?"

You chuckled softly.

"Of course," You snuggled into him.

König's heart fluttered at your words. He knew you didn't mean it that way but you'll change its meaning soon enough.

He'll make sure of it~!

#call of duty #konig mw2 #konig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig smut #neighbour könig #cod mw2 #konig

[mymainwastoocluttered]

What if we fake married for real? (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾) ~★ (Idia)

Eliza is gone, but not without making life harder for Idia.

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

A continuation of Homewrecker, husband-stealer villainess!

I had this sudden idea and couldn't do anything until I wrote it, so here we go

— (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾) ~★

After the honestly prize worthy drama that took place in NRC, things are finally settling. When (Y/N) was ready to beat the living—the, uh, dead daylights out of Eliza for "stealing her man", Eliza's guard stepped in, determined to protect her.

When the Prefect pressed him for answers as to why he's protecting the homewrecker, he admitted to loving his princess and wanting nothing more than to see her happy. Somehow, that touched Eliza so deeply, she... Decided that Puffy was her true prince.

Everyone is still trying to understand what just happened, but hey! Eliza is finally married and Idia is not dead and they're all unfrozen!

"I'm so sorry for almost taking your groom from you!" Eliza apologizes again, holding the Prefect's hands like they're old friends, and (Y/N) lets her like she didn't just try to kill one of her friends.

"I forgive you, Lizzy. I can't hate someone who also sees just how great my Idia is, now can I?" She winks at the ghost princess, as if Idia is not literally standing a meter from her, trying not to faint.

"You're too sweet... Oh, your wedding! It was today, wasn't it?"

"It's ok, it's ok. I did want a spring wedding, anyways."

"Oh, then I'll come visit during spring! And maybe I'll see the children? I can't wait to meet Little Meg and the new baby!"

"... Of course!"

The sound that left some of the people present in their efforts to not reveal the ruse will forever haunt the halls of NRC. And it still doesn't reach the levels of... Whatever it is they're feeling that shows on Idia's face alone.

"Then, it's decided! We'll see each other next year!"

And Eliza leaves with her husband and her entourage, just like that. Silence befalls the room, eyes meet in surprise, smiles widen on the faces of the bastards, Idia looks more aghast than anyone has ever seen him.

Then...

"Hey, Idia, wanna marry and have children?"

"Hrk!"

"Big Brother!"

The Prefect laugh as Idia finally loses it, falling like a log onto the nearest chair while Ortho fans him with his hand fan—literally, his hand turned into a fan. That's enough to break the dam, and then everyone is saying everything at the same time and no one is understanding nothing at any point.

"Absolutely not!" Crowley booms, and where the fuck has this guy been? "You are far too young!"

"Idia is eighteen and so am I, we can marry and adopt a child. As for the baby... We can make one in time if we start today~"

"You're eighteen?!"

"You don't even know my age, you deadbeat?!" Rook is there in a breath, holding (Y/N) to his chest so she can't kill the Headmaster. "And you ask why I call Crewel dad instead of you?!"

"Calm down, mon amour!" The blonde is smiling far too big for someone well meaning. "Besides, if Roi de Ta Chambre isn't up to it, I'll gladly follow our novella and step up."

As if that makes the entire situation any less weird.

"Haaaaah?"

Wait, no, scratch that. This makes the entire situation way weirder.

In an out of character plot twist, Idia rises from the chair, hair burning a voracious red. He's using all of his height—and, fuck, they forgot how tall he actually is!—to glare at Rook.

"A–are you implying I'm not h–h–husband material?!"

Being dumped by Eliza did some unexpected damage, it seems.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #rook hunt #twst ghost marriage #twst ghost bride

[layla4567]

Awful things to you...

Pairing: TVA!Loki x Variant!fem!reader

Summary: You are a variant and the TVA pursues you tirelessly until they find you. Loki will be in charge of interrogating you and you are not sure if that is a reward or a punishment.

Warnings: Based on episode 2 of the second season, smut, slightly dom loki, good cop and bad cop dynamic (loki is bad cop obviously), reader being a lil brat, slightly choking(?, hair pulling, fingering with clothes, sex with clothes/hook up idk.

WC: 3.4k

You were sitting in the middle of the room in an uncomfortable, small seat that didn't even have a backrest. You looked at the ceiling bored while the warm, yellowish lights hit you squarely in the face. It seemed like you were in some kind of madhouse with a completely empty, windowless orange room with a solid oval iron door in front of you. Your clothing wasn't comfortable either, the baggy jumpsuit of a horrible beige color made you look like a prisoner (although technically you were) and that uncomfortable and annoying necklace they had put on you was starting to make you itch. You placed a finger between the skin of your neck and the material of the collar, trying in vain to push it away a little but it kept squeezing. You were just grumbling when two people entered the room. One was a man with gray hair and a mustache with an affable and good-natured appearance, his partner who was taller, had somewhat longer and black hair combed back. They both wore brown uniforms with matching ties.

"Well, well, well. Finally someone comes to visit me, I was getting bored"-you said cheekily

The gray-haired man came a little closer with an easy and graceful step towards you without stopping smiling.

"Well, sorry, we were a little busy."-He answered, laughing at his own joke.

You simply stared at him and grunted something, narrowing your eyes and nodding indifferently, the other tall man came closer to be next to his friends. An awkward silence settled between the three of you so the first man decided to break that silence.

"Oh but where are my manners? We haven't even introduced ourselves, I'm Agent Mobius and he's my partner Loki."-He said pointing to himself and then to his friend.

"And I suppose you already know my name"- you said with irritating irony.

"Yes, and that's why we're here."-said the one called Loki

"Oh so you know how to talk after all"-you pretended to be surprised

Loki sighed and was tempted to roll his eyes but he simply restrained himself, as Mobius knew that his companion was someone somewhat irascible, he continued speaking for him.

"Well there's no reason to be so rude, look we brought you here because you committed something on your sacred line that created a ramification"

You interrupted him, closing your eyes and waving a hand in front of him, fed up with his rant.

"I'm sorry but I'm not understanding you shit"

"In short, you did something you shouldn't have and we brought you here to keep you from causing more problems."

You turned laughing sarcastically to see Loki as you frowned.

"So now I'm locked up and watched by two kinds of babysitters?"

"I wouldn't say it like that-"

"This is stupid"- you exalted -"I want to leave, let me get out of here"-you demanded

You stood determined to push them out of your way and get out the door when Loki, who was considerably taller than you, stood in front of you, blocking the door and placing his hands on your shoulders, stopping you.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

You sighed in annoyance, you weren't afraid of him or Mobius but you weren't stupid, they were two against one and you weren't sure if you would be able to take down Loki.

"Ugh fine, what do you want from me then?"

"We want to know what you did or rather why you did it"-Mobius said placing his hands behind his back.

"I thought you knew that, since you know me so well."-You rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips.

"We'd rather it come out of your mouth, ok?"

Loki narrowed his eyes and you looked at him out of the corner of your eye and up and down, contemplating whether to say what you know or not. After a few seconds of silence you clicked your tongue.

"Alright, how about I tell you a story, shall I? Once upon a time there was a pretty, intelligent girl who got tired of living in misery and, let's say, one day she innocently stole a diamond ring so she could sell it. Until two couple of weirdos came and captured her. The end"

"Did you like the story?"-You smiled sarcastically as you blinked your eyelashes innocently, making a kind of pout.

"I think you're a great storyteller."

Mobius always tried to make a joke with that smile on the verge of being a laugh, but you looked at him with the seriousness of a wax statue, somewhat uncomfortable, he stopped smiling and fell silent.

Loki took the lead

"The point is that now we need to know what you did with that ring, obviously you hid it because you didn't have it with you"

"Good deduction Sherlock, you surprise me."

Your poisonous sarcasm never left your throat and was beginning to make Loki impatient, who closed his eyes and took a deep breath. You were just having fun watching him lose his temper. Mobius, as a good-hearted man, tried to see things from all possible perspectives.

"Look y/n, I understand, okay? You must be feeling frustrated and confused, two agents take you from where you were and take you to a strange place and you don't understand what's happening! I really understand, but right now we have more urgent matters and we really need you to tell us where you hid it"

You looked at him, narrowing your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. Unfortunately, appealing to empathy is not going to make you give in. Your lips will be sealed

"I'm sorry…I think I forgot. Also, if you have more urgent matters then I would recommend that you take care of them first."

You smiled mischievously as Mobius lowered his head and sighed in defeat, Loki looked at him.

"Ok I give up, Loki it's your turn I'll go eat a pie"

Loki nodded and smiled. Now that he had his partner's approval, Loki felt freer to question you. Before Mobius left through the door, he approached Loki and whispered.

"Be gently"

After patting him on the back, he trotted off and walked out the door, looking happier. Now Loki was staring at you with hypnotizing green eyes, he had raised his chin a little and looked menacing.

"Good, how about we start on the right foot? I'm just warning you that I won't be as patient as my partner."

His guttural voice echoed in the room and its bounce off the walls reached your ears from different places, it seemed as if there was more than one Loki speaking to you, you shivered a little, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"I already told you that I don't remember where I left the ring."

"Oh that's a pity"

To your surprise, Loki was smiling and looking down at you with his hands clasped in front of him. There was something elegant yet intimidating about him. The way he moved or the way he spoke, he did it with Shakespearean grace. Slowly he began to approach you

"You know? Maybe you don't know who I am but I am known for being the god of mischief and for having done terrible, horrible things to many people."

With each thing he said, he took a step and got closer, until he was so close to you that you had to lean back slightly until you almost fell out of your chair and looked at him completely from below with your neck tense, his haughty and threatening presence looming upon you like the shadow of the grim reaper. His head covered the light coming from the ceiling spotlight, making an interesting contrast. Now seeing him against the light, the shadows sharpened Loki's face, framing his perfect nose and jaw, the light seemed to want to stay away from him as if he were someone who belonged to the darkness. You swallowed, intimidated.

"And believe me, I will have no mercy or fear in doing all those terrible and awful things…to you"

His voice was almost a whisper, so low and sounding grave and hoarse, it made you feel things, things that were better not to say. You didn't know why, but those threats didn't provoke fear in you, but rather the opposite. It was hot. Trying to sound casual you said

"Uhh scary man.."

Your voice was almost inaudible almost like a whisper but you managed to try to smile cheekily as some kind of flirt. Loki didn't seem fazed, instead he laughed airily, widening his Cheshire cat smile. And he began to walk around you like a vulture, making his shadow grow that enveloped you like a heavenly or demonic mantle.

"You have guts, I like that. You would have been a great ally in my troops"

Now Loki's voice was close to your ear in the back, whispering to you as he didn't stop spinning.

"But be careful what you say, a slip of the tongue and it could cost you dearly"

With everything he said, added to the fact that his breath tickled your ear from behind, he made you clench your legs and make your body rigid while you held your hands to the seat.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me the cat got your tongue."

Now his laugh was tickling the right side of your cheek as you could feel his green eyes nearby penetrating your face looking into your eyes and mouth.

"Come on, let me hear your sweet voice one more time, I want to know what you have to say."-Loki said, narrowing his eyes for a second and smiling mockingly, but his words sounded like a demand.

"I…I uhm.."

"Oh so the cat did get your tongue anyway"

You cursed inside, biting your lips and frowning, you were behaving stupidly, you couldn't even say a word. Suddenly Loki grabbed your hair, intertwining his fingers and pulling it back slightly, surprised you let out a moan as you placed a hand on his trying to remove it from your hair.

"We can do this all day darling, but at some point you're going to have to start talking, don't you think?"

Loki was still behind you to have easier access to your hair, and he never let go of it. His face was close to your right side and his lips brushed the skin of your ear as he spoke. Without warning his lips collided with the top of your jaw. He wasn't leaving kisses or anything like that but the simple touch of his soft lips running over and caressing your face made you melt.

"You're not going to say anything yet, huh? Bad for you."-He said with his open mouth resting on your cheek.

Loki pulled your hair a little more and placed wet kisses on your jaw, tracing the curve of it. Loki sighed and grunted, panting lightly as if this turned him on too. You bit your lips hard, suppressing your moans.

"You have beautiful, silky skin, but this ugly necklace bothers me greatly."

Loki took something out of his pocket and pressed a button that deactivated the collar and it fell to the ground with a thud. Satisfied now Loki began to kiss and suck on your neck moving your head to the side to have more access. Loki seemed like a thirsty vampire and you his poor victim. You began to thrash as you spread your legs, placing one hand between them to grab the edge of the small seat and unconsciously grinding your hips.

"L-loki..stop..please"-moaning brokenly

"Oh now do you want me to stop? And what is that movement in your hips?"-he mocked shamelessly

You closed your eyes in shame, feeling your cheeks heat up as you tried to stop your hips and dug your nails into the seat.

"That's simple, if you want me to stop then tell me what you know"

Loki growled in your ear as his tongue probed the skin of your neck near your jaw, licking you like ice cream. At this point you could no longer control your moans and you writhed, eager to touch him, to place your hands on his hair as he did with yours.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?"

"NOoo.."

You whimpered as a plea, opening your mouth. Loki assumed you would say that so he let your hair go and stood in front of you. He easily lifted you from the seat, when you stood up your thighs were trembling and you were panting. Loki sat on the small round seat and spread his legs, patting his lap inviting you to sit on it. You blushed and couldn't move a muscle so he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to wrap your legs around his waist, sitting facing you with your eyes fixed on his. Loki placed his large hand on your cheeks, squeezing them a little until he made you pout.

"You are being very unfair to me"

Loki's hand went down to your throat and he brought his mouth close to your ear.

"Will you still not tell me where you hid it?"

Loki looked at you and tightened his fingers a little around the grip on your neck, you shook your head.

"Good"-he smiled

Loki's hand left your neck and moved down your torso slowly and painfully, he seemed to take his time on purpose. With his delicate fingers he traced waves and spirals near your chest, from time to time his palm traveled to the side of your torso near the ribs and cupping your breasts, he even allowed himself to feel your erect nipples with his thumb and squeeze them mischievously as if they were buttons

"Loki!"-you gasped shakily.

"Do you like that, pet?"

You nodded without remorse, your eyes dilating in desire as a shiver ran down your spine. Loki continued to touch you elegantly, his two hands traveled to your waist and didn't stop there. They continued down to your lower belly and your mons, that's when you let out an involuntary moan as you retracted your hips.

Loki, delighting in the noises you made, narrowed his eyes, smiling sideways and tilting his head.

"What do you think now? Will you tell me where it is?"

You shook your head again, biting your lower lip trying to suppress your smile, you felt like a naughty girl about to be punished, it amused you. And Loki seemed to be amused too.

"Ok, don't say I didn't warn you."

Loki placed one hand on your lower back, slightly pulling you towards his body while his other hand was placed on your vagina, that touch made you gasp but more so when his middle and index fingers were placed at your entrance trying to push the fabric of your beige uniform. You couldn't help but squeal like a mouse.

"Oh.. delicious"

Loki rubbed your entrance with his fingers trying to uselessly put them somewhere, even so, his fingers felt your flesh and that gesture began to make you wet. Luckily the fabric of the clothing was light and did not loosen in that area so his fingers could touch your hungry and throbbing pussy without problems.

Again you pathetically began to move your hips hoping to feel more friction while your face buried in the crook of his neck drowning out your babbling and moaning. Loki's calmness was overwhelmingly annoying. You were desperate that he had control, rubbing your back with a strange tenderness contrasted with what his other hand was doing to your core, while he repeated to you to take a deep breath as if you were about to be vaccinated. How could he be so sweet and delicate and a horny pervert at the same time?

"You're doing well, but I'd like to know where the ring is, please."-he said mocking your desperate desires

You still had your face buried in the crook of his neck, muttering and gasping incomprehensible words.

"I'm sorry darling, I didn't hear you correctly, what did you say?"-Loki said as you pressed harder and deeper into your entrance.

"I don't know!"

You moaned sharply, quickly removing your face from his shoulder while you breathed with your mouth open, trying not to succumb to your carnal impulses but you couldn't grip his shoulders tightly as if your hands were pliers.

"What a naughty girl you are. Do you really like being punished? You'll be glad to know I'm not done yet."

Loki grabbed and dug his fingers into your mules, pulling you even closer to him and forcing you to bring your pelvis together and crash against his. You were wondering what he was going to do when suddenly he raised his hips and his bulge collided with your entrance. This drew another louder moan from you. Loki stood there watching your reaction in amusement.

"What a delight to hear you like that, pet"

Another bounce of his hip and you had to close your eyes and bite your lip to keep from letting out the growl that remained locked in your throat. You were practically sitting on his cock and you felt your core throbbing harder and harder until it started to hurt acutely, this was torture, but a pleasurable one. Loki moved his pelvis upward again, holding your hips and threw your head back, releasing a pitiful moan.

"I'll ask you one more time, don't exhaust my patience. WHERE.IS.IT?"

To emphasize his words, he collided his pelvis with yours again, this time more abruptly as he wrinkled his face. You dug your nails into his back and gritted your teeth, you could feel the tears gathering in your eyes.

"I.DON'T.KNOW"

Loki, on the other hand, seemed happy with that answer.

"Whatever you want"

Now without mercy, Loki ground his hips up and down, colliding with your entrance while your hands clung to the back of his neck and you pressed your chest against his. Your face was on his shoulder looking towards the door fearing that someone would come and find you in this embarrassing situation, you had no idea how much time had passed. Loki found his own rhythm going fast and without tiring, you accompanied him bouncing up and down accompanying his hips when he went up, they seemed like a harmonious wave. But they were far from harmony, you two were panting and you were a mess since he started touching you with his manly hands. your palms were sweating and your uniform was starting to stick to your body. When you thought that nothing could be worse, Loki began to kiss your neck again, this time leaving small bites, you closed your eyes tightly and gritted your teeth, feeling like you were losing your mind. Your hand finally gripped his hair tightly and you took revenge, being able to pull him back to which he grunted. This little Eden that had settled between the two of you and the room didn't seem like enough to you. It was just a false sense of pleasure, you really needed him inside you no matter how hard his cock was or how deep you sat on it, you couldn't take this anymore unless he really fucked you properly.

"Loki… I-I give up, I'll tell you... where it is…"-you said between moans and gasps.

"But we were having fun"

He laughed shamelessly as he stopped and let you get off his lap, when you did you could barely stand. You were breathing hard and your knees were bending about to hit the floor and you were all sweaty. Loki seemed a little better than you but you still noticed that the hair on his forehead was damp. Between broken words you kept your promise and gave him the information he wanted.

"See? It was not that difficult"-He said smiling as if nothing had happened while he caressed your cheek with a finger.

At that moment Mobius entered, smiling as always and with a can in one hand. Seeing them in such a pitiful state, his corners loosened a little and confusion appeared on his face.

"What did I miss?"

"Oh nothing, the interrogation was just fruitful"-Loki said while winking at you knowingly.

Mobius and Loki said goodbye to you while you continued standing trying to catch your breath and process what had happened. When the two of them closed the door behind you you could hear Mobius' somewhat muffled voice asking Loki: "Hey, why are you so sweaty? It looks like you ran a marathon."

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #one shot #imagine #female reader #loki laufeyson #loki smut #smut #fem reader #loki series #loki season 2 #loki s2 #mobius m mobius #loki god of mischief #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #tva loki #loki variant

[yeollie-plz]

Mine

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Genre: angst with a touch of fluff

Synopsis: You and Joel aren't a thing, so why is he getting jealous?

Warnings: jealousy, anger, kissing, cursing, Y/N insert, age gap if you wanted but no mention

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Jackson was such a nice place, with some really nice people. Somewhere you could almost forget about everything that was going on in the outside world and focus on being you. Being free.

The icing on the cake was that you were experiencing it with the people that meant the most to you. Ellie, a girl you had come to love as if she was your own. And Joel, a sort of brutish man who deep down just wanted to feel needed. They were your family.

As soon as you settled in Jackson, Maria had given you all some jobs so you could earn your share. You took the job willingly, it beat whatever it was you were doing in the QZ before.

Maria had assigned you to the kitchen after you told her you used to enjoy baking. It made you happy someone had listened to your interests. It also made you feel needed in this tight knit community.

On your first day you met the rest of the staff, including the chef, Luke, who you had seemed to hit it off with. He agreed to show you some secrets around town later on that evening and you were excited to learn all the ins and outs.

After a successful day at work, Luke had found you when you had just finished sweeping the floor.

"Hey, ready for that tour?" Luke said as he leaned against the door frame.

"Yep! Just let me put the broom away."

"Oh, I got it." He replied taking the broom from your hands.

It had been so long since you had seen someone that just wanted to help out another person. It was refreshing. You smiled to yourself and untied your apron, sliding it over your head. You hung it on your newly designated hook and went to find Luke.

You turned the corner running straight into him. You began to fall but he caught you by your waist. It was a bit of an awkward position, almost like he was dipping you while slow dancing.

He looked into your eyes and you swore you saw him look at your lips.

You were about to say something when someone cleared their throat from across the room. You glanced over to see Joel standing there with his arms crossed.

"Now, if you're done putting your hands on my woman, I'd like to take her home." Joel said, sounding disgruntled.

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. His woman? Since when were you his?

Without realizing it you were returned to your own two feet. Luke retreated away from you with his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry man, didn't realize she was spoken for. Although that was purely friendly."

"Uh huh, I'm sure it was. Let's go sweetheart." Joel looked at your before stalking off. You didn't know what else to do but follow after him.

You tried to keep up with him but he was walking so fast.

"Joel! Wait up! I can't-" He stopped suddenly, turning to look at you. He looked angry, really angry.

"What the hell were you doing?" He said, venom dripping from his words.

"Luke he said he was going to show me around town, he was being nice!"

"Luke..." He said his name like it was a curse.

He scoffed before speaking again, "Nice my ass! He was trying to get in your pants."

"And so what if he was?" You really didn't understand what his problem was. Joel and you were never anything romantic. Although you wanted you two to be. You had started to give up on that fantasy because you never thought Joel would feel the same.

"He can't have what's mine." He stepped closer to you so that his face was inches from yours.

"Since when was I yours?" You were starting to lose your confidence in the argument. He was too close to you, you couldn't think.

"Since you decided to come along with Ellie and I. Since you made me fall in love with you just being so...so..." He lost his words and glanced at your lips.

"You love me?" You questioned.

"Yes, I love you. Goddamnit Y/N you're perfect. You're beautiful and strong and you are so good with Ellie. I just-"

"Fuck Joel, I love you too. What the hell took you so long to tell me?"

"Don't know, guess I was scared darlin'."

"Joel Miller scared? Now that's something I thought I'd never see."

He laughed. He placed his hands on your arms, rubbing the fabric over them.

"You make me so scared. I'm scared I'm gonna lose you or that I'm going to let you down. Hell! When I saw you with him I thought I was done for!" Another laugh.

"Do you wanna kiss me?" You questioned, reaching your hands behind his neck.

"More than anything."

He leaned down and met your lips. The kiss was slow. You could feel so much emotion behind it. One of his hands made its way to the back of your head, bringing you in closer.

"Fucking finally!" You two pulled away at the intrusion. Ellie was standing there with an exasperated look on her face.

"You two have been pining over each other for months! It's been driving us all insane!"

"Us?" You questioned.

"Tommy, Maria, and I. We all took bets on how long it would take you two to finally admit your feelings. Shit! I gotta go get my winnings!" And with that she ran off towards the houses.

"ELLIE WILLIAMS YOU DID NOT BET ON MY LOVE LIFE!" Joel yelled after her starting to move to go after her.

You grabbed his hand. He looked at you questioningly.

"Let her go. She's a kid, if you want to yell at anyone, I'd yell at Tommy. He's an adult, he knows better."

"You're right I'm going to go kill my brother." He pecked your lips and walked off in the direction Ellie just ran in.

You shook your head. God, did you love your family.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Love You a Little Bit Part 2

Synopsis: Now that the two of you have reconciled, you decide to spend more time with Jack in order to get to know him better and you can't help but to have butterflies when he comes around you.

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Pairing: Jack Harlow x Country Singer!Reader

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As the two of you got settled in one of the booths across from each other at the diner, you began to glance over the menu. This was one of your favorite places to go and it helped that it was kind of hidden. You did that in the hopes of people not bothering Jack. You really hadn't been worried about yourself considering the fact that you didn't think of yourself being a well known artist even though some people would say otherwise. Jack was admiring you from across the table when he finally spoke up. He didn't think that you would agree to any of this so the fact that you did was surprising and the last thing that he wanted to do was mess it up.

“So I take it that you liked the flowers?” He asked and you looked up at him confused.

“Wait, that was you? All of them?”

“Y/N, did you not read the notes that I was leaving for you? I left one in every bouquet.”

“There were NOTES?!”

“I… yes! I wrote that I wanted to take you out on a date to get to know you better and make up for us having a not so good start.”

“Wait, this is a DATE!?” You asked, looking around confused. You weren't exactly dressed for a date seeing as you were wearing your black leggings and one of your oversized Louisville Cardinals sweatshirts along with your converses.

“I thought you agreed when you came up to me in the parking lot and that you read my note!?”

“Oh, this is…. Wow…. Ummm… okay.”

“I seriously can't believe that you didn't know that there were notes on the side of each bouquet.”

“Shit. Now I feel bad because I haven't read any of them and I didn't treat you so well when we met. I'm really zero out of two here and it seems like it's getting worse.” You replied being completely honest.

“Don't even worry about it.”

“Oh no, I'm going to worry about it. That's my part time job and being a singer is full time.”

“Y/N, I promise that it's okay.” Jack was trying to make light of the situation, but that didn't help you from feeling bad about the entire thing. Just wait until you told Rory about this one.

“You took the time to find out what my favorite flowers were and reach out on multiple occasions while I….” You started to say, but then went quiet.

“Okay, we can call a truce. We can start completely over.”

“I’d like that, but is this still a date if we do that? Because I am definitely not dressed for a date.” You said while glancing down at your outfit and suddenly becoming self conscious.

“Only if you want it to be.”

“Uh…. a breakfast date between friends. Let's start there.”

“I can live with that.”

“One more question for you….” You said and Jack nodded at you for you to go on.

“Were the notes handwritten?”

“Yes. It's more personal that way.”

“Now I feel even worse.”

Once you had gotten back home from your breakfast date with Jack, you immediately went over to all of your bouquet of flowers and started looking for the handwritten notes that he was telling you about. You decided to start with the newest one that he gifted you tonight and smiled when you had started to read it.

Y/N,

I hope the flowers are getting to you and that you like them. I wanted to reach out again because I still haven't heard from you. I just want us to be able to start over and become friends and also apologize to your best friend. We can have a dinner date or a breakfast date since I know you tend to leave the studio late. Just let me know what you decide.

Jackman 

So now you could understand why he thought it was a date.

However, the last thing that you were looking for is dating anyone or getting into a relationship. You wanted to focus on your career and expand it and there would be plenty of time for that later. Besides the last one didn't end very well and opening your heart again to that vulnerable state was something that you weren't ready for.

After finding each note, you set each one of them aside and tried to find a special place to put them so that they wouldn't get lost. Once you did and got settled to go to sleep, you hopped in bed as you sent Jack a quick text since the two of you exchanged numbers once he dropped you back off at your car.

You- I found and read all of them. It means a lot to me that you still wanted to get to know me after all that and once again, I'm sorry. Have a good sleep and hopefully I'll see you soon.

Jack- Couldn't resist wanting to get to know a beautiful girl with an amazing voice and talent. And like I said we're starting off with a clean slate. Sleep well, Y/N. 

Later on that day, Jack found himself in the studio once again and Clay could tell that he was distracted as he kept looking down at his phone and smiling. He was smiling at texts from you and decided on his next break, he would walk down the hall to see you.

“Why are you smiling at your phone like that? Is that your latest girl of the week?” Clay asked as he raised an eyebrow at him. 

“What? No. It's Y/N.” He quickly said as he started typing back his response to answer you.

“WHAT? HOW'D YOU GET HER NUMBER?” Urban asked from his spot on the couch in the corner.

“Uh? She gave it to me? How else?”

“But you said that you thought she hated you.”

“We decided to call a truce and start over. I took her out to breakfast this morning and she didn't realize that it was a date because she didn't see the notes that I was leaving for her in the bouquet of flowers that I sent her.”

“She went on a date? With your dumbass?” Clay asked and Jack glared at him.

“Wait a minute…. What bouquet of flowers? I feel like I missed some episodes of Y/N hates Jack.”

“I was watching an interview of her when it came across my timeline on Instagram and she said her favorite flowers are sunflowers and roses mixed together. I’ve been sending them to her so that they’ll be in the studio once she comes in to record. While also writing her notes to apologize.”

“Aww Jack’s in love.”

“Definitely not. She just wants us to be friends.”

“For now.”

“Just wait until she really gets to know you. I mean I guess you're a catch. You're funny sometimes.”

“CLAY!”

“What did I do!?”

“Just like a younger sibling. Not helping.”

“I'm helping you on this damn song, am I not!?”

“Cut it out!”

“Hmm we'll be going to a wedding in a year and I'm going to be able to say I called it.”

“Can we just hurry up and finish?”

“Why? Got a hot date that's currently down the hall?” Urban piped up as he opened his bag of hot cheetos.

“And this is why I don't tell either of you a damn thing.” Jack said while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We're almost done so you can go and see your girlfriend.”

“She's not my girlfriend!”

“Well then can I date her?”

“NO!”

“Yeah, that's definitely your girlfriend.” 

Jack had sent a quick text to you to let you know that he was almost finished and that way he could come and see you for a little bit longer without having to head back into the studio. You wanted his opinion about a song that you had been working on and would love to see what he thought about it. You were currently surrounded by multiple people including Rory who wanted to stop by and see you. She was probably going to flip her shit when Jack walked in the door and you couldn’t wait to see the look on her face.

Twenty more minutes had passed before Jack was walking through the door and there immediately were butterflies erupting in your stomach and you had no idea why. You quickly spotted him and waved him over as you moved to the side on the couch so that he would be able to sit next to you.

“Hi.”

“Hi, you make anything good today?” You asked as you were strumming chords on your guitar.

“I might have to revisit it tomorrow since Clay was being a little shit.”

“He's your little brother. I hope you didn't expect any different.” You said while laughing and Jack just shook his head. He wasn't going to mention the fact that Clay had been teasing him about you.

“I didn't and he just about lost his shit when I told him that you record here too.” This instantly put a smile on your face.

“Hmm, might have to get the younger Harlow to work on a song with me.”

“Oh, and just push me to the side?” Jack asked as he playfully clutched his chest.

“Of course not. You can help me write it, silly. We gotta get three of Louisville's best on one song.”

Since all of your attention was on Jack, you didn't notice that Rory was trying to get your attention. You weren't even glancing in her direction when she decided to insert herself in the conversation.

“Bestie, don't be rude. Introduce me, please. Never mind. Hi Jack, I'm Rory. Y/N's best friend and if you hurt her I'll….”

“Rory!” You said through gritted teeth, but all she did was smile at you as you could feel your cheeks burning up.

“Is this…?” Jack started to ask you and all you did was nod your head before sighing.

“Oh good. You've heard of me.”

“And I apologize that our first meeting didn't go very well.” Jack said to her, but she waved him off.

“I’m over it. You're forgiven. It wasn't really your fault anyway. I have to get going but I'll be around. Y/N, don't do anything I wouldn't do.”

“Hmm funny, I'm drawing a blank.”

“Bit…. You know what, I'll let it slide for now and yell later.”

You watched her as she walked out of the studio when suddenly Jack turned to you confused.

“What did she mean that it wasn't really my fault?”

“It's not important. Now let me play this for you.” You said as you turned towards him as you looked in his blue eyes that were captivating you. 

How could you not have noticed before?

No, we can't fall for him. We can't get hurt again. 

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itsy/n: it's finally yours. Whiskey Blues. 💙

- jackharlow: you never miss 😉

-claybornharlow: 👀👀

-rorymarie: go best friend, that's my best friend

-y/nupdates: her grill saying Buckle Bunny is LEGENDARY

-bucklebunnybabe: WE GOT ANOTHER HIT!!

-carmengarrison: I got a bad case of the whiskey bluessss

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[sky-neverending]

Wylan looked over at Jesper, bottom lip jutted out as he pleaded with him. “Please, Jes? Just for ten minutes, and then we can get back together.”

Jesper raised an eyebrow. “Let me get this straight. You want me to pretend to break up with you so you can belt Taylor Swift in the shower?”

“Yes,” responded Wylan. Jesper sighed.

“Fine. Just let me get into character. If i’m doing this, I'm going all the way.” He took a deep breath, channeling some buried rage from deep inside his chest, and then he turned towards Wylan. “I can’t believe you! We’re over!” he shouted, and Wylan smiled before turning his grin into a frown.

“What do you mean?” he asked, breath shaky. “Are you really breaking up with me?”

Jesper took a deep breath. “Yes. Now go. I don’t want to see you anymore.” He turned away, listening as Wylan stormed off toward the bathroom.

Satisfied with his work, Jesper walked downstairs, humming to himself. He settled onto the couch and waited one, two, three seconds before the water above him turned on and the speaker started blasting. Wylans melodic voice drifted down, the lyrics filling the room.

“Jesper! What the hell did you do to Wylan?” A voice yelled from the hall, and he turned as Nina stormed into the room. “I swear to the Saints if you broke his heart-”

“Nina! Relax.” Jesper said, kicking his feet up on the table in front of him. “He asked me to break up with him so he could sing the song.”

Nina stood there for a moment, thinking. “Huh. Smart.” she said finally, falling down next to him. “We should do that, Matthias.”

From the hall, Matthias huffed. “I do not get why you cannot just sing it without all the dramatics.” he said as he walked in. “What is the point of breaking up?”

“Oh, Matty.” Jesper patted the empty spot next to him, the one not taken by Nina. “It has to be authentic. You can’t just simply sing it. It has to feel real.”

“I do not understand you people.” Matthias grumbled, sitting on the couch. “Do we just wait until he’s done?”

Nodding, Jesper smiled. “Man. I can’t wait until he’s my boyfriend again. His voice is so pretty.”

A thin figure dressed in all black slid through the window opposite the couch. “Why is Wylan singing All Too Well?” Inej asked, lowering her hood. “Did Jesper fake break up with him?”

“He’s wasting water.” said another voice, this time from one of the many doors that led out of the room. “Tell him to get a more efficient place to wallow.”

“You don’t even pay for this place, Kaz.” Jesper rolled his eyes. “He does. And he is free to spend his asshole fathers money for anything he likes.” He turned back toward Inej. “And yes. That is exactly what happened. It’s so cute, don’t you think?”

Matthias laughed. “I think you are both crazy.” he remarked, and Nina chucked a pillow at him.

“Let them live out their teen angst, Matthias!”

Suddenly, the shower stopped, and the final notes of the song came to a close. Everyone fell silent.

“What happens now?” Inej asked.

Jesper shrugged. “We get back together I guess.” he responded, turning his eyes to the stairs.

It took about a minute for Wylan to come trudging down them, hair wet and dressed in an oversized shirt and sweatpants. “Jes?” he called quietly, peeking his head into the room.

“Hello, Wylan.” Jesper responded, trying and failing to act serious. He could barely contain the smile on his face.

Wylan blushed a deep crimson. “Jesper Fahey. I’d like to get back together, please.” he stated, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jesper grinned so wide his cheeks hurt, rushing toward Wylan as quick as his feet could carry him. He picked him up in a large hug, holding his cold and wet body close. “Of course, Merchling. I love you.”

Wylan smiled into his chest. “I love you too, Jesper. I never want to be apart from you again. Not even for ten minutes.”

From behind them, Kaz spoke. “Idiots,” he muttered. But Jesper could tell he was smiling too.

#this is so dumb #six of crows #shadow and bone netflix #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wesper #helnik #matthias helvar #nina zenik #the crows #six of crows fanfic #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #my sillies #my goofy ass babies #wylan is a swiftie #taylor swift

[filmtv2022]

Every Part Of You

Pairing: Aziraphale x Reader (Female Reader) 

Synopsis: Aziraphale struggles to understand why the reader would want to be with him. The reader takes it into her own hands, and does what she can to prove that he is more than worthy of her love. 

Warnings: slight spice/suggestive behavior/kissing

A/N: I loved writing this shorter piece. Also, I know this is a story with a female reader, but I firmly believe that Crowley and Aziraphale are endgame for the actual course of the show. We need season 3 of Good Omens ASAP! Those two blundering idiots (with all the love and affection) love each other!

Warm light filled the room, though the sky outside the windows sat pitch black. Even the stars didn’t shine. Heavy rain beat on the glass, creating a steady calming rhythm. Snuggled into his side, her head rested on his chest, their legs tangled beneath the sheets. Strong hands held her as they traced patterns along their bare skin. A sleepy haze settled over her, but the same didn’t seem to be happening for him. His body remained tense as if he was ready to spring out of bed at any moment. 

Pushing herself up on an elbow, she scanned over his face. Deep lines of contemplation sat between his furrowed brows. Smoothing over the lines with the tips of her fingers, she watched as he turned his face to meet theirs.

 “What’s going on in that head of yours?” 

“It’s nothing, I promise,” his voice was steady but low.

“Don’t try to lie to me, I know you better than that,” she brushed an errant curl from his face as she whispered, “Talk to me, please.” 

“I just… I don’t…” turning slightly, he wrapped her further in his arms, “I don’t understand how I got here.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t understand how a woman like you could ever love a man like… well, like me.” 

“What are you talking about? You can’t possibly be that daft.” She chuckled quietly, but the humor quickly faded when she clocked the look in his eyes. His question was no attempt at humor. 

“You’re serious?” she waited for a response, but when none came she kept going, “Oh my god, did I do something to make you feel-”

“It’s not you, trust me.”

“Then what is it? Who is it?” 

“It isn’t one person, it’s… I see the way people look at us when we walk down the street or sit down for a nice dinner out. Their eyes linger just a touch too long before they turn to whisper to their friends. Their attention never truly leaving us. Confusion, that’s what I see on their faces.” 

“You’re wrong. If you think for a second that you’re not worthy of my love, then you’re wrong. I’m not sure you’ve ever been more wrong.” 

“Sweetheart, please don’t try to make this better, I-”

“No, I’m not going to let you keep thinking this way. Just listen to me for a second, will you?”

“Okay, fine, I'm all yours.”

“Wonderful. Now… where should I start?” Roving over his face and body with her eyes, she contemplated where to begin, “Oh, I know, how ‘bout we start with this.”

Her slender hand came up to brush gently over his forehead, following the gentle curve of his hairline, “I love this mind. Your creativity, your intelligence. The way you are always thinking of me, looking for ways to care for me.” He smiled sweetly up at her, running her fingers along the fine lines of his forehead, but it didn’t reach his eyes. There sat a sadness and uncertainty in his gaze. 

Sliding her fingers into the soft curls a low hum rumbled through her chest. She combed through his shocking white locks as she continued to speak, “And these curls, the way they feel between my fingertips it’s… it’s heaven.” 

Tugging lightly at the roots, she watched in awe at how his eyes closed in reverence and his head fell further into the pillow, exposing his neck to her. A quiet noise fell from him and he focused on her touch. Her soft lips pressed into his temples, brushing a feather-light kiss to each.

Pulling back just enough to see his face again, she swept her thumb gently over his lips, the soft flesh moving delicately under her touch, his eyes fluttered open at the sound of her words, “And your voice, I love that too. The way you speak life back into me when I need it most.” 

Bringing their lips together, she allowed the kiss to linger. His strong hands came to rest on her back, pressing her tenderly to him hoping beyond anything to hold onto this moment. Breaking the embrace, the warmth of her breath was hot on him as she spoke, “Your lips, the way they feel against my body… it’s intoxicating.” 

Firmly held beneath her luscious weight, he lifted his head so that he could find her skin. Taking his time, he laid a line of fire along the column of her throat and along her chest. A sharp gasp tore through the air as he mouthed at the swell of her breast, his teeth raking lightly against the tender flesh. 

“Don’t try to distract me, my love.” 

He grumbled in amusement, “All right, as you were.” 

“Thank you,” a bright smile painted her face.

Sliding down his body, her hands and lips trailed in the wake. His muscles twitched beneath her touch, the feeling of her sent electricity running over every inch of him, “You know what else I love, dear?” 

Giving him no time to speak, the coarse hair on his chest tickled her nose as she nipped at the spot over his heart, “I love this heart and the way that it cares for others. You make people feel special ... like they matter.” 

She soothed over her bite before moving to place a nearly imperceptible kiss on his sternum. Trailing down over his soft stomach, she listened to the way his breath hitched, his hands found purchase on whatever part of her they could. She reached the waistband of his boxers, toying with the smooth cotton. His hips jerked up to meet her touch, and a desperate whine fell from him as he begged for more. A sly grin twisted her lips at his neediness, “Hold on darling, I’m not quite done.” 

Throwing a leg over his, she straddled his hips, the blankets that had covered her pooled around her waist leaving her entirely exposed to his gaze. One of his hands found the curve of his waist, holding her in place. While the other wandered higher, palming her breast. Leaning down. she pressed her chest into his, finding his lips again. It started slowly, languid, but grew heavier as the seconds passed. Her hips rolled against his, earning a heady groan from him. Matching her need, he threaded his thick fingers through her silky locks, gripping tightly to keep her close. 

With her lungs heaving for air, she was forced to pull back, her forehead resting on his, “I love you. Every part of you. Please, don’t you ever doubt that again.” 

“Never,” smiling against her lips, he held her more surely, closing the minuscule gap between them.

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[swimmingismywholelife]

Need You to Know

Summary: Christian helps you reflect on the person you used to be.

Warnings: Mentions of heartbreak, angst but with a more hopeful ending than I usually have LMFAO, a tiny bit of fluff if you squint

A/N: Dedicated to the Janelle of the past. I know your heart hurts, but I promise you things are going to be okay. Just hang in there.

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"Baby? Is everything okay?" your boyfriend asked you.

The two of you had been laying in bed for a while like you usually did, but you were unusually quiet. While Christian was used to you being quiet as you read your book before going to sleep, he could sense something was off about the atmosphere.

"Just thinking," you said setting your book to the side. You settled into Christian's arms, resting your head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

"Anything you wanna talk about?" he asked, stroking your hair.

"One of the scenes in my book just reminded me of how heartbroken I was before I met you. And it kinda just resurfaced old feelings I guess," you answered softly.

"In a bad way?"

"I'm not too sure to be honest," you sighed. "On one hand, I wish I could go back in time and hold that heartbroken girl. On the other, I know she needs to go through this in order to reach something better. I just feel a bit…strange."

Christian gently kissed the top of your head, holding you closer to him.

"But what I do know is that the pain was worth it in the end," you said, tracing your hand along Christian's chest.

"And why is that, baby?"

"Because I met you. And if I needed to get my heart broken in order to meet you, I would do it all over again because I know it leads to you in the end," you answered, feeling the tears start to form in your eyes.

"I'm so fucking grateful to have met you, Chris. I don't know where I'd be without you."

"Oh baby, don't cry. I'm right here okay?" he said worried, taking his hand to wipe the tears that had begun to fall.

"I know. I'm just so lucky that you were there at the end of such a horrible time in my life. I honestly don't know how I got through it all and to have someone like you waiting at the end of it all…." your words trailed as you held him tighter, tears falling faster.

"Baby, you made it through because you're strong. You didn't need me to get you out of that place. You did it yourself with the support of people who love you. But it was you who found me. It was you who put in the work to get through the dark times even when it felt like there was no light. It was you who allowed your heart to heal enough to find love again," he whispered into your ear.

"The you of the past would be so proud to know that she made it through and became this incredible woman I'm lucky to call the love of my life. And you know, one day she'll understand she got her heart broken to find herself again, and that's what led her to true happiness."

You sniffled, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

"I love you Christian," you said, kissing his chest gently.

"I love you baby. More than you even know," he said. "And one day, that girl will know there's someone out there who loves her the same way she loves the world."

You eventually fell asleep in Christian's arms, your heart feeling content. While the feelings lingered for a bit, you knew that you were right where you needed to be. And despite what happened in your past, it made living in your present that much more worth it.

Christian left for training in the morning with a kiss to your forehead, whispering how much he loved you and how proud of you he was.

And so you decided to write a letter to your past self. To let her know that the message she was screaming out was heard by someone. That you were proud of her for getting through. And that one day she would be proud of herself too.

To the Girl Who Got Her Heart Broken,

I know it hurts. I know you wanted this more than anything. I know you genuinely believe he's it for you. And now it's over and it feels like your world is ending.

I remember the feeling of it all. Being alone. Feeling like you can't help yourself. That the only person who could make things better was the one who broke it in the first place. I wish I could take away your pain and help you through it. I wish I could be there with you, holding you as you cry for the next few months. That was the worst part honestly. Having everything on a constant loop wondering where it went wrong and what you could've done differently to make him stay.

I want you to know that you're not alone. I want you to know that things get better after they get worse. You're gonna be in pain for a while I'm afraid. There's nothing I can do about that. But the pain will eventually subside to a dull ache. Something that doesn't live in your head the way it does for you right now. And you'll be able to finally be happy again.

Sometimes I'm afraid that I'll end up right back to where you are. That we fought so hard to grow and change after he left but it was in vain. But the one, the real one, reminds us otherwise. I promise you all the pain will be worth it when you finally meet Christian, the man who taught you how to love again. The man who accepts you despite all of your flaws. And the man who makes you a better person every day. Christian is everything you could've asked for and more.

One day you'll realize that it's time to let go of what could've been and start focusing on what could and will be. You don't understand that yet, and that's okay. Let yourself grieve. Let yourself be sad. Let yourself feel instead of trying to feel numb all the time.

And so I'll be right here waiting for you when you're ready to heal. Keep your head up because everything will be okay.

All the Love,

Y/N

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