#I know I’ve lied about this before but I’m really not planning to continue this at all! it is just a silly little thing!

[laundrybiscuits]

The officer leans close, jabbing a finger into Steve’s chest. “You’re damn lucky it ain’t ten years ago or one state over,” he growls. “You could be looking at a felony charge, serving 15 to life. We didn’t stand for this kind of thing in Hawkins when I joined the force.”

Steve just folds his arms and gives the officer a bored look. “Okay,” he says. “Good talk. Can I see my boyfriend now?”

The officer sneers, but he steps aside to let Steve through. They’ve got Eddie cuffed to the hospital bed with another gun-toting guard in the corner. 

“Jesus christ,” snaps Steve. “He’s not gonna escape, he can’t even walk right now. Why don’t you clear out and give us a little privacy, huh?”

“Sorry,” says the guard, not sounding all that sorry. “It’s for his own protection.”

Fuck. He’s gonna have to hope Eddie can follow his lead. All that practice pretending to be a wizard or whatever has to be good for something, right?

He perches on the side of Eddie’s bed and takes his hand. He can do this. “Hey, gorgeous. How’re you feeling?” 

“Uh,” says Eddie, eyebrows doing something hilarious. “Steve?”

“It’s okay,” says Steve. He rubs his thumb over Eddie’s knuckles. This is the most they’ve ever touched, he thinks—the most that was just skin, no layers of denim or leather in between. Not even a layer of blood and dirt. 

He swallows and keeps going, willing Eddie to develop freaky mind-reading powers all of a sudden. “I know you didn’t want to tell anyone about us, but I had to, baby. I’m sorry. I had to tell them you were, y’know, with me when…when Jason killed Chrissy.”

“You didn’t have to tell them about us,” says Eddie slowly. He’s giving Steve kind of an intense look. “Honey-pie. I’m sure there’s gotta be another way. One without as many consequences for you that you might not have thought all the way through.”

“There really isn’t,” Steve says. Thank god Eddie’s so quick on the uptake. Sure, he’s being a stubborn dick about it, but at least it doesn’t seem like he’s going to let anything slip. 

“Fucking hell,” sighs Eddie. “Don’t suppose we can put that pesky little cat back in the bag. Okay. Darling angel, light of my life, corndog of my soul, who else knows?”

Corndog of my soul, Steve mouths to himself. “Just the cops. And Robin and Nancy, obviously. And—oh, remember Hopper?”

“Do I remember Hopper, he asks. Oh, pudding-pop. The late Chief Hopper and I spent so, so much quality time together over the years; he was practically a father figure to me. And just as with my actual dear old dad, his departure was cause for great rejoicing in Casa Munson.”

“Sorry to break the bad news, then. Hop’s alive, and he—uh, he knows everything.” Steve tries to communicate the scope of everything by kind of tilting his head back and forth. “He’s been…helping.”

“Huh. No shit,” says Eddie. Steve can’t tell whether or not he’s getting it. To be fair, there’s a lot to get. “Okay, gallant knight errant of mine, any news on whether or not I’m getting sprung from this charmingly appointed dungeon?”

“We’re…Hopper’s working on it. That’s why I’m. Y’know. Here. To tell you that they know about us.” 

“Cool, right, understood.” Eddie closes his eyes, leaning back on his pillow. It’s so strange to see him in nothing but a hospital gown against white sheets. He looks like a wrung-out dishtowel. 

There’s a commotion from outside, raised voices saying something like you let him what and haven’t even interrogated the Munson kid yet and not a legal status you fuckin—

“Time’s up, sweetheart,” says Eddie, mouth quirking up into the ghost of a smile. “Anything else you wanna say before they decide to upgrade my security?”

“Uh,” says Steve. He’d mostly been focusing on getting the basics of Eddie’s alibi across in a convincing way, and he can’t remember if there were any other details Eddie should know. 

He hears the door slam open behind him, and panics. “Love you, bye,” he says, and ducks in to brush a quick kiss across Eddie’s chapped lips. The last thing he sees as he’s hauled bodily out of the room by a pissed-off detective is Eddie with his eyes gone enormous and shocked, lifting his uncuffed hand to his mouth, looking and looking at Steve like something is always going to be different from now on, forever.

(ETA: small continuation here!)

#dashed off 90% of this a little while ago based on a post that I now cannot find; I’ve been traveling and finished it up on a train this AM #but yes this is literally the same general premise as bonitabreezy's I Like to See You in the Morning Light #pls go read that instead #I know I’ve lied about this before but I’m really not planning to continue this at all! it is just a silly little thing! #also IANAL but afaik IN decrim’d sodomy in ‘76; 15 to life was the max sentence in MI for first-time & repeat offenders respectively iirc #steddie

[kisses4reid]

convenient pt. 2 | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

pt. 1 (you cannot read part 2 with no context).

summary - he totally just cares if you pass your exams, nothing else. there is no other reason he keeps coming back to your convenience store.

genre - fluff, fem!college!reader x early season!spencer

warnings - school work, incorrect science stuff bc i’m just a girl

a/n - thank you all for the love on the first part!!! it was so surprising, especially since it was the first fic i’ve uploaded on this blog, i love y’all so much 🫶 thank you to those who suggested to make this a series, i would’ve totally made this a oneshot if not for y’all.

“you got any plans tonight spencer?”, morgan asked, taking his jacket off the back of his chair, passing spencer’s clean desk.

“uh, yeah actually.”

“really?” morgan stopped beside him, looking over his shoulder, a smirk crawling up, “with who?”

“moby dick.” spencer lied, morgan rolled his eyes.

“you’re no fun man.”

the doorbell rang, but after not seeing a certain skinny man for two nights, you’re mind starting to reset into the ‘studying grind mode’ it had been on before meeting spencer. stop thinking about spencer, keep studying.

three ladies dressed in short skirts, a white man with dreads (yikes), and a boy around 8 years old checked out with various items before a 3 minute cannelloni, bag of coffee, and an apple landed in front of you. before you could look up he spoke,

“how did your assignment go?” you jumped in your seat, nearly punching the man in the face before you placed a hand over your heart and sighed,

“good lord, you need to learn how to walk louder.”

spencer grinned. you scanned the cannelloni, he glanced at your hand still over your heart.

“rubatosis.”

“bless you?”

“the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.” you glanced up and saw him looking at your hand with a thin lipped awkward smile. you quickly put your hand down and continued scanning, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“we all know words. like… vellichor.” you spoke, packing his things in the same plastic bag he brought just little of a week ago. he tilted his head,

“the love of used bookstores?”

“i saw old books in your car.”

“you were looking in my car?” he put his hands in his pockets, as he looked out the window to his parked vehicle, not planning to pick up his bag of ‘groceries’ anytime soon. only then did you notice his tie was askew, his hair a little disheveled, his eyes a little sunken. the doorbell rung, a middle-aged balding man walking in behind spencer.

“i’m observant. $12.98.” he whipped out a slim wallet from his back pocket, flicking through some notes to pull out a $20. you ruffled through the register for his change as he remarked,

“you didn’t even look at the register.”

“don’t need to, you’re predictable.” you reply with a sneaky smile, causing spencer to copy reluctantly.

there was an awkward cough from behind him, the middle-aged man. spencer turned back to you after realising that he was in fact in a convenience store, and you were in fact the only worker there. “sorry sir, um. bye.” he took his bag, the thin lipped smile becoming nearly as predictable as his late-night groceries.

“bye.”

the tall, awkward, superbly smart man who smelt like wood didn’t show up for 5 nights. you thought there were only three possibilities at his absence: sickness, death, or he’s learnt how to cook.

you thought the next time you saw him you would ask more about him. in between studying, classes, and working, there wasn’t much time for a social life in your day to day. or maybe you wouldn’t. maybe he wasn’t showing up because he wasn’t really a regular, just a guy who needed quick meals, coffee, and apples on those specific nights. that’s insane, you are insane, get back to studying.

you almost didn’t recognise him the next night. same clothes, same height, same cologne, different face. dark circles under his eyes, permanent lines between his eyebrows, and a purple bruise on his left cheek. it was silent, he was the only customer at 11:30pm. you both made eye contact while you scanned his items, (same things plus a travel first aid kit) silently observing his expectant expression before you broke the silence.

“i’m not going to ask.”

“i got hit with the butt of a gun.” he said matter of factly.

you halted, coffee bag in hand, and stared at him, squinting. “…okay. actually i am gonna ask. who would hit a librarian with the butt of a gun?”

he scrunched his eyebrows and tilted his head, blinking, “i’m not a librarian. why do you think i’m a librarian?”

you packed his things, “smart, dressed posh, just general mysterious good looking librarian vibe,” he handed you a $20, “you remind me of a pipe cleaner with eyes.”

he raised an eyebrow, breaking eye contact, “not the first time i’ve heard that.”

you laughed, thinking it was a joke. his shoulders relaxed, the lines between his eyebrows softening. he grabbed his things, “bye, y/n.”

“bye, spencer.”

you were so close to finding out more about him. how the hell does a man that looks like that get into so much trouble?

you finish your shift, packing your textbooks and now flat laptop, locking everything up and turning the lights off. it was 1am. and, spencer was asleep in his car.

you looked around and put your jacket around your shoulders before jogging up to his driver’s window. his head was lulled to one side, mouth closed, chest rising softly. you knocked, and suddenly he was wide-eyed and searching for something.

“spencer? what are you still doing here?” you speak just loud enough for him to hear behind the window, which he promptly put down. you had a split second realisation how crazy this was. checking in on a regular, watching a regular sleep, feeling safe enough to approach a man’s car just because he buys the same thing every night he comes to the convenience store.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to fall asleep. i- uh,” he wiped his face, “sorry.”

you look at him with concern, “it’s okay, just.. try not to look like you were waiting for me to finish my shift to kidnap me next time, okay?”

he sighed and nodded. waving goodbye, you started down the street, your apartment only being a block away. over the music now playing in your ears, you heard a car drive away, mixing with your confused thoughts about who this regular really is and what he does for a living. and how does he look that good.

he was back the next night, same black slacks, with a purple sweater a shade darker than your own.

“hey spencer, before i scan your 3 minute bolognese, coffee and bag of apples-“

“how did you get that perfectly-“

“i’m going to ask this and you’re going to answer, okay?”

you know nothing about this man, but talking to him like a good friend felt natural now. though, you still tried to avoid over stepping it.

“-though you don’t actually have to answer it. you are a customer and i can’t force customers to do anything but- seeing as though you know i’m a college student and that i work at this convenience store and that i sort of suck at biology- sorry i’m rambling,” you take a breath, “where do you work?” you finish, spencer smiling slightly. you were surprised he didn’t cut you off to stop you, like everyone else did. he didn’t answer at first, the squeak of your shoe against the floor displayed your anxious tell.

“i can’t tell you.”

you sighed, rolling your eyes and packing his stuff, he already had a $20 ready in his hand. you took it, fingers brushing slightly against his. “you suck, and your so suspicious. i should just call security.”

he looked around, fiddling his fingers together, “you don’t have security.”

you pointed to a dead cockroach outside underneath the warm street light. “yes we do. why do you think he’s twitching? he’s insane, he’ll hurt you.”

he chuckled, the sound bringing a shade of pink to your cheeks. “you don’t work on weekends.”

you squinted, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and maybe a bit of fear. “what.”

“i came in on a weekend and a man was here.” he explained as you nodded.

“yeah, no i don’t. why?”

spencer gulped, taking his bag, and smiling awkwardly, “nothing, bye!”

you waved, confused. also stressed, you hadn’t worked on your psychology assignment while waiting for him to show up.

pt. 3

taglist- @jeffswh0re @hypotheticallyspeakingwitch @wannabewolf @evysian @trashmonstersara

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x yn #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fluff

[willowrites]

can you do a smut with chubby fem reader and sam? tysm !

WOULD WE?

SUMMARY. you were a big fan of sam and colby for years and when the opportunity to finally meet them presented itself to you…with no hesitation you took it …

PAIRINGS. (non-specific) chubby!fem reader x sam golbach & colby brock

WARNINGS. oral f!receiving, dirty talk, praising and a little bit of degradation, threesome ...

AUTHORS NOTE. hello! i’m sorry if this didn’t meet your expectations i wasn’t sure how to go about this or the specifics you wanted but hopefully i did the smut part right! enjoy ! lmk if u guys want a part 2 …!!! AND ALSO SORRY FOR LACKING! its been a crazy month …

“so guys next week is halloween and as you guys know we’re throwing a big party. you have to be over 21 i’m sorry,” colby said and shrugged. your heart jumped.

say it’s in la say it’s in la. you repeated.

“it will be in la, we’ll drop the address the day of. please come if you can and bring your ID!” sam confirmed.

you were there. mentally and physically you are going to be there. you already have a really sexy halloween costume planned so it was about time you used it.

you pressed play on the video after you had paused it.

“okay so truth or strip.” sam clapped. “if you can’t answer you get a bunch of ice dumped on you. should be fun.”

“we’ve done this before guys but this time, we’re gonna get a little spicy, we’re in a pool, and doing the ice bucket challenge.” colby said running a hand through his hair.

you were excited about this video. something about both of them just made you so happy.

“okay rock paper scissors who goes first,” sam said.

“okay okay.”

“rock paper scissors shoot!” they both exclaim.

scissors.

“rock paper scissors shoot!”

paper.

“rock paper scissors shoot.”

rock and scissors. sam won.

“noooo!!” colby whined.

sam pumped his fist and continued. “okay first question, have you ever lied to me. if so what was the lie.” after he asked that he eyed colby.

“well…no not outside of like a prank. i don’t think i’ve ever truly lied to you." he said frowning.

“not even once? like back in the day,” sam asks.

“nope, because i’m just real like that guys.” colby brags.

sam rolls his eyes. “well technically you didn’t answer soooo..” sam trails off while grabbing hold of one ice pack.

“no no no please.” colby whines but sam still pours the bag of ice.

“oh my god so cold so cold so cold,” he repeated.

“damn i should’ve had you take your shirt off first,” sam said but rolled his eyes as colby took his shirt off.

jesus, you wish you were there in person.

you continued on with the video until colby asked a very interesting question. both of them were shirtless and colby was in his boxers while sam was still in his swim shorts.

“would you have a threesome if i was the other guy.” sam widened his eyes.

“woah now that’s a question,” he said awkwardly while colby laughed and covered his face.

“well i-.” sam hesitates to answer the question. “i don’t know?” sam was blushing so hard.

he was just so cute.

“well i mean we have kissed and made out with the same girl.” colby shrugged.

“i…guesss yeah i mean. sure why not,” sam answered.

you were speechless. that night you dreamt of what it would be like to have both of you giving you sexual attention.

i mean…dreams come true, right?

“y/n are you almost done?” your best friend elena said.

you were finishing up touching up your hair and once you were done with that you would be finished getting ready.

you finished tying up your light blue ribbon on the other pigtail of your dorothy costume.

you were more like a sexy version of dorothy from wizard of oz.

you were wearing a white lacy bra that was more of lingerie which showed a generous amount of your cleavage. you then were wearing the light blue plaid dress which was silky on your body. it flattered your ass and you were so confident in it. then you were wearing thigh-high sheer white socks with light blue ribbons on top of where they meet your thighs then lastly you had red sparkly heels gracing your feet.

you checked yourself out in the mirror as you finished up your last curl.

“yes i’ll be out in a minute one sec!” you yelled out.

you did a natural makeup look not wanting to look too dramatic for dorothy but you applied more lip gloss as you got done with your curls.

“okay because we gotta go.” elena said through the door.

you tried to tidy up your space but it was no use. you would tend to it tomorrow.

“okay, how do i look.” you spin revealing your outfit to your friend.

“oh my god fuck me till i come you look so hot!!” your friend hyped you up. “what about me?” she spun around.

“thank you thank you!! and you look so hot let’s scissor right now.” you look her up and down. “elena dressed as elena gilbert? sexy!!! now let’s gooo i hope i get to talk to them.” you jumped up and down. you were so excited.

you heard the music bumping as you walked up to the mansion.

you wondered if this was their actual house or not. probably not or else they’d get bombarded by fans every day.

you held elena’s hand as she led you through the crowd of people chilling outside. we then reached the front.

“IDs! get your IDs out everyone!” the security said. you took your ID from your phone case not wanting to bring your purse or anything.

“you’re good lady’s have a good night.” the guard told us.

we smiled and then entered the house. it was a little less crowded than outside but it was very warm. all the windows were propped open to most likely try to keep the air flowing.

“i’m going to go get us drinks!” elena shouted over the loud rap playing through the speakers.

you nodded to show your understanding and just stood there.

you looked around the place trying not to fangirl over looking for sam and colby.

your eyes looked over the area. your eyes met the stairs and the kitchen but nothing. you were sure there were more rooms they’d probably be in doing their own business so you just wanted to leave it and have some fun.

“got the drinks!!” elena handed you a red plastic cup filled with god knows what. “just drink it and let loose a little!”

“i think i’m just going to get a soda.” you said not feeling the drink anymore. “i’ll be right back.”

she nodded “okay whatever you’re comfortable with baby i’ll be right here dancing!!”

you and elena were complete opposites. she was the partier and you were the …not partier?

let’s just say you’d prefer to be home but tonight is halloween you want to make the most of it.

as you were opening a can of soda someone bumped into you from behind causing you to cut yourself on the rim of the cup. you didn’t know how but you winced and saw as blood started making its way up to the surface of your thumb.

��oh shit! i’m so sorry!” you heard a familiar voice.

no fucking way no fucking way.

“are you okay? are you hurt?” the man says. the man? no, it’s fucking sam golbach.

“oh…i’m uh.” you stuttered. you couldn’t help it he looked so good. “yeah i’m okay.”

you were just staring at him. you tried to snap out of it but you couldn’t.

“a-are got sure?” he smiled and laughed at you. “mmm mm let me see your hand.” he grabbed hold of it and inspected your thumb. his hands were soft and warm.

you looked and inspected him while he inspected your thumb.

“shit this looks a little deep. i can’t really see right here follow me,” he yelled and took your hand and led you to and up the stairs into a room. he closed the door and led you to the bathroom.

“much quieter up here huh?” he started looking into the medicine cabinet. “go ahead and sit on the toilet for me.”

you sat on the covered toilet waiting patiently but trying to figure out if you were dreaming or not.

sam was right in front of you. you were in someone's room, if you were lucky you were in his.

"im really sorry by the way. i was trying to talk to one of my friends and i didn't see where i was going." he took your hand in his trying to clean it with a towel. "this might hurt so im just warning you, talk to me to distract yourself. what are you doing here?"

he grabbed the alcohol, poured it on a swab, and put it over your thumb.

"fuck." you whispered trying to pull your hand away but sam kept it there looking at you. "um..i saw it on your youtube. and i follow you on instagram."

"oh? so do you watch colby and i?" he's still rubbing your thumb.

you nodded. the way he was speaking had you wanting to get on your knees right now.

"how did you like our most recent video-" sam got interrupted by a knock.

"yo sam! you in here bro?" you heard colbys voice. colby. you were genuinely nervous.

"yeah in here." sam talked back. you heard colby close the door and walk your way.

"hey bro where did you go...oh." he saw you sitting on top of the toilet as sam was cleaning your tiny wound. "hello.." he smiled or more like smirked.

"hi..." you whispered wincing again as sam did his last rubs on your cut.

"im sorry im sorry," sam whispered throwing the swabs in the trash and digging for something else in the medicine cabinet.

"i like your costume." colby complimented you leaning on the doorway.

"thank you...i thought i looked good." you softly smiled looking down at your sparkly heels.

"she said she's a big fan of ours colby." sam looks at colby.

"oh really?" he grinned looking you up and down while crossing his arms in front of him. "im very glad you're a fan. we have the most attractive fanbase out there for sure then.”

“i guess so..” you laughed nervously. the way you saw the outline of his biceps from his fitted shirt.

“okay you’re all bandaged up,” sam said. you inspected your hand seeing he did a good job of bandaging it up.

boyfriend material.

“thank you…” you stood up. “i’m sorry if i ruined your experience or your fun.”

“no, you didn’t babe. you practically saved me from all the drunks.” sam moved so that you could get past him and exit the bathroom.

you smiled and walked past finally being able to inspect the room you were in.

kind-sized bed with an interesting color palette.

“going so soon?” colby questioned? taking two steps forward towards you.

“uh…well i assumed you didn’t want a random girl i-in your room and that you just…um wanted to have some space after cleaning up my mess.” you looked down at the ground.

“my mess silly.” sam chuckled.

“you seem nervous. what’re you nervous about, baby?” colby purred. you clenched your thighs together hoping it wasn’t visible.

“i’m not- i’m not nervous.” you denied not wanting to show any weakness even though you literally are about to fall to your knees right now.

“you sure?” he bit his bottom lip. “what’s your name?”

“y/n…” you felt the room get hotter as sam turned off the bathroom light and stood next to colby.

“mmm pretty name for a pretty girl.” colby said brushing a few frizzed curls on your head. “don’t you think sam?”

“yeah i mean very very pretty girl.” you couldn’t see but sam was checking you out. he was wondering if he would have to leave to hide his boner.

“pretty girl…watching our videos. you watch our videos a lot?” his voice was laced with a tone you couldn’t detect.

“yes i’ve watched every single one.” you walked backward the back of your knees hitting the bed causing you to sit down.

“well i mean, you deserve a reward don't you think? for being such a good fan?” colby’s hand moved to your chin. “if you’re looking for one of course. your choice princess.”

“what kind of rew-“ you started but got cut off.

“mmm think you know…” sam whispered.

“i’m confused…you don’t even know me why would you…” you didn’t realize what was fully happening until colby was moving the strap of your blue plaid dress down your shoulder.

“we could get to know each other…more ways than one.” he chuckled. “white lingerie..so pure and innocent.”

"colby let her breathe." sam stepped forward. "we'll do what you want beautiful girl. just say the word."

you felt lightheaded. was this really happening. colby was straight-up flirting with you and suggesting some...insane things.

reward? what kind of reward? a quick fuck?

"can i?" colby kneeled on one knee and whispered in your ear. he was toying with the strap of your costume.

before you even processed anything your head was nodding to his question.

"gonna need you to say something for me, baby. verbal consent you know?" his hand trailed down your arm causing goosebumps to play follow the leader.

"yes.." you let out breathlessly.

he was bringing your costume down your body; his lips ghosting your delicate skin. then he puckered and placed kisses on where your costume's strap once sat.

his lips made their way from the shoulder to your neck and then to the base of your throat. “such a good girl.” he said in a praising tone. “don’t worry baby i’ll give you a reward. a really really good one. i’m on my knees anyway. then sam will be able to have his fun with you. sound good baby?”

you were already so wet from his dirty words. you looked up and saw sam. his eyes darkened. he peered at you waiting for your response. he smiled when you made eye contact with him and you saw the flood of lust in his eyes.

“yes…” you nodded frantically. as if on command as soon as his hands made their way in the middle of your thighs they spread apart like magic. his touch giving you goosebumps and causing your hands to prop yourself up behind you.

"already so desperate for me? dirty dirty girl. barely even know me." he started kissing your thigh then made his way in between them. "its crazy how sam and i were just chatting about threesomes and shit, and now we have an innocent little angel right here for the both of us."

you could tell colby’s fortey was dirty talk…

“can’t even speak to me? being a bad girl, baby.” he scoffed. “can i punish you like one?”

and degradation too…jesus.

it was embarrassing how soaked your cunt was.

“such soft skin.” he kissed his way up your thigh. “wanna mark it up. imagine how gorgeous you would look.”

“she looks beautiful.” sam spoke up. he sat on the bed right next to you combing your hair to one shoulder and planting his lips on your neck. “prettiest fan out here.”

their words were making their way straight to your hot pussy.

speaking of, colby’s lips finally reached your white lacy underwear.

“so delicate and so innocent.” he whispered, his lips against your clothed clit. “wanna make you come so hard. do you wanna come, baby?”

you nodded frantically as sam starts sucking tiny love bites along your collarbone.

you felt colby’s lips kiss your pussy and place his tongue on top clicking a stripe up. it was killing you how your thin underwear was preventing a sensation you were begging to have.

he sucked and licked making you tug his hair and try to push him closer for more pressure.

"sam hold her hands." he groaned, the vibration sending you in shock.

"mmm let's just have her lay down." he whispered loud enough for both of you to hear.

"right then, scoot back baby." he stood up. you scooted backward on your elbows until your head hit the soft pillow on the king-sized bed. "can i take these off?" he played with your underwear.

you lifted your hips up in response so that he could slide them off.

he took them off with one hand and flung them across the room. he leans forward propping himself on his arms face to face with your womanhood.

"sam make sure the door is locked, yeah? can't have anyone looking at our angel." he kitten licked your clit afterward catching you off guard.

his tongue on your hot pussy was what you craved but not what you needed. you needed him to dive in. you wanted to be devoured and afterward wanted both of them in you, as deep as possible.

you heard the knob of the door of the bedroom click and sam lie down beside you.

"so beautiful," sam whispered. you turned toward him enjoying his repeated words. his eyes landed on your lips then to your eyes once more. you took this as a chance to connect your lips with his.

immediately he responds molding his lips with yours. his lips were soft and intoxicating. his hand came in contact with your chin taking control of the kiss. you were deep in not thinking about anything else when all of a sudden colby gave a harsh lick upwards on your clit, he then started sucking giving you no time to catch your breath.

you moaned into sam’s mouth and pulled him closer to help you gain control of yourself.

colby licked, sucks, pulled and you couldn’t stop the feelings of tightness in your lower belly. his tongue tepidly moving on your puffy clit, the sensitivity of it growing more by the second.

“oh fuck…” you moaned having to pull away from sam’s kiss.

“taste so good.” colby groaned against you pulling you impossibly closer to his mouth. he picked up your right thigh and threw it over his shoulder while pushing down your other trying to get you to open up more. you involuntarily start grinding your hips against his mouth to increase the friction you so desperately need. “that’s it, baby. use my mouth. cmon make yourself come.”

colby’s words spurred you on to continue to move your hips at a fast pace and you were doing great, your eyes clenched shut while you chased what you wanted but your hips stuttered at the feeling of two fingers making their way inside of you.

“o-oh god.” a breathless moan escaped your pink lips. you open your eyes and look at the sight beneath you. colby dripping in sweat. his tongue on your folds paired with his palm facing down and two fingers deep into your cunt.

he was thrusting his fingers painfully slow and you needed more.

“colby, please…need…need” you couldn’t get your words out.

“what do you need baby?” sam caressed your hair.

“need you guys…fuck. need it so bad,” you begged. you wanted one if not both of them deep inside you to snap that rubber band that was waiting to be cut.

“aw, sweet thing. begging so soon.” you glanced at his face as his words reached your ears, the sight of him pleasing your eyes. saliva dripping down his pretty mouth and onto your lower lips wetting your pretty pussy even more; as if that was possible. “still haven’t gotten enough of you. you’re addicting.”

he sped up the pace of his fingers drilling into you. you saw in a quick moment he swiftly took his shirt off and then dove back in. his back muscles moving as his hand penetrated your sensitive spot.

you felt that tight band in your lower stomach on the edge of exploding. whimpers involuntarily escaped out of your mouth.

he tongue repeatedly stroking your irritated clit pushing you more and more to the edge.

“oh my god fuck…” you screamed as you were right there. you wanted to let go so bad.

“that’s it, pretty girl, scream. wanna hear how good you feel.” sam spoke, trailing his fingers alongside your body.

you were repeating the word please over and over again as if it’d bring you off the edge faster.

as if to distract you sam kissed up the side of your neck and reached your ear. “can i take this off you?” he motioned towards your lacy bra.

you nodded wanting to please him.

he tapped the side of your body as if to sign for you to arch your back up and in perfect timing colby took a bite of your clit with his lips and pulled it towards him causing you to groan hard and arch your back; pleasing sam.

sam unclasped your bra and immediately started kissing your perky breasts. he sucks one of your tits in his mouth while massaging the other.

the actions sam was performing on you were just what you needed before your body seized in ecstasy. pleasure washed over your body. your lips slammed shut trying to muffle the sounds of your impending orgasm.

“go on baby. let us hear how good you feel.” sam kissed you causing your moans to escape from his mouth and meet his.

colby didn’t stop devouring your sweet leaking juices; disregarding how sensitive you were.

you screamed and whimpered while you were coming down from your orgasm. half of you trying to push colby’s mouth away and the other half wanting more. his mouth was addicting.

your clit was so sensitive but colby continues to devour you flicking his tongue on your bud.

“c-can’t… too sensitive,” you whined. colby laughed and continued his antics.

"okay baby." he kissed your pussy. you felt empty as he pulled out his fingers and suddenly wanted more.

he climbed back up the bed and gave you a chaste kiss before tapping your lips with his fingers.

"open up. c'mon taste yourself," he whispered. you opened your mouth and took his digits in tasting yourself on his fingers.

you had kept eye contact with him before making eye contact with sam. sam had a deep blue shade of lust in his eyes so you had decided to pull your mouth from wrapping around colby’s fingers to grabbing sam in a heated kiss.

he had moaned into your mouth making your pussy pulse once again.

“need you..” you moaned reciprocated wanting to make sure he’s aware of how much you’re enjoying this as well.

“want you so bad.” he moves his lips to your chin and then neck. “you’ve been such a good girl.”

“she has.” colby groaned from behind your head sitting beside you and finding a way to show you how large the erection in his baggy costume was. “want my cock?”

you nodded eagerly.

“i’ll give it to you baby. we’ll both give it to you.” colby started to grind himself on you.

from then on out, let’s just say you didn’t stop having fun.

#colby brock smut #colby brock imagine #sam and colby imagine #sam and colby smut #colby brock #sam x reader #sam goldbach #sam golbach #sam and colby #colby x reader #colby brock x reader #xplr #colby

[steddiealltheway]

My steddie brain rot is going crazy today.

But the trope of Steve going on so many failed dates at the same place. But Eddie is the waiter every time.

He makes snarky remarks, always is quick to supply a lie for Steve to get away from the ones with too many red flags (Eddie slips him a napkin explaining them every time on his way out, and Steve always trusts him), picks Steve’s spirits up when he strikes out yet again, and always slips him free dessert.

After a particularly horrible date - in which the girl shows up an hour late and thirty minutes before they close and proceeds to only talk about her ex the whole time, running out when he sees him pass by - Eddie allows Steve to stay after closing and gives him extra fries and a slice of chocolate cake.

When Steve’s head thuds against the counter, Eddie comments, “Maybe you’re cursed.”

Steve shoots back, “Maybe this place is cursed.”

Eddie is silent for a few moments and leans over the counter he’s cleaning to whisper, “Maybe I’m cursing you.”

Steve laughs and throws a fry at Eddie who yelps and demands he pays for his cake this time. When the laughter dies down, Steve finds himself actually considering a new location for his dates.

“Hey, Eddie, where do you take all your dates?”

Eddie freezes and looks at Steve. He shakes his head and continues wiping off the counter. “All my dates,” he mutters in what sounds like disbelief. Steve can hardly believe it.

“You… you don’t go on dates?” Steve questions.

Eddie shoots him a look and says, “Steve, I don’t know where you got that impression, but I certainly do notttt.” He circles around the counter and begins putting chairs on top of the tables.

“Why not? You’re funny, kind, really creative with your lies, have a steady supply of free cake…” Steve trails off as Eddie laughs. He blurts out, “And you’re not so bad on the eyes either.”

Eddie’s laughter abruptly stops. He slowly approaches Steve and asks, “Steve Harrington, are you saying you find me attractive?”

Steve easily flirts back, “Maybe I am.” And what the hell was that? This isn’t one of his dates.

Eddie’s cheeks turns red and he looks down shaking his head. He replies, “Well, if you’re looking for a new place for a date, I would suggest the diner across the street. So you can come crawling back to me when it fails.”

Steve throws yet another fry at him and exclaims, “Another failed one!”

“You’re right! I won’t be close enough to curse you!”

Steve remains in the diner until Eddie closes up. His stomach hurts from laughing so hard, and he entirely forgets about the failed date. But he comes up with a plan for the next one.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Steve shows up at the diner across the street with low hopes for this date.

Surprisingly enough, she shows up on time and is really funny and beautiful and…

Steve looks out the window trying to catch a flash of big curly hair in the diner across the street.

“Steve?” The girl, Jessie, asks. “You okay? You seem… distracted.”

“Yeah, of course,” he replies shaking the feeling that something is off.

The date goes… really well. And Steve isn’t happy about it. And he doesn’t know why he’s not happy until he finishes his meal and gets the check… with no free dessert.

Eddie is what’s off. The thought hits him suddenly, and Steve doesn’t know what to do. The perfect girl is literally right in front of him, but more than anything he wants to run across the street and see Eddie.

Eddie had cursed him.

“Steve, are you okay?” Jessie asks so kindly, and really she’s perfect. But she’s not Eddie.

“I’m so sorry…” Steve begins.

Jessie cuts him off, “Someone else, right? It’s okay really. I’ve been there, too. Just… go after her.” She smiles sweetly at Steve and squeezes his hand.

Who the fuck is she, and please be attracted to girls so Steve can set her up with Robin.

“Thank you,” Steve says leaving money on the table, he kisses her on the forehead and thanks her again. Then he’s racing out the doors, darting across the street, apologizing to a car that has to slam on the breaks and swerve to not hit him.

He races into the diner, and the bell obnoxiously rings as the door slams open. Luckily, there’s only one couple in the place, and they’re in the process of leaving. Or they were. Eddie dropped their change all over the ground when Steve startled everyone.

Steve helps to scoop up the money, apologizing and awkwardly waving as the couple leaves. When the door closes, Eddie slightly smiles asking, “Another failed date, huh?”

“No actually,” Steve replies.

Eddie’s face drops and his knuckles turn white around the money he’s gripping. “Oh. Well, congratulations,” Eddie says monotonously, shoving the money into the register and slamming it shut. “Unfortunately, we’re closing soon, so I’ll have to usher you out.”

“Eddie-”

“Leave,” Eddie says, not looking up.

“It didn’t work out!” Steve yells. “It didn’t work out. And it should’ve. Because she was everything. She was perfect. She was everything I wanted.”

“Glad to hear that-”

Steve interrupts, “But it didn’t matter because she wasn’t you!”

Eddie finally looks up at him. “What?”

“The whole time, I was expecting to look up and see you. And when I didn’t I was looking out the window trying to see you across the street and the damn glare wouldn’t let me. And then I was expecting free dessert subconsciously, and it never came!” Steve rambles out running his hands through his hair.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow as he tilts his head. “You wanted me to be there for… my free dessert?”

Steve groans, “No, Eddie. I wanted you to be there on the other side of the table. I wanted Jessie to be you.”

Eddie stares at him for a few moments and then slowly breaks out into a grin. “So I really did curse you?”

“You did, you asshole,” Steve bites back laughing.

Eddie leans across the counter and says, “So, what if I told you that if I were to go on a date, I would go to Enzo’s? And that I’m free tomorrow night.”

“I would say it’s a date,” Steve says leaning in.

Eddie hesitates and says, “Woah now. A gentleman doesn’t kiss before the first date.”

Steve replies, “Apparently I’m not a gentleman then.”

Eddie meets him in the middle and gently kisses him, breaking it only when he can’t help but smile widely. “You’re going to get me fired.”

“Definitely now that I have an unlimited supply of free cake.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and says, “Which comes directly out of my paycheck.”

“Eddie! You didn’t tell me you were paying for it!”

Eddie smiles. “Sounds like you’re paying for a lot of our dates then.”

Steve comes around the counter and hooks his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Someone’s presumptuous.”

“And that someone needs to close the diner,” Eddie shoots back quickly giving Steve a peck on the cheek.

Steve helps him close up, wondering how it took him so long to see what was right in front of him.

#steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #every time I think I’m going to write two sentences #two sentences turn into a ficlet #every. time.

[wosoamazing]

How Could You Do That - Too Late To Be Fair Pt.2

Warnings: Cheating, 'details' of kissing, mentions of self doubt, emotional insecurity, swearing, panic attack kind of, let me know if anything else.

A/N: note there has been a small change in Part 1 - more specifically the line that mentions Beth’s ACL and her Mum…. Also lets ignore the big obvious timeline issue - just pretend Leah did her ACL in the past prior to the most recent one, that’s why Beth and Viv weren’t public/known yet (just go along with it lol). Also this did not go where I expected it to go, originally it was very different (which is why I made up a character, but while writing the plan changed it just kind of happened). Last but not least (so much to say lol) do you want a part 3?

Your eyes stared at the door so hard you could’ve burned a hole in the door, you had seen a photo, a photo of Leah kissing a girl, no let’s rephrase that, a photo of Leah making out very heavily with a random girl in a bar, you didn’t even know she went out, you knew she went to dinner thats why you were home and she wasn’t, but out, she hadn’t told you that, let alone the fact that she had plans to kiss a random girl in a bar.

The second you heard keys in the door you bolted up, as the door opened you crossed your arms and glared at her figure walking through.

“Hi baby, everything okay?” she asked clearly tipsy, you felt as though literal steam was coming out of your ears, you were so unbelievably mad at her, angry with her. 

“I cant fucking believe you, after everything you said to me, just three days ago,”

“What are you on about?”

“Oh yeah, like you can fucking forget making out with someone. Probably happened under an hour ago right?”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh like that is a fucking excuse,” “Let me explain,” “There is nothing to explain, I know everything. You lied to me, honestly youre an impressive liar but thats not the fucking point. The fucking point is that three days ago you promised you were in this for the long run, that you weren’t like the others, that you would never hurt me. I believed you, I believed you were different Leah, I really did. But now we are standing here.” you stormed out the door and slammed it. Hot angry tears falling down your face, you jumped into your car and left, yet again finding yourself in the same position, driving to the one person you could actually trust.

____

You knocked on Beth’s door, often you would just let yourselves into each other;s houses, but there was an extra car in the driveway.

“Beth,” you cried out as you knocked on the door again, more desperately.

“Y/N, coming, are you okay?” her words caused your hot angry tears to turn into big fat hurt tears.

“Shit, Y/N/N come here” Beth said as she opened the door, wrapping her arms around your body, she continued to hold you as she moved to sit on the couch with you “what happened?”.

“S-she k-kissed someone,” “who?” “L-Le-Leah, a-an” you just pulled out your phone and showed the photo.

“I’m going to fucking kill her.” Beth was furious, “I” you tried to speak but your words were choked by the sobs that racked your body, your hands shook for anger whilst the rest of your body shook from your sobs, your chest felt tight, your head felt foggy, “ It's okay. I’m here, I’ve got you. You’re okay,” with every passing minute you felt your chest grow tighter, until you were struggling to breath.

“Y/N, it's okay, can you try and take a deep breath for me?” you shook your head “Viv, can you grab my water bottle,” Viv came running out of Beth’s bedroom, freezing briefly as you both made eye contact before handing the bottle to Beth, and returning to the bedroom. Beth handed you the water bottle, her eyes still intently watching you, you knew what she wanted you to do, you took some small sips trying to regulate yourself slightly, “that's it, deep breath, in, 2, 3, 4, out ,2, 3, 4, again.” Beth’s gaze left you briefly as she turned to see Viv who was leaving, she gave Viv a sorry look before returning her focus back to you, you had calmed down more, you moved to lean against her side, Beth felt the slow shift in your breaths, going from rapid and uneven, to slow and even, she knew you were asleep, but she still didn't move, not wanting to leave you considering how vulnerable you were.

____

“Y/N,” you heard Beth’s soft voice as she shook your body slightly, “I’m going to make dinner, thought you might want to sit and chat.” Sitting and chatting over dinner cooking was something you often did, both debriefing events in your lives over cooking a meal. One of you would cook and the other would sit and watch, you would talk, just about anything and everything.

“Yeah, sounds good, I’m just going to go to the bathroom quickly,” she nodded, before she made her way into the kitchen.

-

“I don't understand,” you said as you slid onto the kitchen bench.

“Honestly neither do I. I can't believe she did that, she made it seem like you were her whole world, I got a different vibe this time.”

“No, I don't understand why Viv was here” you ask, because in all fairness you didn’t, your words caused Beth to blush.

“I think we have more important things to discuss than that” “Like how you are absolutely torturing that meat,” she gave you a look, as you back of the bench, you playfully shoved her out of the way, and you switched positions, “or do you mean how my girlfriend had her tongue down the throat of a complete stranger,” “the second one”.

“I don’t know, I just don’t get it, can you grab the cream, she came in so sweet and innocent, I’ve seen her walk through that door when she needs to tell me something and that wasn't it. I don’t think she had plans to tell me.”

-

“So why was Viv here, we have discussed the more important thing now,” you smirked at Beth.

“I don’t, I just feel close to her, she is really nice, I think I might like her, but I’m not sure.”

“Never been the best at navigating our feelings have we Beth,”

“Hey, at least Dan broke up with me before her mouth was on others,” Beth noticed how your body tensed, “too soon?”

“Too soon?” you said as you nodded agreeing with her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she leant closer to you to pull you into a hug.

“Beth!” you screeched as some of her pasta fell out of her bowl onto your pants. “Oh sorry,” she said as she sat back up before using her fork to eat the bits of pasta off your leg, causing you both to fall into fits of laughter.

____

“I mean she won’t even hear my side of the story, its like I’m speaking to a blank wall” Leah, your now ex said as the arsenal girls were out for dinner, a dinner you were absent for not wanting to have to face Leah or the awkwardness. 

“Yeah because there is a photo of you making out with another girl in a bar, in addition to the fact you went with none of us and she didn’t even know you were going out out” Katie said.

“I told her, I regretted it the second I did it, the girl asked me if I wanted to go home with her and I said no I have a girlfriend I shouldn't be doing this.” Leah explained her side, trying to defend herself, she was right she had told you that, showing up the next day at Beth’s house, but you didn't believe her and just shut the door in her face to stop her talking.

“But Leah, you don't understand how many times people have done this to her, lulled her into a sense of security and then ripped the rug out from under her. How many times the other side of the story has been that they realised how much reassurance and love she needed and then left, and after what happened the other day I’m not surprised, you literally betrayed every single thing you said to her. Everything you said to her that night you threw out the window the second your lips touched that girl’s lips, let alone when your tongue went in.” Beth defended your honour.

“So the believing I don't love her won't go away, even with what I said the other night.”

“It gets better over time, I mean she doesn’t question me anymore but then again, I’ve never made out with a random girl at the bar just days after I told a girl she was my everything and I would never leave her or hurt her. A girl who is emotionally broken due to her childhood by the way.”

“So the insecurities will never go away, I don't know if I can handle that, always being questioned.” Leah continued, when she really shouldn’t have kept going on.

“Fucking hell Leah, you’re in the wrong here, and you’re concerned about your feelings in a relation with a girl who you have just completely destroyed. So no. No you won't have to handle that ever. If that’s how you are thinking, go. Go far away from her, never talk to her again, you can’t be thinking that.” Beth stood up, and turned away from the table before turning back to Leah, “How have you gone from this girl being your entire world to oh it might be too much overnight, or was it not overnight have you just been leading her on, using her until you could find your next girlfriend.” Beth stormed out, so glad that you weren't there, she now knows how Leah really felt, but also she didn't know what might’ve happened if you were there. 

-

“You’re never talking to her again, I’m not letting her near you.” Beth said as she marches through the door of her apartment.

“Why” you paused the TV, standing up and walking over to her.

“She said she didn't know if she could deal with your constant questioning of yourself and her,” “What?” “She asked if you not 100% believing her would go away, I’m sorry” Beth’s voice broke with her last two words, she just couldn’t believe how many people had done this, and now one of her close friends, she just couldn't understand why they were doing it, you were perfect, smart, caring, talented, pretty and so much more, briefly Beth was wrapped up by her thoughts before she heard you sniff, she quickly escaped her thoughts as she saw a tear rolled down your cheek, followed by many more, they were small soft tears, tears coming from a very deep down broken place. Beth went to hug you, but you pulled away, just had just received confirmation that people really did believe your insecurities and hurt and trauma were a burden, even if they didn't say it to your face.

“No, I’m a burden, don’t worry, I know you would much rather be doing something else.” you began to walk away but Beth grabbed your hand, stopping you, before pulling you back, the action causing your body to collide with hers, causing you to be pressed up against her front, you could feel her warm breath on your cheek. A rush of something ran through you, the feeling unknown but in a good way. Her fingers intertwined with yours, she wiped your tears with her other hand, before it found a place on your lower hip, fitting perfectly. Her eyes darted from yours to your lips and back to yours, you hadn't pulled away yet, you didn't want to, but you didn’t have feelings for each other right.

#woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #arsenal wfc #awfc x reader #awfc #leah williamson x reader #beth mead x reader

[pascallatte]

oh sweet live

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader

Summary: after a short social media break after their announcement, they decided to go on live just to spoil another thing and just them answering fans.

Date: February 2018

warning/s: future spoilers(??), age gap

Taglist: @benonlinear, @t-stark35, @heyitsme-2, @elleeeee21, @holmesstrange, @tagakalat, @flyestvenustrap, @oldermenaremyreligion, @cherryred444, @avengersheart, @guacala, @pukka-latte, @hobiismyhopeu

A/N: some sort of a filler chapter cause I like it when celebrities do live and stuff.

“Hello everyone!!” You said, setting up the camera when you saw the comments flooding in. You were in your apartment about to go rest when you decided to go on live. This would be your first appearance since you’ve gone public with your relationship, so doing this without preparation or guidance is scary and nerve-wracking. But still, with you being you, you decided to do what you want and let them do what they do.

Once the camera stills from being moved around constantly, it can be seen that you were sitting on the floor in what seems like your living room, given the couch and kitchen behind you that you’ve stated was behind the living room. Sitting on the floor with just a jacket and sweatpants on, bare-faced, with your hair down just how you like it, your coffee mug near you, you looked comfortable and ready for bed. But here you were.

“Anyways, hello to those who are watching. I’m sorry I’ve been absent from the media lately…” you said apologetically as you gave the viewers a small smile. You watched the comments roll through, often about how you are, what you’ve been doing the past month, and of course about you and Pedro, the main event of your live. “…life has been busy at the moment, but I promise you new projects will come.”

Drinking from the cup, you reached for your laptop, placed behind you on the couch. “Y/n, how are you doing these days?” You read, “hmm….. I’ve been doing good, going to the gym has been a new habit of mine, and I don’t regret it,” enthusiastically, as you flex your arms under the fabric of your jacket.

“What are you doing this valentines day?” Squinting your eyes as you read it, debating whether you should answer it or not, “for valentines? I don’t know, we- I haven’t really planned anything yet,” you lied as you scrolled through your laptop. 

“Where’s Pedro?” With a knowing look, you sighed, leaning back on the chair. “So it seems like the comments are filled with questions for Pedro,” raising your eyebrow you decided to tease them. “Guys, I’m the one on live why’d you keep asking for that old goose,” you joked leaning on your hand that was propped up on the table.

“You should do a q&a, y/n-”

“q&a?? How? I mean it’s not like I’ll do it,” you replied still looking at the comments. “Open your twitter and search up your name- oh now that’s interesting,” once again, reaching for the laptop placing it on your lap.

“Tha-that’s something I haven’t really thought of doing, but I’ll do it for you guys as a sorry for my absence.” The clicking of the keyboard was heard before an “oohhhh,” was heard from you. Widening your eyes, you looked back and forth from the screen of your laptop to your phone which was capturing all of your reactions.

“These are- woah. I should do this more often, it’s….interesting to say the least,” you mumbled to yourself. Looking back at your phone, the comment section was flooded with requests that you should read some tweets and say what you think. And to think that you weren’t showered with hate in the comments made you feel less tense than before and that alone made you continue. 

“Read some?? Sure, but I’ll have to make sure these are internet friendly as much as possible”

Humming at the first one, “one of you guys said here, ‘I fucking knew they were dating, what kind of friends would travel alone to one’s hometown just for fun’ to defend ourselves and others who do it, many would do it if you’re close and comfortable enough with them so yeah.”

“I wish I was Pedro’s girlfriend,” laughing at that, “oh boy, umm no comment.” Your response earned some complaints from the live’s comment section, but you paid no mind.

“If y/n ever scrolls here on Twitter and sees this, I just want to ask you what is your guys’ favourite pass time snack?”

“this is cute- favorite pass time snack??” You thought for a moment,

”OH mine is some good ice cream and fried combo, why you ask? It’s because growing up there’s this small old store near my house so every time class ends I go there to get some, and it’s been my favourite ever since. And Pedro’s are- it kind of changes every time we order some in but he’s been eating tacos recently so I think that tells us something.”

Scrolling through Twitter, your reactions vary from almost bursting out in laughter, to being uncomfortable, surprised, and in awe of the sweetness of the tweets. “Y/n and Pedro are literally couple goals, from the way they were seen the past years, I can tell this relationship isn’t new,” you read. Silence passed for a couple seconds before looking at your phone. 

“Should I tell to you guys? I mean you should’ve seen how long we were in his post but..” You paused as a notification rang through, “oh ok- ah going back. As I was saying, I would think that you guys should know by now but the comments say the other. So long story short we’ve been together since march of 2015,” you said as you shrugged your shoulders as if what you’ve said wasn’t that much of a big deal. 

The comment section went wild at your reveal, stating that they were deprived of the information and that they should have sensed a shift in your relationship at that time of the year. you went back to checking your Twitter and this time searching Pedro’s name knowing that he has more ‘interesting’ content. As you were about to read one, your doorbell rang making you look at the phone before standing up, “be right back.”

Your rushed footsteps can be heard before the door squeaked as it opened. Whispers can be heard in the background making the people in the comment section excited, knowing the only person that would enter your apartment at this time of night was the one and only Pedro Pascal.

Pedro was seen peaking from the side of the camera before laughing and a smack was heard. Ruffling sounds started back again before you were seen in the video once again but now with a jacket in hand. You placed it on the couch as you leaned to read the comments on your phone.

“I’m back, was that- yes that was him,” you confirmed, knowing that they’ll only ask more if you denied it. “Can we see him? Uhmm..” You look to the side to where your room was, “I’ll ask him, I don’t want to if he doesn’t want, it's been a long day,” you explained thoughtfully and softly in hopes they would understand.

You waited for a bit more for him to come out, now dressed similarly to what you were wearing. “Cielo, they’re asking for you,” you whispered. “Is it on live?” Pedro was heard making the viewer's spam comments. 

Nodding, “yeah, d-do you want to join or you’d rather rest?” You said reaching for him off-screen. He only stood up, making his first appearance as he rounded the couch to sit next to you. Reaching for your cup, he sips a little, “hi, how are you guys doing?” He greeted before reaching behind you to pull you to him.

“What were you doing when I got here,” he looked down to ask you. “I was reading tweets on Twitter, they told me to and I got curious. Want to join me?”He silently nods before taking your phone.

“Hi, Pedro- hello y/n’s followers. You don’t mind me taking over this live do you?” He teased which made you chuckle as you leaned on his shoulder, while the phone was propped up on his knees. Letting them have a look at your current position which the watchers found cute and “oddly comfortable” to them.

“Okayyy, so you were reading tweets right?”

You only nodded in response giving him the laptop, for him to read. “Did you buy the stuff, I told you to?” quietly as you leaned away from him to look behind you. “Yeah, I think so. But I wasn’t sure about the other things.” Humming you stood up and ruffled his hair before going to your kitchen.

“Soo internet...Let’s do this,” he went back to scrolling through Twitter. “Apparently we got our Javier Pena and Catalina Mendoza continued in real life. Hmm- actually it’s we’ve been rolling on it even before Javi and Lina got together.”

“If y/n ever needs someone to come to comfort her when they break up, I'm here just to let you know,” Laughing at the tweet he turns to you, “Y/n will you ever break up with me?” Pedro asks the very confused you.

“What? What do you mean?” You ask as you popped your head in frame, face clearly confused. “This person was telling the whole world that if we break up they’ll be there for you.” 

“Ohhh, well to whoever you are yo-it won’t happen sometime soon so don’t wait up on me.”

Pedro breaks out in a smile while exaggeratingly placing a hand on his chest, “Awww, she loves me.”

Chuckling, “Actually I take it back,” a gasp was heard from Pedro before you went back to doing what you were doing.

Huffing,” okay, so someone saw us in the gym yesterday and quote in quote “if I knew they’d show up in my gym today I should’ve worn my booty shorts. Y/NNN NOTICE ME!” He shouted which made you look at him again before sighing.

“” Now that Pedro and Y/n have confirmed they're dating, I want them in a rom-com.NOW.” oh a rom-com? I mean sure, you never know, we might be working on one right now,” he teases as he looks at your phone whose comment section was wilding up.

Finishing up what you were doing, you closed the fridge before making another cup of coffee because you know for a fact that Pedro has finished it. Taking a cup, you fill it up then walked back to where he was, of course still reading off of Twitter.

“Hello again,” you said as you sat down. “What’re you reading now?” You asked peering over his shoulder.

“They were asking for spoilers for projects.”

“Oh! That’s confidential all I can say is that we’re having so much fun in shooting-“ you gesture to him, “- and preparing for it,” pointing to yourself.

Both leaning back on the couch, you slither your arm around Pedro’s waist as you point at something before laughing. He gives you a look before covering your mouth before you can speak. “Please, y/n don’t. Please oh god!” Embarrassed he face-palmed before looking at the phone.

“Fine ok ok, I'm sorry. I won’t,” you said still laughing your ass off. You reached for your coffee and gave Pedro a side-eye knowing that he was already looking at what you were drinking.

“Cielo, you’ve already drunk my first one. How ‘bout you lay off of the coffee, yeah?” A grunt was heard from him before he closed the laptop, focusing on the live instead.

“How long have you been on?”

“Uhmmm, 10 minutes I think. Why?”

“Nothing just wanted to know why you weren’t asleep yet. It’s like past midnight already,” as soon as he said that you looked at him adoringly before pinching his nose.

“Nowww, ‘can I be in your video?’ We’re not entirely sure how that works but I’m not sure sorry.”

“Someone’s asking you why you were spotted with Tom Cruise the other day,” he said with a small smirk. Knowing that you can’t really tell them why, so it’ll be fun to see how you come up with an excuse.

“I don’t know actually-no I do know, we- well I was walking to the cafe I was frequent at then he like sort of popped out of nowhere so-yeah. Isn’t that right P?” You looked towards him only to see him holding back his laughter. You shook your head no which made him lean on you circling his arms around your waist.

Changing the topic,” our plans for the summer? Of course to the beach, just not sure where,”

"Plans for Pedro’s birthday? Hmm, that’s a surprise for you guys and himmm," squeezing his cheeks.

“Who are your top artists?- she's currently listening to Adele and I’m listening to all sorts of stuff but I’d still say Prince, obviously” he sassed, making him shake with your laugh as he was still leaning on you.

“Quebec? we just visited during the winter, and got back on the second week of January, I think.”

You let out a loud gasp, “Pedro! Pedro!” slapping his shoulder.

Looking up at you, disturbed, “What?”

“Nothing was just reading the comments” your laugh was replaced by a wince when he pinches your side

“Would y/n get a tattoo soon? Who said she doesn’t have any” teasing the comment section. In which you laughed as they bombarded you with “what is it?”, “When you got it?” and weirdly enough “where is it?”

“English or Spanish? What do you mean, like in conversing or career choices?” Pedro reads aloud as he lets out a breath, which made his tiredness show.

Nodding, ”I’d like to do another Spanish film or series though, you?” You look at him playing with the roots of his hair while he answers, “I’d use any, as long as I like what’s going on.”

“Who would you like to work with- Nicholas Cage, absolutely,” you giggled at his quick response.

“I don’t really have one 'cause everyone looks fun to work with but I’d want to do more adventure or action movies” you answered, making your answer as brief as possible.

Caressing you back, Pedro looks at you, confusion painted on his face, “You’re already in one though?”

“Huh? What do you mean? I haven’t done one after wrapping up for Ocean’s 8?” You pleaded to him with your eyes hoping that he gets you were faking your confusion.

“No y/n the big one, with all the planes and jet- the one with-“ his voice came out muffled as it was your turn to cover his mouth with your hand. Silence enveloped the room as soon as he registered what he had said along with the look of shock on your face. Clearing out his throat he nods and then went back to leaning on you.

“What’s your workout routine? 

“Oh, that’s a nice question” he perked up almost forgetting what he almost spoiled a while ago.

“I lift and-uhh, and running is a thing I do now.”

“It’s called the tom cruise regime guys go look it up,” backing away from him you took his shoulders to make him look at you.

Looking at him wide-eyed, conversing with him through them again. Pedro looked back at you, but this time watched as you take the phone.

“Hi, guys so uhm, we actually have to go or else you’ll have to witness the murder of your beloved Pedro Pascal. Bye!!” You quickly ended the live after that.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x actress!reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x female reader #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

[harlowcomehome]

Lies and football games:

Based off @velvetstreets anon.

Jack covered your eyes with his large hands, as he guided you to his jeep.

“Do you trust me?”

“Eyelashes babe! Be careful!” You tried prying his hands off of you, but there was no budge.

“That's why I’m not using a blindfold” he laughed. “Promise to keep your eyes closed until we get there?”

“Mmm, how long is the drive?”

“Baby!” He groaned with a hint of laughter in his voice. “Twenty minutes!”

“I’m going to fall asleep!” You continued to complain the entire way there, Jack didn’t mind it, he found it funny and cute.

“We are here, but don’t open your eyes yet” he leaned over to kiss your cheek, startling you slightly as he got out of the car to meet you on your side.

“Don’t you dare let me fall Jackman!” You said half joking but nervous.

“Never” he smiled as he held you tight, guiding you to the hot air balloon.

You felt the warmth of the fire and started to get nervous wondering what he was up to.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry!” He laughed to himself realizing he had never told you to open them.

You backed up a little, looking up at the balloon itself. “We get to go inside the basket?”

“Yup!” He smiled as the instructor helped the two of you inside, Jack let you go first so he could help hoist you up if you needed it.

As the sound of the fire filling the balloon was behind you, you couldn’t help but smile ear to ear.

“You always go all out” You leaned into him as the two of you took in the scenery around you. He was pressed against your back, holding you as the breeze made you shiver.

“You’re not afraid of heights, are you? This would probably be the worst time to ask” Jack laughed and you felt his chest and stomach bounce against your back.

“I’ve never been in a situation to find out. I guess I just won’t look down” you giggled.

As the ride was coming to a close, Jack whispered in your ear “Happy six-month anniversary baby.”

You turned to him, wide-eyed as the look of shock overcame you.

“You remembered?”

“I was waiting for you to say something all day! I knew you had it written in your planner” he teased, poking your side and making you laugh.

“You’re very sneaky Harlow” You leaned in to kiss him, thanking the hot air balloon pilot before walking back to the jeep.

*****

Today marked your seven-month anniversary with Jack, you knew that wasn’t really a thing and the reason why he went all out for six months was because it was half of a year but you couldn’t help yourself.

Jack's schedule was a lot harder to work around than your own so the element of surprise was harder and near impossible to do.

“Hey, baby?” You approached him as he sat at one of the many workstations he set up in your apartment.

“Mhm?” He was barely listening trying to figure out something in his head.

“So on Saturday don’t make any plans okay?”

“I won’t” he mumbled, scribbling something down and giving you a small smile. The vein in his neck was protruding so you knew he was overwhelmed with work. You gave him a quick kiss to calm him down.

“You staying here this weekend?”

“Of course” he smiled as you shut the door.

Friday night, you overheard Jack and Urban discussing a football game, you had only assumed they were talking about Monday night football. You weren’t into football much but you were trying to keep up with the days it was on TV.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow babe” You kissed Jack's nose while the two of you were getting into bed.

“Yeah, same!” Jack had no idea what you were referring to and was hoping he’d get some sort of clarity soon.

“I told her to be here at like four, that way we can start the private class in the evening and then have dinner after!”

Jack realized now that he had agreed to something blindly the other night, regretting his decision knowing he wanted nothing more than to go to the game.

“What kind of class is it again? I forgot babe.”

“Art silly! We’re making clay sculptures!” You giggled, as you shut the lights off.

He was internally screaming, he had forgot about this plan and wasn’t sure how to break the news.

It was five in the morning when you were awoken by the sound of Jack coughing in the bathroom.

He had a nightmare and used it as an opportunity to wake up and set the scene.

You woke up, shuffling to the bathroom as you lightly knocked on the door.

“Baby? You okay?”

Jack sniffled “Yeah baby, I woke up feeling super congested.” He tried to disguise his voice as he spoke to you through the door.

“Do you need to sleep it off?”

“I don’t want to get you sick sweetheart. I should probably go stay at my place.”

“It’s that bad? Baby! Stay here! Let me take care of you today.” You hated knowing he didn’t feel well and hoped he’d let you take care of him.

“Maybe I should just sleep some more” he came out of the bathroom, his curls a mess as his pajama pants hung loosely off his hips.

You checked his forehead with your hand. “You’re not warm. Maybe it’s just the weather.” You guided him back to bed, being the big spoon for once.

When you woke up for the day you realized the bed was empty. You called out his name, but the house was silent in return.

You checked your phone and saw a message from Jack.

Baby 💙: I’m going to go home. I’m starting to feel worse and don’t want you to catch my cold.

You text him back letting him know you were awake and going to get some things done around the house.

Meanwhile, Jack was at Urbans house talking to the guys.

“You should’ve just been honest about it” Urban laughed knowing damn well that this wasn’t going to play out how Jack hoped.

“Just block her from watching your stories and I’ll keep it low key!”

“You are aware you’re a celebrity right? You’re going to be all over the TV.” Copelan laughed.

“Just make sure she can’t see your stories! She doesn’t even watch football!” Jack rolled his eyes.

As the night went on, you decided to go to the grocery store. You wanted to make Jack soup, the last few times he had been sick he raved about it and you wanted to surprise him.

It wasn’t until you were at the store that you realized there were fans decked out in football jerseys and face paint.

You walked the aisles, curious about the football game tonight. You quickly googled and realized that Louisville was playing Notre Dame tonight.

Your gut now told you Jack was lying about being sick so he could go but you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt knowing he did actually sound sick this morning.

You went home, starting the soup and calling Jack in the process.

“Hello?” Jack sniffled, followed by a weak cough.

“Baby, were you sleeping?”

“Yeah, babe. I’m sorry, is everything okay?”

“Yeah baby, I was just checking on you. Go back to sleep, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The phone call ended and you felt guilty for thinking he’d lie, continuing to make the soup before turning on the TV for background noise.

Jack on the other hand released the breath he was holding as his friends laughed and shook their heads at him.

While the soup boiled you sat on the couch, flipping through channels until you landed on the football game.

“I guess I’ll watch this” you giggled, knowing Jack would be so proud. You had been trying to get into football for him.

It wasn’t until the third quarter when the soup was done that you saw Jack in the background of a crowd. He was trying to blend in, but Copelans' tattoos made it kind of hard to miss them.

“Oh fuck no” you groaned, having the sudden urge to pack the soup up and go to Jack's place. You had a key, so it wouldn’t be like you were just showing up.

You snapped a photo of the TV screen for proof.

You then put the soup in a container, got dressed, and drove to his apartment. Hiding your car in his parking garage, you slammed the door shut and made your way to his place.

You set the soup down on the coffee table in front of you and turned the TV on, noticing that the game was ending and he’d be home within the next hour or so. You waited in his living room, thinking of everything you wanted to say to him.

When Jack got home, his friends came with him. The group laughed and cheered about the win.

You could hear them coming and turned off all the lights. When the door unlocked you were sat in the middle of the living room with the soup in your lap and a death stare that could intimidate anyone.

Jack turned on the lights and immediately saw you standing there. He knew you were upset by the look on your face.

“Fuck” Jack whispered and the group grew silent as the door shut behind them.

“Are you feeling much better baby?” You said in a condescending tone. “Are you still sick? I spent the evening making you this.” You hurled the container into his stomach, storming out of the apartment.

Jack handed his nearest friend the container, chasing you down the hall.

“Baby” he whispered trying not to disturb any of his neighbors. You couldn’t hear him over your anger.

“Baby! Please!” He whispered, almost in a yell.

You turned around, stopping in the middle of the hallway.

“You have me fucked up! You knew that I had something planned for us! Why wouldn’t you just tell me the truth?”

“Baby, I can explain. Just come back to the apartment” he looked around, worried a neighbor was watching.

“No, have fun with your buddies. I’m going home.” You stomped down the hallway, livid and unable to find the words.

“I’m sorry!”

You couldn’t hear him over your thoughts and frustration.

Jack watched as you walked away knowing he had a lot of making up to do, and not exactly sure where to start.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #Jack Harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines

[byersbootyshorts]

Catching Feelings (S.R.)

Following your night with Spencer you go to work the next day determined that the rest of the team won't find out. And you fail miserably.

Read part one first

Word Count: 1,568

Warnings: sub!s1!Spencer, fem!dom!reader, mild smut, making out, hickeys, ownership kink if you squint, Spencer being a needy bitch

he’s so needy I love it

You’d left Spencer’s place early to go home and shower before work. He was still sleeping when you left but you didn’t want to wake him. As you drove to work the events from the previous night raced through your mind. You’d slept with Spencer. Not only that; you’d taken his virginity. You took a deep breath, remembering what Spencer had said when you’d asked him if he’d lost feelings for Lila.

“I think I’ve caught feelings for someone else.”

You hadn’t planned for that to happen. It wasn’t that you didn’t return those feelings. You wouldn’t have offered to sleep with him if you didn’t feel something for him. But you dreaded what the team would say if they found out. This could jeopardise both of your careers. You cared about Spencer but you also cared about your job. So, you decided that the only solution was that they wouldn’t find out.

When you entered the office you walked straight to your desk, avoiding eye contact with Spencer. You saw him look up at you in your peripheral vision, probably wondering why you were gone when he woke up, but you didn’t respond. Luckily, today was a paperwork day. There were no new cases so you could just sit at your desk all day and try your best not to make conversation.

You got through the morning just fine with only Hotch coming over to your desk to see how much progress you’d made on reports. All the while, you noticed Spencer every so often staring at you like a hurt puppy. You’d planned to talk to him later that night so for now he was just going to have to deal with your lack of attention. It’s for the sake of our careers, you kept telling yourself. If Hotch finds out we’re screwed. You didn’t even think Hotch would mind that much. But he was a stickler for the rules, and it was protocol to report any workplace relationships to the brass.

Soon, you started to get hungry so you made your way to the kitchen to grab your lunch. You were in the middle of making yourself a coffee when suddenly it seemed the whole team began to congregate in the small space.

“You’ve been awfully quiet all morning,” Morgan pointed out, opening the fridge. “What were you up to last night?”

Your eyes quickly shifted towards Spencer before you spoke. “I fell asleep as soon as I got home,” you lied. Spencer sighed at your dishonesty, as if he was expecting you to announce to the whole FBI headquarters what you were really doing last night.

“What about you, Reid?” Elle asked. “I bet you were dreaming about a certain beautiful lady last night, huh?”

“Oh, ha ha, very funny,” he snapped before walking away from the group.

“Did I say something wrong?” Elle said with a confused expression as you all watched Spencer sulk at his desk.

“Maybe he’s just tired of you guys making fun of him,” you retorted, sipping your coffee. You stood silently as the rest of the team moved on to chat about other things.

Eventually, you headed back to your desk, once again avoiding Spencer as you passed him. You hadn’t continued writing your reports for more than two minutes before you felt a looming figure standing over you.

“Hey,” you said, looking up at Spencer but still not meeting his eyes. “You need something?” You were trying to be as nonchalant as possible, aware that Morgan’s desk was only a few metres from yours.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Spencer whispered.

“I’m not ignoring you. I’m working,” you replied. Your eyes shifted around the room, anxious of someone noticing the two of you.

“Well then, why did you lie?” Spencer continued to question. You sighed, knowing you couldn’t answer that question with all the other agents around.

“Follow me,” you said with a frustrated tone. You got up and guided Spencer down the hallway. When you reached an old storage closet you checked there was no one around before leading Spencer inside and shutting the door behind the two of you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you asked him sternly.

“Wha-,” Spencer trailed off in response.

Realising your harsh tone had hurt Spencer, you softened your voice and placed a hand on his arm in comfort.

“What I mean is, why are you being so open about what happened last night. Shouldn’t we be trying to hide it?”

“Why?” Spencer asked with a look of offense. “Do you regret it?”

“No, of course I don’t,” you began, but Spencer interjected.

“Oh, I get it. Last night was just a one time thing for you, wasn’t it? Of course you don’t have feelings for me. How stupid was I to think that you did,” he rambled.

“Woah, Spencer, slow down,” you said. “Ok, first of all, don’t you dare decide my feelings for me. And secondly, I’m not ignoring you because I regret sleeping with you or because I don’t have feelings for you.”

“Then, why,” Spencer interrupted again.

“Come on, you’re smart. You should know we’re not allowed to have relationships with co-workers,” you explained. “If Hotch finds out it could cost us our jobs.”

“We’re in a relationship?” Spencer smirked, completely ignoring the important part if your statement.

“That’s not really my point. But, yes, if you want to be.”

“Yeah, I do,” Spencer said. Then he sighed deeply. “And I’m sorry for being an ass all day.”

“It’s ok,” you said, gently stroking his face with your hand.

“I just got a bit carried away. I’ve never had feelings like this before and I guess I just don’t know how to control them.”

“It’s ok, baby boy,” you comforted him. “We just need to be careful around the team.”

Spencer smiled and looked down at the ground. “We’re not around the team right now.”

You chuckled, considering his offer. It was true, the team was nowhere in sight in the small, dimly lit storage closet. And there were no active cases. And since you’d avoided conversation all day you were pretty much done all your paper work.

“Oh, what the hell,” you said, closing the gap between the two of you. When his lips met yours it sent a shiver through your body. Spencer’s tongue ran across your bottom lip begging for entry. You parted your lips, intertwining your tongues. You pushed Spencer against the back wall of the room, the impact causing him to moan. You wove your hands through his hair, pulling it gently.

When you became breathless you pulled away from him. His dazed eyes looked down at you as though he were in a euphoric state.

“Does that prove that it wasn’t just a one time thing for me, princess?” you asked smugly.

“I don’t know. I might need a little more convincing,” he smirked.

You placed your lips on his neck and began sucking. Spencer whined quietly at the sensation.

“You’re mine,” you whispered against his skin. “Your pretty eyes and your beautiful hair and your gorgeous body. It all belongs to me,” you praised.

You were so busy marking Spencer as your own and he was so busy taking pleasure from it that neither of you noticed the door to the storage closet open.

Elle was walking by when she heard what sounded like whimpering coming from the storage closet. She opened the door cautiously, curious as to what the noise was. Her jaw dropped when she saw the two of you inside. But when she realised that you hadn’t noticed her, she didn’t want to be the only one to witness the scene. She shut the door again, and quickly walked to the office.

“Yo, Morgan, get Garcia and JJ. You need to see this,” she laughed.

She led the others to the storage closet giggling as she reached the door. She opened it quietly revealing the two of you, too in the moment to notice them. JJ gasped and Garcia let out a hushed giggle.

“Getting two girls in two days, pretty boy,” Morgan said loudly. “That’s gotta be a new record.”

Spencer’s eyes burst open in surprise and you pulled away from him, eyes wide as you turned around to see your friends watching you.

“What the fuck?” you said, flustered.

“Fraternization in the work place. Tut, tut agents,” Garcia laughed.

“That’s not- we weren’t,” Spencer stuttered.

“No, it’s fine, Spence,” you reassured him. There was no point in lying this time. “Yeah, me and Spence were making out in a storage closet. Big deal.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Morgan chuckled.

“What about Lila?” JJ asked.

“Oh, I got over her. With a little help.” Spencer smiled shyly at you.

“Wow, Dr Reid, I didn’t know you were such a ladies man,” Morgan said, hitting Spencer on the shoulder.

You were about to tell everyone that the show was over when a voice made every one of you jump.

“What is going on here?” Hotch asked. None of you had realised that he’d joined you.

“Uhh,” Spencer began.

“Work place gossip?” Garcia lied uncertainly.

But it didn’t take a profiler to notice the marks you’d made on Spencer’s skin. Or your lipstick smudged over your face and his. So, being a profiler, Hotch understood the situation pretty quickly.

“You two, my office, now.”

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #sub!spencer reid #dom!reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid gifs #criminal minds

[starlightnorris]

tell me you love me - lando norris

just a short little friends to lovers blurb w lando

wc: 551

lando: where are you?

lando: y/n???

lando: please, y/n you’re scaring me

lando: please pick up the phone

y/n: lan, i’m fine please relax

y/n: i’ll be over in a minute

you stared at the text messages from lando, your heart racing as you tried to figure out how to talk to him. he was your best friend, the person you grew up with, the person who you’d always gone to with all your problems, but now, you knew your feelings for him were progressing way past what was normal. so here you were, hours late from when you said you would be over at his place for the movie night the two of you had planned.

“y/n, what the fuck. where were you?” lando says the moment he opens the door. his arms wrap around you tightly, the contact making you flinch. you’d hugged him countless times before, but you knew that you were about to ruin the friendship that had been a main source of joy for you over the past 15 years. “you scared me, i thought you got in an accident or something. are you okay?”

a soft laugh fell from your lips at his rambling, but your heart was racing as you took in his panicked expression. “i’m fine, i just lost track of time.” lies.

“are you okay? no offense, but you look like hell,” he says, a teasing grin on his face that quickly falls away when he realizes that you’re not laughing.  

“i feel like hell,” you mumble, staring at your hands as you continue to stand in the doorway.

as if he read your mind, he gently grabs your arm, pulling you inside and closing the door behind you. “do you want to talk about it?”

this was your moment to confess your feelings, but as you stepped inside, you wanted nothing more than to just go about your day as if nothing had changed. but that wasn’t fair to either of you. he deserved to know how you felt, even if meant potentially ruining a friendship that had been a lifeline for you.

he continues to look at you, his expression soft as his eyes trace over your features. “what’s wrong?” his voice is so soft that it nearly rips your heart out, the care for you evident in his tone.

“i-“ you start, letting out a nervous laugh. “i’m in love with you lando.” your words are so rushed and you’re not even sure he hears you because he just stares at you, a soft look in his eyes. “i understand if you don’t feel the same way. it’s not really fair for me to spring this on you when-“

“y/n,” he says quickly, cutting off your words. “if you would stop talking for 5 seconds, i could say that i have felt the same way forever.”

“what?”

“i’ve been in love with you for years,” he says, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you.

“lando norris, i swear if you’re lying to me, i am going to kick your ass,” you say, and he just laughs, moving closer to you and resting his hands on your waist.

“no lies here,” he says softly before moving to place his lips over yours. “i have and will always love you.”

#lando norris #formula 1 #formula one #f1 fic #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #f1 x reader

[stardustvanfleet]

Backstage Baby (Jake Kiszka x Groupie!Reader)

SMUT. 18+ ONLY! MDNI!!!!!

PAIRING: Jake Kiszka x F!Reader

WORDS: 4k

WARNINGS: Dom!Jake. BASICALLY PWP. rough unprotected sex, edging, daddy kink, light choking (blink and you’ll miss it), mix of praise and degradation, nicknames (baby, princess, good girl, slut), my obsession with jake’s silver medallion, ending with flirtatious fluffy aftercare.

A/N: i’ve been writing band rpf for years, but this is my first gvf fic! ever since seeing them in boston on 9/15, i have literally been walking around in a daze, daydreaming about going backstage with jake……. and this is the result lmfao. title inspired by B-Side Baby by Adam Ant. i’m always looking for more gvf friends to discuss ideas with….. and also just cry and lose my mind with LMAO. anyway— i hope you enjoy! XO, li

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No matter how many times you saw Jake up there, he still made you breathless.

That furrowed concentration on his brow as his expert fingers flew across the strings… his hair falling across his shoulders… the way he would rock and grind against his guitar, glowing under the lights as sweat dripped down his forehead, his chest bare and slick from perspiration…

You didn’t really ever plan on becoming a groupie. The effect that Jake had on you had been intense enough long before you started following Greta Van Fleet around the country, before you’d even once thought you’d ever be in a room with him smaller than a stadium. But you hadn’t expected anything like the way things had actually gone. They had always said real life was stranger than fiction, but you had never thought its twists and turns could be this earth-shattering.

It had started with the eye contact. The first few times it happened, you couldn’t be sure if you were imagining things, your head perhaps fuzzy from the thrill of numerous front-row nights in a row… but when Jake crouched down and leaned towards you mid-solo, his eyes meeting yours with a jolt of electricity, a wicked smirk on his face, you realized with a heart-stopping shudder that no, you hadn’t been imagining his eyes on you.

Those looks would intensify as the tour continued. He’d always somehow find you in the front row, letting his cool and confident gaze rest on you as he played, just long enough to leave you squeezing your thighs together involuntarily. One night, you had been approached by a stagehand, who simply passed you a note with directions to an afterparty, and even though the note had no signature, something deep down told you exactly who it had been from.

That was your first night with Jake, and you had left the next morning with aching legs that felt like jelly. Since then, every night had been fucking cinematic.

Tonight was no exception. It had been damn near impossible to take your eyes off of Jake before you’d even had any opportunity to speak to him, but now, knowing exactly what he was able to do to your body, how fucking incredible he could make you feel… seeing him like that onstage made you positively throb throughout the show, taking all of your energy just to keep your composure.

As the concert winded down, you slipped out of the pit up front, making your way to the backstage entrance. The security guards, who recognized you by now— still an odd feeling — let you in. You headed towards where you now knew the band would be coming down once they left the stage, your heart already pounding with anticipation, heat already beginning to pool between your thighs. You took a deep breath, tugging on the hem of your top, which you had intentionally chosen due to its short length: you loved the way it highlighted the curves of your waist and hips, and hoped Jake would too.

And, as always, once they emerged, it seemed as though everything was happening at once– pulling out earpieces, handing off instruments and passing equipment along – but your eyes were only on Jake, and, you realized with a shudder that wracked your entire body, his were on you.

Once his guitar had been handed off, Jake wasted no time in heading right towards you, grabbing your wrist, and leading you down the hall. He didn’t need to say anything; you knew exactly where he was taking you, and you instantly felt a wave of overwhelming desire wash over your every inch. It was truly absurd how little he had to do to turn you on.

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He pulled you into his dressing room, and immediately pushed your back up against the closing door. Jake’s large hands pinned your shoulders against it, a soft clicking sound occurring as the door locked automatically. His lips collided sloppily with yours, kissing you with a hunger that sent your head spinning, sparks of heat igniting deep within your core.

When he finally pulled back, grazing your bottom lip with his teeth as he did so, a shiver went down your spine, and it took you far longer than intended to regain composure and open your eyes. When you did, his heavy-lidded dark eyes were on you, pupils blown wide with desire. The dominance behind his expression was enough to cause an involuntary whimper to escape you, the sound of which brought out a smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“So needy today… What a dirty girl,” he said, his tone dripping with authority, making your knees immediately weaken. His eyes never left yours as he continued teasing, knowing by now what it did to you. He leaned in, making sure you got his next few words right in your ear. “You wanna get fucked tonight? Hm?” His voice was low and seductive, leaving one hand on your shoulder to keep you pinned to the wall, while his other one stroked first down your arm, then back up, your skin lighting up under his touch. As his body pressed up against yours, you could feel him, rock-hard and throbbing against your thigh, the sensation almost overwhelming as you found yourself nodding your head as hard as you could, already difficult to find the words.

That wasn’t enough, though, not for Jake. The hand that had been stroking up and down your bare arms moved abruptly to your jaw, holding it firmly in place so his gaze was locked on yours. “I asked you a question, princess.” Your lower lip trembled desperately as Jake tilted his head ever so slightly, his expression and tone just the right amount of patronizing as his hips began to roll at a slow but steady pace against you, breathing out, “You want this cock?”

“Yes, fuck,” you managed, already feeling lightheaded at just his words and close proximity.

“There you go,” he chuckled condescendingly at the sound of you using your words for the first time. He continued to rock up against your thigh, letting the hand on your jaw slide to your throat, but not lingering there too long, not giving you yet what he knew you wanted— just staying long enough to drag his long fingers down the sensitive skin of your neck, as if examining every inch of you. What a fucking tease.

“Jake, please,” you found yourself begging, taking your free hand and gripping the lapel of his black jacket— all he was wearing over his tanned, sweaty torso, which had been making your head spin all night— “I’m so fucking hot for you. So fucking wet for you. I want you so bad, please…”

The sound of your desperation made a low sound somewhere between a chuckle and a growl rumble in Jake’s throat, and if your panties weren’t soaked through already, that alone would have been enough to get you there.

Your begging had satisfied him, for now. Jake finally released his grip, freeing you from your position pinned up against the door, only to lead you over to the white leather couch in the corner of the room. Before having you sit, however, there were two things that needed to be done. First of all, he shrugged his black jacket off from his shoulders, throwing it to the floor behind him, leaving him standing before you in nothing but those sinfully tight pants and that silver necklace that drove you wild. Through your lightheadedness, you could tell how horny he was, too— his pants left almost nothing to the imagination, and the sight of the achingly large bulge straining against the tight black fabric was making your head swim, to say nothing of the heat between your thighs.

That was when he lowered himself just enough that his lips were in line with the top button of your jeans, and you felt all breath leave your body as he looked wickedly up at you. Going slowly enough to make you squirm, but not so slowly that you’d protest, Jake unzipped your bell bottoms. His gaze never left yours as he pulled them down your legs, revealing inch after inch of your skin to him, his tongue flicking out across his own bottom lip hungrily as he watched himself undress you— this gorgeous present, all his to unwrap.

As you had anticipated, your light pink panties were so soaked they had been rendered essentially useless as a means of covering you up, and the feeling of Jake’s eyes devouring the sight of your pussy through them were only making you wetter.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out, his eyes glancing up to meet yours for a moment before looking right back down at the burning heat between your legs. After a second or two of him just looking intently— as if committing the sight to memory— he spoke, saying, “Drives me fucking crazy…” as one of his hands found its way to the inside of your calf, stroking slowly up, further and further, “...how fucking wet you get for me, before I’ve even touched you. Goddamn.”

“Jake, please,” you begged again, your voice cracking a bit as you spread your legs to give him easier access to your inner thigh, his long fingers stroking and massaging you only centimeters from where you needed his touch the most. “I need your fingers… I need them… please.”

Your final “please” had such an undertone of neediness, desperation, it must’ve been exactly what Jake had been looking for-– and immediately, your eyes rolled back into your head as his long middle finger began to stroke deliciously up and down your clothed slit. He started at your entrance to gather your wetness through your panties, then slid upwards and flattened his fingertip out, letting the pad of the digit trace tight circles over your throbbing clit. Immediately upon the contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, you cried out, clapping a hand over your own mouth as you, in a cloud of arousal, watched Jake play with your pussy from his position between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours as he kept up his steady, rhythmic circular motions.

Time seemed to stop for what could have been seconds or minutes as Jake massaged your clit and teased your entrance through your dripping panties, and it was only when your eyes were watering and whimpers were falling from your lips that he pulled his hand back, the loss of contact making you let out an involuntary whine.

But once his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties, you realized he wasn’t teasing any longer— he was escalating. The thought made you shudder as he tugged the soaked scrap of fabric down your legs, Jake’s face flushed with heat, that gorgeous hair of his falling across his shoulders and sticking to his forehead.

Once your panties were off, he tossed them to the side, standing up and leaving you trembling on the leather couch as his hands moved down to his own waistband, his eyes meeting yours and his tongue once again swiping across his bottom lip hungrily. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he moved to pull his pants down— which, at this point, were pornographically tight— and, Jesus Christ, he looked angelic as they came off. His skin was glowing with sweat, and warm light from the dressing room’s lamps was glinting off the silver medallion around his neck. When he took his cock out, you let out yet another involuntary whimper.

Hard and thick, the tip already glistening with his arousal, just the sight of it made your mouth water. He wrapped his hand around his length, beginning to pump it up and down just slightly as he lowered himself onto the couch next to you, watching with blown-out pupils as you pulled your crop top over your head, revealing to Jake that you hadn’t worn a bra underneath it, your tits bouncing free. The realization made him growl under his breath between strokes of his cock, groaning, “Fuck… you do that for me?” Your nod made him groan all over again, rasping out, “Mmmm… you’re such a dirty girl… C’mere.”

The simple command was all you needed, giving into your desire and practically pushing yourself against his slick, toned body. The feeling of his hot skin against yours alone made you moan out loud as Jake’s hands found your hips, pulling you into his lap. Once you were straddling him, you were so close to his cock that you felt entirely lightheaded, knowing that if you rocked forward, your clit would get the most incredible friction rubbing up against his length…

But you didn’t have to do anything yourself. Before you could organize your thoughts, Jake was kissing you again, messy and filthy, his tongue and teeth everywhere, his mouth moving sloppily from your lips to your neck and back again, and suddenly you hadn’t any thoughts left at all beyond Jake, his hands, his body, and the feeling of his cold silver medallion pressing up against the skin of your breasts— grazing your nipple, making you gasp into his mouth, eliciting a dark chuckle form the man beneath you.

One of his hands took yours and guided it to his cock, and when your fingers wrapped around the velvety skin of his length the both of you shuddered in unison. Jake’s mouth immediately dropped open from the pleasure, murmuring another, “Fuck, princess,” his other hand slipping between your legs to start toying with your clit again. It didn’t take long for your legs to start to tremble. You were aching for him to fill you up.

You both worked each other like this for a minute or two, eyes growing more half-lidded and cheeks flushing ever pinker as you built up to the main event. Finally, after what seemed an achingly long time, Jake finally spoke, words coming in between his heavy panting that was making your whole body tremble.

“You want it, baby? You want this cock right now? You want Daddy to fuck you like the cute little slut you are?”

You moaned so desperately you hardly recognized your own voice. He always knew exactly when to bring things up a notch, and how. You were nodding your head before you could even speak, finally finding the words to beg, “Please, Daddy. I need it, I need your cock,” staring at him with lust-blown doe eyes.

Jake let out a true growl this time, and sat back further, spreading his legs wide, his cock thick and hard and waiting, your wetness all over his thigh from where you had been straddling him. When he spoke again, his voice was low and authoritative. “Then sit on this fucking dick.”

The sound that left your lips in response to his words was something beyond desperation. With trembling thighs, you positioned yourself over Jake as he gave his cock another couple strokes, lining himself up at your entrance, and saying lowly, hotly, “Look at me.”

You obliged without even having to think, and with your eyes on each other, taking in every little change in expression, you started lowering yourself onto him. Slowly but surely, you felt every single inch of his hard cock stretching you out, and as you took all of him as deep as possible, you made sure to keep your eyes right on his as your mouth fell open. He loved to see what he was doing to you.

He only waited a moment, giving you enough time to grab onto his shoulders for leverage, but not enough time to catch your breath, before his hands found your hips. His fingernails dug into your skin, something sexy, dangerous, and dark in his eyes that you instantly recognized. Oh. There would be no working slowly into things tonight. Tonight, Jake was entirely in control.

Roughly, quickly, he lifted you by the hips, before pushing you right back down onto his cock, making you cry out in ecstasy. It was only a moment before he lifted you right back up again, then shoving you back down onto him, giving you no rest from the sudden and overwhelming pleasure. His sense of timing, perfected from years of playing guitar, was more obvious than ever as he started to build up a rhythm that was dizzying in its relentless repetition. The way he was filling you up felt so fucking good, and it only intensified when Jake began to fuck up into you while pressing you down onto him, getting deeper and deeper with every thrust. You couldn’t hold back anymore, starting to moan out his name as he fucked you.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Jake groaned out, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead onto his chest, “Such a good girl… taking my cock so fucking well. Goddamn. So fuckin’ filthy.”

“Fuck, fuck, thank you, Daddy,” you were moaning, broken sounds falling nonstop from your lips as Jake slammed his cock into you, but when your eyes threatened to roll back into your head, he once again took your jaw in his large hand, forcing your gaze to stay on his.

“I told you to keep your fucking eyes on me when I fuck you.”

You whimpered, biting your lip, Jake’s relentless pounding hitting you right where it felt the best, the angle at which he was fucking you giving him perfect access to your sweet spot.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, fuck, fuck, don’t stop!” you begged, the combination of his cock filling you up and that low, sexy voice of his right in your ear completely emptying your mind of any other thoughts besides how fucking good he was making you feel.

Jake was speeding up now, and it was getting harder and harder for you to keep your eyes on him with the pleasure building so intensely within you. You knew you were close, and his labored gasps and breathless growls made it clear that he wasn’t far behind.

“Fuck, baby… that perfect pussy… she’s gripping me so fuckin’ tight,” he was groaning against you, and you were nodding desperately and moaning out obscenities, tears forming in your eyes from the unyielding ecstasy. One of your arms was still around his shoulders, while the other had a white-knuckled grip on his silver necklace as you rolled your hips in time with his thrusts.

He must’ve been able to tell you were close by the way your thighs began to shake, the way your moans turned into desperate, tiny whimpers, because you didn’t even have to say a word before Jake sucked his pointer and middle fingers into his mouth, getting them nice and slick before lowering them to trace tight circles onto your clit.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was all so much; so deliciously overstimulating— Jake’s cock deep in your pussy, his fingers working your clit just right, his dark eyes looking at you so intently that even the act of him simply watching you as you fell apart felt so fantastically filthy and sinful.

“Does my little slut wanna cum?” Jake growled through gritted teeth, still thrusting up into you as he managed one of those patronizing smirks that drove you wild, “Not yet. Not until I say so.”

You let out a desperate whine, whimpering weakly, “Jake— fuck, please, Daddy.” Every word took all of your focus and energy to stammer out, with Jake surrounding what felt like every inch of your body, from his cock pumping in and out of you, to his fingers on your clit, and the heat of his skin against yours.

“Be a good girl now,” he continued between grunts, fucking you deep and hard, his lust-blown eyes never once leaving yours, “I’m gonna count down. Then… and only then… you cum on my fucking cock.”

You managed to make the only sound you could— a whimper that sounded so pathetic and slutty you hardly recognized your own voice. Trying to find words now would be hopeless. It was all so much. It felt so fucking good. Tears began to spill from your eyes as Jake’s thick cock slammed against your g-spot over and over again, in perfect time with his calloused fingers relentlessly circling your clit.

He chuckled condescendingly. You could tell— he knew you were too fucked out to answer him.

“Here we go, princess… five…”

You were trembling, moments away from the edge, utilizing every bit of energy you had left to hold off the orgasm that threatened to overtake you any second.

“Four… three…”

You could barely breathe. Every sensation, every feeling, was layered on top of one other. The pressure on your clit. Jake’s eyes, watching you unravel. The feeling of his cock swelling inside of you as he pounded into your cunt. His other hand still gripping your hip for leverage, surely leaving bruises in the shape of his fingerprints.

“Two…”

He leaned right in, giving you a look so fucking intense and hungry that you felt yourself go lightheaded, that heat building, building… so close, so fucking close… he just had to say…

“One. Cum for me. Fucking cum.”

The moment the command left his lips, it was all over. The white-hot coil within you snapped, and your body was overtaken with bliss, shaking uncontrollably as you clenched down onto him, the feeling of your release all around him making Jake groan out a pornographic, “Oh, fuck.”

He kept up his pace as he fucked you and worked your clit through your orgasm, repeatedly biting his lower lip in concentration as he groaned out, “That’s it, baby, give it to me, soak my fucking cock.” The pleasure was dizzying, damn near overwhelming, and through your haze it was impossible to tell for just how long he helped prolong your climax while chasing his own.

With a delicious moan and a string of obscenities, Jake pulled out of your cunt just in time, thrusting into his hand and covering your stomach in his cum. Even through your post-orgasmic haze, the sight of him cumming all over you was so incredibly filthy you found yourself whimpering all over again, watching him through glazed-over eyes as he rode out his high.

When you both finally collapsed onto each other, panting, covered in sweat and cum, Jake groaned out a breathless, “Holy fuck,” before taking his hand and running it through your hair. There was a tenderness in his gaze and a softness in his tone as he asked, “Are you okay, baby?”

You nodded, slowly but surely coming back down to Earth. When you managed a dazed grin, he chuckled a little, smirking affectionately. He leaned in to press a kiss to your lips— this one far more gentle, but no less passionate. When Jake pulled back, he breathed out, “That was so fucking hot, baby… goddamn. You’re something else.”

You felt a blush creep up in your cheeks as he stroked your hair, then your back, his tender touches grounding you as you caught your breath against his chest. It was only after a good long while, once the stickiness on your stomachs became too much to bear, that he helped you to your feet, your thighs already feeling a familiar ache, knees still wobbling a bit. By now, you had found your words, and you thanked him, giggling shyly despite yourself.

He wrapped a plush towel around you, cleaning you up as best as he could, grabbing another towel for himself. It was after this, though, that he spoke.

“Come back to the hotel with me tonight.”

His words took you by surprise. Yes, you’d been to his hotel rooms before— but generally, you’d head there in order to fuck, not after it already had taken place. He must’ve been able to read your expression, because he continued, “I wanna take care of you, baby. It’s the least I can do… there’s a jacuzzi, we can get a nice bath going for you… and there’s a king-sized bed…”

And… you were blushing again. Of course.

You chewed on your bottom lip with nervous excitement, your heart already starting to beat faster. “Jake… that sounds perfect.” He smiled at you, looking utterly radiant, and you felt butterflies in your stomach all over again as he put his arm around you. “C’mon, gorgeous… let’s get you some of my clothes to put on. I’ve got a sweatshirt in here somewhere…”

As you melted into his touch, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. The night was only just beginning.

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A/N: thank you so so much for reading!! i would absolutely love to hear your thoughts either in the notes or through tumblr DMs. my ask box is always open for filthy thoughts, and i’m always looking for more gvf friends to discuss with 🥰 i’m also starting a taglist for any new fics i post, so be sure to let me know if you want to be added! XO, li

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[hamiltonaf]

Expecting the Unexpected | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Angst but turns into fluff / Kind of smutish towards the end / Cursing if you squint.

A/N: Thanks to anon for requesting. Currently working on other requests so hopefully they will be posted soon. Hope you guys enjoy .xoxo

2 years of marriage. It went by very quickly but gosh it annoys me being asked that one question since the day we were married. When are you guys having a baby ?

Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love kids and of course I want to see Kylian being a dad, but the idea of having a baby right now at the age of 23 wasn’t part of my plan. Studying a post graduate degree isn’t easy and especially going to work in between. I’ve heard it countless of times to drop work and studying because Kylian is there for me, but all I really want is independence and not having to hear one day that I used Kylian.

As family oriented as I am, I’ve come to a point where I try to avoid meeting any family - my own included - just to avoid being asked the dreaded question. I hate the idea that straight after getting married, all that’s left is to have kids… why can’t married couples enjoy their life for a few years at least before growing their family ?

Since Kylian’s season was over, my mother-in-law had invited Kylian and I for dinner. I was willing to go for dinner since I haven’t seen my in-laws in a while, but my mood turned sour when my boss instructed me that I needed to stay behind and do corrections to my work that was apparently incorrect.

Kylian had texted me asking me where I was and I replied back apologising that I won’t make it to dinner because my boss was holding me back to do extra work. He left me on read.

The corrections drove me insane because I did as I was told to do, but yet my boss gaslighted me saying that he told me to do something else. Asshole. I left work 2 hours later and went straight home, not knowing if Kylian was back from dinner or if he was still with his family.

As soon as I unlocked the door, I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter along with my bag. I could hear the TV playing and walked my way to the lounge. “Oh you’re here. Sorry I missed dinner. My boss was being such an ass and gaslighted me saying-“ “Save it” he cut me off as he continued to watch the TV. “Excuse me ? What do you mean save it ? I literally told you that my boss was holding me back to do extra work, I didn’t have a choice !” I raised my voice as I walked around the couch to stand in front of him with folded arms. His ‘don’t-care’ attitude was driving me insane, he literally had the audacity to continue watching TV.

“Kylian. I had a long day and the last thing I want is for us to argue” I toned down my voice. “I’m so done making excuses for you” he said as he finally met my gaze. “What excuse ? You didn’t even give me a chance to finish ! I was saying that my boss gaslighted me into thinking I did the wrong work when I literally followed his instructions. He held me back because he wanted me to correct it” I started to grow annoyed. “Lies lies and more lies. Just admit it (Y/N), you didn’t want to come to dinner because you’re worried about them asking you when we’re going to be parents. Do you know how embarrassing it is for me ? Our relationship looks so one sided” he raised his voice as he stood up and towered me.

“One sided ? You know that’s a lie. Also, enlighten me on how it’s embarrassing for you when I’m the one who’s expected to carry our child, not you ! So do tell me how you’re the one under pressure” I raised my brows. “How do I answer my mum when she asks me when will she be a grandmother ? What do you want me to say ? Oh don’t expect to be a grandmother any time soon because (Y/N) isn’t interested in having a child !” He yelled in my face.

“I- you know what, I can’t continue this conversation any further” I said calmly as possible before walking away from him. “No, we’re not done talking. Why do you keep running away from your problems ?” He asked as he followed me. “Can you just shut up ! Ugh !” I groaned as I walked to our room. With all my built up frustration and stress, I could feel tears start to pool at my eyes.

“(Y/N) answer me !” He said as I came to a halt. I looked up in hopes of getting rid of my tears, but the second I turned to look at Kylian the tears threatened to spill. His look softened when he saw the tears run down my face. He stepped closer and cupped my cheeks. “I’m sorry ma chérie” he said as he wiped my tears away with the pad of his thumb. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to try, and calm down. I walked away from him and walked to our en suite to lock myself in the bathroom.

He started knocking on the door and calling out,“Ma chérie, I’m so so sorry. Please forgive me. I hate fighting with you and seeing you cry. I’m just so frustrated from being asked the same question over and over.” I don’t know what came over me but I couldn’t stop crying to myself. I was so focused on my thoughts and emotions that Kylian’s words were inaudible.

After a minute the door had suddenly burst open. I looked up in shock to Kylian as he rushed to my side and pulled me in for a hug. “Please don’t scare me like that” he said softly. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and turned to look at him. “Are you crying ?” I asked as I half smiled. He nodded as I wiped away his tears. “Please talk to me. Tell me what’s going on. I hate being left in the dark, I don’t know what else to tell our family. Why can’t we have a baby ?” He asked.

“I love you Ky. I really do…but having a child after 2 years of being married wasn’t part of my family planning” I pouted. He pressed his lips together as a sign for me to continue.

He remained silent for me to get to my point. “Ky, if I barely spend time with you, why would I even think of us having a child right now ? I won’t lie that at times I did think that maybe us being parents would change things for the better but I kept holding back because I have too much on my hands right now” I said as I avoided his gaze. “Babe, then why don’t you drop studying and working ? Why put yourself through so much when I can be the one to provide for you and our baby” he said as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face. “It’s easy for you to say but I just happen to enjoy being independent. It’s how I’ve always been growing up, besides that, the last thing I want to hear is people calling me a gold digger or user blah blah. I didn’t marry you for your money, I married you because I love you” I pouted.

He broke into a smile as he cupped my cheeks and pulled me in for a sweet kiss. “Please don’t worry about what other people think. What’s mine is yours…I love you so so much. I’m sorry again for snapping at you, besides being asked that question so many times, I myself had questioned when will the day come that we’ll have our own mini us” he smiled at the thought. “I know you said that we barely spend time together, I’ll also take the blame for not spending more time with you when there were times that I could’ve made the effort. Again, I’m sorry for not being the greatest husband, I’ll try to do better” he said as he held my hands and rubbed small circles with his thumb.

“Please stop apologising. You’ve been such an amazing husband to me. I know this whole thing got blown out of proportion, we should have had this conversation sooner” I sighed as I pulled him along with me to sit at the edge of our bed. “I agree, but don’t feel pressured into doing anything. I get it” he said as he held my face with one hand. “This timing is really bad but I don’t think I can keep it a secret any longer. I’m pregnant” I pressed my lips together. “Stop playing with me babe” he half laughed. “Ky I’m serious. I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a dad !” I squealed.

“Wait. Really ?” He asked again. I nodded my head as he then screamed and jumped up whilst punching his hands in the air. Once again he cupped my cheeks and placed his lips on mine. He then lifted me up and spun us around the room. “I can’t explain to you how happy I am ! Why didn’t you tell me sooner and when did you find out ?” He asked eagerly.

“I found out about 2 days ago. I did a test because my period was late for about 2 weeks and I thought it was just one of those moments where it’s rarely late, I don’t know what made me take a test and a few minutes later I found out. I was planning to do a whole cute reveal for you but like I said, everything had gotten blown out of proportion. You didn’t know this, but I was actually looking forward to coming to dinner, I thought I could reveal it tonight just amongst our immediate family but then I was genuinely upset by my boss” I half smiled. “Oh no. Now I feel even more terrible. Babe I really am so sorry I just-“ I cut him off by grabbing his face and connecting our lips together.

Our lips moved in sync as he walked backwards to the edge of the bed. “Stop apologising” I said as I straddled his lap and broke away from our kiss. “I can’t believe we’re going to be parents. I can’t wait to be a dad. More especially, I can’t wait to see you grow and carry our baby. You’re already so sexy, I don’t know how I’ll contain myself seeing you from now on. I say that this calls for a celebration” he smirked. “I was hoping you’d say something like that” I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed the gap between us.

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[jimblejamblewritings]

the fake date plot | part 1.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Author's Note: Hello! Yes, I'm here with a wip before finishing my other stuff. The James girlies have led me down a rabbit hole and some of the cutest stories are in the James tag. So before you read this, please read: If I Kiss You, I'm Sorry by @astonishment which is what inspired this fic.

Warnings for the Series: literally none that I can think of this is supposed to be just good fluffy fun

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N II: I literally use whatever gif comes up when I type in 'James Potter' but imagine your own fancasts and I might switch up every now and then

Series Masterlist

“Prongs, there’s some owl at the window,” Remus said as he exited the kitchen. 

James lifted his head, trying not to disturb Peter who was using his chest as a headboard while he tried to solve the Rubik’s Cube Remus had bought him for his birthday. It was summer and naturally, as someone going into his last year of school when break ended, James threw a party at his house.

His parents were going to be on business trips most of the summer. The party was a major success. Only the marauders, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary were still there. They had all planned on staying, already having their trunks there. School was in two days. 

James hopped up from where he was on the floor, cleaning the smudge of his glasses. “Oh, that must be Elton.” 

“Elton?” Peter asked. 

“Y/N’s bird. She really likes Elton John’s music. He’s some muggle singer. Moony knows, the Crocodile Rock dude.” 

James left the rest of his friends in the living room to ask how he even knew you while he got your letter. He dug around the fridge to give Elton two blackberries as a thank you. James opened your letter in the kitchen before going back to his friends, in case your letter had confidential information in it.

He hid the smirk on his face behind the letter when he saw his friends’ expressions. They totally bought it and they would buy it even more when he saw you on the Hogwarts Express in two days. You and James came up with the best fake date plot known to man last school year: 

It was the Yule Ball. Hogwarts kept the name even though you didn’t have Triwizard Tournaments every year. The students like that. It was always fun to go to a ball. It was also nerve wracking. Everyone was trying to get a date or they’d risk being talked about for a century. James was failing at asking Lily out and you were failing at avoiding a few boys that wanted to ask you out. None of them were the guy you wanted to ask you out. 

Even when you got to the ball, boys were still trying to ask you to dance. You grabbed a cup of punch and excused yourself. You walked further away from the Great Hall and to a small corridor. A dark figure made you stop for a moment before continuing on your path. A sniffle made you stop completely. 

“Are you okay?” 

James jumped. Wiping at his eyes, he looked over at you. James stuttered through lies before giving up and turning the other way to lean his back against the windowsill. He took a sip of the drink he had in his hand and looked over at you. 

“She can't even spare a dance with me. I thought everything was going well this year.” 

You gave a dry laugh. “I totally know the feeling.” 

James raised an eyebrow. He patted the space next to him and went to join him at the windowsill. The two of you clinked glasses and downed the rest of your drinks. James disappeared the cups. 

“So which bloke did you want to dance with?” 

“Oh, I don’t really think that’s important.” 

“Nope, Y/N. It is totally important. I’ve poured my heart out to you, it’s just not right to be the only one.” 

“Fine. Xenophilius… Don’t laugh.” 

“I’m not laughing. Him? Really?” 

“I know he’s snogged a lot of people but h—” 

“Love, he’s shagged nearly all of Ravenclaw. The only long term relationship he’s ever been in was Pandora.” 

“But they lasted all of fifth year plus the Ministry added eighth year so there’s still time to see him a lot.” 

“Ugh, don’t remind me about eighth year.” 

The Ministry was very concerned with the amount of Hogwarts graduates getting married and having children right after leaving school. Especially when a good chunk of them died either fighting for Voldemort or against Voldemort. Adding an extra school year was a way to try and quell that phenomenon. As someone so close to graduating, you hated it at first. It became only a minor annoyance when you realized the Ministry probably wouldn’t be changing their minds until Voldemort was defeated. 

James shrugged his shoulders. “So what’s your plan exactly? Pine after Xeno all of next year and then when eighth year comes around hope he stops hooking up in Gryffindor locker rooms long enough to realize you’re perfect for him?” 

“He hooks up in Gryffindor locker rooms?” you asked with slightly widened eyes. 

“Unfortunately. Our rooms are closest to the pitch, easier to sneak in and out during games.” 

“Do you really think I’m perfect for him?” 

“Y/N,” James said with a roll of his eyes. “I haven’t sat next to you in Potions every class since first year to not know that if Xeno took just a week off from trying to fuck everything with a pulse he’d know you are one of the nicest and cutest girls he’s ever going to get. You’re wicked smart too which is up his alley… I still don’t understand how he still gets the grades he does.” 

“Thanks, James. For what it’s worth, I think Lily is missing out on a very observant and handsome and sweet guy even if your pranks go a little too far sometimes.” 

“Well, we only save those for people that like to pick on those smaller than them.” 

“I know.” 

“Do you feel like going back to the ball? Because I don’t.” 

“Not really.” 

James held out his arm. “Shall we make our way to Gryffindor, my lady.” 

“We shall, good sir.” 

You and James skipped through the halls until you made it back to Gryffindor tower. You ended up following him up to his dorm which you had never seen before. Despite being assigned class partners since you two were eleven, you weren’t exactly friends with James Potter. Just acquaintances was what you were. 

The marauders’ dorm was nice. The first thing you noticed was the fact that they reconfigured their beds. Almost every bed was laying horizontal and flush against the wall, like a bed turned couch. And the wardrobes were also flush against the wall either at the head or foot of the beds, whichever allowed all the beds to see each other. You’d have to proposition your roommates about doing that. It made the space so much wider and seemed to give everyone a personal area. 

James led you to his bed area with a blue rug in front of it. You took off your shoes and set them neatly next to his, noting how he was very organized about his shoes being lined up underneath the bed. James moved to the wardrobe at the foot of his bed. His hand dug through the shelves for his pajamas. 

“Do you want something to change into?” 

You took some of his clothes with a thanks and went into the bathroom to wash and get changed. You and James were going to open the firewhiskey in Sirius’ trunk and vent to each other while getting progressively drunker. James started to make himself a little cot on the floor while you took a shower. Something told him that you two would probably stay up late and potentially fall asleep. He already decided that you were getting the bed. 

You laid down on the bed and ate some fizzing whizbees while waiting for James to finish showering. You shot up when James practically broke his own door. His hair was still wet and his clothes looked very disheveled on him. 

“I have a plan so dumb it might work on luck alone,” he said as he shook your shoulders. 

“I’m listening.” 

“Go out with me.” 

You laughed. “James, are you already drunk?” 

“Just a bit tipsy. But listen to me. You want Xenophilius, I want Lily but neither of them seem to really notice us. So let’s make them notice.” 

“You want to make them jealous?” 

“Well, I don’t know if they’ll be jealous but I want to make them feel something. Don’t you think they would at least be curious about why we suddenly stopped pinning over them? They’d at least talk to us more, I just know it.” 

“Okay, one problem. You scream through the corridors about how much you love Lily. I think only my friends know that I like him and one of those friends is Lily.” 

“You two are friends?” 

“Well, we’re roommates, one of the few Gryffindor dorms with five girls. I’m really just friends with Dorcas and Alice when she’s not holed up in Hufflepuff.” 

“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re gonna have to do something embarrassing.” 

And that was how you found yourself waiting outside Ravenclaw’s locker room before the big quidditch match on the last day of first semester. If anyone talks, it’s going to be quidditch players. They chuckled a bit while you waited for Xenophilius to come outside, some even going back in to tell him that you were there. 

He finally left the dressing room after what seemed like forever and stood right in front of you. Reluctantly, you gave him a small gift and wished him luck before scurrying to find your roommates in the stands. You didn’t think it would take very long for the gossip to spread. What you didn’t expect was for you to get the label of a lovesick puppy. That was worse than what they called James. You told him such over winter break. 

The two of you were at his house for the entirety of the break, teaching each other all about yourselves and finishing the plot. You two wouldn’t start fake-dating until the start of seventh year, on the Hogwarts Express to be exact… with James doing a big gesture that was entirely his idea. He was super invested in making it believable. If it wasn’t believable then there was no point. 

James handed over your letter to Peter who was still next to him. “Y/N says hi and she’s sorry she couldn’t make it to the party.” 

“Since when were you talking to our roommate?” Marlene asked. 

“Since I’ve sat next to her everyday in Potions and Transfiguration since we were first years.” 

“You’ve been assigned that long?” 

“Yeah,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Minnie and Slughorn never switched us. I should probably write something back to her.” 

The only thing in James’ letter was that he thinks the plan might work. Everyone perked up at the notion of you two being secret friends so maybe fake-dating would work after all. You threw the letter into your trunk and headed to Platform 9 and ¾. You went to find Alice who would hopefully be alone or with her other Hufflepuff friends. 

That was what James wanted anyway. He came in about halfway through the train ride when you were in the middle of talking with your friends. James sheepishly held up a sweater and tapped on the window. Alice nodded for him to come in. The girl was shocked when he immediately turned to you. 

“Bug?” 

“Yes, Prongs?” 

“Do you remember last year when you said you sew? Do you think you can mend this?” 

“It’s not even autumn yet. Why do you need the jumper now?” 

“I just thought I’d forget unless I said it right at this moment.” 

You rolled your eyes but looked for a sewing kit in your trunk. Setting it on the bench, you grabbed the sweater and gently pushed him out of the room. 

“Why am I friends with you?” 

“Because you love me.” 

“Goodbye, James Potter.” 

“Bye, Bug. Thank you.” 

You sat back down and dug through your sewing kit before muttering that you didn’t have navy blue thread and would try to find some. You had already known that you didn’t have the correct color thread. But a certain Ravenclaw probably did. Your hand shook a bit as you closed the door to your compartment: 

“What are Xeno’s hobbies?” James asked when you two took a break to hang out at the pool in his backyard when you arrived early in the summer. 

“I don’t know.” 

“That’s a load of bull. I know Lily’s favorite gemstone is carnelian because it matches her hair. So what’s one of the man's hobbies?” 

“He likes to sew.” 

“Oh this is brilliant.” 

You knocked on the door of the train compartment that Xenophilius, his friends, and the new girl he was with for the start of school. He and his friends smiled at seeing you and let you in. You held up the sweater. 

“Do any of you have navy blue thread? I’m trying to mend a jumper.” 

Xeno summoned the spool of thread from out of his trunk. He held it up in his hand until you came in to receive it. His hold lingered on yours. 

“You like to sew?” 

You shrugged. “It’s more of a hobby. I’ve only ever done stuff for myself until now.” 

“Is that for your mum? My first gift to someone else was for my parents.” 

“No, James Potter. The idiot can’t mend a simple hole in a sweater. Thank you for the thread, I’ll return it before dinner.” 

You smiled a little as you walked back to your compartment. Xenophilius’ smile had twitched a bit when you mentioned James’ name. Maybe his plan might work. Your friends had clearly been gossiping about you when you were gone. There was no doubt that the Ravenclaws were gossiping about you when you left. And because James insisted that you give him his sweater once everyone got into the Great Hall, you were sure other people were bound to gossip. 

James ignored the other marauders when they got back to their dorms. He’d tell his friends the truth eventually but it was necessary they also believe the lie for at least a month or two. You and him were supposed to be close friends for the first month. If Lily or Xenophilius didn’t make a move from that alone then you would start fake-dating. It was a foolproof idea really.

(part 2)

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A longread on writing comedy

This is what I do to research writing comedy:

What helped me most was analyzing a lot of jokes: "It's funny. Why is it funny? How does this joke work?" Usually it's something that subverses the expectations in a specific way or an unexpected collision of two things. (Like a pun is a collision of sound and meaning.) For my analysis, I wonder: "What is the expectation after the set-up? Why do I have this expectation? How does the pay-off subverse the expectation? Why does it still make sense in relation to the set-up?"

For example: I unleashed this kind of analysis on the movie George of the Jungle. It has a surprisingly high hit rate, I think around three jokes per minute in the first one third of the movie, and it still manages to get the story going and the characters introduced. I’ve mentioned this before, but I don’t think I gave examples, and you know I’m all about the teaching.

I found at least 17 types. Heads up, this is going to be a longread.

Type 1: Puns

Narrator: “When they finally beheld the mighty Ape Mountain…” [They see a mountain shaped like a gorilla head.] Narrator, cont’d: “… they reacted with awe.” All: “Aww.” Narrator: “I said ‘awe”. A-W-E.” All: “Ooh!” Narrator: “That’s better.”

Explanation:

The pun lies in the fact that “awe” and “aww” sound the same.

There is a visual type of comedy as well that we can’t effectively reproduce in writing: the mountain is shaped like a gorilla head.

BTW: the narrator defies genre expectations by interacting with the characters, and the characters defy genre expectations by being able to hear the narrator.

Type 2: Tone of voice

Narrator, about the main characters: “Scraped and boo-booed, they searched high and low.

Explanation:

“Boo-booed” is a children’s word, not the tone you would use for a hero. Compare “tummy” and “stomach”.

Type 3: Defying genre expectations

[The guide falls off a rope bridge into a deep chasm.] Narrator: “Don’t worry—nobody dies in this story. They just get really big boo-boos.”

Explanation:

The narrator is breaking the fourth wall.

Again: tone of voice with the “boo-boos”.

Contrast between the boo-boo and the injuries one usually suffers after falling into a deep chasm.

Type 4: Not defying genre expectations

[A lion appears from the bushes. A baby monkey makes a sound like “uh-oh”.] [The baby monkey does the Tarzan call and bangs its chest.] [The lion flees.] [The monkey giggles.] [The monkey gives George a thumbs up.] [From the bushes, the lion winks at George. George winks back.]

Explanation:

Expectation: the lion is a danger to the baby monkey and George will need to fight it to save the monkey.

Defying expectations: the monkey and the lion are in on the plan.

Not defying genre expectations: George of the Jungle is clearly based on Tarzan. George doesn’t refer to that fact, but the monkey does, by doing the Tarzan call and banging its chest.

Improbable: monkeys who giggle and give thumbs up.

Impossible: lions who wink.

Type 5: Contrast

Narrator: “Meanwhile, 43 vines away, George’s kingdom is being threatened by a terrifying intruder.” [We see the adorable Leslie Mann, who plays Ursula, smiling and talking to the camera.] Ursula: “Hi! It’s me again!”

Explanation:

Contrast between what the narrator says and what we see.

The narrator isn’t lying. He refers to Lyle and the poachers who will be introduced in this scene.

There’s also humor in the phrase “43 vines away”, because of the overt specificity and because a vine is not a measure of distance.

Type 6: Oblivious character

[Lyle takes a Polaroid picture of one of the guides.] Lyle: “Do you like it? Magic picture. Yet another gift from America. Here you go. You’re welcome.” [The guide replies in Swahili. There is no translation in the subtitles.] [All the guides laugh.] [The guide continues in Swahili. Only the last few words are in English: “35 mm.” The guide takes his own camera and snaps a picture of Lyle.] [All the guides and Ursula laugh.] Lyle, not amused: “Translation, please.” Other guide: “He says he likes your magic pictures, but he prefers the resolution of the Leica 35 mm transparencies.” [Everyone but Lyle laughs.] Other guide, cont'd: “He also says your lens is dirty, but he has the equipment to clean it for you.”

Explanation:

Lyle doesn’t understand Swahili, while the guides understand everything Lyle says to them in English.

The fact that Ursula, Lyle's fianceé, understands Swahili and laughs along with the guides, is adds contrast to his obliviousness.

Lyle is the butt of the joke. He humiliates the guides and now he’s humiliated on his own turf while the guides don’t stoop down to his level.

This joke is threefold: 1. The set-up: Lyle is the arrogant asshole who thinks he’ll show the locals about technological development. 2. The guide is not only not impressed, he knows Polaroid and has a camera of his own, and is knowledgeable. 3. And he demonstrates his superiority in a (more or less) polite way.

Type 7: Slapstick

[George is swinging on the vines.] Narrator: “He is swift. He is strong. He is sure. He is smart.” [George hits a tree and falls.] Narrator, deadpan: “He is unconscious.”

Explanation:

Slapstick is another type of humor that barely translates to written fiction, when the actors behave silly, for example by falling over, hurting themselves, or others. It's often over the top. Laurel & Hardy is a well-known example of slapstick.

Type 8: Alliteration

Narrator: “The tired trekkers trudged on feverish footsies over perilous paths.”

Explanation:

If several words in each other’s vicinity start with the same letter, it’s called alliteration.

Note that "footsies" is another example of a contrast in tone of voice—it’s another children’s word.

Type 9: Improbable things

[George spins a lion over his head.] George: “George not even trying hard.”

Explanation:

While not impossible, spinning an actual lion over one’s head is improbable and thus goes against real-world expectations.

Type 10: Impossible things

[A gorilla called Ape enters George’s tree house and scares Ursula.] Ursula: “What does it want? What does it want?” Ape: [points at a big book] “It wants its Physician’s Desk Reference, if you don’t mind, unless you’d rather die of dengue fever, of course.” [Ursula faints again.]

Explanation:

Gorillas can’t talk, can’t read, and aren’t usually well-versed in curing tropical diseases.

Type 11: Breaking social norms

[Ursula is unconscious. George licks her face, clearly meaning well.]

Explanation:

In our society, it is not only considered impolite but also gross to lick the face of a stranger. The fact that George does this anyway, clearly not realizing he does something wrong, is a subversion of what we’d expect of social norms and behavior.

Type 12 and 13: Hyperbole and understatement

[Earlier, Ursula fainted when she saw Ape talk and do human things.] [Ape is reading when he sees Ursula look at him. He panics, throws the book away, starts grunting, and bangs his chest.] [Ursula faints again.] Ape: “Eh.”

Explanation:

Ursula fainting again is a hyperbole: a reaction that is stronger than expected.

Ape saying “Eh.” is an understatement: a reaction less strong than expected.

Type 14: Obvious repetitions

Ursula: “… And I didn’t want my fianc—Um, this guy I was with, to worry.” Narrator, a few moments later: “George and Ursula set out on a desperate search to find her fianc—Uh, that guy she was with.”

Type 15: Stating the obvious

[We see the guide’s hand, pointing at a really big footprint in the mud.] Narrator: “Meanwhile, back at the really big footprint in the mud, (...)”

Explanation:

Stating the obvious can be funny because the audience doesn’t expect you to do or say this because it is so very obvious.

Type 16: Adult humor

[George watches Ursula sleep.] George: “George having stirrings of special feelings right now.” Ape, drily: “I see.” George: “Good thing she same species, huh?”

Explanation:

Ape’s reply, “I see”, could be an innuendo, but it doesn’t come across as a joke (to me at least). Maybe it’s downplayed because it’s a children’s movie.

If this is an innuendo, it’s a play on words. “I see”, figuratively, for “I understand”, or literally for “Yes, I can tell from your erection.”

“Good thing she same species” because George shouldn’t have stirrings of special feelings for animals.

Type 17: Rhyme

[George is swinging on a vine.] George: “Look, like this!” Song: “He flies through the air with the greatest ease.” Song, cont’d: “Our daring young man on the flying trapeze.” [George hangs upside down from a vine.] George: “Look, no hands.” Song, cont’d: “His movements so grateful, all girls he could please.” Song, cont’d: “And with love he is swinging away…” [On the ground, gorillas frantically run back and forth with a safety net.] Song, cont’d: “He flies through the air with the greatest of ease.” Ursula: “George, watch out for that—” Song, cont’d while George yelps: “Our daring young man on the—” [Song stops abruptly.] [Thud] [George grunts.] Ursula: “… tree.”

Explanation:

When words end in the same sounds, we call it rhyme.

It’s physically impossible to hang from a vine with no hands.

The gorillas with the safety net imply that they expect George to fall.

Also, it’s improbable that gorillas would do this.

Slapstick: George hitting the tree.

Comedic timing: Ursula being just too late to warn George about the tree.

Song + Ursula: “Our daring young man on the—tree.” Because by then he is literally stuck to the tree.

Or throw everything at the audience, whatever.

[George has a pet elephant, Shep, who behaves like a happy doggy.] [Shep is chewing a humongous bone.] Narrator: “Later, they rested, while the tired tusker teethed on a… Wait a second, the dog bone is too much. Lose it.” [The dog bone disappears.] Narrator: “That’s better.” [Shep whines.]

Explanation:

Improbable: Pet elephant who behaves like a doggy.

Alliteration: “tired tusker teethed”

Fourth wall: the narrator comments on the story while it is going on, and edits it.

*** Here are some other funny situations from the movie. Try to analyze what’s going on. Usually you can spot several types.

Situation 1

Narrator: “Meanwhile, at a very big and expensive waterfall set, Ursula was amazed that she was lost in the wilderness with a jungle man.” Ursula: “And here I am, lost in the wilderness with a jungle man.”

Situation 2

Narrator: “The guides came dangerously close—” Narrator: “That is, dangerously close to shove a coconut up in Kyle’s—” Narrator: “Sleeping bag.”

Situation 3

Lyle: “I am the richest, handsomest, smartest guy here, so I get to go first!” [Lyle pushes past everyone, trips over a tree stump and lands face first in a steaming pile of elephant poop.] Lyle: “There’s an elephant here.” Guide, while looking straight into the camera: “Bad guy falls into poop. Classical element of physical comedy.” Guide, cont’d: “Now comes the element where we throw our heads back and laugh.” Guide, cont’d: “Ready?” Other guides, while also looking straight into the camera: “Ready!” [All the guides throw their heads back and laugh.] [Monkey laughs and points at Lyle.] [Off-screen, other animals make laughing sounds.] Lyle, spitting out poop: “Those are nowhere near properly digested.” Lyle, cont’d: “In case anyone is wondering, I’m okay.”

Situation 4

[Cliffhanger: it looks like Lyle has shot George from up close.] Narrator: “Whew! Okay kids, let’s settle down and review the important information. Lyle is a big doofus. Poor George was actually shot but can’t die because, let’s face it, he’s the hero. So, the naturally concerned and preternaturally wealthy Ursula Stanhope whisked George away on a private jet bound for the country of his birth—” [George has a tiny band-aid on his forehead.] Narrator, cont’d: “—where he’s gonna get the finest medical treatment available!” Ursula: “I’m gonna get you the finest medical treatment available.”

Situation 5

Narrator: “Well, Ursula […] could use a best friend now.” Best friend: “Hi!” Ursula: “He’s in the shower.” Best friend, distracted: “Not anymore.” George, naked: “Bad waterfall. First, water get hot—” [A sexy saxophone plays] George, cont’d: “Then George slips on this strange yellow rock.” [Perspective: the camera looks at the two women, seen from between George’s legs. They are clearly ogling his crotch.] [Ursula swoons.] George, noticing the friend: “Hi! George of jungle.” Friend, eager: “Charmed, I’m sure.” [Ursula hands George objects that barely cover his crotch. The camera switches back to a frontal view of George. The friend is still ogling George.] Best friend, mumbling appreciatively: “I see why they made him king of the jungle.” *** I hope this was helpful. Don’t hesitate to ask me any questions, and happy writing!

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[mynameismckenziemae]

In Case You Didn’t Know

Part 8

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: Bradley greets you at the airport and you find something interesting while packing up Jake’s apartment.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, this one gets a bit kinkier 😏🥴smut, mutual masturbation, toy use, ass play

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“How much stuff do you have in San Diego?” You ask as you towel-dry your hair.

“Not much, mostly just clothes. The apartment came with furniture and never felt like getting my own. Guess even my subconscious knew I wasn’t planning on staying there long-term. I asked because I really just want you to come with me and meet the crew.”

“Good, your clothes should fit here, unless you have more than me. I wasn’t sure how we’d fit furniture though. And of course, I’ll come,” you smile. You’ve seen pictures but were excited to meet the people you’ve heard so much about.

He’s stuck on the first part of your reply. “You want me to move in?”

You nod. “I do, if you want to. I love waking up to you every morning. Even if you do hog the covers.”

“Do not,” he argues, snapping you with his wet towel.

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Jake: I told her about the job and moving back home. She asked me to move in…like fully move in since I’m already basically living here.

🐓: Nice! Is she coming with you to get things settled here?

Jake: Yes. I ordered the ring today, it should be here by Tuesday. Are you sure you don’t mind recording? My ma will kill me if she doesn’t see it. She’s already mad she won’t be there. 🙄

🐓: I’m sure. I love your mom already.

🐓: Almost as much as your sister 🥵🤤

Jake: 🖕🏻

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Jake brings you a beautiful bouquet of flowers on Wednesday, the day before you leave when he comes for his last appointment to be cleared with Dr. Hayes.

“Oh they’re beautiful, thank you,” you say, kissing him on the cheek, smiling at the blush that spreads over his face.

“Beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl,” he replies. You roll your eyes but smile.

“I think Hayes is ready for you,” you say, leading Jake to his office.

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“Everything looks great, Jake. You’re cleared to get back to it,” Hayes tells him as he signs the forms. “Char told me you’re moving back though?”

“Yeah, after I get everything taken care of in San Diego. I took a position as an instructor in Kingsville, so I should be home most nights, other than short trips for training. The accident not only scared me but made me realize what’s really important,” Jake answers as he puts his shoe back on.

“I’ve never seen her happier. She hasn’t been herself since her mom got sick and then passed away. It’s so good to see her smile again.”

“Yeah, I agree. Can you keep a secret?” Jake asks as he gets off the exam table to sit in the chair by the desk.

“Yes, unless it’s something bad. My loyalty lies with Charlie,” Hayes says seriously as he continues working on the endless forms, but his lip quirks.

“It’s not. I’m gonna ask her to marry me when we’re in California,” Jake smiles.

Hayes drops his pen. “Oh man, that’s great! Congratulations!” He grins, clapping Jake on the back.

“She hasn’t said yes yet, but thanks,” Jake laughs.

“She will.”

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The flight to San Diego is uneventful and the first thing you see by the baggage is the uniformed man with a mustache that you’ve heard so much about holding a bright pink sign that reads, ‘Welcome Home from Rehab Jake! Your Sex Addiction Doesn’t Define You!’

“For fucks sake, Bradshaw,” Jake mutters when he’s close enough to read it.

You laugh and meet Bradley in a hug. “I’m Bradley or Rooster. Nice to finally meet you, Charlie.”

“Nice to meet you too, thanks for helping him get to me,” you reply. “I love the sign.”

“Yeah. Real funny. Did you manage to think of that one yourself?” Jake says, cracking into a smile before he hugs him too.

“Nah, good ol’ Google helped me with it,” he grins.

Bradley drives the two of you to Jake’s apartment, helps get your bags inside, and opens the windows to air out the stale space while Jake changes.

“He looks so much better than when I dropped him off at the airport. Not just the injuries, he looked haunted almost. I would’ve flown with him had I known the idiot was going to take an Uber to your house,” Bradley says with a sigh.

“He sure does, I’ve never seen him look the way he did when he showed up on my doorstep. It’s not your fault, thanks for getting him as far as you did,” you smile.

“So tell me about Emma. Jake won’t give me anything, I think he’s just trying to be a protective big brother, but-“

“He’s not. He’s protecting you,” you laugh. “Emma is an amazing woman, but she’ll eat you alive. She’s a large animal vet. She’s wild, fun, incredibly smart, and a fiercely loyal friend but has no interest in relationships,” you smile sadly, remembering how gutted Emma was after her breakup with her high-school sweetheart. Something more had happened but she never would talk about it.

“Hmmm,” Bradley hums as if he’s undeterred.

“I’m good to go, you’ll be okay here for a bit? I’ll ride with Bradshaw but my truck’s in the garage if you want to go anywhere,” Jake says entering the living room.

“No problem, I can start packing for you…” you trail off as your mouth goes dry when you see him in his service khakis.

He smirks when he watches you look him over, eyes lingering where his biceps strain against his sleeves.

“I’ll uh, meet you outside. Not to be a cockblock but Cyclone’s expecting us in 20 minutes. See ya later, Charlie!” Bradley says as he shuts the door, noticing the heat in your gazes.

Jake grips the back of your neck and drags you to him in a rough kiss. “You looking at me like that does things to me, Charlie,” he murmurs against your lips.

“Like what?” You smile at his growl.

“This,” he groans as he brings your hand to palm his erection.

“Mmmm, I’ll take care of this later, I promise. You better go though, don’t want to leave on a bad note,” you say, pulling back from his lips and giving him a final stroke of your palm.

“Yeah, you’re right. Fuck,” he sighs, combing a hand through his hair before adjusting himself and heading to the door. “Love you.”

“Love you too!”

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It doesn’t take you long to get his belongings into boxes before you move to the bedroom to pack his clothes. You smile, even though he’s been gone for several weeks, it still smells of his cologne and a hint of leather.

After you have his clothes put away, you check the drawer of his nightstand. You laugh (and blush) at what you find; a half-empty bottle of lube, tissues, expired condoms, a stroker toy, and a picture of you. It’s from a few summers ago when you went with your mom and his family up north fishing. You’re standing with your back to him at the edge of the dock, in a cheeky bikini, laughing at something he said.

It’s a cute picture, but the crinkled corner and the fact that it was hidden with those other items tell you exactly what he was doing while looking at it.

You take a picture of it, along with the other things you found, and send him a text.

Charlie: Found this picture of me hidden in your nightstand with some other interesting items. Did you use a PG-13 picture of me to jerk off? You do know PornHub is free, right? 😂

Jake: …no comment.

Charlie: I want to watch you use the toy. Like right when you get home.

Jake: Jesus. Okay. How do you even know what that is? From your sex books?

Charlie: You do know PornHub is free, right? 😏

Jake: Thanks for that visual. I’m hard now.

Charlie: 😘

Jake: We should be wrapping up here shortly, see you soon.

Charlie: I’ll be here waiting on your bed, touching myself.

Jake: Fuck. Don’t you dare stop before I get there.

Charlie:🫡

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Jake bursts through the front door exactly 23 minutes later, and you’re nearing your second orgasm as he enters his bedroom, nearly tripping when he tries to get out of his pants.

“Don’t break your other leg,” you smile, sighing when you circle your clit faster, bringing yourself to the edge again quickly as you feel his eyes on you.

“Fuck!” You cry, arching your back as he leans forward, pushing your hands out of the way to lick your arousal, flicking his tongue over your clit. That’s all it takes for you to come apart with a drawn-out moan.

You have to stop him from going back for more. “I want to watch you now.”

His eyes close with a shudder. “Okay.”

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“You are so fucking hot, Jake,” you breathe as you watch.

His eyes fall shut with a grunt at your words. His back is against the headboard, his hand fisting his cock. You’re kneeling between his legs, running your fingers over his thick, muscular thighs.

You lean forward like you’re going to kiss him but duck your head right before his lips touch yours to flick your tongue over his nipple. You smile at his frustrated sigh.

You tease his nipples, alternating between them with your fingers and mouth; pinching, biting, twisting, sucking. You commit to memory what elicits the best sounds before pulling back to hand him the lube and the toy.

“Do you want to see my collection when we get back? I haven’t needed any of my toys since we’ve gotten together but I think it’s only fair since I get to watch you.”

“Hell yeah I do,” he pants before he pushes into the lube-slicked toy with a groan

“Feel good?” You ask, biting your lip.

“Not even close as good as you, but yeah.”

Excess lube slides down his shaft, giving you an idea as you collect some on your finger.

“Can I try something?”

“Anything your kinky heart desires, sweetheart,” he replies.

You encourage him to scoot down further and bend his knees. Your left hand cups his sack as your right brushes the sensitive skin below and he jolts when your lubed finger finds his hole.

“This okay?” You ask when you lightly circle the tight ring of muscle.

“Mhmm, just surprised me,” he chuckles, but it turns into a moan when you lightly press.

You continue for a few minutes, circling and pressing, circling and pressing. “Still okay?” You ask as you push your finger in, letting him get used to the feeling.

“Yeah, still-holy shit!” He gasps, gripping the base of his cock to stave off his orgasm. “Wait-just…give me a second and do it again.”

“Found your prostate,” you smile, kissing his knee and rolling his balls in your left hand again until he relaxes.

His back arches when you press brush over it a second time, “Fuck! Please, again?” He rasps, tears are beginning to leak from his eyes.

His head drops back against the headboard as he jerks himself faster, the toy making lewd squelching sounds when you press gently once more. You whimper as you watch him cum with a broken sob.

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{4} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Jongho)

Words: 4,905

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I know I keep saying this, but I'm super excited for you all to see what I have planned for this series. There’s a bit more plot drops in this chapter, and mentions of things still yet to come, so I really hope you like it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Mini Masterlist

Nothing but the sounds of the forest surround you as you trudge through the bush. Your footsteps are quick, even, not daring to make a sound. Years of practice has made you able to tread cautiously through every situation and terrain, not even the exhale of your breath falling on prying ears.

This is how you are able to lose Jongho.

The male silently curses himself for trailing so far behind that you manage to slip his sight. He didn’t want to chase you away, but now that he knows what you are, he’s sure that you’re purposely doing this just to throw him off of your trail.

Oh, how right he is.

Lifting his head up slightly higher, he strains his ears, doing whatever he can to scent you in the air. His eyes dart from left to right, pupils blown wide in the darkness that encompasses the forest around him as he searches for any indication as to where you might have went.

He’s not going to give up so easily.

You, on the other hand, lessen your pace as soon as you’re positive you’ve thrown him off of your trail. Now, instead of there being a small sense of urgency to your steps, you allow yourself a breath of relief. Slowly, you continue the trek towards your little lookout spot. A lookout spot that is the most guarded place in this entire village. A fact of which you have ensured every year since she has been resting there.

It takes you half an hour to reach your spot, but once you do, you feel a weight almost lift itself off of your shoulders. Stepping out through the trees and into the half-moon clearing, a sorrowful smile tugs at your lips.

“Hello, My Love,” your voice is tender, nothing more than a soft caress on the wind. “It’s been a while.”

A silence settles around you, as still as the night blanketing the forest. Though, you have come to never expect a response from her. Not anymore.

You blink, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes as your gaze lands upon the small stones stacked one on top of the other. The grave marker sits directly in the centre of the little clearing, more pebbles spanning the edge, and evenly spaced outwards for protection. Each enchanted to hide what lies within.

“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to return,” you continue, footfalls suddenly shaky as you approach the monument. “You would not believe the week I’ve had.”

The clearing overlooks a small valley, the mountains surrounding it on either side. You can see clear across the fjord from here, the lights of the town across the way twinkling beneath your gaze.

A special place where the two of you would spend hours talking, getting to know each other, and subsequently falling in love. Until she was taken from you all too soon.

Softly, you lower yourself onto the ground beside the tower of stones. Your cloak fans out behind you, back turned to the woods as you spend your time speaking all about the events of the past month.

Before you know it, an hour has passed. Then another, and then another. Enough time so that when you gaze up at the moon, it has now travelled to the opposite side of the night sky.

Still, after a while, once you’ve finished talking, you remain. Sitting in silence has often been your fortitude during tough times, and it makes no difference now.

“Oh,” you chuckle after another moment, “I almost forgot.”

Slowly, you place the palm of your hand in the grass before the tower of stones. Closing your eyes, you focus your energy, feeling the spike of magic in the air as you mumble an incantation under your breath.

Daisies begin to sprout from the earth beneath the palm of your hand and all around the clearing.

“Happy Birthday, My Love.” 

The first tear of the night finally escapes your eyes as you gaze back out upon the valley before you. Swallowing thickly, you straighten your spine, resting your arms over your legs which you have crossed beneath you.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. Then, softly, you begin to sing.

Your voice is no more than a whisper on the wind as you repeat the lullaby she had taught you all those years ago. It’s a little rough, given how long you’ve gone without performing it. The added fact that your emotions threaten to choke you out at any second makes it all the more harder to keep going.

That’s when you sense him getting closer.

Immediately, your lips clamp shut, steadying your breathing to blend into the sounds of the night. If you’re lucky, he should walk right passed you without even noticing a thing.

Unfortunately, luck does not seem to be on your side as of late.

The moment Jongho reaches the edge of the tree line, he freezes. A furrow pulls at his brow, eyes darting everywhere around the seemingly empty clearing overlooking the valley before him.

Funny, he could have swore he heard your voice on the wind coming from this direction.

A few minutes pass like this, with you gazing warily over your shoulder at him as he seemingly scans the clearing over and over again. Perhaps he believes you will suddenly appear from thin air, or perhaps you’ll pop up over the edge of the cliff. Either way, he doesn’t seem to want to leave any time soon.

That’s when you’re letting out a small sigh. A sound of which you know he hears, for he stills immediately, his heartbeat suddenly thundering in your ears.

“You sure are one persistent dragon, I’ll give you that.”

The moment your voice reaches him, his eyes are once more darting around the area, attempting to spot you to no avail.

“Do you Halas always make it a habit to disobey orders?” Even though you know he cannot see you, you quirk a brow in his direction.

“I can hear you, and if I focus, I can smell you.” He comments, gaze looking straight passed you for the moment and at the spot you’re sure he thinks you to be standing. “Yet, I cannot see you. Why?”

You sigh once more, standing back to your feet as you wave a hand in a small sweeping motion in his direction. Instantly, the one barrier you have shielding you from unwanted, prying eyes falls, and he nearly jumps back in shock as you appear before him.

It takes only a second for his gaze to dart around the area, lingering briefly on the tower of stones that now rests beside your one leg.

“No dragon I know of can do that,” Jongho blinks, a sense of wonder shining in his eyes. “Not even the ancients.”

“There are various beings other than dragons that reside among us, boy.” You reply, quite sharply, watching him carefully.

“Are you even a dragon at all?” The question posed is innocent. At least, in his mind.

Your eyes flash. “Watch it, boy.”

“You have magic akin to none,” he blinks, gazing around the clearing once more before inhaling sharply. “You’re a witch.”

You remain silent, observing him carefully as you stand as still as stone.

“I never knew a dragon could also be a witch.” He says. “You’re-“

“What?” You snap, eyes sharp as you tense. “A halfbreed? An improper inbred? A curse amongst us all?”

You can tell Jongho is taken aback by your words.

“Save your breath, I’ve heard it all before.” You mutter. “Been quite a few years, though. Usually all people care about now is how powerful I am. Rather, how powerful I can make them.”

“Who?” His eyes flash gold, a snarl pulling at his lips as if he’s ready to hunt down any and all who have said such things against you, or dared to use you in any way.

“That is none of your concern, now.” You reply bluntly. “Those who have tried, have failed. Every. Time.”

Your words also serve as a warning to him. One which he picks up on.

“You think I would use you?” Jongho cannot hide the hurt in his voice.

“I do not know what you are capable of, Jongho.” A slight shake of your head. “Nor do I have any intentions of finding out.”

“Please, if you would just let me explain-“

“I thought I told you that I never wanted to see you again.” You cut him off, a stern look resting on your features.

“You know I can’t do that.” He keeps his voice low, steady as if he’s attempting to reason with you.

“And why is that?” You raise an eyebrow expectantly.

“Do you really not know?” For a brief second, his expression falls, eyes flashing with sorrow.

“You are not the first dragon to imprint on me that I have denied, nor will you be the last.” A cold statement as you blink back at him once.

“I wanted to be.”

“What? My first, or last?” There’s a slight amusement to your voice as you stare across the clearing at him incredulously.

“Both.” There is no hesitance in his reply, and at the way his eyes shine, you can tell just how honest his admission is. “I thought you were human.”

“You were meant to.” Your hands shift slightly beneath your cloak, fingers gripping the edges and pulling the material tighter around yourself. “You Hala’s sure have plenty of vain ambition to go around.”

He ignores your comment for now, but you can see the way his chest deflates at the mention of his clan.

“You knew I was a dragon this whole time, yet you said nothing.” He remarks. “Why?”

“Many of us have our own reasons as to why we hide our true nature. When you approached me that day in the woods, all I saw was a lost boy who was running away from his duties. I see now you weren’t the only one deceived.” You tilt your head in understanding. “As far as anyone else from the village is concerned, I am a simple girl living on the edge of town who sometimes helps around here and there. Only a very select few people know who I really am.”

“Right,” his jaw twitches. “Like the Neos.”

“Watch your tone, boy,” you snap, eyes sharp. “That is my family you speak of. The only people left on this godforsaken planet that I still care for.”

“Is that why you care for this village so?” He inquires, a bitterness to his words. “Because they reside near it?”

“Would you not do the same to protect your own?” You counter knowingly. “Your loved ones?”

“I would protect you and my brothers in a heartbeat.” He replies without a second thought.

“You hardly know me, yet you put myself before your clan.” You observe. “Are you truly that young that you have never imprinted before?”

The fact that he remains silent is answer enough.

“Tell me, Jongho,” you shift your stance, gazing down almost longingly at the tower of stones before you, “have you truly never been in love before?”

“I thought I was,” he replies. “Once.”

“You thought you were?” You spare him a glance out of the corner of your eyes, a curious twitch to your eyebrow upwards.

“I never knew what love truly was until I met you.”

Your gaze hardens. “You do not know me.”

A moment’s pause.

“I want to.”

“You do not deserve to.” You frown, noticing how a few fireflies begin to buzz throughout the clearing.

“You didn’t take issue with befriending me before.” He goes on to say, tone edging on pleading. “Nothing has changed. I have not changed since you have discovered my clan. I am still your Jongho.”

You shake your head. “You were never mine, Jongho, nor have I ever desired you to be.”

“Would you be saying the same to Kun if he were here right now?” The hurt is clear on his face and in his words as he spits them out in anger.

Your eyes flash as your spine straightens. “You do not know what you speak of, boy. Don’t you dare pretend that you do.”

“The father of your cubs abandoned you to imprint on someone else, and you can stand there defending him?” Jongho asks, incredulously.

Your heart pangs in your chest, unwanted memories surfacing that you force down once more.

“He did not abandon me. We were never even together in the first place. I-“ you stop yourself short. Pursing your lips, you take a deep breath through your nose. “Kun did not father my cubs.”

“Then who did?” Jongho is practically seething at this point, fists clenched tightly at his sides. “I’ll tear him apart for abandoning them. For abandoning you.”

“You seem so certain that I’ve been abandoned.” You tilt your head curiously. “How do you know you’re not standing upon his grave at this very moment?”

Jongho goes unnaturally silent, inhaling sharply as you watch remorse immediately paint his features.

“No, those cubs are not my own. None of them are, but that does not mean I won’t care for them like they are.” You say, meeting his gaze and watching how his whole body seemingly relaxes at your words. “I can never bear cubs of my own. My father made damn sure of that.”

The shock on Jongho’s face is apparent in the way his lips part the slightest bit. He blinks at you, subtly taking a step forward only to be blocked by the barrier cast by the stones.

He frowns. “Why can I not reach you?”

“Are you forgetting that I am still upset at you?” You quirk a brow, amused by the pout that pulls at his features. You shake you head, motioning to the pebbles surrounding the area with your chin. “Only people I have granted permission to walk upon this spot may pass the boundary stones. You’re lucky I’m even letting you view such a private part of my life, given everything going on.”

“Yet, you cannot trust a Hala dragon.” He sighs, somewhat sadly.

“I do not trust easily, Jongho,” your tone is sharp as you answer him. “What little trust I had in you has long since been destroyed.”

“Then tell me what I can do to fix it.” He persists. “I want to make things right.”

You remain silent, lips pursed as you meet his gaze.

“There must be something I can do to prove myself to you,” he begs, eyes pleading. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” You quirk a brow.

“Anything.” He confirm, honesty dripping from his words.

“Then tell your clan to give up on your quest for the crown.” You once again see his eyes widen in shock. “It is fruitless, and vain. You will not succeed.”

“So, what? We’re just supposed to let that stupid Wolf Gang win?” He scowls, crossing his arms over his chest.

“They will not succeed, either.” You state with a blink. “No one can. It is pointless.”

“The ancients have agreed to allow the clan which finds the Jewel to rule over the kingdoms in tandem.” Jongho explains, as if you haven’t been told and taught this your whole life. “Out of the ashes, an imperfect Jewel shall emerge, proclaiming the true leaders of the land.”

“I am sick and tired of that damned prophecy.” You spit, ire shining on your features as you tighten your cloak around your shoulders. “Too many have taken it far too literally. Like that hot headed brother of yours.”

“Mingi is just hoping to speed things along.” Jongho attempts to defend his own.

“So, you all allow him to decimate people’s homes after completely destroying their villages.” A statement, not a question. “And you wonder why I do not like you Hala’s all that much.”

“The Wolves are no better.” Jongho mutters, brow furrowing in distaste.

“I have spoken of this before, but at least they do not burn their conquered villages to the ground.” You retort.

“You seem to like them better than us.” His eyes narrow.

You remain silent, opting not to comment on his accusation.

“They never cross to this side of the fjord.” He continues, choosing his next words carefully. “Is that also your doing? I know you were discussing some other treaty you seem to have with that Neo last week-“

“All you need to know is that I will protect this village with my life.” You cut him off. “You are not the first clan I have defended it from, nor will you be the last.”

“They tried to hurt you?” He growls, teeth bared in a snarl.

“I have not had dealings with them for almost fifty years now.” You reply. “Christopher is much better at keeping his promises, it seems, than your leader is.”

“Christopher?” The distaste is clear on Jongho’s features, the name no more than a feral whisper on his lips.

“Also, better at controlling his clan.” You add, cooly.

“Don’t pin this on Captain. He doesn’t know I’m here.”

“So, you regularly break the trust of people you claim to care about.” You observe, nodding as if everything makes sense to you now.

“No, that’s not-“

“What is it that you want, Jongho?” You cut him off, a tired sigh escaping your lips. “It’s late, and I would rather not have you follow me all the way back home.”

“I thought I made it clear.” Comes his gruff reply.

“I heard you loud and clear the first time.” You bring a hand up to rub at your eyes, cloak slipping open the slightest bit to reveal your thin cotton shirt and trousers beneath. “I mean, what is it that you really want?”

The material pulls against your skin, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. A fact of which Jongho takes immediate notice of, eyes darting down to trail over your torso shamelessly. The plump curves of your flesh have him swallowing thickly, mouth watering as he desires nothing more than to pull you in closer to him. To wrap his hands around you and hold you flush against him as he breathes you in, your scent finally mixing with his in every way that he’s always fantasized about.

Of course, you notice.

Your cloak is wrapped tightly around your torso once more.

“I just want you.” There is no malice in his words, only a desperate longing lingering there as he meets your gaze. “I swear to you I had no idea what you were when I first approached you all those months ago. Even now, what you are does not bother me, nor do I have any desire to use you like you have implied so many others before me have. I swear to you I am not like that. I have been nothing but honest to you since we met. The only thing I kept from you was being a dragon because I didn’t want you to be scared of me, but I know now that never mattered to you. I cannot change my clan, but I swear to you that I remain the same.”

You can only blink at him for the moment, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows yet again.

“I-“ he pauses, as if unsure whether or not he should continue. Then, as if deciding against his better judgement, he steels his resolve, staring deeply into your eyes. “All I want to do is cherish you. I want to protect you until the end of our days, of which I swear to you will be plenty and prosperous. I will never hurt you, nor will I ever let anything hurt you again. I desperately want to be yours, just as badly as I would like you to become mine.”

Saying nothing, you feel yourself tense.

“I promise you that we’re not as bad as we seem,” he continues. “The reason I came to you that night, the real reason, was because I wanted you to join us. I longed desperately for the day where you would come live with me, so we could be by each other’s side where I know we belong. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything ever again, because I will do everything in my power to take care of you. I will provide for you, and make sure you always feel cherished, desired, and loved until the end of time. You never have to be alone again.”

A silence settles over the both of you as you let his confession linger in the air. You even take the time to search his eyes, and you cannot find a hint of dishonesty in them. Even the tone he used, you cannot find fault with, his words ringing through your ears with the heavy honesty that painted his tone.

The fireflies float lethargically through the air around you, twinkling like the stars in the night sky. You sigh, sparing a glance at your feet as your eyes slip closed.

A faint, tender caress brushes at the side of your cheek, and you’re quick to wipe it away.

“I do not trust you, Jongho,” you begin, and you watch his expression fall, the devastation clear as anything, “but,” he perks up, even if only slightly, “I will give you a chance to prove yourself to me if what you have spoken here tonight is true. You do not know me, nor do you know what I have been through. I do not give out second chances easily. You are going to have to earn it.”

“What can I do?” He attempts to take an eager step forward once more, only for that barrier to stop him dead in his tracks. “Tell me what to do, and it is done.”

“If you cannot convince them to stop this pointless quest for the crown,” you sigh, “then I want you to get that canary man to stop burning down every village you ransack. There is no honour is complete destruction. Every good leader should know that.”

“I suppose your village doesn’t count?” His attempt at a joke does not bode well with you, a low growl leaving your lips. He raises his hands in response, palms up. “Okay, my bad. I’m sorry, that was too soon.”

“Tell me, Young One,” you turn back to the tower of stones beside you, “are you aware of what a Drygg Promise is?”

The sharp inhale you hear in response is all the confirmation you need.

“Do not fret, I do not expect you to make a sacred promise of that sort to me,” you hum.

“I would if you wanted me to.” Comes his immediate reply.

This time, it’s your turn to look at him in mild shock before you’re shaking your head.

“I will not expect that from you unless it comes to it.” You reply softly. “They are a dragon’s deepest, and more sincere form of loyalty to whoever is apart of it. They are not easily broken, nor should one ever seek to break one. In most cases, they are unbreakable.”

He nods gently along with your words. “I understand.”

“I have made quite a few Drygg Promises in my lifetime, but none of them are as important to me as hers.” You shift your gaze from him back to the stones piled at your feet, a tender look shining in your eyes.

“Who is she?” The question he poses is soft, nothing but an innocent inquiry as he sees the way sorrow fills your expression.

“She was My Daisy,” you smile faintly, slowly sinking to your knees as you reach down and pluck a delicate flower from the ground. “And we built this village from the ground up. She was beautiful, and headstrong. Carried a passion for all living things, but especially flowers. A passion which rubbed off on me.”

“You made a Drygg Promise with her.” He repeats your words from only moments before.

“I did.” You hum in confirmation, twirling the stem of the flower between your thumb and forefinger. “I swore to her to always protect this village until my dying breath, and I have not once went back on my word.”

“There are stories,” he adds, lowly. “Stories of a cloaked figure with glowing golden eyes that protects this village. A Shadow Demon, of sorts.” He takes his time to look over your dark cloak, watching as your head turns and your eyes flash gold in the moonlight. “That’s you, isn’t it?”

“Very perceptive, Young One,” you smile lightly, and you swear you hear his breath hitch. “You would be correct.”

“But I don’t understand,” he shakes his head slightly. “Why would you make such a promise to this woman?”

“Well,” you let out a long breath, standing back to your feet after placing the flower carefully on top of the stack of rocks before you, “people tend to do crazy things when they’re in love.”

This time, there is no denying the way his breath hitches. “You loved her?”

“I did.” You nod once firmly in conformation. “You never forget the first lover you imprint on.”

“You imprinted on her?” The surprise is clear in his voice, eyes wide as you meet his gaze.

“I’m sure you are aware that we can imprint more than once, and with multiple people if we so choose.” You state, blinking a few times.

“Yes, I am aware,” he confirms with a brief nod of his head. “I just didn’t realize you had imprinted on someone before.”

“I have already told you that I have been around a lot longer than you have, Jongho.” You remind him. “I have loved and lost more than once in my long life, just as I have imprinted more than once.”

“Was it Kun?” His voice rumbles out, words a mere growl on his lips.

“We can fall in love without imprinting, boy.” Your eyes narrow, arms crossing over your chest. “He wanted to imprint. I denied him, and once I realized what I truly wanted, he had moved on. I was not the only choice he had, and he’s better off for the one he made.”

“How could anyone not choose you?” He practically seethes, eyes glinting beneath the moonlight.

“You are blinded by your emotions, boy.” You sigh, shaking your head. “Some dragons do not want to wait an age to find their life partners. I cannot blame them for that.”

“I would.” The sincerity reflected in his golden eyes catches you off guard. “I would wait an eternity if it meant I got to be with you even if it was for just one day. You are not a second choice. You never will be. At least, not to me.”

The way the fireflies dance around his head, illuminating his features even more has your breath hitching subtly in your throat. Never have those words been spoken to you so earnestly before tonight, and even though you wish to deny it, a warmth begins to blossom inside your chest. One which you have not felt in years.

You clear your throat. “I have already told you more than I am comfortable with this night. Much more than I should have.”

His eyes shine with something you do not quite understand, but you do not fail to miss the pleased rumble that echoes around the small clearing.

“I’ll talk to Mingi,” he hums, the corners of his lips tugging upwards faintly.

“Ah, the canary man.” You nod in acknowledgement.

“I’m sure I can convince Hongjoong, too.” He mumbles, more to himself this time, but you still hear.

“Jongho,” your voice calling out to him has his attention immediately on you once more. “One more thing.”

“Yes?” He answers, failing to hide the way his eyes glimmer with hope.

“Stop spying on me through the bush,” you shoot him a pointed look, and he at least has the decency to look sheepish. “I have never appreciated being stalked.”

“I wasn’t-“

You raise a hand to halt his protests, his voice dying in his throat as you begin to walk towards him and to the edge of the clearing. Though, at the way he sees a faint, teasing smile tugging onto your lips, his shoulders seemingly relax.

“Keep your brothers out of my backyard as well, will you?” You come to stand right in front of him now. 

So close, yet still feeling so far away; nothing more than a barrier separates you. A barrier of which he wishes to smash through, pulling you into his embrace as he showers you in his love like he has always longed to do.

“They do often have minds of their own,” he sighs, but at the look you send him, is quick to add, “I will try.”

You smile. You actually, genuinely smile at him, and Jongho swears he nearly faints from how quickly his heart is pounding within his chest.

“Oh, and Jongho?” You step over the barrier, moving to walk passed him in the next second as he hums in response. You pause, mere feet away from him with your back still turned, his gaze locked on your figure. “Thank you for the flowers.”

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Yandere!Mother Miranda and Yandere!Alcina x Y/N lactation fic part 2

Alright, lately I’ve been getting a lot of requests to continue this, so here we go! Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!

You panic as Mother Miranda holds you tightly against her. “No! N-no, please stop!” You begin to sob as she easily opens your mouth and places her nipple into it.

“Shh, shh, little one. Mommy needs to feed you now,” Miranda urges gently. “You’ve had a long day and it’s time for some dinner,” She says and begins bouncing you in her arms.

You struggle for a moment and manage to turn your head away from her breast. What the hell kind of torture is she trying to put you through?!

But… As Miranda looks down at you once again and captures your gaze, her beautiful silver eyes don’t hold anything but… Love. She smiles softly at you and leans down to kiss your forehead. “It’s alright, my darling. Your mama and I absolutely adore you,” She promises. “You are a dream come true for us,” She explains and looks at Alcina.

The lady of the castle chuckles warmly at her wife’s statement, holding her tighter and stroking your little face. “It’s true, draga. We can’t wait to introduce you to your older sisters,” She agrees.

Older… Sisters? They already have a family and they want you… To be a part of it? It catches you off guard to see how they’ve already made plans to include you in their lives. They are also very affectionate with you. When you first woke up, you were sure they had concocted some evil scheme to kidnap you and torture you. But… Now you’re not quite sure.

True, they could just be lulling you into a false sense of security, but you just… Don’t really think that’s the case.

You decide to proceed cautiously and just hope for the best… You’re too exhausted to put up much of a fight anyway.

As you study Miranda curiously, she can’t help but giggle at the serious look on your face. “I think we have a genius on our hands, dear,” Miranda proudly says to Alcina.

Alcina laughs as well. “It seems they take after their mommy,” She says and kisses the side of Miranda’s head.

Miranda hums contentedly at her wife before softly cupping your cheek and carefully opening your mouth again. She places her nipple to your lips once more, urging you to latch on. “Eat for mommy, baby. I know your little tummy is so empty,” She encourages, wincing a bit at how full and swollen her breasts are.

You look at the pained expression on Miranda’s face. As weird as this situation is, you don’t want her to hurt because of you. She’s been nothing but nice to you so far.

You huff. You know what? Screw it. You’re starving anyway. Your lips gently wrap around her nipple and you begin to suckle.

Miranda sucks in a relieved gasp at this. Physically, it feels amazing… But emotionally it feels even better. Her little one is eating finally. It brings her a great sense of calm to watch you nurse from her. She begins rocking you slowly and smiles happily up at her wife.

Alcina’s heart melts at how cute Miranda is. “You are so proud of yourself, aren’t you, draga?” She grins.

Miranda laughs softly and lies her head back on Alcina’s shoulder. “I must say that I am, my love,” She says. 

The two are silent for a moment as they watch you suckle before Alcina clears her throat. “I… Really want them to meet the girls,” She says, excited but also very nervous. 

The hesitation on Alcina’s face confuses Miranda. She grabs her wife’s hand and squeezes it. “They will soon, my love,” She says. “But… You look so anxious,” She points out. “What’s the matter?”

Alcina sighs as she rubs your head. “I know that Daniela will be so excited about finally being a big sister… But Cassandra and Bela can be so… Jealous,” She says carefully. “I guess I’m just feeling… Guilty for wanting another little one so badly,” She admits. “What if the girls think we won’t love them as much anymore?”

Miranda adopts a knowing expression at this. Alcina is always so hard on herself. “I believe you’re thinking about this the wrong way, my darling,” She says. “All Bela wants to do is please us. Another child will certainly be difficult for her to get used to, but not impossible. If we ask her to make an effort with Y/N, she will. Once she gets to know her little sibling, she’ll be just as taken with them as we are.”

Alcina hadn’t thought about that. Bela is so sweet. Of course she’ll warm up to her youngest sibling if she and Miranda ask her to try. She is a great big sister already.

However, Alcina remembers her second oldest daughter. “But what about Cassandra?” She asks her wife.

Miranda can’t help but chuckle at the unsure look on Alcina’s face. Her wife is so cute. “Cassandra is definitely… Protective,” Miranda concedes. “And while I know she would never intentionally hurt Y/N… It’s possible she might accidentally be a bit… Rough with them at first,” Miranda says quietly. 

Alcina and Miranda both share a look at this.

At this point, you’re not even paying attention to what the two women are saying. You feel too… Little now. But, you do fuss a bit as you try to nurse. Miranda’s milk is sweet and warm. You like it a lot, however, you’re a little frustrated. Your mouth is already tired from nursing but you want more. You’ll need to get used to eating like this, it seems.

Miranda shushes you softly and pats your little back before she speaks again. “Everyone will have to get used to each other,” She says to her wife, expertly shifting you in her arms and helping you latch onto her breast better. “I think we’ll just need to supervise Y/N when they’re with their sisters for a while,” She suggests and strokes a finger across your cheek.

You settle down at Miranda’s actions and are able to suckle easier.

The priestess soon notices your eyes are growing heavy. She grins and looks at Alcina. “But for now… Maybe you should hold them for a bit?” She offers.

Alcina’s golden eyes glitter with excitement. “Really, draga?!” She asks, uncharacteristically enthusiastic.

Miranda giggles at this. “Absolutely, my love. You have been so patient,” She tells her. Miranda carefully takes her finger and breaks your latch. 

Your eyebrows furrow and you whimper at the sudden departure of Miranda’s breast. You find yourself missing the sensation of suckling.

“It’s alright, my love. Mama wants to hold you now,” Miranda tells you and kisses your forehead. She hands you over to Alcina who eagerly cradles you in her arms.

“Hello, my little one,” Alcina says softly and kisses your cheek. She is absolutely beaming as she holds her youngest for the first time.

You immediately relax into Alcina’s warm and plush chest. While Miranda is also very comfy, Alcina has the perfect body type to snuggle against. She begins purring gently which quickly knocks you out.

As you begin to fall asleep, your eyes open for just a second. Long enough to see the two women share a tender kiss. For some reason, this makes you feel… Safe. They’re a loving couple who just want you to join their family. It’s like they really are your parents.

It’s strange how quickly you’ve grown accustomed to this arrangement, but you’ve never really been taken care of before. It’s… Nice.

The quiet ambience of the room further lulls you to sleep. But what will await you when you wake up?

Note: Yes, I’m lazy and Miranda and Alcina just automatically know Y/N’s name 😂 Hope you enjoyed!

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