#I love her but she reminded me why I’m a cat person

[milkgemini]

Adultery

Pairing: Jake Kiszka X f!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: CHEATING (if you don’t like it, don’t read 😛), smut, minors DNI, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, language

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It’s wrong. 

Those thoughts you’ve been thinking? The made up scenarios you’ve formed in your head? It’s not right. 

There are many layers as to why this case is out of reach. Unfathomable. 

For one, it would be in your best interest to not get fired here. You work for this man. Sleeping with the one you answer to, the person who has the power to terminate you with the snap of his fingers, wouldn’t look good to your boss, huh? 

But let’s cut the shit, and get to the real problem at hand. 

Jake Kiszka is not a single man. 

He has a partner. She is a lovely woman. Whom he’s been involved with for several years. You knew this from the way he spoke of her. Many times you’ve been witness to the rushed FaceTime calls he’s shared with her before stage. 

Oh, and there was that one time you caught yourself with your ear pressed to his dressing room door, listening to the way he spoke to her on the phone. His voice soft and sultry. 

“I miss you” her voice echoed from the other side of the phone. 

“Can you do something for me tonight, babe?” He asked. 

“Anything.” Her voice was desperate. You could hear the way she yearned for him through the phone. 

“Think of me tonight when you slip your fingers below that lace and pleasure yourself. Think of me the entire time. Say my name when you cum.” 

He was taken. Unavailable. Off the market. 

But you didn’t even feel bad. That was the worst part. 

You especially didn’t feel bad that night after eavesdropping on their phone call. You did exactly what he asked of her and thought of him the entire time. Just like most nights. 

But you weren’t crazy. 

There was a reason behind the pining for Jake. Every other time, the subtle flirtatious manner was reciprocated. 

You remember the times where his touch lingered longer than it should have against your skin. 

The times he brought you things like water or a snack, when that was quite literally your job for him. 

And what about that time he specifically instructed you to “remain side stage for the entire show”? 

You weren’t crazy. 

Right?

“30 minutes ‘til stage people. Let’s get a move on.” An annoying voice rang through your radio. 

Do they really have to update us every 10 minutes?

You added some pep to your step, despite the agitation of the constant reminder. 

These places all looked the same behind the scenes. Long boring hallways with a bunch of doors to random places lining the walls. 

The echo of your footsteps reverberated from the concrete floors to the cinder block walls. 

“What’s the rush?” 

Fuck.

The door to his dressing room was cracked. He sat lazily against the couch. His left arm draped over the top of the cushion, his legs crossed. 

That curled smile. Jake had this signature smirk. It was like the Cheshire Cat. Like he knew he would forever get away with the shit he pulled. 

“It- its 25 minutes to show. Shouldn’t you be…” You’ve lost your train of thought at the sight of him rising from the couch, dusting off the imaginary lint from the thigh of his pants. 

“I’m always ready for whatever the night has in store.” He answers your unfinished question, the shit eating grin still plastered across his face. He punctuates his sentence with a pucker of his lips. 

Before you even have time to process, the bathroom door inside the room swings open. 

“Hey babe, what do you think about this dress? Too much?” 

Layla. 

Jake’s long term girlfriend was at the show tonight. Sitting with him in his dressing room before he headed to the stage. Dressing up for him. Doing everything you wished for. 

You stood awkwardly as you watched Jake pull her body into his by the grip of his fingertips on her hips. 

“You look positively radiant tonight.” He reassured her. 

He planted the softest kiss imaginable to her lips - almost as if he intended not to let them meet. 

His eyes quickly shifted to your presence before fixing back on her’s. 

“Will you…. See if you can find Sam for me, love? Got something I want to do before the show.” He tucks her hair behind her ear as if to convince her of the task. 

She nods back at him with those annoying doe eyes. You wonder if she truly is as dull as you assumed. 

“Quickly.” He smacks her ass as she walks away from him. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes as you begin to walk off. 

“Oh do that again for me will you?” Jake calls from the dressing room. 

You peek your head in once more. 

“Excuse me?” Fake annoyance lacing the tone of your voice. 

“What would Layla think if she heard that?” You bring yourself further into the room. 

“And by the way, thats fucked up sending her on a wild goose chase looking for Sam. He’s never in the same spot for more than-“ 

He cuts you off by slamming the door shut, reaching his arm dangerously close next to your head. 

The lock switches beside you. 

“You’re catching on.” 

That fucking smirk. You can hear it when he talks, even if he’s turned his back to you. 

You study the waves of his hair that fall against the back of his suit. 

“You don’t want me like that.” His back remains to you as he fixes two drinks. 

“What?” You’re nervous. Your voice a high pitched whisper. 

“I see the way you glare at her. You’re jealous. But you don’t want me like that.” He turns back to you offering a glass of amber liquid. Your stomach turns, never being much of a drinker. 

Trying your best not to make a face, you sip at the drink. 

“And how do you know what I want?” A flirtatious edge to your tone. 

He takes a step too close to you. Angling his neck down to meet your face. 

“I know what you want, because you’re just like her. A good girl that wants a good man to treat her right. Shower her with love and reassurance.” 

He brushes the hair behind your ear, just as he did to Layla earlier. 

“But I think there’s something different with you.” He toys with the end of your hair, wrapping it around his pointer finger. 

You don’t even need to ask, he can read the question mark on your face. 

He huffs a laugh to himself with a tight lipped grin. 

Jake trails his fingertips, snaking them through to the hair at the nape of your neck. 

“I think you’re a slut.” He tugs your hair with force, causing you to expose your throat. 

He brings his mouth closer to the sensitive skin there, not letting his lips meet. 

“See, my Layla, she doesn’t have that darkness behind her eyes that I see with you sometimes.” 

The heat of his breath against you raises goosebumps to your skin. 

“She’s sheltered and shy.” He flattens his tongue before dragging it up your neck, stopping just below your earlobe. 

“But with you…” his voice is at a whisper now. 

“With you, I think I could tell you ‘Open up’ and you’d spread so well for me.” 

He kicks your feet apart, opening the space between your legs. 

With his pointer and middle finger, he rubs the inseam of your leggings that follows your slit. 

He watches your face as he starts at the front towards your clit, following the line back towards your entrance. When he reaches, he adds pressure to the circles he creates, pushing into you against the fabric. 

You try your hardest to seem unphased by his lustful actions. 

This isn’t right. Layla will be back any minute now. You think to yourself. 

As if to read your mind he answers, “Better be quick then.” 

Before you can process a response, his mouth meets yours with force. 

His kiss is a parallel opposite of what you witnessed with Layla earlier. 

His kiss with you is intense. Sloppy. Desperate with need. 

Jake licks into your mouth, his tongue sliding over yours. He’s winning the battle of dominance, and you’re surrendering with ease. 

He walks you backwards until he has you pressed against the closest wall. 

In between gasps of air, he groans softly into your mouth. 

You feel the calloused pads of his fingertips against the soft skin below your bellybutton as he tries to slip his hand beneath your leggings. 

Just as fast as he snaked them in, he pulls his hand away. 

You whimper from the loss of contact. 

He breaks the heated kiss from you, panting to catch his breath. 

“Take them off, now” he orders you. 

Immediately you bend at the waist, taking one leg out at a time. 

He studies the bare half of your body before gripping your face by your cheeks. 

With his free hand he holds your neck to angle you just the way he wants you. 

With clenched teeth he growls to you, “Do you always walk around your job with no underwear on like a fucking whore?” 

His words alone cause you to rub your thighs together, craving any sense of friction from remaining untouched to this point. 

He catches you red handed, and slaps the side of your thigh. His forceful touch leaving a sting that makes you want him even more. 

Jake adds pressure to his thumb against your throat. 

“Open.” He orders you once more. 

You obey, spreading your feet apart, inviting him in. 

He laughs softly to himself, “My girl. Such a good listener”

At last, the tip of his middle finger slides with ease through the center of your wetness. 

From the look in his eyes, you can tell he loves to watch your reaction. Loves to see the approval of his work. 

He teases the fingertip at your entrance. You buck your hips in his direction, silently pleading for more. 

“You want it?” He looks down at you. 

Your face is desperate as you nod to him. 

His jaw clenches once more, “Fucking speak up.” 

“Y-yes yes, Jake. I wan-“ 

Before you can finish your words, he shoves both his pointer and middle finger up inside of you, pumping them in and out at a steady rhythm. 

His lips meet yours again. The two of you moaning into each other's mouths in harmony. 

With each pump his fingers, he rocks his hips into you. 

“…there’s something different with you” You think back on his words. 

With your fingers wrapped around his wrist, you tug his hand from you - forcing his digits from inside of you. 

“I want you to fuck me, Jake.” Your eyes lock with his as you watch them turn a darker shade of brown. 

Without a word, he spins you around, your chest pressed against the cold white wall. He arches your hips for you to grant him better access. 

“Fucking dirty.” He pants into your ear. 

One hand is pressed to the side of your face, pushing you further against the wall, while the other fidgets with his belt. 

You hear the sound of it as it hits the floor, his pants  around his ankles. 

“Lift up.” He taps your side, motioning for you to lift your arms above your head. 

With a swift motion he pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it to the floor. 

Your back arches in hopes to close the space between you both. 

Jake swipes your hair to one side, over your shoulder, unclasping your bra with one hand. 

He leans in to press a delicate kiss upon your spine, simultaneously wrapping his arm around your hips to meet your clit with his finger. 

You whine at the sensation of the slow but steady circles he presses into you. 

He grips his length, slapping it against your ass. 

“I’m not going to be nice.” His voice a low groan as he teases you with the tip of his cock, sliding through your slick. 

“Please, Jake” your reply is muffled with your cheek pressed against the wall. 

No warning. No mercy. 

He slams his entire length inside of you to the hilt. The moans spilling out of you are closer to a scream. 

He makes his own ponytail in your hair with his fist, tugging with force. 

He grunts in unison with each pump inside of you. The tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with each push. 

The faster he pumps into you, the faster the circles against your clit become. With each swipe, he adds more force, pressing his finger harder against your bud. 

“And when you leave this room…” he pants. 

“Not a word. Not a suspicious look. Nothing.” He punctuates his sentence with a harsh smack to your ass. 

Unable to respond from the overstimulation to your clit, and the pressure inside of you, Jake becomes frustrated. He pulls harder on your hair than he has yet. 

“Do you hear me? Answer me.” Not once does he stop fucking into you. 

“YES, Jake. Yes. Just…” your response is nothing but a whine. 

He reaches around to pinch your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. He twists and pulls as you feel the warmth pool between your hips. That familiar feeling of your climax approach. 

You grab his wrist again, forcing it back between your legs to your clit. 

“So close” you mumble to him, begging him to finish you off. 

Without hesitation he picks up exactly where he left off. Quick swipes against your throbbing clit. 

He pulls himself all the way out of you, slamming himself back deep inside. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Unsure of how much more you can take. 

Your muscles tighten to an uncomfortable extent as you hear three knocks at his dressing room door. 

“Jake?” The door handle wiggles. 

Immediately he wraps his hand around your mouth as he continues to fuck into you. 

“Not a sound.” He whispers into your ear, his pace slows but his thrusts are deep. 

“Are you in there? Why is the door locked?” Layla whines from outside. 

Jake quickens his pace, both his cock inside of you and his fingers toying with your clit. 

“Let go for me.” His whisper is even more quiet than before. 

He feels your walls begin to tremble and constrict around him. The muscles of your abdomen tense as you prepare your release. 

“That’s it. Keep going. Your pussy feels so much better than hers.” He mumbles into your ear, chasing his own high as well. 

“Jake!!” Layla pounds on the door again, “5 minutes ‘til show. What the fuck are you doing?” 

As the sensation of pleasure washes over you, your senses slip. Your eyes clenched shut, and ears ringing… there is no Layla. There is no show. There is no job. 

Just you. And Jake. And the feeling of him inside of you. 

He pulls out from you abruptly, his release following, sliding down the inside of your thigh. 

He picks his pants up from around his ankles, and quickly fastens his belt. 

You’re left remaining pressed to the wall, unable to move or process anything and everything that just transpired in the small dressing room. 

What am I going to do? How am I going to get out of here without facing Layla? 

Your thoughts paralyze you. 

You feel his tight grip on both of your shoulders as he spins you around to plant a quick kiss to your lips. 

And just like that, he slips through a crack in the door, open just enough so she can’t see inside. 

Frozen in silence, you stand naked in the room alone as you listen to their muffled voices through the closed door. 

“I couldn’t find Sam.” Her voice, defeated. 

Jake clears his throat before responding. 

“Don’t worry about it. I took care of it.” 

Taglist: @gretasimp @writingcold @wowkakashi  @spark-my-nature @gretavanbear

#gretavanfleet #gvf #jake kiszka #gvf smut #jake kiszka gvf #gvf fanfiction #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x reader #greta van fleet fanfic #gvf fic

[jedimasterbailey]

SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE THIRD EPISODE OF AHSOKA

PRO JEDI RANT DOWN BELOW

This Loth Cat is a good representation of me not losing my mind on how badly the Jedi Order is being completely defiled by Feloni. Okay…so apparently according to Feloni anybody can just be a Jedi if they try really, really hard and believe in them because the Force resides in everyone when we all know that that’s not fucking true according to Lucas. Yes, the Force resides in all things HOWEVER it is the Force sensitive (I.e. the Jedi and Sith) that are able to wield the Force because they’ve got the blood to do so (midocholorians… I’m sure I’ve butchered the spelling forgive me). So with that being said, does anything in Star Wars even matter anymore? Like honestly.

By this logic…anybody in the OT could have just destroyed the Sith if they tRiEd HaRd EnOuGh. So I guess fuck the importance of Luke Skywalker and all the other survivors of Order 66? And I suppose by this logic none of the prequel Jedi or hell even Anakin doesn’t matter because anybody can just wield a lightsaber and tap into the Force if tHeY jUsT bElIeVeD iN tHeMsElVeS? Why does Rey matter when apparently anyone could have taken down the First Order and destroyed Palpatine when some fucking Mando could have just done the job of being Force sensitive doesn’t matter?

Like believe me guys, I am TRYING so hard not to be a hater but it truly makes me sad to see the one element of Star Wars I love so much (I.e. the Jedi Order and everything they do and stand for) just get picked apart and trashed over and over and over again. I just don’t understand it and I know I can’t be the only one feeling like this.

Also Ahsoka’s character right now is reminding me of Luke’s in TLJ where I feel like I’m seeing and hearing a completely different character and it’s heartbreaking when you’ve looked up and loved these heroes so much. Like for Gods sake can we settle the score in where Ahsoka stands with the Jedi? Is she or is she not? Because right now she’s doing a poor representation of all her mentors who have lost their lives staying true to themselves, Jedi who gave everything to protect and save lives. Now she seems to just go out of her way to scoff at the Order that raised her, similar to Luke dismissing the very thing that gave him hope in the OT.

As these new shows go on, it just makes the fall of the Jedi Order all the more tragic just seeing how their sacrifice and good will meant absolutely nothing. That’s why characters like Cal Kestis and Cere Junda are incredible. They stayed true to their Jedi values no matter what because that’s what the galaxy needs, heroes who care. Not heroes who have personal agendas.

#pro jedi #pro jedi culture #ahsoka show spoilers #anti ahsoka #anti dave filoni #darth felonious #jedi order #star wars #long live the jedi #jedi #the clone wars #ahsoka tano #luke skywalker #rey skywalker #cal kestis #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #barriss offee #luminara unduli #leia organa #yoda #mace windu #plo koon

[thedragondawn]

the one that didn't get away - Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Words: 780

Fluff, angst

A/N: This is a belated birthday gift for my dear @iosonoarina 💕💕

taglist: @iosonoarina @stefroutledge @blackwidow-3

taglist || ko-fi

War was over.

The Avengers had won. Well, Thanos was defeated and now it was time to mourn the losses and go back to the world that they had known before the snap. A world that part of Natasha didn’t believe would ever come back.

Now there was hope again. Hope that she would find you home, safe and sound and things would pick up from where you’d left them before Thanos had almost destroyed everything. Hope that she would find you home and that you’d still love her. 

Hope that everything will be okay.

**

“Banner, I’m fine, let me go.” Natasha insisted, wanting to be cleared so she could make it home to her apartment - a place where she’d barely slept as it felt like a haunted museum without you in it. A museum holding the memories you two had made, a museum reminding her of how empty her life was without you.

“You will come back for more testing tomorrow, you hit your head.” 

“My head is fine but yours won’t be if you keep me here.” 

“Fine, fine. Go.” Bruce lifted his arms in defeat.

Natasha stole the keys to one of Tony’s cars and drove off, speeding towards her old apartment. She had no phone on her and the closer she got to that apartment, the more her pulse raced.

Her heart stopped completely when she pulled up in front of the apartment building and saw you emerge from the door.

“Nat..” Nat saw you whisper and ran out of the car, wrapping her bruised body around yours. She started shaking as relief flooded every cell of her body.

“Любимая…” Natasha repeated over and over again as the two of you held each other in the middle of the sidewalk. She didn’t care that her body ached from the long battle, she didn’t care that there was so much that she still needed to do. No. There was you, solid and breathing in her arms. The scent of you enveloping her, your presence finally anchoring her home after so many years of drifting.

You cupped her face gently, scanning and making sure that she was whole, that she wasn’t a dream.

“What happened?” You asked but your question was silenced with a desperate kiss which you reciprocated just as passionately.

“It was a bad time.” Nat caressed your face gently, your heart breaking when you felt her hands shaking against your skin, touching you almost with a reverence.

“I’m here. We’ll handle it.” You reassured her before leading her back into the apartment.

**

Time went on. The two of you were almost inseparable and it came as a huge relief to you when Natasha announced that she will step back from the Avengers. There would be less shadows haunting you two. 

“You’re staring.” Yelena scolded her older sister as you were making tea in the kitchen of your apartment.

“Mind your own business.” Nat bit back playfully.

“You’re so in love, I could puke.” Yelena made a gagging face.

“You’ll find your person too.” Nat winked at her and then moved her gaze back to you.

“I can’t believe that you two made it.” Yelena commented.

“Why?” You asked, looking at your future sister-in-law. The two of you had grown closer in the months after endgame, and in your new home with Natasha, Yelena had her own room, which she joked was as if she was your pet.

“Because the world tried to tear you apart yet you resisted.” 

“No, Thanos tried to tear us apart, we finished his stupid grape face.” Nat argued. 

Her comment made the three of you laugh. There was still lingering darkness from the time of the snap and the final battle, but Nat frequented therapy and you knew that it would all work out.

“So, did you set a date for the big day?” Yelena looked at you and Nat all snuggled up on the couch.

“No, we are not rushing.” 

“Are you tempting fate?” Yelena teased petting your orange cat who plopped herself on the floor next to her.

“She is the one that didn’t get away. There’s no doubt about that.” Natasha smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. She’d had other relationships before meeting you but her soul knew that she’d found home with you the moment she’d laid eyes on you and getting you back was something that she would have given up everything for.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You teased, even though Natasha could see the tears shining in your eyes.

“Good.” Nat kissed you gently.

“Lord, save me.” Yelena muttered, bursting your little bubble and lightening the mood. 

#natasha romanoff #marvel #natasha romanov #the black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel fic #black widow x reader #mcu fic #post endgame

[amourlyns]

hey. I already made a request, but if you have a limit you can scrap that one.

My cat has been gone for 3 days (shes never been gone this long, shes an in door cat). We just got a ton of snow and I just overheard my parents saying they think the neighbor did something to her. I've had her since I was 11 and she means so much to me. I've been having a hard time having any sort of fun with my family for the holiday season and if you could I could really use any windbreaker characters of your choice comforting reader about that scenario?

❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: a jealous owen, reminding you that you’re his forever and always. after hearing a fan compliment you after one of his races.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: owen uses a lot of praise, but he’s also getting his ego fed bc he’s a brat. insane by summer walker was on repeat ngl + imagine that one video of asap hearing riri’s laugh. 😭i’m sorry to hear about your cat!! i hope yall found her in the end. hopefully this fic helps.

⟡ ⠀ | Owen Knight is not insane, you know that and he knows that. So, why is he hearing your voice ? And why does it ring out so clearly in the stadium ? You’re supposed to be in the UK.

Korea wasn’t going to work with you schedule, he knew that and begrudgingly accepted it. So who the fuck is making you laugh and giggle like that? Yeah, he won the race but at what cost ? Where is his baby at—

There you are.

Now you don’t see him, but you could definitely feel his gaze on you, he knows you can. So why aren’t you looking at him? The race was over— and you came to Korea just for him.

So why was another man hogging your attention ? You didn’t even seem remotely interested. Your eyes eventually meet with Owen’s, a smile graces your lips. You’re already making hasty strides in his direction.

Even though all of your attention is on Owen now, his stare still lingers on the man you were talking to moments ago. Owen was always transparent about his feelings, you could read him like a book. He was vocal, and if he was thrown off by something? He would make it known.

He starts it off slow, discussing your appearance in Korea and what a lovely surprise it is, it really was of course. So there was no lie there, but he does mention the man you were talking to before.

❛ Why did you sit closer, baby? ❜ Owen pouts, jutting out his lower lip. You place a quick peck on his lips, cupping his cheeks and chuckling at his own behavior. He’s such a drama king, you’re not quite sure how you manage, especially with him.

❛ Owen, sweetheart I’m only here for you. And you only, so why are you worried? Hm? ❜ He flushes at this, maintaining eye contact. A hand reached out towards your wrist, sending soft kisses around your finger tips. ❛ I deserve all your attention, you know it. ❜

Your practically beats out of your chest, it takes you a moment to remember you two are in a very public space. And he didn’t mind the PDA at all? ❛ Owen, slow down. ❜ It comes out much more softer than intended, he stops. Looking at you with wide expecting eyes. What’s next?

❛ Did he say anything? ❜ Owen huffs, pushing further into your personal space. A smiles graced your lips at his intensity, he is so in love. Isn’t he? ❛ The guy complimented my shirt, he knew I was supporting you. ❜ You’ve obviously struck a nerve.

Owen scowls, pursing his lips at the thought of some stranger complimenting you. Despite the shirt and all. ❛ And that was seriously it? But he was staring at you for so long— ❜ Lips find purchase on his. Quickly silencing Owen in the most effective way.

He’s already asking for another by the time you’re backing up. Trailing you like a lost puppy dog. You let him, of course. Telling him to pack up so you can cuddle at home and enjoy each others company. He’s already agreeing—

#𝐼 . ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎’𝚜 : writings. #༄ ✮ ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎’𝚜 ⸻ requests. #reader x owen knight #spirithub #windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #oneshots #oneshot #wind breaker #windbreaker x reader

[saviorellie]

roommate!ellie headcannons.

pairing : ellie williams x reader

pov : second person , she/her pronouns

warnings : mention of porn i guess? college!ellie!! she’s got a big fat crush on you

notes : PLEASEEE send me headcannon and blurb requests for ellie (AND ABBY)!!

roommate!ellie that you met in a facebook group (she promptly deleted facebook as soon as you met)

roommate!ellie who refuses. and i mean re fuses. to do laundry.

she hates it oh my god she hates it. she does dishes, you do laundry. that is the agreement!

roommate!ellie who does not care what the place looks like, please take all creative control. she’ll love it regardless

she WILL kick ice under the fridge no matter how many times you tell her not to

roommate!ellie who would rather die than forget to water your plants. because she knows you love them and she KNOWS you will forget

she’s so “dad who says he doesn’t want a cat but loves that cat more than himself”

(the cat’s name is star. i will not elaborate.) (savage starlight.)

roommate!ellie who introduced you to fortnite and is mad because you’re better than her

roommate!ellie whose love language is physical touch

she will Die if your legs aren’t in her lap while watching a movie. she will sit on the counter beside the stove if you’re cooking.

roommate!ellie is a LOOOOSERRRRR

i’m talking sweating when you’re wearing pajama shorts, shaking when you play with her hair, blushing like all the fucking time.

she needs you bad.

roommate!ellie who turns into a handyman any time something breaks (she will break it more than it was already broken)

she was laying on the kitchen floor tiles when she accidentally broke the ac

roommate!ellie who refuses to let you buy groceries

“i eat more than you anyway” “you pay for the netlifx and the disney+” “let me sugar momma you”

roommate!ellie who will get on. All fours. if she comes home from work or class and you’re cooking or you made dinner for her.

(please please please be her housewife) (omg who said that?!)

roommate!ellie who puts cream and sugar in her coffee even though she likes black the best

because she knows she won’t finish the mug but you will and you like cream and sugar

roommate!ellie who is actually not! an astronomy major! she’s a paleontology major for sure

roommate!ellie who spends every paycheck she gets on 1. groceries and 2. random little trinkets she knows you’ll like

the sonny angel collection is crazy (thank you ellieeee :P)

roommate!ellie who can not stop giving you weird nicknames

“sweet girl” “angel” yeah yeah the normal ones but why is she calling you “beef” and “charcuterie board”

roommate!ellie was the first person you smoked with and she almost cried because she felt so bad when you greened out

her music taste is so. Bad (comedically, she actually has really good music taste)

“ellie if you play mask by dream one more time i’m going to [TRAIN PASSES BY]”

roommate!ellie (loser) who says “can i put my minecraft bed next to yours” LOSER

roommate!ellie who is So fucking smart but she pretends to not know what’s going on in her classes so you will sit next to her and your upper arm will touch hers as you help her

roommate!ellie who has to be constantly reminded to close her bedroom door at night

“i don’t know if you’re getting laid or watching p*rn but Hey close the door”

(you’re not jealous. why would you be jealous? it’s not like you like ellie or anything so if she’s getting laid why would it matter you don’t-)”

:0

roommate!ellie who worships the ground you walk on

do Not try on a dress or a skirt or a cropped shirt in front of her because she will pass out and d*e

stuttering and shit when you ask about her day (say it with me) (loooserrrr)

roommate!ellie who will Not hang up the phone or say goodbye without saying “love you”

cuz she does :,) she loves you :,)

don’t say “love you too” though because she will overthink it and stress herself out to tears

roommate!ellie who annoys dina so bad with how much she talks about you

“i was talking to y/n and she said” “y/n really likes this show” “y/n said that we should”

“oh my job just fuck already”

ellie’s best friend!dina who will look over you and at ellie and mouth “kiss her!!!”

and you’re clueless obviously

#ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams blurb #ellie tlou #joel and ellie #ellie williams imagines #ellie williams angst #ellie williams smut #ellie williams oneshot #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #dina the last of us smut #dina tlou #dina the last of us #dina nolastname #joel tlou #joel miller smut #joel miller fluff #joel miller #abby anderson smut #abby anderson #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson angst #abby anderson blurb

[meiiie]

dave lizewski, i’m so into you. (pt. 1)

summary: you say something unexpected about Kick-Ass while discussing with your friends which hero you prefer the most.. Kick-Ass? Or Red Mist? little did Dave know or so you thought, you knew it was him all along..

a/n: uhh this is just a silly little imagine.. no one is probably going to see this post anyway but i’m new to this so this isn’t really the best thing i wrote, i hope u still enjoy reading this LOL i’ve also added my OC named Melilah who will be your best friend in this, um slight nsfw mention near the end but no actual action, thats it i think! yeah that’s it, happy reading :)

(pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader) link to pt. 2

word count: 1.5k

It was a normal day, going to school, attending your classes, eating lunch, procrastinating your school works, submitting homework… attending more classes… rinse and repeat. But today was not what you expected, like.. at all.

ring ring… ring ring… you pick up your ringing phone while walking down the street, on your way to the convenience store.

“hello.?” your voice turns out more tired and groggier than you expected “hey when are you getting home sweetie? the food is getting cold and its already almost 6:30 pm, where are you?” your mom says with a worried voice, you could already imagine her face by just hearing her voice

this week has probably been one of the most stressful weeks of your entire life, class has been giving more school works, more due dates, you probably see your life flashing before your eyes right now “um yeah i’m on the way home already, don’t worry mom!” you say attempting to make your voice sound enthusiastic “well you better not be hanging out with that pretty boy.. actually maybe you should invite him for dinne-”

“mom— i—“ you cut her off but then you sigh giving up to even explain. “…he’s just a friend i swear..”

this supposedly ‘pretty boy’ your mom is referring to is Dave Lizewski, this guy in your class who you were paired up to work on a major project so he’s been at your house a few times already. surprisingly you get along with him really well? you’ve even become a part of his friend group including your best friend Melilah. She always points out the fact he always stares at you whenever you all hang out in Atomic Comics and during classes, but you’ve never really thought about him that way, or maybe you were considering it?

while walking down the road the street lights flicker a bit and you see someone trying to hanging onto the ledge of a billboard of some sort. you hear the figure shout at the cat sitting, waiting for him to fall “FUCK YOU MR BITEY!” his voice echoes, but wait.. why does his voice sound so familiar…? “okay okay okay, but call me and update me on where you are okay? be here quick, i love you!” your mom says- *THUD* you quickly look at the direction where the person, you assume, fell “UH yeah i’ll call you! i love you mom, BYE!” you say hastily, almost whispering.

beeeep.. beeeep.. you hang up the phone call, quickly putting your phone back in your messenger bag and hide behind a car. you spot a green figure, uh, “what in the world is that…” you think to yourself. the figure is wearing a weird.. cosplay suit.. it’s almost as if he looks like a green condo-

your thoughts are interrupted as he storms off looking frustrated, most probably because of the cat he couldn’t save.. he walks hurriedly into the dark alley. for some what reason you felt a little curious, just a little bit. so you go and follow the ‘super hero’, “this is so stupid.. someone remind me why I’m doing this to myself?” you whisper to yourself as you hide behind a pole, (you think this helps you stay hidden but you should’ve seen dave’s face when he saw you) trying to get a peek at the stranger. he takes off his mask angrily, you watch his curls fall into place, there are some scratches on his face from the fall, “damn why does he look so fine” you say in your thoughts and then you realize.

those are the blue eyes you see everyday in school, THAT’S DAVE LIZEWSKI. you silently gasp covering your face. his eyes dart at your direction, he shudders at the sound of your noise then next thing you know you start running away like a cockroach flew at your direction “WAIT!” he shouts, good thing you ran quick enough so he probably didn’t see your face, key word: probably.. actually there was no reason to be running from him at all- but you just felt like it..? considering you’re still in your denial stage about your feelings for him, who wouldn’t? you open the door to your house and get in as fast as you could just in case he followed you. the tv is bright and the news displays the text in bold ‘SUPERHERO KICKASS SAVES THE DAY’ you stare at the tv in shock because that’s… how… he’s Dave..?

your mom pops out of the kitchen “hey your back home! i thought you were going to call me to update me where you were..- oh yeah that superhero… what’s his name? Kickass? apparently he stopped a bunch of guys yesterday who were trying to beat up another guy that was in front of a convenience store and a bunch of people saw it then recorded blah blah blah you get it” you just stare at the tv in shock. “hello…? earth to y/n?”

it’s been almost 2 days, you’ve been avoiding Dave, trying not to make eye contact with him, passing by him in the halls, not even acknowledging his presence, even avoiding the hangouts to Atomic Comics, despite the fact you still have to do a major project with him. you open your locker getting books out of your locker, “hey have you heard about those two new superheros? Kickass? and Red Mist?” Melilah questions and your eyes widen at the question, only being reminded of Dave “yeah- well- i think its kinda dangerous doing that you know? being a um.. a superhero? why are people even so into them nowadays?” you say hesitatingly “ugh you are such a buzz kill, anyways Todd and Marty invited us to hangout… in Atomic Comics…” she looks like she’s about to ask a question, but she hesitates “go on.. continue” you gesture her to reply “why are you like.. i don’t know avoiding Dave? we’ve all kind of noticed that you know and the tension is killing all of us..”

you close the locker door and bring her to an empty classroom, you say “okay i know this sounds a bit crazy but DAVE IS KICKASS.” she “pffts” at your statement then turns to look at your face again, “oh.. your being serious” she says “YES I’M BEING SERIOUS?? i was on my way to the convenience store right and Kickass or Dave- i don’t know anymore was trying to save this cat then falls from this thing- anyways he walked in the alleyway so i was like ok i’ll just follow him! what could possibly happen!? then he took off his MASK SO THEN I RAN AWAY AND HE WAS LIKE ‘wait!🤪’ BUT I KEPT ON-” Melilah tries to comprehend everything, slowly nodding… slowly.. she whispers loudly “OKAY KEEP IT DOWN SOMEONE MIGHT HEAR YOU, okay so are you SURE this was Dave?” still whispering

“a HUNDRED percent.” you say trying to defend that you weren’t just seeing things

she sighs “well what are we going to do? I already told them we were going to be there..”

“you said WHAT?”

“okay okay chill they didn’t say Dave was coming, they obviously noticed how awkward it was with you guys so why would they invite him right haha.. haha…..” she laughs nervously

after both of you gather your thoughts you find yourself already settling down in a booth, in Atomic Comics, contemplating your life decisions. fidgeting nervously already imagining what’s going to happen. hoping not to see him. Melilah comes back after gathering a bunch of comic books to read while waiting for them to arrive. “hey stop fidgeting your going to be fine, plus he doesn’t know you know. right…?” you both just stare at each other. you both start praying in unison—“lord give us the strength to-“

“give you guys the strength for what?” Todd interrupts, you look behind him frantically to check whether Dave was there or not. to your surprise, he wasn’t. does he know? did he see my face when i ran? what if he doesn’t like me anymore? wait. why did that even matter? Todd and Marty took a seat beside Melilah leaving you alone sitting at the other side of the booth, obviously planning something.. “guys what do you think of Kickass?” Melilah asks, you kick her leg from under the table making a face screaming WHYAREYOUBRINGINGHIMUP. in fairness the both of you didn’t know whether Todd and Marty knew about it too, you shoot a glance at her giving a ohhhhiunderstandnow look to what she’s doing (spoiler alert: you've got the wrong idea, she was in fact not helping you) “i think he’s fine i guess, to be honest Red Mist is way cooler though because of his cape and all..” Marty says with Todd nodding his head to show that he agrees

“well- for one i think Kickass is wayy cuter, i’d fuck his brains out if i got the chance.” you say out of your thoughts completely regretting saying the said statement- “Really?” Dave says out of nowhere observing the conversation from behind your booth, making you jolt “y/n that just came out of nowhere what in the world.” Melilah says right after staring at you for a few seconds while Dave is making eye contact with you, smirking like he knows something. the conversation falls quiet.. real quiet… “okay wrap it up you two.” Todd interrupts, i wonder what happens next?

a/n: and the rest is history, I hope this was good enough lolol hope you enjoyed reading! (pt. 2 coming soon)

#Spotify #dave lizewski imagine #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski #dave lizewski oneshot #kick ass imagine #kick ass one shot #kick ass x reader #aaron taylor johnson #gif not mine #kick ass #aaron taylor johnson x reader #im only realizing now that this imagine is so ass omfg #meiiie imagines

[waitingonher]

h.o.o. characters & their icks

characters: percy jackson, annabeth chase, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, & hazel levesque

content warning: slight cursing

word count: 853

author's note: idk if some of these are necessarily icks? but 😆

percy jackson

percy thinks he’s sooooo cool for growing up in nyc 😒😒

he’d say some new york specific lingo and would be all like “oh hah sorry, i forgot you aren’t from new york.” 

it is not that serious percy. 

somehow he always finds ways to relate things back to new york. you could be talking about a weird homeless person outside a convenience store, and he’d be like “well i’ve seen worse in new york.” 

percy lost his metrocard one time, but you guys needed to take the subway somewhere so he tried to act so nonchalant about hopping over the turnstiles. 

“oh yeah, i do it all the time. i’m basically a pro.” 

then, he went to jump over it only for his foot to get caught. he face planted onto the floor. when percy got up, he tried to act like he didn’t care, but you could see the embarrassment in his eyes. 

not his best moment! 

annabeth chase

in her own way, annabeth lowkey mansplains a lot 😭😭

she doesn’t mean to, but whenever she explains certain concepts or ideas, she comes off as super condescending. 

it could be the most niche subject ever, and she’d be peeved when you don’t know anything about it. i’m sorry i don’t know shit about a random philosopher who died hundreds of years ago 😒 

(i’d let annabeth mansplain to me any day of the year) 

jason grace

if no one orders for him, jason’s go-to are chicken tenders and fries. it’s not that he’s picky, it’s just that he’s so accustomed to ordering it, that he simply forgets he can order other things.

it’s as if his eyes just ignore everything else on the menu and only look for chicken tenders and fries. like, it’s okay to eat something other than that… 😕

when he orders at restaurants, the waiter always gives him the strangest looks. because why is a 6’0 athletic-looking teenager in here ordering chicken tenders off the kids menu. 

speaking of kids menus, jason treats the little activities on them so, so seriously. not to say that the activities aren’t fun, but he’s oddly obsessed over them. he gets genuinely upset when food or drink splatters gets on it because he likes taking them home?? jason please tell us why these little word searches and connect-the-dots matters so much to you. 

piper mclean

piper always claims that animals love her. (they do not) 

whenever she encounters wildlife, she’d start calling it over just for it to run away from her. “oh no, i think you scared it off” is her excuse 90% of the times. 

i know for a fact it wasn’t me. it was definitely you and your bad excuse for a squirrel call. 

she’s also convinced she can charmspeak animals too. last time she tried, the cat ended up smacking her across the face. 

when will piper learn 💔

leo valdez 

to all the leo lovers out there…i’m sorry to say that he’d have that little mustache after he drinks anything. he’s always rocking that milk mustache!!

after a long day of working in bunker 9, you’ll see him walking around camp with a bright red stain above his lip. you won’t even have to ask him to know that he was drinking fruit punch gatorade.

leo even gets that little stache with water?? it’s not as prevalent, but it’s definitely there. if he’s under the right lighting, you can see his top lip just glistening. 

you always have to remind him to wipe his mouth after taking a sip of anything. but it’s just as worse when he wipes his mouth because he uses the back of his hand or his sleeve…

if you go through his closet, there’s a high chance that you’ll find some of his shirts with different colored stains at the bottom of the sleeves. someone get leo some napkins please! 

frank zhang

whenever frank wears flipflops, his toes always hang over the edge of them. the worst part is that he really does not see an issue with it. he thinks it’s fine because “it’s just loungewear.” 

yes it may just be loungewear, but i promise you that no one wants to see your toes hanging out like that.

even if someone buys him a bigger size, he’d still find a way to have his toes over the edge. 

at this point, everyone just thinks that frank finds it comfortable so they don’t say anything anymore.

hazel levesque

hazel’s the type to enter those random instagram giveaways… 

she’d tag you in the comments and would text you asking you if you could follow the account and tag five people too. 

please hazel, you’re not gonna win that $300 amazon giftcard or that new laptop. give it up!! 

somehow she finds so many different giveaways?? you’re always tagged at least once a week. it’s gotten to the point where she’s entered so many giveaways, that people start recognizing her username. they feel genuine pity for her because why is @horselover1217 entering a giveaway for the third time this week.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #frank zhang #hazel levesque #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson and the olympians

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Heaven is not fit to house a love (like you and I) | Part 2

Word Count: 4.8k

Genre: smut, angst

Summary: When you first met your boyfriend, it was love at first sight. No, more than that. It was love before you even met. It felt like you had known each other in another life and were meant to find each other again. 

But that's not actually true, is it? You and Beomgyu don't actually know each other from another life, and the dreams you've been having aren't memories of your past life either. That's ridiculous. 

But then why does Beomgyu get so defensive about them? And why does each dream feel more real than the one before? 

A/N: this is the sequel to my series YAMQN but I'm trying to write it in a way that it would be comprehensible to people who have never read YAMQN. The parts in italic are the dreams. 

Warnings: unhealthy relationships, jealousy, dom!reader, sub!beomgyu, riding, toys, orgasm denial.

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Now that Taehyun is working with you, Beomgyu is not content to just drive you to work as he always does. No, now he has to walk you inside, arm wrapped tightly around you to make sure everyone, especially Taehyun, knows you’re claimed.

“Oh, hey.” Taehyun greets when he sees you. “You look beautiful today.” 

You don’t get the chance to properly glare at him for purposefully annoying your boyfriend before Beomgyu twists you around and smashes your lips together, pulling you into a kiss that is far too indecent for public.  

Yet another co-worker snorts. "We get it dude. She's yours. Are you gonna pee on her to claim your territory too?"

Your cheeks flame up and you shove Beomgyu away, absolutely mortified by the spectacle he has made of you. “Beomgyu!”

“What? Don’t want him to see who you belong to?” He asks, daring to sound upset at you.  

“Everyone knows we’re dating. Get your head out of your ass.” You smack his hands completely off you, livid at his underhanded accusation. 

“Wouldn’t hurt to remind him.” He mutters, and you roll your eyes, ushering him out of the cafe before you get fired for an indecent act in the workplace. “Leave. You’ve done enough.” 

You don’t give him the chance to respond before you step back into the restaurant and slam the door in his face, trying your best to avoid everyone’s gaze. You quickly get dressed then step behind the counter, getting the orders ready for the customers streaming in, trying to shake off the strong sense of deja-vu you felt at the way Beomgyu behaved. Those dream are really messing you up. 

“Your boyfriend really doesn’t like me, huh?” Taehyun comments, working alongside you. 

“Don’t take it personally. He gets jealous easily.” You sigh, brushing it off. 

“It sure feels personal though. It’s like I killed his cat in the past or something.” 

“Funny you should say that.” You snort, but don’t elaborate, not wanting to deal with another guy ridiculing you for your dreams.

But Taehyun is intrigued, and he doesn’t drop it. “What do you mean?”

“Forget about it.” You brush him off, handing a customer their drink with a forced smile, but that makes him even more curious. As you go to make another drink, he takes the coffee pot from your hand, forcing you to look at him. “No, tell me.”

“Taehyun, there are customers waiting.” You snap but he just shrugs. “So? They can survive five minutes without their morning lattes.” 

You give him a pointed look. “Yeah? Have you met our clientele? They’re mean when they’re low on caffeine.” 

“I can handle it. Just tell me.” He reassures you, but conspicuously starts making a new drink. 

“Okay fine, but don’t laugh. You asked for it.” He nods, waiting patiently for you to explain. “So I keep having these dreams about me and Beomgyu in another life, a past life. He’s a prince and I’m a lady of the court and we want to be together but we can’t because he’s betrothed to someone else and so everything is all fucked up but we love each other so much and want to be with each other anyway. It’s all very fanciful and silly but then again the dreams are so vivid, it’s like I’m really there. It feels more real than my actual memories, you know?”

He nods, a small smirk on his face that tells you that he doesn’t really buy what you’re saying–you don’t really buy what you’re saying either–but he’s kind enough to hold his tongue and not make fun of you like Beomgyu does.

“Anyway, you’ve been appearing in the dreams lately too.” That catches his interest, and he listens even more intently. “You’re this powerful lord from another city and we start getting close which dream Beomgyu really hates. He tries so hard to keep us apart that he even ends up locking me in my room so I wouldn’t see you but you sneak in to see me anyway, and then… Well, I don’t know what. That’s all I know so far. He basically wants to kill you because you won’t stay away from me. Dream him, I mean… though, I’m not too sure real Beomgyu doesn’t want to kill you too.”

“Oh, please, I can take him.” He says confidently and you look him over. Sure, he looks like he’d be able to take Beomgyu. Physically he appears stronger than your boyfriend, but there is just something about Beomgyu you don’t like to think about that causes the hairs at the back of your neck to stand up.  

“Anyway, that is all very intense.” He finally says, “You have quite the imagination.” 

“I knew it. You think it’s stupid.” You flush, embarrassed that you revealed all of this to him. 

“No, no. It’s not stupid. It’s not real, but it’s not stupid.” He reassures you, or at least he tries to. “Maybe these dreams are your brain’s way of working through issues you’re having with your boyfriend? I mean, I didn’t show up in your dreams before you saw me, right? And it was only after seeing how Beomgyu got so aggressive with me that you had the dreams about him trying to keep us away from each other, right?”

“I guess…” What he’s saying makes sense. Maybe it’s just your brain trying to make sense of the whirlwind that is your romantic life with Beomgyu. 

“Well, there you go.” He proclaims, “Maybe the way to stop these dreams is to work out the issues you’re having with Beomgyu.” 

“Easier said than done.” You snort, and once again Taehyun is not letting your little passive-aggressive comments pass by. “What do you mean?”

You sigh. “He’s impossible to talk to about these things. He either gets so defensive you can never fault him for his behavior or he freaks out about us breaking up that I end up needing to comfort him for his own bad behavior.” 

Taehyun wears a frown on his face. “That doesn’t sound too healthy. If you can’t even talk things through then how can you expect your relationship to survive?” 

“Don’t say that. Beomgyu is a wonderful guy and a loving boyfriend. He just gets insecure and needs reassurance. It’s because his ex fucked him up or something.” You mutter the last part bitterly. If she hadn’t messed him up so much, Beomgyu would have literally been the perfect boyfriend. 

“But that’s not your fault. What she did to him has nothing to do with you. If he can’t separate the two then he doesn’t deserve to be with you.” 

You shake your head. “You’re being too harsh on him.” Yes, Beomgyu is acting like an ass right now but that doesn’t take away from all the wonderful things he is. 

“Am I? If you let this go then he’ll only get worse.” 

Maybe he’s right. Maybe you should stand up more to Beomgyu. Things can get really bad when he gets into his head, but when he’s good, he’s really good and that always brings you right back into his arms. 

________________

As if he could read your thoughts, Beomgyu takes you out on a much needed date at the local arcade, seemingly aiming to make you forget about the erratic way he has been acting lately. 

You’re both video game fans, especially those old games you used to play growing up, and so this is like Disneyland for you. You have so much fun recalling all the good times you had playing these classic games, only you get to enjoy them with the person you love this time around, and damn does it feel ten times more fun with Beomgyu. 

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Beomgyu screams, trying to keep up with you but failing miserably, messing up his steps on the dance dance revolution game, and allowing you to take the lead. “No, this is too fast–ahhhh!”

You laugh at his exclamations, messing up a few steps of your own as you sneak glances at him, enjoying the way he makes such a show of it, always aiming to entertain and get a laugh out of you and everyone else. You know he doesn’t actually care about losing. He just wants to make it fun for you. 

The machine makes a noise that indicates the game is over and that you’ve won, and the small crowd that has gathered to watch you because of your boyfriend's antics cheers for you. 

“Thank you, thank you.” You give a gracious bow, before pulling your stupid boyfriend into a kiss that receives a couple of woohoos. 

“I know. I know. I can’t believe she’s dating me too.” He says and you smack his shoulder shyly. “Shut up. You’re such a simp.” 

 “No, I’m not. I’m just appreciating my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend who–”

“Get a room! Some of us actually want to play.” A teen shouts out at you, and his friends jeer in agreement, forcing you off the game with embarrassed giggles. 

“Wow, kids are mean.” Beomgyu exclaims and you laugh. “Kids? We’re barely a couple of years older than them.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Beomgyu comments, not seeming to share your laughter. 

“Hey, are you okay? They were jerks but they’re just teens, you know?” You try to comfort him. You know how mean teens can be, but Beomgyu just shakes his head and gives you a big smile. “Oh no, I’m not thinking about that at all. I just remembered something… doesn’t matter. Let’s go play another game.” 

“Okay…” You trail off uncertainly, unsure if he’s really okay. But then you spot something that takes your attention away. “Oh, let’s go play that shooter game! There is a toy there that I really want!” 

You step towards it, but as soon as you do, you’re being pulled back by your boyfriend. “I don’t really like shooter games. Too violent, you know?”

“It’s an air gun.” You explain slowly as if he doesn’t grasp the concept, and he shrugs.  “Well, it still teaches violence to kids. Today an air gun, tomorrow a school shooting.” 

You roll your eyes at his silly dramatics. “Too bad we aren’t kids then. We’re a whole couple of years older than kids. Now come on.” You drag him behind you, sights already set on a teddy bear that reminds you of Beomgyu. 

“I wanna win that one! Add it to my beargyu collection at home.” You clap excitedly, and the man at the stand hands you a gun to use.

“She’s got a good eye. She picked the best prize.” The man tells Beomgyu then turns back to you. “You have to shoot all the cans down to be able to win that one.”

“Yeah. She has expensive taste, that one.” Beomgyu comments and you pout, playfully shoving him. “Gyu!” 

“Is it not true?” He cocks an eyebrow at you and you push your head up defiantly. “I just have high standards, that’s all.” 

“I know, baby. And you deserve the best.” He says, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it, making you blush. 

“Are you going to shoot?” The man asks impatiently, bored with you and Beomgyu’s public displays of affection. You don’t care though, sending Beomgyu a kiss and a wink.. 

Still, it’s gonna be challenging winning that bear, and you have to concentrate. 

“Okay…” You take a deep breath and get into position, turning towards again Beomgyu and squeaking a quick ‘pray for me’ before you look back and start shooting. 

And damn, you’re a lousy shot. 

At the start, the cans are all lined up next to each other so you manage to fell a lot of them just by generally shooting in their direction, but as their numbers dwindle, you start completely missing them. 

“Baby, you’re trying to shoot the cans, not the other patrons.” Beomgyu quips and you glare at him, almost shooting him too, and he raises his hands in surrender. “Just saying.” 

“Well, don’t say.” You grit, missing even more shots. 

“Damn it!” You exclaim in frustration, seeing your chances go down with each missed shot, and eventually running out of ammo. “Ughhhhh.” 

“Cheer up, baby. You tried your best.” Beomgyu tries to comfort you, “You just–”

“I wanna try again.” You proclaim, smacking more tickets down on the counter and gesturing for the worker to reload your gun before trying again. 

And again. And again. And again. Each time failing more miserably than the last, the frustration getting to you. 

“Baby, we’re running out of money here. Soon, I’m gonna have to sell my kidney to give you arcade money.” Beomgyu appeals to you once more, urging you to give up.

“Fine!” You give a huge sigh, finally handing over the gun sadly. “I just really wanted it.” 

“Why? We have a million teddy bears at home.” 

“I know but I wanted that one.” You pout, moving a finger across his chest coyly. “Can you try to win it for me?”

“Babe–”

“Pretty, please.” You turn on the puppy-dog eyes that you know have been very effective on him in the past.

He sighs, looking defeated. “You know I would do anything for you.” 

“Yes! Works every time.” You congratulate yourself, preparing to watch your pacifist boyfriend flounder just like you did, but planning to enjoy anyway. 

Except he doesn’t. To your absolute shock, Beomgyu clears the game on the first try. 

“Wow, you’re really good at this.” You clap, amazed, and give him a big hug. “When did you learn this?”

“Oh. I used to play this game a lot as a kid.” Funnily enough, you feel like you’ve watched him do this before. Maybe it was in one of your prince dreams…

“See? And you didn’t become a violent psychopath. You were worrying for nothing.” You tease him, holding your hard-earned teddy bear up and giddily spinning around with it. 

“Excuse me.” A small voice calls out, halting your merriment and you look down to see the most adorable child tugging at your skirt. Well, you see a blurry, double vision of an adorable child as your poor brain tries to recover from the celebratory spinning. 

“Oh, hello. Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” You gush. “What’s your name?” 

“Ben.” He says, and Beomgyu gasps, equally as dramatic as you. “Well, that is just the cutest name ever.” 

“Thank you.” Ben plays with his fingers and swings shyly from one foot to the other. 

“Are you lost, Ben?” Beomgyu asks, getting down to his knees in front of the child. “Where is your mommy?” 

The child points off somewhere.

“Do you want us to take you to her?” You ask, but he shakes his head. “No. I just wanted to say that… that I like your bear and and–can we trade? You can have my toy instead!” He presents you with a small bright orange and yellow toy truck.  

“Aw, you cheeky little thing.” Beomgyu tuts, “That is very generous, but I just won this for the pretty lady and I think she wants to keep itt.” 

You do. You really want to keep it. But Ben looks so disappointed at hearing that, that you don’t have the heart to refuse him for long. 

“That’s okay, Gyu. He can have it.” You intervene, and Beomgyu raises an eyebrow at you skeptically. “Are you sure? You made such a fuss about it.” 

You shoot him a glare. “I know but he’s a kid and he wants it.” 

“The way you were acting earlier, one could’ve easily mistaken you for a kid too.” He mumbles and you smack the back of his head in indignation. “Hey!” 

The sound of Ben’s purely ecstatic laughter at what you did grabs both your attention and prevents you from further squabbling. 

“You like seeing me smack the stupid man?” You raise your hand towards Beomgyu threateningly and he cowers dramatically. “I stand corrected. I shouldn’t have been worrying about kids learning violence from games when they can just learn it from people like you.” 

“Aw, you wound me, baby.” You let your hand down to smooth down his hair affectionately. “This is just a tried and true discipline technique. I’ll show you more when we get home.” You give him a wink and he blushes. 

“Alright, let’s take you to your mum.” You announce to the kid, handing him the toy bear and giggling at the way he struggles to walk while holding the giant thing. 

When you’re within sight of his mother, she calls out, relieved. “Ben! There you are!” She runs to hug him. Or tries to hug him but she can’t really with the stuffed animal in the way. “Where did you get that teddy bear from?”

“We gave it to him.” You explained happily and she gasps, turning to scold him. “Did you ask them to give it to you? You know I told you you to stop doing that. It’s not polite—He’s always asking strangers for things, pretending to be all cute and innocent to swindle people out of their belongings. It’s really not nice… or safe!” She explains to you, before turning back to her son. “Now give the bear back to the nice couple.” 

“But I don’t wanna!” He throws a tantrum, and you and Beomgyu exchange an amused look. 

So the little rascal was playing you. Well done. 

“That’s fine. He can keep it.” You tell his mum, but she won’t hear it. “Not, it’s not. You don’t have to–”

“We want to.” You reassure her, and Ben looks at his mother expectantly, his little face praying that she’d allow him to keep the bear and she sighs. “Fine. Though you’re only enforcing bad habits.” She gives you both a stern look and Beomgyu gives a small apologetic bow. “We’re sorry, ma’am.” 

You fight to contain your giggles as she turns to her son. “What do we say, Ben?”

“Thank you!” He chirps happily. 

“You’re welcome.” You both laugh. “Enjoy it.”

“I will!”  

“See you, Ben.” Beomgyu crouches down to say goodbye to him, raising his hand up so Ben can give him a high five, which he does enthusiastically.  

“Bye.” You wave goodbye to Ben and his mum, walking away with Beomgyu. 

Seeing how sweet Beomgyu was with Ben… how naturally he acted and how at ease the kid was with him… it made you yearn for things you can’t have. It made you want to have that–to have a child that is yours and Beomgyu’s. But you can’t ask him that of him, not after what he told you, not for a while, at least. 

Too preoccupied with the thoughts, you don’t think to hide them from Beomgyu, and he quickly notices the shift in your mood. 

“What?” Beomgyy asks, and you look at him in confusion, so he explains, “You’ve been quiet for a while.”

“Oh.” You blink away the tears from your eyes, not even having realized they had gathered there, silently fighting against the weird emptiness that seeing him interacting with the child has opened up in you. “Nothing. I'm just suddenly really tired. Let's go home."

You can tell he doesn’t buy your excuse. “Did you want the bear? You know you could’ve said–”

“No. No. It’s not that, really. I just…” You trail off and a look of realization comes over his face. You quickly add on, “Beomgyu, it’s really nothing. Let’s just go home, okay?” 

Still, he doesn’t believe it. But he gathers you in his arms anyway and gives you a sweet peck on the lips. “Okay.”

He’ll always give you what you want. 

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“You can be so good to me. Why do you have to be such an ass sometimes?” You murmur against his lips.

“I just can’t afford to lose you–ah–” He trails off in a moan as you continue to ride him. 

"You really will do anything to keep me, huh?" You clench around him, making him automatically buck under you. “Ah-ah-ah, I said no moving, baby.” 

"Yes, darling.” His hands fist at the sheets in an effort to keep his body from reacting to the way you’re fucking him so tortuously. 

“Call me princess. I liked it when you did that.” 

“Baby…” He protests, and you move your hands up his torso to brush your thumbs across his nipples before you bend down and lick one. “Come on, my prince, you said you’ll do anything for me.” 

“Yes, princess.” You could practically feel his cock twitching inside you as you let go of his nipple with a pop to sit back and properly ride him, really quickening your pace to reward him for his compliance. 

It’s so easy to get Beomgyu to do what you want. He’ll bend over backwards to keep you happy. He just gets too in his head sometimes and starts getting paranoid so you need to shut his brain down. 

And shut down it is, right now. He’s entirely under your mercy, laying down for you to ravage him and loving every second of it. “Oh god. Close, princess. So close.” 

“Don’t cum yet.” 

“Please, I can’t.” He croaks. Oh, how you love to see him struggle. It’s like a drug to you, seeing how much he needs you. 

“Hold it.” You pant, bouncing on top of him, intent to push him right to the edge, and when you feel like he’s about to fall over it, you quickly get off him, his red cock smacking against his tummy, dribbling precum as it twitches from the denial. 

“Fuck… fuck…” Beomgyu curses, his body entirely wound up from the pent up frustration and lust. 

"Shhh." You hush him with a kiss that he hungrily reciprocates, the wet sounds of lips and tongues meeting echoing around the room. When you pull back his lips are shiny with spit and his eyes are drowning with need. But he never reaches out for you, never tries to take what he wants. Your pretty prince. 

You lean forward to open up the bedside table, taking out your vibrator. Beomgyu stares, wide-eyed, as you grab his cock and sink down on it once again. But this time instead of riding him, you swivel your hips around and turn on the vibrator, pressing it to your clit.

“Oh, you’re going to kill me.” He groans, squirming under you as the vibrations and the way your cunt is clenching around him build his high up once again..

"No cumming until I do." You order, and he’s unable to keep his hands to himself anymore, choosing instead to grab at your thighs, his body needing to latch onto yours–just holding onto you to keep him tethered, never forcing you to give him more no matter how much he wants it. 

"I don’t know if I can hold it.” 

"You will. Or do you need me to put a cock ring on you?" You threaten, but the small involuntary thrust of his hips surprise you. “Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I like anything you do to me.” He confesses, making your skin tingle. 

You grind on him faster, moving the vibrator up and down your slit, feeling your release looming near. 

“Oh my fucking god, princess, please.” 

"What is it, baby?” You gasp, thighs starting to spasm from the impending orgasm. “You wanna cum?"

"Uh-huh." He whimpers pitifully like a dog begging for his master to reward him. “You know, I do.” 

Of course, you do. It’s so obvious, he’s practically on the verge of crying, but it’s always so fun to tease him about it. 

"But I thought you said you'd let me do whatever I wanted to you, and I like keeping you on the edge. Love seeing you go all dumb for my pussy." You pout, acting like you’re upset and he eats it all up. 

"I’m sorry… I just need it." He cries, head thrown back and his nails digging into your skin. "Close–so close–please–oh god, please—"

“Cum for me, gyu. Fill me up.” You finally have mercy on him, taking the vibrator away as your pussy clenches around him, milking him of his seed as you hurl over the edge. 

“Yes—oh, princess–ahhh–” He holds your hips and ruts up into you, releasing his cum inside you and filling you up just like you wanted. 

It takes you both a while to come down from your orgasms, the delayed gratification bringing out a very intense high. But when you do, he pulls you down to him, wrapping you safely in his arms. 

“I’m sorry for being so crazy lately. I just love you so much.” He presses a kiss against your damp forehead. 

“I know, baby. I love you too.” You reciprocate fully, but as the high wears off, doubt starts to set back in. “But you can’t keep acting that way. I am not going to cheat on you with Taehyun and it hurts me that you would even doubt that.” 

“I’m sorry, it’s just… my ex. She–”

“Let me guess, cheated on you.” You roll your eyes, not meaning to diminish his pain but you just hate his ex so much. “But baby, I’m not her. I love you. Only you.” 

“I know, but… it would just make me feel better if you didn’t talk to him.” 

“He’s my co-worker, I have to talk to him.” 

“Plenty of people don’t talk to their co-workers. In fact plenty of people maintain a very healthy mutual animosity with their coworkers. I think you should try that.” 

“Beomgyu.” You deadpan, exasperation clear in your tone. 

“Fine. I’ll try to tone it down.” 

“Thank you. I really don’t want to… lose you.” 

He frowns, pushing you back so he can fully see your face. “You won’t. You will never lose me.” He says it with absolute certainty, and maybe his promise was meant to sound reassuring, but something about the way he said it makes you shiver. 

“Are you cold, baby?” He asks, concerned. 

“I… I guess.” 

“Come here.” He pulls you down into his arms, wrapping you up in that warm embrace that seems to always make you forget about all the wrong he’s done. When you’re in his arms, it’s like the world slips away and it’s just you and him and the love you have for each other. None of those troubling thoughts can reach you here, none of the doubts. 

Just you and him. Forever. 

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“Don’t talk to her that way.” Beomgyu snarls at Taehyun, looking like he is going to spring forward and attack him but you hold onto him tightly.  

“Beomgyu, stay. Let me talk to him alone.” You whisper to him but he shakes his head. “No.” 

You lean closer to him so only he can hear you. “Come on, Beomgyu, we had a deal. Anything you want after, just let me talk to him.” 

He throws a hateful look towards Taehyun, obviously not happy with what’s happening, before he looks back at you and pulls you into a sudden kiss. Your hands shoot up to his chest, trying to push him away but his own hands hold onto you, one grabbing the back of your head and the other squeezing your ass. 

“My lord, this is not proper.” You hear someone reprimand, making you flush with humiliation and reminding you that you have more than one witness to Beomgyu’s mortifying display of ownership over you. 

“I can still taste my cock on your tongue, princess.” Beomgyu says loudly enough for Taehyun to hear before finally letting you pull away, ignoring your incensed look in favor of smirking at Taehyun. You follow his gaze to find that Taehyun looks to be seconds away from exploding. 

“Fucking stay here.” You grit out at Beomgyu, your outrage giving you the strength you need to make your way towards Taehyun without trembling anymore. 

“Is this what you left me for? Just to go back to being treated like a piece of meat?” Taehyun denounces in disgust once you’re standing in front of him. 

Left him for? What?

It is at that moment that you wake up from your dream, filled with feelings of shame, disgust and guilt. 

Now what could this mean? If Taehyun is right and your dreams are meant to express your discomfort with the way Beomgyu is treating you, then why are you dreaming that you and Taehyun were together? Are you completely overthinking this? Is it just weird dream happenstance? 

You mean, it did mirror what happened earlier with Beomgyu kissing you in front of everyone so maybe that’s what your mind was going for and it just started acting wonky the way brains on dreams do. 

But why, as always, does it feel so devastatingly real? Why do you still feel like you’ve betrayed Taehyun somehow? 

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A/N: our dear old crazy possessive beomgyu ❤️😂

#txt smut #fem!reader #dom!reader #sub!idol #sub!beomgyu #sub!txt

[evermore-fashion]

Met Gala 2023: My Top 10 Women’s Looks

Here we go, this is my 10 women’s looks from the Met Gala 2023. Just to remind everyone that my opinions are mine alone, so feel free to agree or disagree with me as much as you like. However I will not tolerate any hate personally aimed at me if you disagree with me to the point where you want to start an argument. So let’s keep it respectful, clean (language wise) and more importantly let’s have some fun with this. Like I said, if you’re looking for an argument, then you’re following the wrong fashion blog. 

1. Kim Kardashian wearing Schiaparelli. This was the first look I saw this morning when I switched my phone on and I was blown away by it. I honestly didn’t know what to expect from Kim after her look from last year that got a lot of people talking. So I was pleasantly surprised to see her in an original design that shows off her body in all the right places and I love the draped pearls across her breasts (which are actually covered by a nude bra). Overall it was another Met Gala and another show stopping moment from Kim Kardashian.

2. Doja Cat wearing Oscar De La Renta In comparison to Jared Leto, Doja Cat understood the theme and took it to a whole other level that was both unexpected but not at the same time. I loved the use of prosthetics that complimented her simple yet stunning crystallised gown. Plus who doesn’t love a gown with a hood that has cat ears coming out the top that makes you look like a fashionista rather than someone attending a Halloween party?

3. Gigi Hadid wearing Givenchy I’m a sucker for a black gown that comes not just with a corset but a lot of tulle draped perfectly in all the right places as well. Gigi just looked stunning in this and considering a lot of attendee’s were also wearing either black or white, her Givenchy gown stood out when I was scrolling endlessly through all the looks earlier today. Simple, yet perfect sums up her look that I couldn't not add to my top 10 favourites. 4. Cardi B wearing Chenpeng Studio  I just loved the edgy yet alternative bridal look that also incorporated a masculine energy through the shirt and tie design blended with a corset that still made the overall gown look and feel feminine as well as beautiful. I’m not a fan of Cardi B as a rapper but like Kim Kardashian her Met Gala looks have never disappointed and I think this look was one of her best yet. 

5. Devon Aoki wearing Jeremy Scott Even though it’s yet another black & white gown, I just love the cartoon styled wings on the bust line of the corset. To me it made this gown stand out in the sea on monochrome that plagued the Met Gala 2023. Without that unique design, this gown would’ve gone unnoticed and it would’ve easily become another gown that was worn to the wrong event.

6. Florence Pugh in Valentino Florence has been killing it with her red carpet looks in the last 18 months or so, so it was no surprise that she would turn heads at the Met Gala. Whilst I'm not a fan of Valentino since Pierpaolo Piccioli took over as creative designer when Maria Grazi Chiuri left for Dior back in 2016, I can’t help but love this look. A simple white gown paired with a huge feather crown just looked stunning on Florence and it’s another reason why we love seeing show stopping numbers like this one.

7. Glenn Close wearing Erdem Moralıoğlu Similar to Florence Pugh’s look, Glenn Close just looked phenomenal in her Erdem Moralıoğlu design. Once again it was simple yet stunning and I loved the colour on her. It suited her to a tee and what better way to pair a simple gown that with a huge pale blue cape and the sparkliest jewellery of the night. It just goes to show that anyone of any age and can look amazing when dressed perfectly for the Met Gala.

8. Liu Wen wearing Tory Burch I just love how simple the gown is yet at the bottom it’s filled with white flowers that make the Tory Burch gown stand out amongst hundreds of Met Gala looks. The whole look screams red carpet but it’s also the ideal gown for a bride who doesn’t want to wear white to her wedding. Liu Wen just looked stunning in it and it’s why her look has made it into my top 10. 

9. Salma Hayek wearing Gucci I just love that it wasn’t black or white and the sharpness of the red looked phenomenal on Salma both in the PVC corset and the long tiered skirt. Plus the subtle draping of the pearls as straps just topped the look off altogether. Once again I loved everything about it and I can’t fault it at all. It was perfect.  10. Tems wearing Robert Wun This gown was a standout for all the right reasons. Tems looked absolutely gorgeous from head to toe and I love how all the feathers are perfectly placed on both the gown, the gloves and the headpiece from stepping over that line from haute couture into a costume. The shape of the gown also compliments her body to her a tee and I couldn’t think of anything better that Tem’s could’ve worn to the Met Gala.  So this concludes my top 10 looks from the Met Gala 2023. I have to say picking this list was hard because there were so many another amazing designs worn last night, however these 10 stand out to me the most. Feel free to leave your opinion in the comments about which was your standout garment from last night, perhaps it’s on my list and perhaps it’s not. 

I look forward to hearing what you all have to say about this year’s fashion.

#Fashion #Met Gala 2023 #Met Gala #Personal

[amakumos]

CUPID’S CORNER — ten ; bob, the cat

because he’s a little shit, nishimura riki sends a totally embarrassing confession about you to “cupid’s corner”, a twitter account that posts anonymous confessions from decelis academy students. but when that joke confession suddenly makes a bunch of people confess to you on cupid’s corner (for real this time!) riki finds that he’s jealous — and oh… he can’t believe it took him a fake confession to realise that he’s crazily in love with you.

Riki is indeed waiting for you outside your chemistry classroom.

Your best friend looks at you with a bright grin. “Come on, let’s go!”

“Riki, I have after-school practice,” you say, as he drags you along with him. Riki shakes his head. “You only have after-school practice on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. It’s a Thursday.”

You didn’t know that Riki knew your schedule.

But, going to a cat cafe wouldn’t be the worst — you’re making sure that Riki’s going to pay. It was his idea anyways, so he might as well pay for it. “Fine.” you say.

You can’t really say no to Riki anyways.

“Have you found out who the volleyball anon is?” you ask Riki, as you two make your way to the cat cafe. You don’t notice how Riki clenches his jaw a little at the mention of your anonymous secret admirer — he’s jealous.

“No,” Riki replies.

“Damn,” you say. “What do you think about it, though? The whole… confessions thing.”

After Taki had helped him realise that Riki’s actually jealous because he’s in love with you, Riki can’t give an unbiased opinion about your secret admirer.

“I think my confession inspired them,” Riki jokes. It’s the only thing he can say without making things awkward between you two. You scoff, nudging him with your elbow. “Sure it did, ‘Ki.”

“You know nothing tops my confession,” he teases you, and you roll your eyes. “Yeah. It made me really emotional,” you joke. “I’m so happy that you still love me even though I crapped my pants in 5th grade P.E. Where can I find a man like you?”

Gosh, he knows you’re joking, and your tone is laced with sarcasm — but why does it make Riki’s heart skip a beat?

Taki’s told him that Riki’s been keeping his feelings for you inside for a very long time. So long, that even Riki himself didn’t realise it until he started getting jealous. Riki doesn’t know when he started liking you, he just knew somewhere down the line… feelings that were purely platonic turned into something a little bit more.

And yes, he’s terribly jealous because of that secret admirer of yours, but he reminds himself that the secret admirer doesn’t spend as much time with you compared to Riki himself. Jokes on you, volleyball anon, he thinks.

The cat cafe isn’t far from Decelis, so you and Riki get there relatively quickly. He holds the door open for you, waiting for you to enter before he does. “Wow, what a gentleman.” you joke.

“Yeah, I’m trying to impress you.” he replies.

Words that Riki would usually say to you without much thinking now seem like playful flirting. Was this always how he communicated with you?

“Oh, really?”

Riki tries to stay composed. Don’t blush, don’t look nervous. It’s just you.

“Yeah. Is it working?”

He takes a small glance at you to see your reaction to his words. Personally, Riki thinks that he’s really good at reading you — but now he doesn’t know what that smile on your lips means.

“I don’t know. You tell me,” you reply, as you walk up to the counter, Riki trailing behind you. “You’re paying, by the way, since this was your idea.”

“Okay,” he hums, fishing his wallet out of his pocket. “Entry for two?” the girl at the counter says, and Riki nods.

“Yup. Just head on in, grab a seat.” she says. Riki turns to look at you, and he notices that you’re distracted by the cute cat that seems to be looking right at you. “Oh, before I forget. Is there anything you’d like to drink?”

“She’ll have an iced latte… I’ll grab a iced americano, thanks.” Riki says to her, giving the girl the money, which she puts in the register. “Your drinks will be ready soon.”

“Riki! This one’s so cute,” you say, beckoning him over. Riki thanks the girl at the counter before heading over to you, and you look at him with a bright smile. “Look,” you say, motioning to the cat that you’ve been looking at for the past few minutes.

“It is really cute.”

The cat seems to like you too, and you smile as you play with the cat. Riki’s heart does a flip at the sight of your smile. He likes it when you’re happy.

“You should name the cat,” he suggests. “I’ll name it… Bob.” you say, and Riki raises an eyebrow. “You’re naming the cat Bob?”

“It’s a cute name!” you say, and Riki stifles a giggle. “This cat isn’t a Bob. It’s more like a… Jamie.”

“It’s totally a Bob, Riki.”

“It’s not.”

“It likes me more than you, so I’m going to call it Bob.” you say, as you pet the cat. Riki chuckles, shaking his head. “Whatever you say, I guess.”

“Are you talking about this cat? His name is Truffles.” the girl says, returning with your drinks. She hands you the iced latte, and hands Riki the iced americano.

“Truffles. Mmm… Bob suits him better.” you hum as she leaves. “Truffles is a good one, (Name).” Riki tells you, petting another cat that has curled up next to him.

“Let’s see what Bob says, then. Bob, do you like the name Bob?” you ask the cat, and the cat doesn’t seem to show any dislike towards the name — you see that as a yes.

“He likes it.”

“He just looked at you. That doesn’t count as a yes, (Name).” Riki says to you, picking up the cat and placing it in his lap.

“Cute.” you say, seeing Riki gently pet the cat. “Thanks. I know,” Riki says, as you roll your eyes. “The cat, Riki.”

“Oh, so you don’t think I’m cute?”

You’re not quite sure how to respond to that. Riki takes your silence as an answer, and he looks at you with a cheeky grin.

“So you do. It’s okay, (Name). You don’t have to be embarrassed about being right.”

You playfully roll your eyes, nudging Riki with your elbow. “I didn’t agree.”

“You didn’t say anything, so I’m taking it as a yes.”

Little does Riki know that your silence was indeed an answer, and it’s the one that he’s secretly hoping for.

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author's note. me when i want what they have. whos going to tell me that theyre trying to impress me. kms .

CUPID'S CORNER! a riki smau. genre: smau, crack, fluff, idol au pairing: non-idol! riki x non-idol! reader warnings: swearing, ignore timestamps taglist is CLOSED!

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[kaiju-krew]

Hey there! Firstly, big big fan of your art and headcanons, ty for your cool and awesome big brain ❤️ Now that you’ve seen the movie, I’m wondering what your thoughts are on Shimo??? I’ve just seen impressions of her so scattered. (I saw your post on how she will NOT be treated as a pet, and I so appreciate that.)

I will say, for me the ‘old gal’ vibes are so strong and I’m here for it. Like when Goji blasts his atomic breath into the sky at the end and she’s looking at it with such awe and her cute super gummy smile, it reminds me of when a grandma gets shown some common piece of technology that the rest of us are used to, but she just can’t heckin believe it because she lives in a damn cave??? I loved that.

hi hi! omg u think i have a big brain...... compliment of the century.... i must have ppl fooled bcuz i am viscerally dumb most of the time

anywAYS. gxk spoilers below (and a lot of ranting)

shimo my beloved💙 i appreciate most interpretations of her, besides people who are just straight up caling her a dog. and like, not in the way i’d compare goji to a cat? for me it's more mannerisms based, so for goji my main expression/mannerism inspirations are cats, wolves, and komodo dragons (obviously), and for mosu it's owls and cats, with a crumb of horses because of their 'ear' communication so i use that with her antennae.

sorry for tangent but anyways. i dont need someone barking at me that i call goji a cat/draw him acting like a cat so calling shimo ‘kong’s pet dog’ is fine. i think its the difference between goji having the personality i characterize him with + mannerisms inspired by other animals, vs. him having no personality besides Being A Cat. like, he’s a dumbfuck but he’s clearly an intelligent creature capable of communication and understanding. i make a lot of shitposts but truly in my personal hc i’d never reduce him to ‘pet level intelligence’

i think i’m extra touchy about people calling her ‘kong’s pet’ because like. dawg. did you watch the movie? she was JUST freed from being skar’s slave/beast of burden/abused pet whatever you wanna call it. why would you want her to become another creature’s pet again?(obviously minus the abuse) idk mannn it just feels…. reductive somehow. she clearly shows intelligence and understanding when she realizes what’s happening during the fight and helps to kill skar. i just refuse to reduce her entire character to kong’s pet status bcuz that makes me uncomfortable asf.

as a disclaimer, you’re welcome to have whatever hc you enjoy. me expressing my personal thoughts on the matter isn’t an attack on anyone who characterizes her that way, i’m just not interested in engaging with it in the slightest.

DOUBLE ANYWAYS i just needed to get that outta my system. TIME FOR CUTE FUN IDEAS YAHOOO

i’m seeing mixed info about her age so idk where she actually sits there?? i remember seeing something like she’s the First Titan but i also think the novelization of the movie said she’s only 3 million years old?? when im p sure they’ve said goji is 250+ million years old so…. i have no clue there lol. personally she feels less jaded and grumpy than goji does to me so my brain automatically sees her as similar or younger bcuz of my Grumpy Old Man bias.

i’m still workin out my ideas for her but based on how the movie ends i like to think she helps kong with relocating the apes to a better home, and they mostly live in HE. her n kong venture up for surface dates bcuz she gets what she fucking deserves 💙

goji nearly has an aneurysm the first time they come up, since mosu literally takes them for a lil tour of monster island. bro standing there clenching his fist like the arthur meme, he begrudgingly knows she’s right and eventually he gets used to it

i got more ideas cookin for her but this post is already too damn long cuz of my ranting time to stfu

SHIMO BEST GIRL 10/10

#gxk spoilers #kai talks #KAI FKIN YAPS SOMEONE SHUT ME UP #godzilla #mothra #shimo #kong #didnt have time to spellcheck dont @ me

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Succubus Blues

summary: When the new succubus at the school starts sleeping around with the Nightshades one by one, Xavier gets impatient for his turn. Except it seems like his turn may never come.

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x succubus!reader

minor pairings: Ajax x reader, Davina x reader, Rowan x reader (obligatory au where he’s alive) Wednesday x Enid

mentions of: Yoko x Reader, Bianca x Reader, Wednesday x reader

warnings: smut (i’m marking the beginning and end so you can skip ~) reader has a demon form, she’s insecure about it, small mentions of death, reader gets around

tags: bisexual reader, jealousy, insecurity, angst with happy ending, hurt comfort, fluff, soulmates, forced proximity, love confession, monster loving, smut (this includes: femdom, marking, begging, praise, hair pulling, finger sucking, oral fem receiving, PIV, pounding, enthusiastic consent)

this was very long so let me know if I missed any

word count: 6.9k (i swear this wasn’t intentional) yes, the title is a book reference

Xavier knew that falling for a succubus was a bad idea. 

There were a lot of supernatural creatures in the outcast world that didn’t make for very good partners for various reasons; shadow creatures with no actual body, vampires and any kind of creatures that feed on blood, out of control lycanthropes, golems known for spreading diseases. The list could go on forever. But one of the worst creatures you could catch feelings for was the succubus. They were actual demons who fed on human souls, using their own lust against them. Some of them could feed on dreams and some needed physical contact. 

So when this girl walked into the Nightshades library and Xavier’s heart skipped a beat he knew he was fucked.

Or at least he wished he would be. [Y/F/N] was the most charming, magnetic, electric, and attractive person he knew. She exhaled self-confidence and fierceness, was a smooth talker, and had the body of a goddess. You couldn’t blame a guy for hoping.

It was perfectly normal to be attracted to a succubus; everything about them from their smile to their scent was made to lure you in. But the more Xavier got to know her, the deeper his feelings for the girl got until he couldn’t blame her nature anymore. It wasn’t just the way his body reacted to her touch. No. It was the way he couldn’t suppress his smile when she walked in the room, the way she made his day better with just a few kind words, the way she laughed at his jokes under her breath like she was trying to hold it in.

This is why it sucked that she did not return his feelings. And why it hurt so much seeing her with other people. And she got around. Succubi need to feed and [Y/N] was insatiable.

She first got her claws in Ajax. When she joined the Nightshades they threw a little party to welcome her in, make her feel part of the group. It was Yoko’s idea. Not even two whole glasses of mimosa in she was flirting with the gorgon boy, batting her eyelashes at him, not-so-subtly touching his forearm. 

Xavier was furious. He hated that he had to watch the whole thing unfold from a distance as he was having a conversation with Bianca about Thornhill’s class. He wished he could hear what they were laughing about. He knew she was faking it for him. The little lines that formed at the corners of her eyes every time he made a joke were missing. She wasn’t laughing with her whole body like she was with him, just a dainty little giggle. A strategy to stroke Ajax’s ego.

After not even half an hour they excused themselves from the party and got lost in the school’s hallway. 

Then there was Davina. Xavier had the displeasure of witnessing that one up close and personal. As he and [Y/N] were having lunch the siren joined them and the vibes changed so suddenly that it gave Xavier whiplash. Her posture shifted, her back arched, her lips pursed into a sensual smile. It reminded the boy of a cat ready to pounce. Even her voice didn’t sound like her own; it was lower, more seductive. The girl acted like he wasn’t even there. 

They must have snuck away into a janitorial closet or something because, by the next period, the succubus was glowing with magical energy and vitality.

By the time he caught her with Yoko, he figured out she was picking the Nightshades one by one, which gave him hope. Maybe at some point she’d get around to him. It was pitiful, the way he was holding his breath for a crumb of affection from this girl. He wanted her all to himself, truly, but he’d settle for anything she gave him. If that meant sharing her with a whole secret society he could be content with that.

He wasn’t next on her list, it was Rowan. Unfortunately, he had to walk in on them in his own dorm room. When the door creaked open, the two’s heads whipped around at the same time to see who came in. Rowan’s hair was a mess, his lips were red and swollen as if they’d been making out for a while already and on his lap [Y/N] was sitting trying to cover her bare chest with a t-shirt she picked off the ground. 

“Lock the door next time,” he addressed Rowan as if that didn’t just make the situation even more awkward.

But there probably wouldn’t be a next time. He noticed already that the succubus didn’t eat at the same table twice. Either she was trying everyone to see who she liked or she just didn’t like to settle down. In his fantasies, Xavier was so good that she never went to another partner ever again. 

He was all she ever needed, she just didn’t know it yet.

He also noticed that she had a pattern of feeding, around the start of every month. So, only a few days away from the beginning of the next month, when they were both dancing at the Rave’N, Xavier started to get his hopes up. 

She looked gorgeous in her dancing attire, it took everything in him to not compliment her every second. He only asked her as a friend because he didn’t want to push her out of her comfort zone. For as much as he wanted to pull her to the side and confess his feelings and make love to her all night long, she seemed to be a fan of casual stuff.

“Xav, I’ve been meaning to ask you this question. Let me know if this makes you uncomfortable,” the girl started.

This was it. The moment he’s been waiting for. She was going to take him. 

“Go ahead,” he encouraged her, trying to suppress a smile.

“This might be kinda awkward so if I’m asking for too much, just say the words and I’ll pretend this conversation never happened. I don’t want our friendship to suffer.” She stopped and took a deep breath. “There goes nothing: Is it ok if I take Bianca out? I know she’s your ex and I don’t want to hurt you.”

The girl gave him a wink when she talked about taking Bianca out. Xavier knew what that meant; feed on her. She was asking for permission to fuck his ex. Not him. Bianca.

“I mean, do you even know if she’s into girls?”

It occurred to him that the succubus was still talking, but he couldn’t listen to any word coming out of her oh-so-kissable lips. She didn’t seem to notice the war that going on inside Xavier’s mind.

“I initially meant to skip her just to be safe, but she looks so good in that dress and I’m starving,” a low growl escaped the girl’s mouth at the end of the sentence and Xavier could swear her eyes turned red for just a flicker of a second.

Must be a trick of the lights.

They couldn’t finish their conversation as red paint started to fall from the ceiling on both of them splattering their white clothes, their faces, and their hair. Xavier spent a lot of time making his hair look good. Not that it mattered anymore since the girl he did all of that for was busy checking out his ex-girlfriend instead.

Out of chivalry he took off his jacket and put it over [Y/N] head in order to protect her from the paint raining on them as they run towards the exit and almost slipped and fell in the red liquid. Xavier’s hand instinctively wrapped around the girl’s midriff and helped steady her. She pushed his hands away as if they burned her.

That hurt him in ways he couldn’t articulate in words.

“Sorry,” he murmured, embarrassed.

“You didn’t answer my question,” the girl tried to change the conversation and get rid of the awkward air permeating the conversation.

“I don’t mind.”

A lie.

“What the hell, you can even use my shed if you need privacy. Just lock the door or put a sock on it or something. I don’t need another Rowan situation.”

The girl looked down in embarrassment. Xavier didn’t know succubi even got embarrassed about this sort of stuff. From his research (yes, he’s been doing research) they were very open about their adventures and even almost exhibitionistic. He thought the only reason [Y/N] was particularly secretive was because according to Nevermore’s rules, she couldn’t feed on school grounds so she had to keep it on the down low. That was probably the reason she targeted the Nightshades, they were good at keeping secrets.

But she had no reason to hide from him. He knew what she was up to, half the school knew. On more than one occasion he had to intimidate people or threaten them when they commented nasty things about her behind her back. Only to get accused of sleeping with her himself – he wished.

“You’d seriously do that for me?” the girl asks with a hopeful smile. “Thank you!”

It looked like she was going in for a hug but then changed her mind. She’d been awfully distant that night.

Another two months pass by and by Xavier’s math, he was the only Nightshade left. He was a bit upset that she kept him dead last, almost like she had no other choice. But beggars can’t be choosers; and by god was he ready to beg for this girl. 

Besides, maybe she just likes to keep the best for last. He still had hope. Which was swiftly crushed after he saw Wednesday in Thornhill’s class with a very specific mark on her neck. 

He has seen this mark numerous times on [Y/N]'s ex-partners right after they spent the night together. It was dark red and it looked like a bunch of triangles all connected in a circle, almost like a stylized sun. It usually went away after a couple days and the kids always tried to hide it in the meantime. Xavier told himself that when his turn came, he’d wear the symbol proudly – show it off even. He wanted everyone to know that she chose him, she was with him.

But that day never came and now, more than ever, Xavier was worried that it might never come.

Wednesday wasn’t even a Nightshade, she was offered a position in the secret society but she declined. Why was [Y/N] sleeping with her? 

He even tried to ask the raven haired girl about it, but she snapped at him.

“What I do in my spare time is my business,” she said coldly.

He couldn’t even count Wednesday as an exception because after her he heard rumors of other non-Nightshades being with the girl of his dreams.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Xavier couldn’t take it anymore. He had to face the painful truth which was that he will never be with her the way he wants. The reality of it all stung like a hundred sharp icicles through his heart. Cold and merciless like the woman he fell for.

His fantasies of her were always a bit unrealistic. That she’ll fall in love with him after just one night, that he’d be so good she’d never need anyone else but him, that she was avoiding him because he was special somehow for her. It was all lies he told himself to cope. But the reality was even worse than his worst nightmares. He wasn’t at the bottom of her list; he actually wasn’t even an option.

He tried to blink away the hot tears threatening to spill down his cheeks, but the battle was already lost. Good thing he managed to get in his dorm room and Rowan was away – probably with [Y/N]. Maybe she was starting again from the bottom only to be able to avoid him again. Not like he mattered to her.

This was all his fault. He allowed himself to drown in delusions and convince himself to see things that weren’t really there. Like the way the succubus would cozy up to him in the library when they were doing homework until the late hours of the day. She’d sometimes fall asleep on his shoulder or rest against his chest and Xavier could swear the intimacy of it all meant something. Or the way she was always checking on him. Was he sleeping enough? Did he still have nightmares? 

She was just being a good friend and he allowed his imagination to run wild. It was never going to happen. It was time he’d accept that.

The ringing of his phone pulled Xavier out of his miserable pity party.

“Yes?” he answered softly, trying to hide the fact that he’s been crying.

“Xavier!” the excitement in the girl’s voice made his stomach do a backflip. “Listen: I have this crazy plan and I need my partner in crime to make this work. Are you in?”

He was happy being her friend. He valued her friendship. He loved being her partner in crime. Then why did it all hurt so much still?

“What is the plan?” he asked cautiously.

“I’ve been spending more time with Wednesday and it seems she’s absolutely smitten with Enid, her roommate. You know Enid, our resident Gossip Girl.”

Xavier couldn’t really hear the succubus’ words for a while as blood rushed to his head in anger at the thought of her and Wednesday and how they’d been spending more time together. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He had no right to be this jealous. She was never his and never will be. It was time to let her go.

“Cut to the case, [Y/N]”

“Since they’re both clearly in love with each other but too stupid to do anything about it, I thought we could step in and help. You said something about your shed a while ago and it got me thinking. Maybe we could tell them we’re throwing an 'End of the Year' party there and ask them to come, set up a nice romantic dinner and lock them there,” she let out an excited giggle. Xavier’s heart gave a flutter. “I know it’s a little unorthodox, but I think it’ll work. What do you say? Tomorrow night?”

Xavier mulled over her words a little bit. He was mad at this girl. Furious almost. His heart was broken and lying on the floor because of her. But she was still his good friend and he couldn’t disappoint her. He didn’t want to stop being her friend. And she didn’t deserve to be punished just because he was delusional.

“Sure. I’ll prepare the shed, you get the girls.”

“I knew we were on the same wavelength. We’re like our own kooky version of soulmates.”

Soulmates. Xavier let out a humorless laugh. The phone hung up before he could say another word, which was good because he was probably going to regret was he was going to say anyway.

  Xavier was making the last adjustments to the tiny dinner table he manages to squeeze into his shed. He was pretty proud of himself for putting it all together so the plan better work. He’d hate to have put all this effort in for nothing. The shed has been cleaned up, and most of his art supplies had been put aside in a corner and covered under a dark blue bed sheet (he had to improvise a little). There was a small round table in the middle of the room and two mismatched chairs. Xavier liked to think it was a metaphor for the two girls he was trying to set up, as they were also an odd pair. But in reality, he just couldn’t find two matched chairs on such short notice and he wasn’t going to buy new ones just for this.

The door creaked open and Xavier jumped until he saw it was just [Y/N].

“I thought you were bringing in Wednesday.”

The plan was that Xavier texted Enid to come and the succubus brought over Wednesday. This way they could make sure the girls arrived at the same time and couldn’t catch onto their plan before it could unfold. They even got the rest of the Nightshades to corroborate their fake party story to seem more believable.

“Can’t find her anywhere.”

“I’m right here,” the monotone voice couldn’t belong to anyone else but Wednesday.

The two turned around at the same time only to see the gloomy girl closing the shed door in their face. They heard the unmistakable sound of the key being turned in the lock.

“I must admire your bravery,” Wednesday said.

They could barely hear her through the closed window she was behind.

“Or maybe foolishness. Thinking you could one-up me? You two should know better by now. The gorgon boy spilled everything after I pressed him just a little. You should be more careful when you choose who you entrust with your secrets.”

On a closer inspection, Xavier noticed Enid peeking behind Wednesday's shoulder.

“They played us. She figured it out and they turned it around us.”

He grabbed his phone and started texting all of his friends in hopes that one of them would answer and come rescue them. He didn’t know if there was much they could do considering Wednesday had the key and there was no way to get it out of her. But maybe someone from the outside could use something to break the door down.

“One night trapped in here should be enough to teach you not to meddle in my private life.”

And with that, the two girls both left hand in hand.

“Wednesday, you can’t do this! I have a date tonight and I’m famished!” [Y/N] was banging on the door furiously, trying to catch the attention of their keykeeper. “I can’t be here all night! WEDNESDAY!” 

The girl grabbed the doorknob and rattled it vigorously to no avail. The door shook on its hinges but it wouldn’t open – which really meant something considering the succubus had supernatural strength. If anyone could open the door using sheer force, it should be her.

“It’s no use,” Xavier let out a defeated sigh.

He let himself fall on one of the chairs next to the table and rested his head on his palms, covering up his face in the process. His mind was going at 1000 miles per hour. He was trapped in his studio with his crush. She was starving. And furious. There was no escape for the next eight hours… maybe more? How was he going to survive this without doing or saying anything stupid? He wasn’t.

“Maybe they’re just kidding. They’re gonna leave us here for like an hour and come back,” Xavier could hear the desperation in the girl’s voice. “They wouldn’t let us here all night.”

A familiar growl left the girl’s lips. The boy would recognize that sound in a thousand- it was the sound she made when she was hungry. And he didn’t want to admit it but it did things to him. 

“Will you stop abusing my door? They’re not coming back for us.” Xavier fought the impulse to throw his phone at the wall so he set it on the table instead. “They’re all in on it. Wednesday was always a step ahead of us and she got everyone involved. None of them are answering their phones. There’s no way they’re all busy at the same time. They know exactly where we are and they’re leaving us here.”

[Y/N] kicked the door and it gave Xavier the impression she wasn’t doing it to open it anymore, just to let off some steam.

“That’s what I get for trying to play cupid. What was I thinking?”

Dejected, the girl threw herself on the other available chair visibly fuming. He’s never seen her this angry and was embarrassed at how much it turned him on. He couldn’t think about stuff like that, especially not at the moment. Not when he had no way to squeeze out of there and take care of himself.

“You had good intentions. No one can hold it against you that you wanted to help your friends.”

“No, Wednesday is right. I shouldn’t meddle in her personal affairs. Did you hear that, When?” the girl raised her voice at no one in particular. “I’ve learned my lesson! I’ll never try to help you again!”

Xavier gave her a look that said ‘are you done yet?’ and she scowled at him. 

“Is that steam coming out of your ears?” he teased.

She cracked a smile, in spite of everything going wrong. If you were a starving demon and had to be trapped in a shed overnight, at least being with your best friend made it better. Silver linings and all that.

But the girl’s smile was short-lived, being replaced with a grimace as a jolt of pain coursed through her body.

“Are you okay?” Xavier asked worriedly.

“Peachy,” the girl inhaled a sharp breath through gritted teeth. “Just a little peckish.”

Xavier never considered the possibility that not feeding could hurt her. He knew succubi couldn’t die and not feeding meant they lost their powers but it made sense that it could not be that easy. There had to be a bigger price to pay. Being an outcast always came with a price.

“So what hot date did you miss tonight?” he tried to help take her mind away from the pain.

“Just this normie girl, I bought her a coffee a week ago and we’ve been texting since then. Her parents are away for the night and she invited me over.”

The boy tried desperately to hide his jealousy but it was only getting worse.

“I could help,” he proposed with a shaky voice. 

It took a while for the girl to say anything. When she got up from the table and lay on the mattress in the corner Xavier started worrying that he was too quiet in his request, maybe she didn't hear him.

“It’s fine, I can suck it up for the night. I’ll download fucking Tinder tomorrow and find someone quickly. Don’t worry about me.”

How could he not worry when she was basically on the floor, hugging her knees and writhing in pain?

“You’re unbelievable!” Xavier ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “You’d rather sit like this through the night than touch me. Am I that disgusting to you?”

He didn’t mean to be that loud but the rejection was burning in his chest like an angry sun and the words kept pouring out of his mouth with recklessness.

It was the first time she turned him down explicitly. Until this point, he’s only ever begged her with his eyes to take him to her bed. And he never got back an answer. So he pretended she just didn’t understand what he meant, that she was just that clueless. It’s not that she didn’t want him, he just needed to be a little bolder. 

There was no hiding behind delusion now.

The girl finally looked up from the floor. As soon as they made eye contact Xavier almost fell to his knees, feeling the need to apologize for his outburst. She looked crushed. As if something in Xavier’s words or tone fundamentally shatter something inside her.

“You really think that?” she asked and she sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

“Why else would you keep so far away from me?” he asked, but he wasn’t so confident in his accusations anymore. “I’ve sat patiently and waited for you to notice me and you never did, how do you think that makes me feel?” he fought back a sob. “And then I had to sit back and watch you choose someone else over and over again – everyone but me! And even when I’m the only choice left, you still don’t want me.”

The girl looked at him baffled like she had no idea he felt this way. Xavier was quite shocked, too; he didn’t expect to let it all out at once. Now hot tears threatened to spill down his face and he made no effort to hold them back. There was nothing he could hide from her anymore.

“Truth is I’m yours, wholeheartedly and it breaks me to know you’ll never want what I can offer.”

“There is no one in this world that I want more than you, Xavier Thorpe,” the girl whispered, her shattered expression seemingly mirroring his. “I just can’t allow myself to even entertain the idea because I’ll end up heartbroken and you’ll end up dead.”

Xavier seemed confused.

“I know you’d never hurt me–”

“I wouldn’t be able to control myself once I get a taste. I can’t feed on one person alone, it could kill you. That’s why I never have the same person twice in a row, and I give them plenty of time to heal.”

“Well then, you can feed on other people, too. Promise I won’t be jealous anymore… if you promise you’ll come back to me every now and then.”

He gingerly reached for her hand and placed it on his cheek, craving some form of comfort and affection. He half expected the girl to pull back, instead she cupped his face and wiped away a tear with her thumb. 

“I could never do this to you, Xav. It’ll ruin you. Look what seeing me with other people had done to you already. I thought by keeping you at arm’s length I was protecting you,” she scoffed.

Xavier closed his eyes and leaned into her touch even more. He was almost ecstatic to hear she returned his feelings. She truly did want him back, but there was a demon-shaped obstacle in the way.

As she leaned in, their foreheads touched. They sat there for a few moments, resting against each other, simply enjoying the other’s presence. The intimacy of the situation almost made Xavier weep tears of joy. It’s all he’s ever wanted.

“I give you permission to ruin me, you know,” he whispered and they finally parted.

The succubus' eyes turned red once more, her pupils dilating. Xavier wondered if this is what she looked like when she fed. More monstrous. He’d never had the guts to ask any of the Nightshades about the private time they spent with her but he’d always wanted to know.

“What about just a kiss? Would that ease your pain?”

[Y/N] who’s been fighting diligently her demonic urges finally caved in. She grabbed Xavier by the back of his head and pulled him close to her, their lips crashing against one another like clouds in a stormy sky, creating pure electricity. She wanted to be gentle with him, pamper him then slowly unravel him in her arms but every inch of her body ached with longing. She kept him waiting for long enough.

Her kiss felt like fire against Xavier’s lips, painful but purifying. He let out the most sinful moan but then the succubus finally regained control of herself and pulled away. He shamelessly almost toppled over her trying to chase her kiss. He knew he said one kiss, but he hoped it would last longer.

For eternity, perhaps.

“Thanks, that’s better,” she whispered wiping her mouth.

She got up, knowing full well that if she didn’t get away from him soon she was going to break him. He whimpered and looked up at her, still on his knees. The sight alone almost made the girl change her mind.

“Are you sure?” Xavier asked with hopeful eyes.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

~

Xavier couldn’t accept that that was all of it. Not when he got so close to being hers. He mustered up whatever courage was left in his body and grabbed her hand once again and placed it against his cheek. She didn’t seem to mind until he placed her thumb on his bottom lip and opened his mouth. He wasn’t going to force her to do anything, but he wasn’t above begging. 

His pride could rot for all he cared.

The red in the girl’s eyes became a thin circle around her dilated, pitch-black pupil. She reminded Xavier of a cat, which made him wonder if he could make her purr.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed out.

She didn’t. He took her silence as a go-ahead and shoved her finger in his mouth, sucking on it, making sure not to break eye contact. There was something so hot about her inhuman appearance and the way she was looking down on him like she wanted to eat him. And he would let her.

Xavier couldn’t contain himself any longer. His trembling hand made its way into his pants, grabbing his hard member. Whimpers started slipping through his lips as he was stroking himself. He stuck out his tongue and the girl got the message. Her finger slipped out of his mouth and into his hair, grabbing a fistful.

Now his forehead was resting on the demon’s hip as he was fucking his own hand. Being so close to her crotch, he could smell her arousal. The absurdity and sheer depravity of the whole situation were slowly downing on him, making his face flush even redder. But there was something so delightfully exciting about it that it made Xavier throb in his own hand.

“Can I come, please?” he asked breathlessly.

When he looked back up at the girl to see her nod, her head was adorned with two small black horns pointing up. Her grasp tightened around his hair and he could feel what he could only assume were claws scraping at his scalp. All of those sensations combined were all he needed to send him over the edge.

He was still self-aware enough to raise his shirt up as he came all over his own stomach to prevent getting it all dirty. After he was finished he took off his shirt, just as a precaution.

“You look really pretty like this. I could get used to this view,” [Y/N] flashed a smile and Xavier noticed her pointy canine for the first time.

He wanted her to bite his neck so hard he almost wept. That’s what she uses to mark people. And by the end of the night, she was gonna do that to him. She had to.

He didn’t care how embarrassed he would be with all his friends knowing what they did in here and how it was kind of their fault since they locked them in. He just wanted to be hers.

“You took the words out of my mouth,” he finally managed to say. “I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful.”

The words seemed to wake the demon up from a trance as she looked at her clawed hands, then inspected her hair and found the two horns sitting on top of her head. Her expression looked horrified.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed. “I’m so sorry.”

She turned around and only in a few seconds she went back to her human form, the one Xavier was familiar with. She let out a sigh and propped herself against the round table in the middle of the room.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I didn’t mean to scare you…” the girl’s voice was barely a whisper.

This came as a shock to Xavier who didn’t think someone like her would ever get self-conscious. Not when she looked like that.

“It’s just that I was drained and hungry and I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t realize I reverted back to my natural form.”

“You don’t always look like that when you feed?”

She shook her head.

“No one’s seen me like that – ever. That’s why I’m always starving, ‘cause I use all my power to cast this stupid glamour. It’s exhausting.”

Xavier finally sat up, although his knees were still wobbly and his legs were shaky. He came closer to the demon and gave her a peck on the lips.

“Show yourself to me again, please.”

He gave her his best puppy dog eyes and the girl caved. She shifted back to her demonic form, the one she was born in. Xavier stared at her in all her dark and monstrous glory. Her horns, her eyes, her fangs; no one could compare to her otherworldly beauty.

Xavier gave her another kiss, longer this time, with intent behind it. He was assuring her that he’d never be scared of her in any form she’d take. That he would always love her and she’d always be gorgeous to him. The kiss was slow and sensual, full of heart.

“We should stop before I drain you,” the girl managed to say between kisses.

Xavier let out a whimper in protest and rested his head against the demon’s neck. He planted a small kiss there.

“But I didn’t even get to be inside of you,” he complained. “Or taste you.”

“You must have a death wish, Xavier Thorpe.”

But despite the front of annoyance she was putting on, she was biting down on a smile. She wished she could cast this moment in amber and keep it forever.

“Please,” he begged. “If this is the only night I get with you, at least let me make it good for you. I want you to remember this.”

He brought her hands to his mouth once again and started kissing the tip of her fingers, her wrist, then going higher up her arm until he reached her shoulder. He gave it a gentle nib, not enough to leave a mark, just to get a little gasp out of her.

Then his hands started to make their way up her leg, under her dress, and quickly grabbed her underwear. He gave her a questioning look, just to make sure she was comfortable. She looked… needy. Hungry.

“Did you put this on for your date?” Xavier raised an eyebrow.

She nodded.

“Well, I feel bad for the poor bastard but her loss is just my luck. Maybe I should thank Wednesday for all of this. I don’t know if I could handle you being with all of Jericho before I even got a taste of you.”

His nimble hands got rid of her underwear as he started lowering himself to his knees. She liked seeing him like this. Xavier held up her underwear and inspected it, it was visibly soaked.

“All of this for me?”

“You’re getting cocky, Thorpe.”

The girl let out a giggle and jokingly pushed his head lower, earning a laugh from him. He liked how even in the situation they were in at the moment they were still good friends, able to push each other's buttons and tease each other for fun. He let out a content sigh before starting to kiss the inner thighs of the demon in front of him. 

His hands gripped the bottom of her dress and raised it all the way up to her hips, holding it in place so it was out of the way. He was really trying to take his time and savor the moment, but her smell was intoxicating, enticing him to have a taste. She seemed to be even more eager than him, bucking her hips forward in order to get him closer to where she wanted him most.

“Impatient,” he teased right before giving her pussy one prolonged slow lick. 

The moan that came out of her should be illegal. It made Xavier’s dick hard once again, although it really wasn’t long ago he came undone at her feet. 

It took all of his self-control not to start eating her like a starving man, all lips and tongue and teeth everywhere. He wanted the moment to last so he gave her a few more probing licks before he started circling her clit.

The girl’s hands grabbed his hair once again, this time more forceful.

“Stop teasing me or I’ll start fucking your face.”

There it goes again, that growl that made the hair on his arms stand up. Xavier complied, although part of him was wondering how it would be if he kept edging her until she lost her temper. He was sure she was hot as fuck when she was angry.

But he wanted to be her good boy for the night so he complied. Trying his best to read her cues, verbal and otherwise, Xavier started eating [Y/N]'s pussy voraciously, like it was his last meal.

At one point he couldn’t hear her moans anymore, as her legs wrapped around his head like a snake around its prey and covered his ears. As he was getting sloppier and the girl’s body started to shake she grabbed him by the hair and forcefully pulled him off her.

“Why did you do that?” he whined in protest.

But as she lined his cock with her entrance and bucked her hips once again, he understood. Xavier wasted no time and pushed himself inside the succubus, feeling a shiver run down his spine as she gripped him tight and started pulsating around him. With how wet she was he slid right in, there was no need to be patient and gentle.

“You feel so good, baby.”

He kept rutting in and out of her as fast as he could, causing the table she was sitting on to shake rhythmically. Their lips found each other one more time in a sloppy, needy kiss. His hips were hitting against hers in a way that would surely hurt tomorrow, but neither of them could care less in that moment. Even as the demon’s walls started relaxing around him, Xavier didn’t stop– now set on chasing his own high.

He was so close, he just needed a little push.

“Mark me, please,” he gulped. “I’m all yours.”

She didn’t wait for another word and pressed her fangs at the base of Xavier’s neck, low enough that it would be easy to hide under a collared shirt. Her teeth sank in and the boy let out a slutty pathetic mewl as he reached his second orgasm of the night.

~

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he kept repeating like a prayer over and over again in her ear.

He almost fell over, his legs feeling like jelly, but the girl had both her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him close to her body. He shivered and finally managed to look the girl in the eye. Her hand caressed the side of his face gently.

“I’ll find a way we can be together. Promise.”

With one more kiss, she sealed the oath.

“How do you feel?” she asked trying to mask just how worried she really was.

“Amazing,” Xavier laughed. “Like I could move a mountain. Fuck, you were so worth the wait.”

“You’re not tired? Like… absolutely spent?” the girl inquired shocked.

Xavier shook his head, letting out another laugh. He was positively giddy. It made [Y/N] heart flutter with something new and unfamiliar. She truly loved this boy.

“I know that look on your face, you’re cooking something up. What is it?”

“Alright, don’t get ahead of yourself but I think we might be in luck here. There’s this legend in the succubus world about people who are immune to our charms. We can’t get with them using our powers, we have to actually win their heart but if the rumors are to be believed, these people could feed us indefinitely and not die. Instead of being weakened by us, they get stronger. Each succubus has one, they’re like…”

The girl stopped talking to check for something on Xavier’s face, a sign that what she was about to say would be received well.

“They’re like a soulmate.”

Something gleamed in the boy’s eyes. Hope.

“You’re telling me I could be your soulmate and we can be together,” he kissed the girl’s shoulder, the same spot he’s previously bitten while they were having sex. “And you’ll never have to feed on anyone else ever again. And. And.” He pointed each ‘and’ with a kiss on her body, earning a peal of genuine laughter from her.

“I said don’t get ahead of yourself. Soulmates are insanely rare, most of us think they’re just stories. But there is one way to know for sure.”

A long claw softly touched the mark on Xavier’s neck, causing him to let out a low hiss. 

“Sorry,” she whispered. “If this sticks around after a few days, it means your body has accepted the bond.”

I wanna apologize to everyone who’s been waiting for part 3 of ‘the real reason..’ I already wrote it, it’s just that I’m not satisfied with it. So I decided to write this as a pallet cleanser instead. Been working on it for 3 days.

I also wanna thank all of you for liking, reblogging, commenting and following me for the past few weeks. You helped me get back into writing after years of being stuck and thinking I’ve lost my touch completely. You’ve been making my days lately. Thank you!

Also, what do you guys think of a Rowan x reader? I have this idea floating in my mind for a while and maybe I’ll just put it on paper...

As always, let me know if you wanna get tagged in my next fics.

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[toointojoelmiller]

Have you ever consumed so many devastating TLOU fics that you your heart was at risk of being permanently broken? Does the thought of Part 2 being filmed right now and our collective timeline inching closer to *that scene* airing on HBO with Pedro and Bella make your palms sweat? Same!

My prescription for you is to read today's spotlight stories and remember that, actually, we can stop torturing these two at any time we'd like. (Personally, I won't, but reading Joel and Ellie father-daughter fluff once in a while is good for general mental health.) I'm always reading and writing angst and @becomethesun's fics always feel like a breath of fresh air - and, of course, makes me even more heartbroken at all of the what-could-and-should-have-beens that TLOU I promised and TLOU II used to torment us. She is currently writing a Sam and Henry live AU (Collaborators) that is an answer to my prayers. The two stories linked here are favourites of mine:

true blue by @becomethesun 18,505 words || 5 chapters featuring: family fluff, Ellie adapting to life in jackson, good dad Joel Miller, Ellie gets to be a kid

me and my dog (and an impossible view) by @becomethesun 6055 words || one shot featuring: family fluff, good dad Joel Miller, Ellie gets a dog

from @march-flowerr: "If I had to pick one fic only to re read for the

rest of my life, becomethesun’s “true blue is (it feels good to be known so well)” would probably be it. I’m hard pressed to think of a story that I hold dearer than this - five chapters, short but flush with all the small details and nuances of life in Jackson that we don’t get to see in the game. “True Blue” offers such a sweet catharsis while still holding to canon. Becomethesun gives us these compact, bright glimpses into Ellie’s daily life in Jackson: we get to see her goofing off with Dina and Cat, learning to relax into her relationship with Joel, finding her footing in her new family and community. It paints such a tender and clear picture of Ellie as a girl - not Ellie, the ex Fedra cadet, or Ellie the cure - but Ellie as a kid, with friends and questions and ambition and insecurities and a love for her little world so big that it is breathtaking.

In “me and my dog (and an impossible view)”, we’re introduced to Strelka, Ellie’s dog. She finds her as a puppy in an abandoned book store and brings her home to Jackson. Strelka sees her through her through her first rough days of school, sick days and snow days. I don’t really think much more needs to be said about this fic to illustrate just why it’s so good - Ellie gets a cute little dog that makes her happy. What more do you want, people??"

Re-reading these fics feel like coming home. There’s a lyrical cadence to becomethesun's words that I am drawn continuously to. I love the feel of her fics: the syrupy sweet way the story wends itself through from beginning to end, the way that all these intense emotions and elements are whittled down into simple, intimate moments, like making paper crowns with a friend or curling up with your dog after a long day. The real beauty of these fics is the way that becomethesun has chosen to take the small things - the mundane, the day by day - and has chosen to let them shine. To remind us that amidst real horrors - and let’s be real, TLOU has a lot of those - there is still good to be had, that the little things that make up a life well lived - the things we take for granted - are the most important things. That even when it feels like your world is ending, you can still sit on a porch with your family and feel safe. That at the end of the hardest days, you can always come home."

If you read and love this, please please show the author some love and leave a kudos / comment!! Happy fandoming y'all.

Joel Miller isn't dead if we keep him alive y'all.

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[wosowrites]

Soft for Her (Lauren Hemp x Reader)

warnings: none

a/n: based off this request:

prompt: in which the reader is a softie for lauren

You were hard headed, that was a known fact. You were the Katie Mccabe of your team, except while Katie had an angry face and temper on the field, you had that even off the field. The city girls loved you. You were their own personal bodyguard everywhere they went, but they also knew the things that triggered your anger rampages and bad mood. It was just you, and they loved you. They all knew you wouldn’t hurt a fly, but you damn looked like you could.

Oh, and the exception to this hard facade was Lauren Hemp.

You were Canadian, and definitely the biggest fear of national teams. One hard tackle from you could send them out for months at a time, although hurting people was never your intention. When Bev Priestman paired you, Kadeisha Buchanan and Shelina Zadorsky in the back line… you were unbeatable.

But back to Lauren.

Lauren meant the world to you. You would never admit that to anyone, but everyone knew it. Lauren was the human definition of a golden retriever, while you were more of a… black scratched up angry street cat that people frowned at in the street. But Lauren never frowned at you once. When she joined City, people had warned her about you. They had said that you were nice but terrifying and not to be messed with. But she didn’t listen, she made her own opinions on you. And she thought you were the most beautiful person in the world.

It was true, you were really, very pretty. But everyone was always too concentrated on the frown, the tattoos, the cold eyes, the outgrown brown haired once dyed blonde and the strong arms that could probably crush someone’s neck to see your beauty.

That’s why you loved Lauren, she made you smile, which was a rare sight before she arrived to City.

"I mean… even when she scores she doesn’t smile. She just yells like… horrifyingly loudly, pumps the air and beats her fist on her chest. I don’t know how you do it Hemp." Leila had told her one morning. Lauren had just finished having a generic, regular conversation with you, which ended in you grinning from ear to ear and walking off. "The smile didn’t leave her face for like… 12 seconds. That’s a new record." Leila added. "You make her up to be some kind of heartless demon! She’s not. She just has her guard up." Lauren said, walking into the training facility and towards the gym. "I don’t! You know how much we love her. It’s nice to see her smile like that is all. It just catches me off guard. I constantly have to remind myself 'right, her face can do that like the rest of us.'" The spaniard said, making Lauren chuckle and push her lightly.

The girls entered the gym where most of the City people were already at work. "I mean! Lauren! She’s doing bicep curls with 60 pound weights right now." Leila said, avoiding you. "She won’t throw them at you! Be nice." Lauren said, heading to the rowing machine. You looked up from your arms, smiling at Lauren and giving Leila a small nod. "Heyyy there y/n" Leila said, stretching out her words. "Nice weights" she added.

"I’ll throw them at you if you keep on looking at me like I bite." You scowled, making Lauren chuckle. Only Lauren laughed at your threats. "No! I’m sorry!" Leila squealed, running off to hide behind Chloe. You smiled cheekily and looked back at your weights, getting two more reps in before placing them on the ground. "Why do you do that?" a voice behind you says.

You turn around to see Lauren standing there, her chin tilted up a bit to look at you.

"Why do I do what?" You asked her. "Act mean. Or threaten them. They love you and I know you love them but I don’t get it. You’re the sweetest person ever." Lauren said, sitting on the bench press machine as you leaned onto the wall. "Because it’s funny. And I don’t want them to know i’m… soft. Sometimes." You said, struggling to get the word out. "Soft? Huh. I’ve noticed that. You act different with me. Why?" Lauren asked.

This made you look away, focusing instead on the pull up bar. "I don’t know. You’re just… different." You said, grabbing onto the bar and starting to do your reps. "Y/n. Stop that. Look at me." Lauren said.

You ignored her for a bit but eventually dropped down from the bar and took a seat next to her on the bench. "You have your guard up all the time, and you drop it around me. Why?" Lauren said gently. "Because you’re the only one I trust to not have my guard up. I love them. All of them, I do. But I’m not letting people in because that always ends in hurt." You said, fiddling with your fingers.

"Y/n…" Lauren said, going to put her hand on your thigh. "You should get back to your workout. I’ll see you later." You said, standing up and going to the treadmill.

Lauren watched you walk away, completely confused. Confused about the origin of your hard surface, confused about your persona, but mostly, confused about her feelings for you.

Three days later

The team had just won 2-1 over manchester united, it was a big win and a necessary one for them. The girls decided to go home to get dressed and then go out to supper. Bunny chose an italian restaurant that seemed well rated. So you went home to your studio apartment, showered and then tried to choose what to wear. You had gotten a new tattoo on your bicep, so you wanted to show that off. you chose beige dickies and a lakers basketball jersey, paired with purple air jordan’s and gold jewelry. It was only about 15° outside, but you didn’t get cold often so you opted for no coat.

You took your car to the italian restaurant, being one of the later arrivals. "You guys said 7:00, it’s 7:02 how is everybody here?" You asked as you took a seat between Lauren and Ellie. "Everyone knows 7:00 means 6:50, y/n." Esme told you. "Not in Canada! 7:00 means 7:30 in Canada. You’re lucky I showed up at all." You said, earning a small slap from Lauren. "Hey!" you groaned at her. "Nice tat," she said, tracing her finger over the fairy. "Thanks," you said, trying to act as though the feeling of her skin touching yours wasn’t driving you insane.

The supper went smoothly. Ellie made everyone be in her tik toks, the food was amazing, Leila teased you the entire dinner. And then eventually, at about 9:45, people stared leaving. You were one of the last ones to stand up, along with Lauren, Bunny, Leila and Yui. "I want to show you something. Come in my car?" You whispered to Lauren. She nodded gently and looked over to Leila. "Y/n’s gonna drive me home, i’ll see you tomorrow?" Lauren said to Leila.

The spaniard nodded and did not even try to hide her wink.

You rolled your eyes and then walked out of the restaurant with Lauren.

She sat in the passengers seat as you sat in the drivers. You started up the car and turned on the radio, going onto the nearest highway. "We’re going towards the suburbs y/n." Lauren said to you. "I know."

"Why?"

"I love England. But if there’s one thing I miss it’s the mountains in Canada. I miss hiking and being able to see the stars. So, a couple months ago I set out to find a place where I could see them again… the stars that is. And I found this place… and it’s not as good as Canadian mountains but it’s nice." You told Lauren, who listened attentively.

"And you’re gonna bring me there?" Lauren asked. "Yeah. If that’s okay?” You said, focusing on the highway. "It’s more than okay."

A couple minutes later, you pulled over on the side of the highway. The night sky was incredibly dark, but you were right, the stars were brighter than ever. "Wow. It’s beautiful." Lauren whispered in awe. She looked around, spinning around herself as you watched her. You could watch her forever.

Lauren caught up to you and took your hand in hers. You bit your lip to hide a smile. "You can smile you know. There’s no one else here." Lauren laughed, squeezing your hand. You let out a small, tight lipped smille. She held a hold of your hand, both of you standing still and looking up at the sky.

Lauren kept her eyes on the stars, while you kept your eyes on Lauren.

When she looked back down, you were already looking down at her, your eyes tired, but your lips curved upwards. "Can I kiss you?" You whispered to her, making her eyes go wide. "Yes."

You didn’t wait another second, leaning i and putting your hands on the small of her back to draw her closer to you. Kissing her felt right. You felt complete. And after pulling away, all you wanted to do was kiss her again.

"You had to go and wait a year to do that." Lauren said, putting her arms around you, pushing her body against yours while still looking at you. "Hey, our love story is a slow burn," you joked, knowing how much of a sucker Lauren was for romance novels. "Ha ha." She said.

You kept her gaze for a while longer, going in for another quick kiss.

"It’s late, we should go." You said.

She nodded and you walked towards your car, settling in and driving into the night.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #man city #man city women #lauren hemp #leila ouahabi #engwnt #bunny shaw

[mayoslaise]

HIII I was wondering if you could do some Craig x reader dating hcs?💕(some smut too but only if you feel comfortable <3)

Sorry it took me literally forever to write this 😭😭😭

Cw/Tw: None

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Relationship:: Established relationship

Note:: I didn’t feel in the mood to write the smut part but I might some other day sorry. Also if you want to request anything please read the pinned post on my blog!

Reader pronouns:: She/her

Type:: Just fluffy headcannons!

Craig Tucker—★

When I look at Craig he seems like the type of person to bite reader for no reason (thats probably why his teeth are fucked up). He would be cuddling with you and then you suddenly him bite your shoulder.

He loves it when you flip him off after he flips you off. Like you ate one of his fries or something then you get the middle finger but you do it back, got him thinking “yep she’s the one.”

He gets jealous sometimes but he’d just ignore you and go pout in a corner till you ask what’s wrong, but even then he wouldn’t tell you so you’d have to push

If you buy/make little outfits for stripe he will literally marry you right then and there

Let’s be fr Craig is a bully so he’d be covered in bruises and cuts so you have to be his personal doctor <3

If you wear makeup he would want to watch you put it on but call you dumb for wearing it. He’s constantly asking what stuff is

“What is that tube of clear stuff? It looks dumb.”

“The lip gloss???”

You share your stuff with him but he doesn’t let you lay a finger on his

He would be shy to kiss you because of his braces but after you two date for a while he would give you little pecks all over your face for no real reason 🥹

Craig really reminds me of a cat so he would knock over stuff that’s just sitting there

*Knocks over water bottle*

“Why did you do that?”

“Why not?”

He likes to hold your hand when you guys are walking somewhere in public. He gotta make sure people know you’re taken 😈💪💪

He’ll come up behind you and give you a hug then lay his head on your shoulder and whisper something like “I missed you.”

He’s not really a nickname kinda guy. He wouldn’t care if you gave him one but the best he could do is “honey”

He’s surprisingly good at comforting you. You could be crying about anything and he’d instantly make you feel better

He’s actually pretty romantic! He’d pull up to your house with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates on Valentine’s Day

“These are for you honey.”

“I’m allergic to it roses.”

“…”

Before you guys get together he would talk about you to his friends ALL THE TIME

“If (name) was my girlfriend I’d be sooo happy..”

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[radiant-reid]

Blurb on Derek giving spencer “advice” on

How to swoon reader but when he desperately tries to flirt with reader by acting like Derek the reader is all like “you know you can be yourself right?” This is just so cute and funny to me 😍

Love love love

“I just really want her to like me.” Spencer whines, trying not to look at you from across the bar. It’s basically impossible when you’re so enticing. He can’t help his eyes drifting over to you.

“You have to be smooth then, charm her.” Morgan instructs him. “Flirt with her, play some cat and mouse, touch her a little. You have to make her want you, and before you know it, you’ll have a girlfriend.”

Spencer shakes his head firmly. “I can’t.” Even with two drinks in him, when he’s bolder than usual, there’s no way he can flirt with you. “Seriously. She’ll just think I’m an idiot.”

“No, she won’t, kid,” Morgan reassures him. “I’ll give you some pointers if you want.”

Spencer’s first instinct is to shut him down. He’s never going to be able to get with you so why not try with one of Morgan’s routines. But the longer he thinks about his friend's flirting, the more clear the answer becomes. “Okay.” He agrees. If Morgan’s gotten countless girls to go home with him, something he does must work. “But I’m not baby-girling her.”

“Good. Garcia wouldn’t be happy with you.” Morgan reminds him. “What you need to do is go over there.” He points to the bar where you’re sitting with the girls. “Stand behind her with your arm on one side of her so when you talk, it’s in her ear. Ask her if she wants a drink. Then sit next to her, tap your knees against hers, compliment her and let the conversation go from there. Easy.”

It doesn’t sound easy. “Is that really going to work?” Spencer asks, not wanting to be set up.

Morgan hands him the rest of his beer. “If you drink this, ditch the cardigan, roll up your sleeves, gain some confidence, make eye contact and stop thinking so hard. Also, lower your voice.”

Spencer unhappily gulps down the rest of the beer, grimacing at the taste. He much prefers cocktails with enough sugar in them to make a normal person sick.

Morgan slaps him on the back as he gets up. “Go get the girl, lover boy.”

He’s nervous as he walks over. Although he’s permanently nervous around you. Following Morgan’s instructions, he places her hand on the bar to your right side and hovers behind you.

You don’t expect such a bold move to come from Spencer Reid, but you recognize those forearms and that cologne. “Spencer.” You hum, looking up at him. To your left, JJ and Penelope are watching eagerly.

“Want a drink?” He offers, already flagging down a bartender. His voice does make a noticeable shiver run down your spine.

You order another of what you were drinking and Spencer, much to your surprise, orders a scotch. It’s his own improv move, figuring Morgan doesn’t go around sipping cocktails.

He slides into the seat beside you while your drinks get made, and he spins the chair around so you’re facing him. That was smooth.

He taps his knee against yours, hoping you realize it’s more than just because he’s tall. “Green really is your color.” He says, looking at your olive-colored blouse.

“Thanks.” You reply, slightly suspicious. You hadn’t even realized Spencer noticed things about girls until now.

“It might be my new favorite color now.” He continues, cringing at every word. “Or maybe your eye color.”

You laugh, and he tenses, worried about how you're reacting. "Tell me more." You prompt.

"I'd love to." He agrees. "At mine or yours?"

"How do I know you're not a serial killer?" You ask, leaning closer and grinning.

He frowns at you. "What do you mean? Obviously, I'm not, we work together against serial killers."

"Really? Because I thought maybe you were one of those frat boys." You nod to a group of backward-cap-wearing, colored-shorts kids. "Who definitely have fake IDs."

"What?" He asks again, confused.

You touch his knee lightly with your hand. "Spencer, you know you can be yourself around me, right? I like you, not some really odd persona."

He's blushing, more from your confession than embarrassment. "You like me?" He squeaks.

"I do." You assure him. "Real you, though. Can I have him back?"

"Yes." He nods quickly. "You can."

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