#beach house sun room design

[puppixel]

Dining Room Kitchen Dining DC Metro

A picture of a mid-sized, modern, medium-tone wood floor kitchen/dining room combination without a fireplace and white walls

#beach house kitchen design #ocean blue accents decor #bedroom interior design #beach house sun room design #small house plants #living room interior

[virtua-decor]

#solarium #sun room #design home #home decor #interior design #home design #home #virtual decor #virtua decor #design game #design ideas #living room #conservatory #beach house #my homes

[savageorchids]

Traditional Sunroom - Medium Mid-sized elegant travertine floor sunroom photo with no fireplace and a standard ceiling

#cape neddick porch #sun room #interior design details #sunroom decor #sunroom tile floor #beach house sunroom

[moonbaetarot]

Pick a pile

Random things about your future spouse

1. 2. 3.

Pile 1

Your future spouse dates to marry they don’t go messing around with people they want their wife/husband and nothing else. Your person has been wanting to be married since they were a little kid their parents set a really go example of what love is. They could still be friends with people they met in elementary school and this is because They are really friendly and good communication. Your future spouse could love sending cute little text or writing love letters to you. This person could have a love for cars or has a really nice car they love. (They could also love cats because I kept typing cats instead of cars lol) They only do things that makes them feel good if anyone or anything makes them feel bad they are quick to cut them off. You and this person could’ve had a past life together you two are very much soulmates. Your future spouse likes change they get bored quick. Your person is one of a kind they bright up a room. Your future spouse believes everything is connected, everything happens for a reason and it’s all going to be ok so when you are unsure about something they are going to reassure you everything is alright. Oddly specific Someone future spouses name could be Ryan or you could know someone named Ryan. Your future spouse loves summer, the beach, the sun and summer food. Your spouse could be Leo, Gemini, Sagittarius, Taurus, Aquarius or Capricorn. Your future spouse could be a twin or is a lot like their dad. They love fishing going out on a boat. You or your future spouse dad likes to ride Motorcycles and or has a tattoo of a cross or angle wings Im getting a lot about someone’s dad here there dad was a big part of their life as a kid they really look up to them.

Thank you for reading loves! 🤍

Pile 2

Your future spouse is successful they have achieved a lot in their life I feel like some of there achievements there parents helped with they may come from money. They are a goal getting if they want something there are going to get it. There love language is gift giving They love buying you whatever you want I’m seeing you walking out the mall with bagssss baby lol (I’m seeing the pink and Victoria secret bags the pink ones with white dots, I know not everyone is going to know what I’m talking about but if you do then you know lol). This person has a loved one that passed away that watches them I feel that they were really close with them as a kid and now watch over them. Someone’s favorite number could be 17. You and this person may move in really quickly When you and this person meet things are going to be moving really quickly. Your future spouse could be a real estate agent sells house, designs house, builds houses or decorates homes something of the sort. Your person is traditional they want to provide for you. They have a good intuition they know how to use their higher power and skills. All this long hard work this person does will pay off. This person knows how to take an L they grow from failed situations they don’t let it get to them. Your future spouse is an hardworking boss man you just have to sit back and see their vision being with this person your not going to have to work if you dream of being a stay at home mom or don’t wanna work in general this person will let you and y’all will with be just fine money wise. I see people being jealous of you two because yall have it all. Your future spouse could have an unusual unique name.

Thank you for reading loves! 🤍

Pile 3

Your future spouse loves making memories with you I see you two being 80 and y’all’s grandchildren come over and your future spouse pulls out a huge box just of pictures of fun things and memories y’all did over the past decades. your person is at good at manifestating if they really put there mind to something it can become there reality. You and your future spouse may look alike they don’t look like your siblings or nothing lol but yall share the same features. They come from a big family and have a lot of siblings I feel like you may be an only child or only have 1 or 2 siblings tho. Someone’s future spouse is a red head or a ginger or you are. You and your future may meet after you are going through a breakup your going to be like 3 weeks or months post break up and your going to meet your future spouse and your going to be closed off for good reasons but your going to realize why this past relationship didn’t work. This person may struggle with a bit of anxiety. This person visits you in your dreams a lot I feel like even when you meet this person you’re going to have very detailed dreams about your future spouse. You or your spouse could be a water sign Pisces, cancer, Scorpio. They are in touch with their inner child they are really creative and just have a really innocent image of life. Your this person whole world this person loves you so much yall are bestfriends if there was a map of there heart of how much you fill up there heart it would be full (this is such a sweet strong message). Your future spouse may like rock music. You and this person could have a baby boy and girl together. This person is taller than you. Your person may wear glasses or contacts. You or your person may be a bit scared of commitment.

Thank you for reading loves! 🤍

#pick a card #pick a photo #pick a picture #pick a pile #pick an image #tarot cards #tarot deck #tarot reading #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #pick a reading #pick one

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream on their honeymoon!

AN: someone requested this one. GASP, THANK U. Mentions of sex lol because what's a honeymoon without sex. (Implied that you two already did it, but the first night meant having sex as a married couple, why am I explaining this jksdfkjsdk)

Mark Lee

Mark would probably take you somewhere in America. Probably LA or Miami, somewhere in the coastal area. Just you two enjoying the beach and spending the day at the carnival or fair land. You two are young lovers enjoying the night life in America! It'll be full of alcohol, giggles, and just spontaneous foodtrip! You two will book an airbnb with the cutest and coziest interior design. Also the first night would probably be more intimate and you two are nervous but at the same time, clumsy because you two wouldn't stop laughing ?? as if you two didn't fucked before lol. 

Huang Renjun

Since your wedding with Renjun is during the summer or spring season, he would definitely take you to Japan for the honeymoon. It'll be during the cherry blossom season! It's cute and something about seeing the first bloom makes it exciting for both of you. You two will book a nice expensive hotel room and just spent the duration of the honeymoon sightseeing and of course, taking pictures around cherry blossoms trees. The first night with him is just like the first time you two had sex, but this time, you two are now married and much experienced. So it's much more special!

Lee Jeno

Jeno would take you to Japan too because he knows how much you love the culture there. He'll book a nice traditional house, (for the vibe he said.) and just take you to places like Tokyo Disneyland and Ghibli museum because you're a child at heart! He'll enjoy it too of course! You two also did A LOT of shopping. Also his looks are so exquisite, very tourist husband vibes with the shades and camera. OKAY so the first night with him is VERY much intimate, like you two just sitting in front of each other before you tell him to please take care of you. And he'll just smiles and say the same thing.

Lee Donghyuck

I like to think that you and Haechan probably fucked after your wedding, and that's because you two were so drunk after the reception LOL. But despite having a beach wedding, Haechan will still have a beach destination for your honeymoon. Bali, Palawan maybe. Anyways, you two will book a room in an expensive resort that's overlooking the beach. It's just a honeymoon full of beach activities, playfulness, and just you two being lovey-dovey!! Will kiss you under the sun set at some point. Also the first night will be much more romantic compared when you two were drunk. 

Na Jaemin

Jaemin would probably take you to Europe for your honeymoon. Somewhere in Amsterdam or Paris because he's a romantic. Definitely a city tour especially during night where the city's much alive, filled with people and just bustling with noise??? yeah, you two would be holding hands giggling as you two venture out the city. Will also be that photographer husband who takes cute photos of your cute fits. He'll book an expensive hotel room for you two and for the first night, he was very very careful of you, like he was such a gentleman because he wants to show how much he loves you. 

Zhong Chenle

Chenle would think that it's fun for you two to stay within each other's comfort place, so he'll probably take you to Shanghai or maybe Singapore city. It'll be city tour too! Since he's very confident with talking with locals, you two will have underrated food trips and just take you to interesting places that he found while canvassing the area. He's the type to hold your hands because you tend to get lost in the crowd. You chose the accommodation, so you found a cute airbnb that suited each other's taste. The first night with him is full of playfulness! Chenle would constantly tease you but it was still lovely nevertheless.  

Park Jisung

Jisung would also bring you to Europe because he thinks that the 'honeymoon' vibe is just there. Probably in Rome or Barcelona. You two would book a nice hotel that overlooks the entire city, it was breathtaking when you two entered the room. You two would go sightseeing, try local foods, and just take pictures of each other. Jisung has his arms around your shoulder when you two are walking, and both your outfits coordinate! Also he likes to steal kisses from you. The first night would be romantic Like Jisung prepared EVERYTHING and you just lay there and be pretty for him. 

#nct dream #nct imagines #nct dream fic #nct fic #nct #nct x reader #nct dream imagine #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct dream reactions #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct mark #nct jeno #nct renjun #nct haechan #nct jaemin #nct chenle #nct jisung

[wonuvs]

⊹ ׂ wjh — boobjob virgin

pairing. jun x afab!reader tags. established new relationship, reader is wearing a bikini, reader is implied to have big boobs, reader is referred to as girl, boob worship, first time tittyfucking & just so dirty omg, smut. wc. 2k

note. if u saw me post this twice... no u didn't.

as soon as jun's eyes laid on you showing off your latest purchase, he had to physically swallow down a moan because oh my god he could swear you just popped out of a wet dream of his.

the bikini he bought for you while out and about in the city the previous evening fit you like a glove. its design was simple, but fuck if the sight of you in it, of your stunning tits being held up by thin straps, of such little, tiny pieces of fabric covering your nipples and pussy, both of which he considered to be his personal heaven on earth, didn't turn him on.

and you, catching his eyes lingering a tad too long on your boobs (and knowing how whipped he was for them), teasingly shook your top half, making them jiggle and him groan at the sight, a noticeable blush on his cheeks and neck and chest spreading, highlighted by the 7 am tropical sun rays flooding your room.

he licked his dry lips as his eyes burned every inch of your body into his brain, and a dreamy sigh left you. he looked ethereal, exquisite, so devourable with his sunscreen covered skin glistening under the warm light, you wished the rest of your friends weren't already up and running around your rented holiday house, ready to head out in around 30 minutes to secure good spots on the nearby beach, because his confident demeanour and hungry eyes eating you up from afar made you all but want to suck his cock dry, and 30 minutes weren't nearly enough for that to happen—he always came so so much.

warmth started to pool in your lower stomach and between your thighs when you noticed a slight movement under his swimming trunks, and you grinned, almost innocently as you walked towards the foot of your bed until you stood in front of him, in between his manspread legs, in all of your glory, flaunting your divine, perfect body. 

placing your hands on his broad shoulders and a knee on the bed, you asked, “so? what do you think? you like?” the sultry tone in your voice didn't go unnoticed by him—on the contrary, it only caused his already stiff dick to harden even more.

your fingers moved to rest on the back of his neck, nails lightly scraping his skin, and you simpered at the chocked, “yeah...” he let out before his hands went to your bare asscheeks, softly fondling them as his wide eyes stared at the way your barely covered boobs jumped and moved with your every breath and word, right in front of his face. “so so gorgeous, baby...” 

he didn't even realise drool had gathered at the corner of his mouth until you wiped it off with your thumb—but could you really blame him? you were hot as fuck, your tits were in his face and you were talking to him with that sweet, honey-dripped voice of yours; if anything, you deserved to know how much he wanted you.

so, with a grin and no hesitation, he pulled you closer so he could nuzzle his face in between your full tits, moaning your name when you pressed his head to your chest, the smell of your perfume mixed with sunscreen going straight to his head and making him dizzy. “god, so perfect–”

and though he'd sucked on your tits plenty of times since you started dating months ago, his tongue was still as frantic as the first time—and you fucking loved it. it was quick to lap and bite at your skin, dampening the valley between your breasts, covering the whole area with kisses and love bites before one of his hands left your ass to cup your boob. “jun—” you suspired, and he looked up at you as his warm, familiar palm made contact with your barely covered, hard nipple, and you licked your lips, your fingers running through his brown hair.

you watched as his red lips trailed over your soft mound, as his warm hand squeezed, groped it before swiftly pulling to the side the fabric covering it. a desperate whimper left him when your boob bounced at the loss of support, and you could feel his dick brushing against your thigh jerk, causing your slick cunt to clench around nothing, and to remember how deliciously heavy his cock always felt on your tongue... and shit, you needed him in your mouth—and you needed him right now. fuck it if you had less than half an hour to do that.

tugging at his hair as his fingers fondled your curves, your body impatiently thrust itself against his face, making him snicker and bite down on the softness of your tit. you whimpered, not so subtly rubbing your knee against his crotch, making his tip drool through his swim trunks and your boyfriend hiss and lick and suck harder on your skin.

“hah—junnie?” you moaned, and he hummed, looking up at you, mouth latched to your exposed nipple, soaking it with his spit. you gushed at the way his big eyes stared into yours, at the way his tongue circled your areola as he waited for you to continue, both of his hands played with the softness of your mounds—and all you could imagine at that moment was how his cock would feel in between them, what it would be like to jerk him off with them, and you whined at the mental image. 

“please, junnie! let me- let me… fuck-” you could barely speak from how turned on you were, so you just quickly trailed your fingers down his cheek and neck and chest until you reached the waistband of his trunks, at which you immediately started tugging as you got on your knees in between his thighs. you couldn’t wait anymore.

it wasn't long before his swimwear laid somewhere on the floor and your whole body was on fire, core pulsing and panties uncomfortably sticking to your cunt as his big, wide eyes watched as you fisted his cock, pumping him a couple of times before gathering most of his precum and, with no hesitation, spread it in between your boobs, looking him straight into the eyes, moaning out a pleading, “please please please let me fuck you with my tits. please, junnie!”

it's a miracle he didn't straight up just cum on the spot.

gulping, his eyes roamed all over your pouty face, glossy pupils, and hands squeezing and toying with your boobs, and the butterflies in his stomach went crazy—because oh my god you were about to give him a fucking boobjob, and looked like you would cry if he said no.

jun grunted, tongue swiping his bottom lip as his hands lunged forward to press your tits together in front of his leaking cock, thumbs rubbing your stiff nipples, fiery eyes staring you up and down, breath staggering at the low, needy, breathy moans you let out. sliding closer to the edge of the bed and fisting his dick once more, you brought it to rub against your nipples, and you could swear you saw his soul leave his body for a moment—and it made you feel so sexy and hot and wanted the knot in your lower stomach started tightening. he groaned all of a sudden, “fuckin’ go ahead then-”

while chewing on your bottom lip, you rested your hands over his much bigger ones and sat up straight so you could envelop, completely cover his throbbing, red, angry cock with your boobs—and he was so fucking glad he'd forced his eyes to stay open, because the sight of you pressing your tits together around his leaking length, of your mouth letting out short, laboured breaths, of your tongue darting out to lick his peeking head, of your eyes rolling back at his taste, was one in a million. 

“good girl... hah— makin' me feel s-so good–” he managed to stutter out, his hands groping and squishing your boobs as you moved them up and down his length, their warmth and your breathless moans causing his mind to go completely blank. you looked up at him through your lashes, and he groaned, mouth hung open, forehead and chest damp with sweat, cheeks red, muscles flexing, heart threatening to jump out of his chest as his eyes stayed trained on you—you and the way you let a dribble of spit land on his tip to slicken him up just to lap at it the next second, the way the sounds of your tits fucking him became dirtier, louder, more sinful as more of his precum progressively coated his entire cock and your chest, now glistening under the sun rays, as you repeated through clenched teeth the most perverted of words he'd ever heard you utter.

his hips started stuttering, jerking forward as you brought him closer to his high, and a satisfied smile popped on your face, knowing how good you were making him feel. 

“hah- yes, fuck— keep...” he blabbered, more of his cum drooling out of his cockhead, “keep, keep— shit, b-baby... squeezing me s' good-”

you grinned, proud and happy waves going through you with his every sound of approval, “yeah? makin' you feel good, junnie?” you inquired, speeding up your ministrations, aiding yourself by gently jumping up and down in your spot, the sight of it causing jun's eyes to roll back.

“mhm-- yes— it's... such a good girl, my g-god—” a high-pitched whimper left his puffy lips when you squeezed him right at the base, making his head fall back. you could feel his length start to throb and jump erratically, his gradually whiner voice repeating your name over and over, so you picked up your pace, now fucking his poor, spewing with precum cock ruthlessly while feeling as if you were about to cum as well, even if untouched, and who could ever blame you? you had the prettiest boy's dick in between your tits, making him moan and look at you with such a fucked out expression, making him drool and his abs clench and his toes curl and his length throb, about to release.

“'boutta cum, huh?” you asked, core quivering when his teary eyes locked with yours before he nodded, licking his dry lips as he stared at you swipe your tongue over the head of his cock, “let go then. cum all over me, junnie— know you want to see my... ah– my tits all white with your cum... please, give it to me- wan' it—”

you barely had the time to finish begging before he squeezed his pretty, pretty eyes shut and he whined your name while hot, white ropes of cum spurt out of him, painting your boobs and chest and neck with his release.

happily helping him through his high as moans of your own reverberated in him, you looked up at him, and saw him panting, eyes glossy, sweat dripping down his face while soft trembles, spasms of pleasure visibly ran through his veins, and you grinned wider, satisfied, knowing you'd reduced him like that.

dropping the hold on your tits when his body finally calmed down, you watched with amusement his mouth open and close repeatedly, his eyes jumping between your eyes and lips, and you giggled at his next, breathless words, “gonna marry you, my god, you’re fuckin’ unreal-”

“YAH! YOU TWO! STOP FUCKING AND COME OUT IN THE LIVING ROOM IN THE NEXT 10 MINUTES UNLESS Y'ALL WANNA PAY FOR EVERYONE'S DINNER TONIGHT!”

oh. right. the others. you'd completely forgotten about them.

“GOT IT! BE OUT IN 10!” you yelled before pulling yourself back up, but now on wobbly legs and aching knees, both of which made you whine.

and he pouted at that, eyes traveling down to your drenched panties and inner thighs, and next thing you knew, your lips were locked into a passionate, mind-blowing kiss as he swiftly untied your now-ruined swimsuit, letting it drop on the floor while before being dragged inside of your en suite bathroom, then into the shower.

quickly crouching in front of you and throwing your legs over his broad shoulders, holding you up by your butt, he turned on the shower head, and the warmth of his breath hitting your core, of his puffy lips latching to your cunt made your hips jolt, your pussy grind against his face, causing your both to moan and you to tangle your fingers in his messy, wet hair, “b-but... jun, hah- we need...”  

“just think about cumming on my face, yeah? 10 minutes is plenty of time. just focus on my tongue and let go.”

taglist: @c-hanniehae

#svt smut #seventeen smut #junhui smut #jun smut #svt hard thoughts #svt hard hours #seventeen hard thoughts #seventeen hard hours #kpop smut #wen junhui smut

[briitcedes]

only one bed - jude bellingham.

word count: 1.6k

summary: the age old “there’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling” trope.

masterlist

The day had been a rare calm one out on a private beach you’d found somewhere along the coast of Spain while looking for a vacation spot with your friends, the sun had shined all day without cloud in sight, and the lack of wind combined with the hot weather had made it impossible to stay out of the water for long. Even though the day had been one of the most relaxed ones you had had the fortune of enjoying in a while, a whole day in the ocean would take its toll on anyone, hence why you were now basically dragging your feet back to your shared villa to turn in for the night. 

You had your shoes in your hands, feeling the now cold sand make contact with your bare feet, your hair salty and your eyes red from the water. Some of your friends were walking in front of you, all absolutely exhausted, causing them to stumble and trip over everything. Some others were walking behind you, whispering to each other and giggling under their breath, with Jude walking right beside you. You were both walking while sharing a peaceful moment of comfortable silence after a day full of annoying each other, though it seemed keeping quiet was a hard thing for him to do when he was deliriously tired, given that he’d tried to spark a conversation every five steps you took.

You had left everything in the villa neatly placed before you left this morning, already imagining how tiring it would be to tidy everything up when you got back, as you could barely keep your eyes open. However, it seemed like the universe had other plans, because as soon as you all arrived in one piece to the gorgeous house you had rented for your holiday, and after various failed attempts at opening the door, one of your friends collapsed on the couch, which probably wouldn’t have been a problem if you hadn’t accidentally rented a villa with a missing bed, causing the couch to be your designated room for the entire vacation. You tried nudging them and waking them up, but it was a lost cost given the fact that they had instantly passed out, and you weren’t strong enough to move their dead weight.

Jude chuckled as soon as he saw you standing next to the couch looking like a kicked puppy. “Don’t look so sad.” He chuckled. “You can come sleep in our room.” he offered. 

It was a fair offer, given that he shared a room with your friend currently sleeping on the couch, and their bed would be free. However, after a week of sleeping in the same spot, you  dreaded having to get used to sleeping on a different surface, not to mention in the same room as Jude. You really didn’t have enough energy to argue with him right now, though, and instead you just settled for giving a smile that you hoped conveyed everything you would say to him in that moment if you weren’t so exhausted. Judging by the way he flashed you one of his own in return, you guessed it probably did.

“Thanks.” You whispered as he opened the door to the relatively big room. No one close to you was asleep yet, and you had no reason to be lowering your voice, but something in the atmosphere and his closeness to you as he held the door open caused your voice to come out in a hushed tone. 

As soon as you stepped into his room and heard him shut the door behind you, you wanted to start crying out of frustration. Or exhaustion — probably both, you weren’t sure. Bottom line is that you wanted to start crying. Your friend’s bed in which you were supposed to crash, was a mess. The suitcase was open in top of the bed and their clothes were everywhere but inside of it, the bed sheet on top of it looked like it hadn’t been changed since you’d arrived, there was a leftover plate of food on the floor next to the bed and you were sure you could see a pair of shoes peeking out from under the sheets.

Jude chuckled from his side of the room.

“Guess you don’t want to be sleeping in there.” He said, his features contouring into a grimace while looking at you over his shirtless shoulder as he changed into comfortable clothes to sleep in.

“It beats the floor.” You shrugged, and it was true. You knew for a fact none of you had bothered cleaning the floors during your stay, and you were scared you were gonna fall through it and end up in the middle of the ocean. An irrational thought, of course, but one that your anxiety considered very possible anyway given that you weren’t used to staying in houses so close to the ocean. 

“I mean, we can always share the bed.” Jude suggested, and you shook your head, you thought you were already being too much of a bother, and you didn’t think your body could handle a whole night of sleeping next to him. “Oh, come on. It’s not that big of a deal, we've both shared beds with most of thrm before.” he insisted, walking closer to you until he was crouching down to look into your eyes that were trying to focus on anything but his brown ones.

“Are you sure?” You asked, finally looking up at him and being shocked by how good his eyes looked under the moonlight. He nodded with a smile and when you gave in, you could’ve sworn you saw him try to hide a smile while standing up and holding his hand out to you.

Once you had gotten dressed into your pajamas and said your goodnights, you climbed into bed on the opposite side of him, while you both made a point of sleeping as far away from each other as possible, to the point where you were almost falling off the bed. You didn’t care though, you were exhausted and just wanted to sleep, so that’s exactly what you did.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was how heavy your chest felt. You got worried for a moment, your brain starting to think that somehow you had fallen through the floor and you were drowning, before you glanced down and saw Jude’s head resting right under your chin and on top of your chest, both of his arms safely wrapped around your body as his soft breaths made contact with your skin, causing goosebumps to make their way through your body and your heartbeat to speed up. You ignored the butterflies having him laying against you caused in your stomach, and instead admired the sight in front of you.

You stared at his face and admired every single feature in it; his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks, his soft lips slightly parted as he breathed through them, and his curved nose upon which you were delicately tracing your index finger up and down. His nose subconsciously scrunched up at the contact and you let out a soft laugh at how cute he looked, moving your right hand from his nose and placing it on his hair instead, starting to twirl his curls in your fingers while you kept your other hand on his face and caressed his cheek, feeling your heart melt at the sight of his relaxed features.

Soon enough, however, you noticed how the right side of you body started to go numb from being under him and having him pressed to your side for such a long time. As much as you hated to disrupt the peaceful state he was in and your own private selfish view of his face, you shook him awake. He let out a groan and nuzzled closer to you, if that was even possible, and you felt your heart flip inside you at the movement. 

“Sorry for the bother, mister, but my whole body is going numb. You aren’t exactly light, you know?” You teased.

In one swift motion, Jude turned you both around, still keeping his arms wrapped around you but this time you were the one whose head was placed on his chest. Your heart was already beating at an inhuman pace when he started to trace patterns across your arm with his thumb and you felt your body tense up once you started thinking about how he was conscious now and definitely aware of what he was doing. Jude must have felt this because he spoke with a sigh afterwards.

“I always imagined our first morning waking up together would involve less clothing, but this is still pretty good.” He said and you slapped his chest, feeling your cheeks burning up. “Just relax, please?” he asked, looking down at you. “I can’t sleep when your thoughts are so loud.” He concluded, moving to place a kiss on the crown of your head before laying back down.

You smiled softly and nuzzled closer to him, inhaling his scent resting your head above his shirt. You returned his kiss by placing one of your own against his chest where his shirt opened up and allowed a little bit of skin to poke through, relaxing against him once again once you felt his quiet laugh come from above you in the form of a huff of air.

Feeling his thumb still drawing patterns in your arms, you decided a few more hours of sleep wouldn’t hurt, and he would still be there when you woke up.

#AAAAAA FIRST FOOTIE FIC #pls be nice lol #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham fan fic #jude bellingham fluff #football masterlist #football imagine #football fan fic #football one shot #football fic

[roosterforme]

Is It Working For You? Part 2 | Rooster x Reader

Have you read Part 1 yet? Check out my Masterlist.

Summary: Rooster shoots his shot with you. Will you return fire?

Warnings: some swears, adult banter, allusions to masturbation, getting more into 18+

Length: 2100

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

During his Monday morning run, Bradley's thoughts were consumed by you. Your fairly innocent conversation with him at the Hard Deck had become fodder for the dirtiest parts of his brain. He could picture nothing except droplets of your spilled beer sliding down your smooth calves. 

He ran along the beach trail as the sun rose behind him and shone off the breakers in the ocean. Sweat trickled down his back as he turned toward his temporary housing in the barracks, and he started to think about how sweaty he could make you. 

Very sweaty, he decided. And he would make it his personal mission to do so. 

But Phoenix hadn't been wrong, and that was definitely bothering him a bit. Since when did he focus on one girl for more than a casual night? A weekend, tops?

And he barely knew you, but he definitely wanted to know more. He wanted to know where you were from, because you sounded east coast like him. He wanted to know how long you'd been living in San Diego. He wanted to know if you liked other beers too. He wanted to know your favorite foods, and he wanted to feed them to you. He wanted to know what you looked like pinned up against the wall while he fingered you. 

He couldn't help but grin about the fact that he managed to make it further with you than Hangman had. That was definitely the ego boost he needed to see if he could take this all the way to his bed, maybe even further. And honestly, the fact that you had rejected Hangman without hesitation made you somehow even hotter. 

Unsurprisingly, he had to take matters into his own hands again while he quickly showered in his room in the barracks before reporting to base for work. That marked the third time since the wee hours of Sunday morning that he got off to the idea of licking beer off your legs. 

Once he was finally ready for work, Bradley rushed out to his Bronco and tore out of the lot, anxious to see you in your tight bun and khakis again. A grin spread across his face. Whoever designed that naval uniform certainly did not intend for it to be so sexy.  

As soon as Bradley walked into the preflight room, you were already there, sipping your coffee and typing away on your computer. He walked right past Phoenix and Bob over to your spot at the folding table with the other engineers, as if pulled like a magnet. 

You glanced up when you saw Bradley's boots heading your way. "Good morning, lieutenants," he said in that raspy voice as he addressed you and your coworkers. You couldn't believe he had the audacity to rasp like that. He sounded like he had just rolled out of bed. You squirmed around in your seat a little bit, suddenly very warm and uncomfortable. 

"Morning, Lieutenant Bradshaw," you managed as he smiled right at you. You were vaguely aware that everyone else returned his greeting as well, but he was only looking at you. You felt almost thankful as he turned and took a seat with the other aviators. 

You could hear Phoenix sarcastically tell Bradley, "Oh, good morning, Rooster! It's so nice to be ignored at 8:00 am! Yes, I'm doing just fine today." She rolled her eyes hard as she took the seat next to him. 

"Sorry, but I had more pressing people to greet. Like the one I can't stop thinking about," Bradley replied barely above a whisper, but you could still hear him clearly.

You almost fell out of your seat. Was he talking about you? As soon as you readjusted your chair once again, Bradley turned and smiled at you. Maybe he was talking about you! Maybe all that banter at the Hard Deck got to him as well. It certainly went right to your head, as you'd been continuously thinking about how his mustache would feel if he ever kissed you. All. Over. Your. Body. 

"What is wrong with you?" Lieutenant Maria Wilson hissed next to your ear as Maverick entered the room and started going over the flight plans. "Why can't you sit still?"

"Um," was all you managed to say, but you couldn't take your eyes off Bradley. He was running a hand through his hair and stretching in his seat as he focused his attention on the daily instructions. You really hoped nobody had any questions for you, because you couldn't even remember your own middle name at the moment. 

Maria followed your gaze to Rooster and whispered, "You told me you didn't go home with him!" 

"I didn't!" you insisted through clenched teeth, trying not to draw attention to your table. "You would know if I had, you're my roommate!"

"Well, maybe you should go home with him. First you didn't want the blond one, now tell me what's wrong with this one?" she asked. 

You watched as the aviators stood to head to their aircrafts. Bradley unfolded his large frame gracefully before he bent to pick up his helmet bag. His eyes met yours briefly before he slipped his sunglasses on. 

"Absolutely nothing."

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Bradley hadn't seen you again the rest of the day on Monday, and Tuesday wasn't looking too promising either. After spending countless hours in the air over both days, he was pretty happy when Maverick called everyone back to the tarmac mid-day on Tuesday. He was sore from sitting in the cockpit and also from doing literally hundreds of push-ups. He was still so mad at Payback and Fanboy for fucking around, he veered off away from them as soon as he could.

After grabbing a tray of food from the cafeteria, he was flagged down by Phoenix while looking for a seat. "I saved you a spot!" she called, and he was delighted to see the empty seat was at the end of the table, directly across from you. 

"Thank you," he mouthed to her as he rounded the table and slid into the empty chair. 

You looked up from your burrito bowl as your new table mate took his seat. The way Phoenix was looking at you felt intentional, and you could feel your cheeks warming up as Bradley took a long drink of his water. He was absolutely massive, tall and broad, but his movements were always smooth and deliberate.

"Hey, haven't seen you all day," Bradley told you as he set his drink down and licked his lips.

Your brain certainly took its time coming up with a response to that. "Yeah... we've been working in the tower since you were all flying today. Heard about some pushups from Phoenix, and it sounds like you took the brunt of it?"

Bradley rolled his shoulders back and grinned. "Sure did, and my body is not amused. Getting too old for this shit."

You tried to push thoughts of the two of you in a steamy shower, your hands all over his neck and shoulder, out of your mind. It was not working.  

"How old are you?" you asked before you could think better of it. You probably shouldn't be engaging in too much personal chit chat with these aviators, Rooster in particular. After this mission was completed, you would move onto helping with another project, wherever your commanding officer saw fit. Wasn't that one of the reasons you shut Hangman down so fast? Because it wasn't part of your professional agenda to form relationships here? I mean, other than the fact that he's cocky and clearly not your type?

"Thirty-five," Bradley responded between bites of his lunch. He took his time chewing while eyeing you up.  "How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine. Which I guess is why we never overlapped at the Naval Academy. I think I would have remembered you," you said, and promptly wanted to shove your foot into your mouth.  

Bradley smirked. "You'd have remembered me, huh?"

"Yes," you responded quickly. "Because Rooster is a ridiculous call sign."

He barked out a laugh and leaned closer to you across the table. "Well I actually did not attend the Naval Academy. I went to the University of Virginia. Though I don't doubt you would have remembered me if we'd gone to school together. I would have been the cute one asking you out."

The nerve he had to say that at the cafeteria table, and in that raspy voice! You felt yourself starting to fidget in your seat again. Nobody else around you two seemed to be paying much attention to your conversation, so you simply said, "What makes you think I would have said yes?"

"I'm almost certain you would have said no. You were undoubtedly out of my league then, and you probably still are." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest with a small smile. The top of his flight suit was pulled down with the sleeves tied around his waist; his arms were putting on quite a performance in his black tee shirt.

"You're older than I thought you were," you informed him, trying to steer the conversation back to earlier. "I thought you were closer to my age."

"But I can still kick ass at push-ups... among other things."

"Okay, Gramps," you muttered and peered up at him through your eyelashes as you casually doused what was left of your food in hot sauce.

Bradley tried to hide his smile as he took the last bites of his lunch and then cleared his throat. "If you like spicy food, I know a great place up near Del Mar. Right on the beach. Great views."

You just stared at his lips for a few seconds. He was on the verge of a smile, but he was waiting, just waiting to hear what you had to say. And you felt sick because of it. 

"Please, Bradley, don't ask me out," you whispered. "I don't want to have to tell you no."

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Well, shit. Bradley had decided to shoot his shot with you. And you didn't seem to want any part of it. He wished he could disappear from the cafeteria. 

Plus, you looked so sad, like you might be on the verge of tears. He honestly thought you felt a connection with him. He certainly felt one with you. There was so much chemistry there, he could practically touch it. Fuck, he couldn't get you out of his head, and he didn't want to either. 

You had pulled your lips into a tight line as you stared at his mouth, seemingly begging him to say something.

"No, it's okay, Y/N. I understand. No hard feelings," he told you with a forced smile as he stood with his tray. "See you around." 

"Bradley," you called softly after him, but he didn't turn back. He just made his way to the garbage can, feeling like he would prefer to drop his heart in there along with his trash. 

The truly funny part was, he had told you that you were out of his league. He laughed sardonically, because you must have agreed with him. He was no better than Hangman after all. 

Phoenix ran up to keep pace with Bradley as he headed back out to the tarmac. "Rooster, what happened back there?"

"Nothing," he replied, running a hand over his face before putting on his sunglasses. "Just got shot the hell down is all."

"No! But she likes you!" Phoenix's voice was full of disbelief. 

Bradley shrugged and pulled the sleeves of his flight suit back on. "Well, at least I gave it a shot. But you know what, Nat? I can't remember the last time I wanted to take a girl out this badly. And... you were right. Usually a quick hookup is good enough for me, and even that feels like a chore half the time when they want to sleep over. But she makes me want that shit. I know I would want her to stay. And once would not be enough."

Phoenix just shook her head. "I just don't understand! She looks at you like she can't decide if she wants to kiss your mustache off or throw you down on the ground and climb on top."

After taking a deep breath, Bradley took off at a faster pace. "Fuck it, Nat. It's fine. I'm fine. I need to pull my head out of my ass. I'll see you up there."

All she could do was watch her friend walk to his F/A-18, wishing there was something she could do. She knew she wasn't wrong about you wanting him back. 

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I wanted to get the second part up quickly, because everyone has been SO kind with reblogging and leaving comments. Thank you so much! Also, I'm hoping all the little details I'm adding about Y/N aren't detracting from anything for you. (Sorry, you like spicy food now).

Enjoy Part 3!

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[barefoothighlander]

everlong

so I got a req for a mute!reader and I loved the idea, I’m by no means an expert on the disability but as someone who tends to go non-verbal when anxious I thought I’d write a little one shot with Ghost cause I feel like he’d be really good at reading expressions and body language so.

warnings: fluff, mentions of anxiety, mentions of violence, mention of alcohol, gn pronouns

The team finally had some time off, no missions to worry about, nothing weighing down their shoulders. Soap had suggested a visit to the beach, he owned a small cottage on the coast and invited the team up for the weekend, Ghost was hesitant as he usually enjoyed spending his off time at home with you, but decided some fresh sea air might be nice.

The drive was long, a few hours south before you arrived, majority of your time spent with him was quiet, he wasn’t a man of many words and you liked that about him, never having to answer any of the same pestering questions about your day. He was very tactile though, always a hand on your back or thigh, keeping you aware of his presence, throughout the drive he kept an eye on you, glancing over as you stared out the window watching the trees pass by.

He was good at reading you, knowing when you felt anxious or angry just by the way you held yourself, always positioning himself accordingly, whether you needed space or just wanted to be held, he would always accommodate. He knew this weekend might be a bit stressful for you, you weren’t especially close with any of the team, you had formed a small friendship with Gaz considering he also spoke minimally but you felt awkward around the others, always listening patiently and nodding along to their stories.

You didn’t want them to think you disliked them in any way, it was just that sometimes words wouldn’t come to you. You struggled with conversational cues, especially considering Soaps slang, so you typically just say quietly, small nods of affirmation or head shakes of disagreement.

When you finally arrived at the cabin you let the breeze wash over you, the smell of salt flooding your senses.

“Finally ya two ‘ave made it” Soap walks towards the car with wide arms, you give him a polite smile.

“Thanks for the invite Johnny”

“Of course, anything to give the team a break,” He says, elbow nudging you, he gives you a slight side eye, still not used to your silent state as he helps grab the bags from the trunk, walking them into the house.

He shows you around, explaining the history of the plethora of decor and guides you to your designated room, it was small but comfortable, a relatively large en suite bathroom attached. He leaves allowing you to settle into the room, you sit on the edge of the bed, hands nervously running over your arms.

Ghost kneels in front of you, soft hands covering yours, “Oi, it’ll be alright love, i’m sure he’ll do all the talking”

You give him a meek smile before you move to the bathroom, changing into a bathing suit and a light coverup considering the attire you wore for the drive was sweatpants.

You leave the room, hearing laughter from the back deck, advancing towards the group of men all sitting around a table, Price and Gaz were already there, the Captain enjoying a cigar while Soap was letting them in on all the activities available.

“Finally, everyone’s here,” Johnny says as you sit down beside Gaz, in front of Simon.

“Good to see you” Gaz leans in whispering, you nudge him lightly with your shoulder in response.

The men continue talking, Price and Ghost running around preparing dinner. You all say for a while enjoying the sun, the men swapping war stories and drunken tales from their time on deployment.

Once you finished dinner Soap had brought out a bottle of scotch, insisting it was the best but you shook him off, deciding instead to go for a swim. You gaze at Ghost, silently informing him that you were leaving and he nods, you walk towards the dock on the water, the sound of the tides growing louder.

“Where they off to?” Soap asks

“Got sick of you lot” Ghost responds, a smile forming on Price and Gaz’s face as Johnny fakes insult.

The water was warm on your legs, your cover-up forgotten on the sand as you slowly walked in before dunking your head. It was quiet under the water, a kind of quiet that you never got, the screams and noises of war etched in your brain, even at home the car sirens and constant shuffling seemed to fill the air. You stay under for a few seconds, pushing back up to catch your breath and looking out, it’s vast, a literal ocean of blue and you can go anywhere, you’re wading your arms in the water, enjoying the sensation of it rippling over your skin before the noise of movement makes you turn your head.

Simon is slowly making his way out to you, bare aside from his swim shorts and you smile, it was rare to see him without his mask outside of the comfort of your home but you never got sick of his face, his body is gleaming in the sun as he nervously takes his steps, you can’t help but be amused by his state.

“Always hated the ocean,” He says, arms wrapping around you, his chin resting on the top of your head, you simply shake yours in response, body falling back to brave against him.

“It’s true, too many things I can’t see trying to kill me out here” His words perplex you, the man worked in actual war zones, where his life was on the line daily and yet the ocean was what he feared, a few small fish and the occasional stray algae set him off.

You close your eyes, listening to his steady breaths as the water laps by your sides, the sun is warm but nothing compared to the heat emitted from him, it’s comforting.

The two of you stand for a while, just enjoying the comfortable silence aside from the sounds of the birds flying over head, the few yells from Soap as he clearly gets passionate about his story telling.

“Right I’m gettin all wrinkly” Ghost says, his palms facing the sky as you take his hands in yours, leading him back to shore. You walk up the the house, his hand resting at the base of your spine as you watch Gaz get overwhelmed in a fit of laughter after Johnny had knocked over a glass, cursing something in his slang.

“You gonna go shower?”

You nod in response, squeezing his hand before entering the house and making your way to the bathroom. You turn on the shower before stripping and stepping in, the warm water cleansing off all the salt from the ocean. You must’ve lost track of time considering a few minutes later Simon steps in behind you, taking up half the shower as he leans down to grab a shampoo bottle, squeezing some into his hand before he urges you to face away and his fingers start running through your hair working the product through it.

You hum quietly in response to his touch, he was so gentle with you, his large hands moving to cover to your forehead as the water rinses the suds away. You turn back to face him, planting your palms on his chest as he kisses your forehead. He holds you against him, his touch soothing your stress as his hands roam over your back, lightly massaging the skin.

“Thank you for coming”

You look up at him, his gaze soft as his hand pushes the wet hair off your face, your lips quirking in a silent of course as the two of you stand under the warm stream.

Once finished he had turned the two off, stepping out to wrap himself in a towel before handing you one, allowing you to dry yourself off before exiting the room to change into comfier clothes. The air had cooled in your time inside, Price designating himself as fire builder, and he had been quite successful, a decent sized bonfire sat in the sand of the beach as Soap and Gaz sat around, drinks in hand.

The men had finally cooled off after their rough dinner, Johnny becoming more tired as the alcohol settled in his system, resorting to listening to whatever the radio was playing and watching the flames in front of him crackle. You joined the team, setting yourself close enough that the warmth from the fire tickled on your skin, these were the moments you loved the most, the comfortable silence, no one felt the need to fill it with meaningless conversation, you could all just enjoy eachothers presence, secure in the safety of being back home.

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[cherrycola27]

daylight

Series Warnings: Mature Content 18+. Language, drinking, and allusions to smut. Eventuallyfull smut. Military inaccuracies. Minors DNI. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Chapter 3: Wounded the Good (Trusted the Wicked)

It had been just over a month since you'd come back into Bradley's life, and he still couldn't figure you out You weren't mean to him, per se, but the friendship the two of you had all those years ago was no longer there.

You didn't go out of your way to speak to him. You barely acknowledged him at work or when you were out with friends. And when he asked you a question, your answer was never more than a few words.

He thought maybe you were mad at him over the situation with Kat. But you didn't have a right to be mad at him for moving on. You left him. He just didn't understand

But Bradley did have a sneaking suspension that the box of letters Mav had dropped off to him the first night you came back might shine some light on your feelings. Bradley realized after a week or so that you'd probably brought it to give to him. That you'd kept it your whole deployment and how when he told Kat you were just a friend that it probably broke your heart

He also knew that you weren't aware he had the box. How could you know? As far as you were concerned, the letters were in the dump by now. Bradley had worked hard to keep the intrusive thoughts about reading those letters out of his mind But, as he sat on his couch with his third beer in hand, still frustrated about the talk he and Kat had about her moving in, again, he couldn't stop thinking about them.

So, Bradley let the intrusive thoughts win. He marched upstairs and unearthed the box from the pile of blankets and sheets it was under. He took it down to his living room and sat it on his coffee table before tracing his fingers over the painted designs and knickknacks that adorned it. He could picture you, sitting cross-legged on the floor of your bunk painting and gluing. He smiled at the thought of it.

Carefully, he undid the latch and admired the picture of the two of you taped to the inner lid. It was a blurry selfie of him kissing your cheek while you were laughing. It was taken on the beach at sunset. Both of you had rosy cheeks from the sun, and the wind was blowing the fine tendrils of your hair all around, but neither of your cared. It was the perfect photo of the two of you, well, of who the two of you used to be.

Bradley ran his hands over the papers in the box. There were hundreds of them. He wasn't sure where to start, but as he pulled the first envelope from the front, he saw the date in the upper right corner. It was from just about a week after you'd been deployed. Upon further investigation, Bradley noticed that the rest were dated and in order. Of course, you would be that organized. He took a deep breath and opened the envelope, and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. Your neatly looped cursive covered the page.

My Dearest, Bradley,

I wanted to start this letter by saying l'm sorry. l'm sorry for leaving you in our house, in our bed. The truth is, I didn't think I could face you in the morning to tell you goodbye. Because I felt like telling you goodbye meant that we were really over, and that's not what I wanted.

Second, I wanted to say how crazy it is that I'm writing you this letter knowing you'll probably never read it. I can't tell you much about this mission other than it is highly top secret, and we can't have contact with the outside world unless it's an extreme emergency. Unfortunately, missing your fiancée, well, ex-fiancée, doesn't count as one.

But honestly, I'm writing this letter because I miss you. It's been one week since l've talked to you, and I miss you. I miss your smile and your laugh, and your voice. I miss your hugs and your kisses and your sweet disposition, Bradley.

I know that I can't send this letter to you, but in a way, writing it helps me cope with the fact that you aren't here. It helps me feel like l'm talking to you, and it makes this carrier a little less lonely. I don't know how I'm going to go five years without seeing you, but I can't wait to step onto the San Diego sand and see you again.

Maybe I shouldn't get ahead of myself. I hope that I'm going to see you again, Bradley. But l've heard things about this mission, and I know it's dangerous more dangerous than anything we've done before. It's the kind of mission that people whisper about in corners. The kind that makes you think someone isn't going to make it back. I hope that isn't true. I hope I make it back to you, Bradley. But if I don't, I hope this letter, and any other ones that I write to you make it to you. So you have a piece of me to hold onto forever.

I carry a piece of you with me everywhere. Your challenge coin lives in the pocket above my heart in my flight suit. I never fly without it. I like to think it brings me good luck. When I'm in the air and I have it with me, it's almost like I can hear your voice in my comms. I also keep my bracelet with me. I wear it every chance I get, and when I can't. It's tucked away in my bra to keep you close to me.

Bradley pauses as his hand automatically reaches for the chain under his shirt. The one that matches your bracelet. He wonders if you still have it, if you still have his coin too. He runs his fingers over the metal, soothing himself.

He keeps reading.

I hope you aren't angry with me, Bradley. I know it must have broken your heart to wake up without me. But I hope you understand why I did what I did. I hope you know that I never meant to hurt you and that I still love you. I'l| always love you. You are the first person I've ever really truly loved, Bradley.

I know this distance is hard for us. And I know it's wrong of me to want it. But I hope that when I come back, we can pick up where we left off.

I'll write again soon.

Love Always, Your Birdie

Bradley's breath catches in his throat as a few hot tears sting his waterline and drop onto the page. He quickly wipes them away, afraid of damaging your words. Everything made since now.

In the years that you were gone, you'd never stopped loving him, wanting him, longing for him. God, he felt like such an ass now. He quickly put the first letter down and grabbed the next one.

Then another, then another. After a few more, sleep tried to creep into his eyes. So, Bradley went to his kitchen to start a pot off coffee. He poured himself a cup and read another letter and started a cycle.

Coffee, letter, repeat. He spent hours wrapped in your words until exhaustion forced him to fall asleep at his kitchen table.

A few hours later, he's jolted awake by the harsh sound of someone pounding on his door. "Bradshaw, open up. Are you alive? You missed the game!" He hears Jake yell from the other side.

Bradley jolts up from his table and scrambles to collect all of your letters that are scattered across his kitchen and living room. In his haste, he doesn't hear the rattle of the spare key the Daggers know he keeps under the potted plant next to his door turn in the lock.

"Bradshaw, what the fuck is going on in here?" Jake drawls out. Bradley turns to face him, papers in hand, and a deer in the head light look on his face.

"Uh—nothing." Bradley mumbles. "It doesn't look like nothing. What are these?" Jake asks as he grabs a stray letter from the coffee table.

"Don't touch them. They're mine!" Bradley snaps as he snatches the paper from Jake's hand. But it's too late, Jake knows that they are. "Are these letters from Birdie?" Jake questions him.

Bradley sighs, no point in denying it. "Yes, yes, they are. She wrote them to me on her covert deployment. There's hundreds of them. Mav found them in a box outside the Hard Deck near the dumpster."

"Because she was going to give them to you the night she returned, but you dropped the Kat bomb on her." Jake says as the pieces click into place.

"Yup." Bradley replies, popping the p.

"And I'm guessing Kat doesn't know about these?" Jake asks.

"She does not." Bradley says.

"Well— this—" Jake says as he gestures to the sight before him, "seems messy, and I'd rather not get involved, so good luck with whatever this is. I'll just text everyone that you were hungover and not dead," he finishes before turning on his heels and leaving Bradley alone.

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It's hard at first, finding your rhythm and your place amongst the Daggers again. But after a few weeks, you settle in.

It's Jake who asks you first about whether or not they will see you in a plane again, and you brush him off, claiming you're trying to get used to California time again. It pacifies the group, and no one really says anything else.

After a while, you seem to find your groove, and you fit back in with your group nicely. You find yourself going out with them more and more. And even though it hurts you to see Bradley with someone else, you can't be mean to Kat. She's so kind and genuine and always tells you how pretty you look.

A part of you feels bad for not telling her the truth about you and Bradley, but it's not your job to tell her. You just have to keep coming up with clever excuses as to why you can't come over every time she invites you to dinner.

You've officially been back for two months when Nat tells you that it's time to get back into the dating game. She tries to set you up with Bob, and he is sweet, but you remind her how well dating a coworker went for you last time. So instead, one Friday night, you find yourself sitting on the couch sharing a bottle of wine with her setting up your Hinge profile.

She flips through your photos, selecting a mix of ones that show you in a casual light alongside ones of you in your uniform, flight suit, and plane. You insisted that you didn't want to hide the fact that you were in the military.

Once your profile was set up, she helped you swipe until you got some matches. Then she helped you with some pick-up lines and conversation starters.

That's how you met Lucas. He was a few years younger than you, but he had his own place, an MBA, and worked in finance. He didn't mind that you were in the Navy. He actually thought it was cool.

Lucas was sweet and made you laugh, and after a few days of messaging on the app, you gave him your phone number. Two days later, he called you and asked you out on a date, and you agreed.

Thursday night, you pilfered through your closet to find the perfect outfit. Lucas is taking you to Dockside, a semi-upscale restaurant at the marina.

You flip through dresses before finding the perfect one. Unfortunately, when you try it on, it's not very compatible with your back brace. The material does little to hide the outline of it, and the dip in the back makes the top of it visible.

You pull off the garment and fling it to the floor before letting out a frustrated sigh. Ziva hops up and quickly retrieves it for you. You take the dress from her, and she sets her head in your lap, awaiting a few pets.

You take it from her and scratch her ears. You turn your attention back to the dress before deciding that you can go a few hours without your brace. What's the worst that could happen? You also decide that you could keep it and a sweater in your car, just in case.

You slip off your brace and try the dress back on. You double-check that the scars on your back aren't visible before taking it off and tucking it and your shoes and accessories into a garment bag.

Lucas is meeting you at 6:30, so by the time you get done for the day tomorrow, you won't have time to go home and change, so you decided to bring what you needed and get ready in your office.

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Bradley had set with the knowledge of your letters for a week. He hadn't read anymore since the very first night because he needed to process. He waited until the end of the day Friday to talk to you about them. That way, if he made an ass of himself, he wouldn't have to see you for two days.

He walked down the hallway and knocked on the door to your office. "Just a second!" Your voice chimed out. A few moments later, he heard the lock unlatch before the knob turned.

"Rooster." You said half-heartedly as you opened the door. "What can I do for you?"

Bradley stood there frozen at the sight before him. You had changed out of your uniform into a dress. A dress he knew very well. It was a golden yellow dress that reminded you of Andie's from How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, which is why you had to have it.

But that wasn't why he remembered it so well. It was the dress you were wearing when he proposed to you, and the one he took off of you before making love to you that night. The last time he saw it was on your—his bedroom floor.

"Um—you're dressed up." Bradley sputtered out.

"Yeah. I, I have a date." You say shyly, feeling the weight of Bradley's gaze on you. "What did you need?" You ask him.

"I—I can't remember. Where are you going? With who?" Bradley asks you, suddenly feeling a pang of jealousy run through him.

"His name is Lucas. We met on Hinge after Nat set me up a profile. I'm meeting him at Dockside in thirty minutes, so if you don't need anything, I need to go." You say to him with an aggravated tone.

"Oh, well, where is Ziva?" Bradley asks you.

"Not that it's really any of your business, but Uncle Beau took her home for me. Now, unless you have something pressing, I need to leave." You huff.

Bradley shakes his head. You grab your things and push past him to go to the parking lot. Once you're safely in your car, you take some ibuprofen to hopefully prevent any unbearable pain tonight.

Ten minutes after you leave, Bradley gets to his Bronco. He slides in before grabbing his phone.

"Hey, Kat. I'm sorry about last week. Let me make it up to you. Let me take you to Dockside tonight. I'll pick you up at 7:00." Bradley says before handing up the phone and heading home.

................

Lucas is sweet when you meet him. He brought you flowers and kept his hand at a respectable spot on your back as the host guided the two of you through the restaurant. He pulled out your chair for you with a smile.

You were grateful that the chairs here had a higher stiff back. It would make sitting without your brace more tolerable.

After ordering wine and looking over the menu, the two of you fell into a comfortable small talk. One glass of wine and the salad course later, you felt comfortable around him.

He was interested in your career and laughed at your jokes. This date was actually going well until the host brought a new couple to sit at the table next to you.

"Birdie?" A familiar voice called. You looked over and saw Kat and Bradley standing there. Heat burned in your cheeks.

"Birdie, what are you doing here?" Kat asked as she looked between you and Lucas. "I'm, I'm on a date." You said to her. She nodded before turning to the host and asking to move.

"Kat, they are super busy. This table is fine. I promise I'll be on my best behavior." Bradley says before sending her a wink. Reluctantly, Kat sits down.

When your entrées were served, you realized you'd been talking so much about yourself that you felt embarrassed.

Lucas laughed and told you it was fine before you started asking him questions about himself. You tried to listen intently, but every time Lucas talked about managing a hedge fund or getting his MBA from Georgetown, you couldn't ignore the not so subtle groans and scoffs from Bradley.

After one particularly loud scoff, Kat kicked Bradley under the table so hard that the silverware rattled.

By the time dessert rolled around, pain had blossomed in your spine. You felt like you were burning from the inside out. You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom to take some pain medication. You took a few deep breaths before reapplying your lipstick.

When you walked back to your table, you could see Kat glaring at Bradley, and you assumed that he had done something when you were in the bathroom.

"Sorry for taking so long. I just needed to freshen up." You apologized to Lucas. "It's fine. I hope you don't mind that I ordered the chocolate melting cake for dessert. I've heard it's incredible." Lucas said to you.

"No, that's fine. I love chocolate!" You told him earnestly. And Lucas was right. The dessert was amazing. At the end of the meal, he quickly swiped the bill before you could even look at it. You noticed that Bradley and Kat also had their bill, opting not to stay for dessert.

After paying and leaving a good tip, Lucas helped you up, which you definitely needed but didn't want to ask for, before walking you to your car.

As you crossed the parking lot, you could hear the hushed whispers of a couple arguing. You turned to see Bradley and Kat in a spat. Surely, the result of his less than stellar behavior.

You don't know why he acted that way. You'd been more than civil to Kat at the various outings that the two of you had been at. He had no right to try and ruin your date.

You shook the thought of him from your head as you stopped beside your car. Lucas gave you a polite goodnight kiss before he opened your car door for you and made sure you got out of the parking lot alright.

When you finally made it home, you immediately ran inside and collapsed on your bed before grabbing your prescription pain medication and taking it.

Ziva came and rested beside you, waiting to assist you if needed, but you feel asleep before you could do anything else.

..................

Monday morning, you were fuming when you came into the work. You had time to recover over the weekend and really think about what Bradley had done.

You told him where you were going, and he purposely came to the restaurant to spy on you and your date. Where did he get off on that? You'd never done anything negative towards him and Kat. You'd always been civil to her. It's not like Bradley could be mad at you for doing exactly what he did. You had got to work early, and you clocked him coming down the hall a few minutes after you.

"Rooster!" You shouted at him. You could see the panic flash across his face before he quickly walked towards you.

"Yes?" He asked, feigning innocence.

You grabbed him by his collar and dragged him into your office.

"What the fuck is your problem?" You say as you haul him inside. "Excuse me?" He asks you.

"You heard me! You brought Kat to Dockside to sabotage my date. You were jealous that I was going out!" You yell.

"I did not. We had a fight earlier that week, and I had already planned this. It was just a coincidence that we happened to show up and be sat next to you. Honestly." Bradley defends himself.

"I don't believe you!" You tell him. "You don't like the fact that I went out on a date. Just admit it. The idea if me moving on bothers you. Which isn't fair because you moved on and got yourself a whole-ass new fiancée!" You scream at him.

"Leave Kat out of this." Bradley bites back.

"You didn't." You retort. "I mean, seriously, what is your problem?"

"I don't have a problem!" Bradley argues with you.

"Yes, you do! Lucas is a great guy, and all you did was scoff and make snide comments about him!" You say as you poke Bradley's chest.

"He's about as interesting as watching paint dry." Bradley rolls his eyes.

"Well, at least he was communicating with me." You cross your arms over your chest.

"Fine! Do you want to know what my issue was? It was your dress. You wore that fucking yellow dress. It was the same one you were wearing when I proposed to you!" Bradley throws his hand up in defeat.

You narrow your eyes at him. "Well, I am so sorry about that. Next time I wear something that you proposed to me in, I'll make sure Lucas is the only one who sees it. Now get out!" You state before opening the door and slamming it behind him.

A few hours later, there is a knock on your door. You aren't expecting anyone, and you're even more shocked to find that it's Kat on the other side.

"Kat. Did you get lost looking for Rooster?" You ask her. "No. I—I came to see you, actually." She admits.

You hesitate for a moment before inviting her in.

"I came here to apologize for Bradley's behavior this weekend." She says to you earnestly. "It's fine. Really." You tell her.

"No, it isn't. I don't know what his problem was." Kat says.

"Rooster was my wingman for years. When you spend a bunch of time with someone and go on deployments, you get—close." You trail off. Kat quirks an eyebrow at you.

"Like siblings." You finished quickly. "Rooster is like a brother to me. He just—wants what's best for me." You sigh.

"Well, it doesn't give him an excuse to act like a dick." Kat says. You laugh at her comment. "But seriously. I'm so sorry for how he acted. I hope he didn't ruin anything for you."

"No, he didn't. Lucas and I are going out again on Wednesday." You tell her with a smile.

"Good. I'm glad. He seemed nice." Kat smiles back at you.

"Also, Birdie, I was hoping that I could make it up to you. I was thinking we could get brunch on Saturday?" Kat asks you.

"Kat, that's really sweet, but I don't think I can be around Rooster right now. I'm still mad at him." You tell her.

"No, I didn't mean with Bradley. I meant the two of us. Like a girls' date!" Kat chirps with hope in her eyes.

You want to turn her down, but she's got such a genuine smile on her face, and you can tell she's trying to be nice. "Okay. I guess we could do that." You say. She squeals before giving you a quick hug.

"Yay! I'll get your number from Bradley, and I'll text you the details!" She cheers before walking out. "Sounds great." You call down the hallway before shutting the door behind her.

At the sound of the door closing a little too hard, Ziva perks up from behind your desk and gives you a puzzling look.

"Oh, Zee. Brunch with my ex-fiancées current fiancée. What could go wrong?"

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[oftlunarialmoon]

Ciao lovelies! I have written before on the topic of Age Regression many times, from explaining what Age Regression is, to Age Regression Self-Care, to Age Regression Journaling. I never explicitly said before now, but I, myself, am an age regressor to cope with stress (and some other mental health reasons). The reason why I have officially decided to come forward and say so is because I feel that I want to keep writing posts on the topic of age regression, some with personal experience perhaps, so I want to be open with you all and let you know why I continue to write on this topic. I’ve also noticed some of this blog’s audience is made up of age regressors like myself, and I want to provide you all with some content from a safe, welcoming, and open-minded source. All that being said, today I’ve decided to write down 101 activity ideas for Age Regressors/ Things to Do When Bored, Age Regression edition. Please be sure to let me know in the comments (yes, you can even comment anonymously!) if you like these ideas, please be sure to tell me your favorite!

101 ACTIVITIES FOR AGE REGRESSORS

Outside Activities for Summer

1.       Play on a swing-set!

2.       Play hopscotch!

3.       Color with chalk!

4.       Build Fairy houses with materials you find outside!

5.       Take pictures of your toys in nature! This works especially well for dinosaur toys, animal toys, et, because they look like they’re meant to be in nature!

6.       Jump rope!

7.       Go swimming!

8.       Go fishing with a net and play catch and release!

9.       Go to a beach and find cool seashells!

10.   Read a book outside in the sun!

11.   Go for an ice cream!

Outside Activities for Fall

12.   Find leaves and flowers and press them into a journal. You can also do Leaf rubbings, where you put a piece of paper over a leaf and use a crayon to rub over it to get the imprint of the leaf on the paper!

13.   Carve a pumpkin!

14.   Go to a pumpkin patch and take lots of pics among the pumpkins! You can even pick out one to take home and make into a Jack-O-Lantern (like #12)!

15.   Collect cool leaves and make a leaf arrangement/wreath!

Outside Activities for Winter

16.   Build a snowman!

17.   Build a snow-fort!

18.   Have a snowball fight!

19.   Try to catch snowflakes on your tongue!

20.   Make snow angels!

21.   Play hide and seek in the snow!

Outside Activities for Spring

22.   Collect flowers and make bouquets!

23.   Make flower crowns!

24.   Play tag with some friends!

25.   Weave grass into cool shapes!

26.   Collect cool rocks/gemstones…You can even pretend to be a dragon who’s collecting rocks for their hoard!

Indoor Activities for Any Season

27.   Redecorate your room!

28.   Clean your room! (I know, bleh, but if you clean then you’ll have a clean slate for #27!)

29.   Change your phone’s wallpaper/lockscreen (check out our Instagram Highlight for some of ours!)

30.   Play with makeup!

31.   Try out new hairstyles!

32.   Play dress up!

33.   Play with some dolls!

34.   Play pretend! You could pretend to be a teacher for your dolls/toys, or even have your stuffies go on super cool adventures with you!

35.   Craft! You can make accessories, décor, toys, clothes, anything! Check out our DIY tag for lots of fun crafts!

36.   Read some kid books!

37.   Stim! I like crinkles when I’m small, and I also like slime and flappy hands!

38.   Play with squishies!

39.   Walk around a store and look at all the toys and kid stuff!

40.   Go on a Dollar Store shopping spree! You can get a lot of stuff at a dollar store for under like $20!

41.   Color in some cool pictures!

42.   Design a new OC (Original Character) 

43.   Draw some comics! They can be of yourself or of your OC’s!

44.   Cosplay your OC’s/any character you like!

45.   Do a photoshoot!

46.   Make a sensory bottle!

47.   Set up a dollhouse!

48.   Make beaded bracelets!

49.   Make yourself a snack!

50.   Or a meal!

51.   Bake some cookies (just be careful with the hot oven, okay?)

52.   Have a dance party with your stuffies!

53.   Make a playlist to regress to!

54.   Find new regression YouTubers!

55.   Play some video games! I love Slime Rancher , Animal Crossing, and more!

56.   Play with some phone apps! I love Animal Crossing Pocket Camp, Pastel Girl, and Pokémon Go!

57.   Try to mix your own perfume!

58.   Design a picture using glitter!

59.   Draw some fashion designs!

60.   Start an age regression journal! 

61.   Practice some age regression self-care!

62.   Make a self-care box!

63.   Make figures from modeling clay!

64.   Paint your nails!

65.   Give your stuffies/dolls a makeover!

66.   Find cute regression music! 

67.   Make posters for your room!

68.   Make gifts for your friends!

69.   Find a new penpal!

70.   Write letters to your pen-pal!

71.   Start a sticker scrapbook!

72.   Open some blind-bags!

73.   Watch some toy youtubers. Our YouTube Channel has some toy videos, my other favorites are Cookie Swirl C and My Froggy Stuff!

74.   Make your own YouTube Channel!

75.   Create a mystery to solve with your stuffies!

76.   Solve a Crossword Puzzle!

77.   Solve a Wordsearch!

78.   Finish a puzzle!

79.   Design your own puzzle!

80.   Make an escape room for your toys!

81.   Paint something!

82.   Watch cute anime like Himouto Umaru Chan!

83.   Watch cute shows on Netflix like Twelve Forever or Hilda!

84.   Watch fun shows on Hulu like Gravity Falls!

85.   Go to the library!

86.   Play chess or checkers!

87.   Watch a movie! I like Welcome to Monster High!

88.   Go see a movie in theatres!

89.   Make temporary tattoos using food coloring!

90.   Make your own T-shirt using a blank T-shirt and fabric paints!

91.   Take a little nap!

92.   Put on a play with or for your stuffies!

93.   Make clothes and accessories for your stuffies!

94.   Make clothes and accessories for your dolls!

95.   Make furniture for your dolls!

96.   Make your own blindbags for a friend!

97.   Upcycle your old clothes and jewelry by designing them into something new!

98.   Visit a thrift store!

99.   Go to a museum!

100. Go to the mall!

101.  Visit an Arcade!

WHEW! I hope that is enough ideas for you bored little ones out there. Have a great day!

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[thetinyblossom]

12 days of Agere prompts challenge

This small challenge is designed to give you prompts for your moodboard’s, drawings, fanfics etc.!

Add your own personality to it, under each prompt I have a small explanation of it! But feel free to interpret how you like it!

I used “you” a lot but it doesn’t need to be you! Could be about a character you like or oc! Feel free to bend the rules :3

1. Favorite food

-> Whats your favorite food? I bet it’s yummy! This prompt is all about the comfort and happiness that food brings!

2. Favorite place

-> Could be a room in the house, a specific special place, the park, waterpark’s etc etc. Anywhere you enjoy!

3. Favorite/Dream outfit

-> What is or would be your favorite outfit to wear? Does it has pockets? Trinkets? Is it colorful? Or just a black and white theme? Let your fashion sense shine!

4. Dream bag

-> What is or would be your ideal bag? What’s inside? Toys? Candy? Maybe care items? Let your imagination run wild!

5. Summer inspired

-> Firstly, get inspired by the things to do in summer! The beach, the road-trips, playing outside, playing with water and getting messy eating ice cream! Enjoy the sun and adventure!

6. Fall inspired

-> Now, get inspired by the things you do in fall! The leafs, the trees, nuts, animals, the weather, jumping on a pile of leaf’s! Lots of fun to be can had!

7. Winter inspired

-> This time get inspired by the things you do in winter! Building snowman’s, having snowball fights, being cozy, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace! If we’re you live it doesn’t snow, you can get inspiration by the cozy foods, clothes and cold breeze!

8. Spring inspired

-> Lastly, time to get inspired by the spring! It’s time for colors, flowers, enjoying the nice warmth of the sun and still seeing the rain! Spring is great to jump on puddles and find insects!

9. Favorite outside activity

-> No matter the season, what’s one thing you love doing outside? It could be shopping, playing, visiting new places, what would that activity be? Where would the adventure take you?

10. Favorite inside activity

-> Now, let’s get back home! What would you like to do? Maybe snuggle a bit? Have more playtime? Maybe even take a bath? So many options!

11. Make a “perfect” cg/little

-> Who would be your ideal caregiver or little? Could be a character, the ideal traits you desire, or simply your own caregiver/little one!

(Remember, no one is perfect and not being able to always meet those expectations doesn’t make you a bad person! Is just for fun :3)

12. Favorite Plushy appreciation post

-> What is your favorite plushie? Make a post about it! Show off how cute and cuddly that little buddy is!

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[una-hopeless-romantic1118]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬?—𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬/𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬

a/n: i died but im back for u hangry warren sluts<3333. following after the events of Part 2. ALSO changed the last name to Augustine bc i love the last name :3

timeline: ep. 3 

-> Part 1  

-> Part 2  

This chapter: Part 3

Part 4 

Part 5 

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

warnings: cursing, drinking, hangovers, angsty y/n again, not proofread at all. it’s way too long than the other ones whoopsies. 

summary: a slow morning at y/n’s condo starts with warren, who makes it his mission to get to know the girl better, before pulling a “mastermind” of his own as well.

i never realized this but y/n in the first part was literally being a mastermind by taylor swift. AND WE STAN🤞🤞

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Warren didn’t wake up to the sound of Graham’s and Eddie’s loud chatter, the loud clinking of pans as Karen prepares for breakfast, or Julia’s shrieking cries that rattled the whole house awake, but it was the waves gently crashing in the distance.

Outside, through the light blue, almost translucent, curtains of the clear sliding door, he could see the sun about to rise in the most beautiful state ever. A mixture of the shades purple, orange, and pink, and it was perfect.

It sounds like it doesn’t make any sense at all, and if someone were to ever tell him that the sky could be this pretty, he wouldn’t have believed them. He would’ve waved it off as the coke talking.

But seeing it now, just having woken from the best sleep he’s had in a while, it was real and true. It impressed him. So much so that it drove him to get up from the couch he was sleeping at to take a closer look, as if he was a child waking up early to find his backyard snowing.

He swept off the curtain for a clearer look. 

“Holy shit,” he whispered heavily under his breath that the window had fogged up.

The sky was even better with the curtain swept off to the side. It was like he was in the middle of a painting. 

It was too good to be true.

Beneath the sunrise, the waves that woke him up continued its rhythmic pattern of gentle crashes on the shore, the bubbling it leaves on the sand, and then back to the ocean to gather energy to crash again.

He could stand there and watch it for hours.

His shared house Laurel Canyon was confined, there were barely any windows, and they didn’t have the nearest access to the beach.

He managed to peel his eyes off the scenery before him to look around the condo.

Who knew a celebrity’s condo could be so comforting? It wasn’t just the outside scenery that was comforting, but strangely, it was the mess of the living room.

The loose and weirdly shaped, different colored pieces of cloth on the table in front of the couch, an even bigger mess on the tables with the sewing machines, and loose pieces of paper with sketches of colorful designs.

Stylish designs, but some of them are bolder, more uniquely colored designs, that he knows there’s more to them than meets the eye, but are all x’ed over like mistakes.

He took note that some of them were indicated to be bejeweled pieces of clothing, decorated with nothing but jewels, gems, and silver, and it completely stands out from her usual tight, petite looking designs. Some were clothing pieces that were flowy and wispy, and if one were to put their arms out at the wind, it creates that free feeling statement. 

He picks up the sketches on the floor and tables, subconsciously starting a properly stacked pile of papers and placing them on the table, making sure to make a separate pile of the ones that are x’ed out.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────• 

Warren: I mean, the way she was talked about back then was unbelievable. I’m not over exaggerating when I say this, but I was probably one of the only people she had over at that condo.

She had hundreds of friends and admirers, so it kinda made me question how I was welcomed in. And knowing enough about her at the time, it wasn’t because I was a rockstar and she was a hard core fan.

*he lifts himself up from his seat* Mind if I get something real quick? 

Interviewer: Sure.

*he walks out of the camera’s view and into a room in his boat. not long, he comes back with a newspaper in hand.*

Warren: This is just one of the many newspapers I saw her name in, in big, white, bold letters. *he sits back down* I never saw something from the corner of my eye and recognize it this well.

Interviewer: Why’d you keep it?

Warren: *he shrugs with a smile* It’s the little things that matter, sobrina! She still smiles seeing this every now and then.

I bought this at a local grocery store when I was walking around the town she lived at, looking for takeout to get for the two of us. After I found some, I brought four plates of the same order, two milkshakes, and headed back with this and the food.

Interviewer: Well, what made you feel the need to stay?

Warren: Who in the right mind would want to waste their time not spending it with Y/N? *he flips the newspaper’s front to face him* I took my chance, but it wasn’t what I wanted in the first place. I just thought it’d be nice to have a friend like her and get to know her better.

*he hesitates* with a siiide of benefits, because the woman was too interesting to be someone I could just wave off into the past.

But listen to this, the most dramatic title ever *he snickered* :

“ Y/N Augustine! Her rise has been as catastrophic, luminous, and stunning as a supernova itself-! ”

I’m sorry- *he snickered behind the newspaper* I can’t, man. I don’t know how I managed to go through with showing her this, knowing damn well she would’ve laughed at it too. But I know she needed to see it. Especially at that time.

Interviewer: Would you say that that morning was the beginning for you guys? Like the rest of the band said?

Warren: *he nods with a smirk* Hell yeah.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

Warren, with two bags of the four styrofoam containers of food in one hand, contained in one of the bags the horrible newspaper, while holding a cup holder with two drinks on the other, placed the drinks on the floor momentarily to open the door.

Just opening a small crack, he was immediately met with a blasting vinyl player. Bob Marley & The Wailers, he recognized, Could You Be Loved.

There was a spark of amusement that made Warren chuckle under his breath.

As soon as he made the small crack of the door, he squished through with the breakfast in his hands, pushing the door wider with his arm.

He marched over the counter by the kitchen to place the food, and when he turned around, he was met with a wildly haired, wide eyed short woman, with a baseball bat ready to swing his head out of his body.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Y/N: I had to have a baseball bat. I bought it from a local Dick’s Sporting Goods because I couldn’t buy anything...else.

It wasn’t because I liked the sport. It was good enough because even if you didn’t know how to use it “the right way,” It would hurt the other person anyways.

I was just a woman who happened to be living alone. I needed all the protection I could get from bastards creeping into my house. 

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

“FUCKING BASTARD!” Y/N yelled. “WARREN WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“ME?” He yelled back. “YOU’RE THE ONE WITH THE FUCKING WEAPON. PUT IT DOWN BEFORE I SHIT MY FUCKING PANTS."

Y/N pants as she lowers the bat slowly. “I thought you...I thought you left?...”

"Geeze, woman. Really?” He exhaled out, in pure disbelief. To think he would leave after the events of last night, with so many things to talk about, he wanted all the answers he could get. 

So many things that can happen from then on. 

Her in her silk sleep dress and baseball bat was not what he had in mind at all, though.

In other words, he wanted her. He wouldn’t have gotten her all of this food if he didn’t. And that says a lot.

In the distance, the reggae music continued with another one.

“Sorry,” she winced. “I thought you were an intruder.”

Warren tries to shake off his trembling subtly. “Eh, it’s all good. I went out to get food. Milkshakes, hash browns, scrambled eggs, toast.” He drummed on the plates as he tells her.

Y/N’s eyes widen, but she proceeds to march up to the counter and salivate over the delicious smell. 

Not long after, she begins to dive in, seemingly forgetting about how she almost near blew Warren’s head open.

She also seemed to be completely ignoring Warren’s amused, yet admiring gaze on her.

She nods to him. “So, is this like, aftercare?” She grabs a fork in a drawer and begins picking at the scrambled eggs. “Back home they usually just leave.”

It takes Warren a few seconds to recover from the wild suggestion. “We didn’t...sleep together, Y/N.” He said carefully. “But if you really want to know what aftercare could be with me, then we should definitely do something about that.”

Y/N, already with a mouthful of eggs, tilt her head in confusion. “What is this all for, then?” She ignored the brave remark.

Warren sighs defeatedly into his shoulder. “Thought I’d be nice. Figured you’d have a hangover.” 

He grabs a toast. “And I thought you said you were from here? Or was that also...”

“No, I am from here,” Y/N nods. “But after my parents’ divorce when I was 10, my dad and me and my three brothers moved to France to where our grandparents were at.” She swallows the remnants of scrambled eggs in her mouth. “I moved back here after quitting 2 years of...school-” 

Warren tuts when he notices the long pause between of and school. “Tell me.”

“No.”

“Yes,” he widened his eyes at her, wagging a piece of toast in her face. “It’s the least you could do. I bought you food that could last you the whole day.”

“I never asked for this!”

“How bad of a major was it that you won’t tell me?” Warren chuckled. “What was it? Dentistry? Dance? Clinical? A foot massager?”

“A foot massager?!” She screeched.

“Holy shit! Are you serious?”

Y/N slaps his hard in his upper arm, which caused Warren to yell out. “Shit! Baby, that stung.”

“Don’t call me baby,” she gagged. “Don’t baby me!”

“But you’re so cut-Ow! Fine, geeze.” He goes to massage his arm after the second slap, now that it was sending tingling sensations, worse than the one before. “I think it’s actually making my arm paralyzed, Y/N. Great fucking job.”

“Good. I hope the paralysis reaches your brain.”

“I won’t let it,” he sighs miserably as he continues to massage his arm. “Now tell me your major, please.”

“No!” She chuckled nervously. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I won’t laugh, I promise.” He lied. Of course he’d laugh, he did just make her blush from embarrassing her.

A silent pause. “...Astrophysics.”

Warren’s hand raced to his mouth to stop himself from absolutely losing it in front of her. And she already looked embarrassed, and with the way she was clutching on to her fork looked like she want to dive it into her eye. 

“...Wow.” He muffled against his hand. “I mean...wow...”

But when a snicker escaped from his lips, Y/N frowns. “You promised!”

“I never promised anything!” He laughed out loud now. Howling laughter, that tears began to form in the corner of his eyes. “What a nerd!”

“Fuck off.” She groaned, walking to him only to push him away.

“Little French nerd!” But it wasn’t until she got up in front of his face, way too close than she intended, was she reminded of last night.

Of course Y/N remembered the kiss. And while she rarely got drunk, those rare times were always “on accident,” and would always have to be her last straw. It was always in hopes to avoid and forget, but it wouldn’t last for however she wanted. She still remembers things.

For a while, she’s been thinking about moving back to France. Back to her family, back to her friends and back to the insane craze of lover culture—anyone, to desperately get a way out of this depressing hold called loneliness.

But she knows she couldn’t just leave because she’d be leaving way too much. It’s way too important to leave for company or love. 

The kiss was nice, and made her feel nice momentarily. Warren’s nice too, bringing her breakfast and all, and cleaning her living room/primary workplace for her that she noticed as soon as she walked in, which is a tad confusing and unnecessary, especially after her little trick on him.

She’s flattered by the guy. Charmed, even.

But Y/N has been in doubt about many things, but this shouldn’t be any different. The feelings will pass, she’s convinced herself, and she will be able to get herself back on track.

So she walks back to where she was before.

When Y/N gets herself to look at him again, there’s a certain way that Warren’s face pinched that sent Y/N to feel extremely guilty.

“Why’d you drop out?” He exhaled out heavily.

“Warren...” She warned with pained expression.

“Hey, it’s just a genuine question.” He raised his hands in surrender. “How does someone go from being a super nerd to a hot piece fashionista?”

“Fuck you, I have always been a hot piece.” She scrunched her nose. “I wasn’t happy, that was it. I mean, I loved studying it and reading about it, but I didn’t want it as a job. I wish I realized it earlier.”

Warren nods. “So you were an unhappy hot piece.” He faked sympathy.

“I was an unhappy hot piece.” She nodded along.

He takes a sip of his milkshake before swishing it around his mouth. “And now?” He swallows. “Are you happier now?” 

Y/N made the mistake of saying “um...” instead of just jumping into it with a lie.

Say yes.

All Y/N could do was bite her tongue and look up.

Y/N, just fucking lie.

“Hey...it’s okay if you’re not.”

Y/N bites her bottom lip gently as she picks at the scrambled egg in front of her.

“Maybe I need another career change.” She snickered. But, no. It’s not it this time, and she knows it.

“I was hoping you would say that.” Warren wagged a finger at her before walking off to the stack of papers at one of her sewing desk.

She watches as he walks back to her with a whole, separated stack of them. “I saw your sketches earlier when I was cleaning up.” 

“Congrats,” she said with a mouthful of toast. “You’re the first person to see them.”

“No way?” He chuckled with his raspy voice. “Oh, shit. Wow...and is there, like, an award system for this? ‘Cuz I feel like I deserve some sort of…award for witnessing such, fine, art...” He made sure to look intently at her.

Y/N tried to hide her growing smile. “So about the sketches you said?....”

Warren shook his head with a small smile on his face. “They were good. All of them.”

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, faking a blushed expression. “Top notch feedback. New York critics better watch out.” 

“Hey, I’m telling the truth,” he laughs out, “especially the crossed out ones.”

Y/N stops mid-bite of her toast. She blinks a few times, before finally meeting Warren in the eyes. 

“I mean, why are they crossed out in the first place?” He questioned, genuine curiosity in his voice. “They looked amazing.”

“They looked like shit.” She countered his compliment. 

Warren insisted for a further explanation with a simple nod.

“They’re not...normal,” she tried. “If I went through with them and made them, I would’ve wasted my time, and not to mention, embarrass the models. They wouldn’t be able to show their faces or get another modeling gig if I forced them into clothes like those.”

“Okay, well, forget about the models right now,” Warren offered, with a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “Why are they shit? Because they don’t look like it.”

Y/N shrugs as she swallows. She knows they weren’t shit, but that they were too bold of a statement. “I just don’t see the average people to wear them.”

“That’s because average people shouldn’t be wearing them.” Warren snickered. “You know you’re the #1 brand right now? Serenity’s been on cover magazines everywhere I go, with your name plastered at the top as if it was it’s own title.”

He pulls out the newspaper from the bag and faced it in front of her.

It only takes her a few minutes skimming the page to break out laughing.

•─────⋅(cut to documentary)⋅─────•

Y/N: It was such a horribly cheesy compliment *she pinched the bridge of her nose* I should’ve sued their ass back then.

•─────⋅(cut back)⋅─────•

Warren laughs along with her. “I saw it on the walk back here. Thought I’d show it to you to convince you.”

Y/N chuckles, wiping a tear forming from the corner of her eye. “Convince me that my work is as catastrophic as a supernova?” She laughs into her arms. 

He nods. “That you should go through with making the clothes. You’re amazing. And sorry for saying this, but I never pegged you to be the type of person to care what other people think.”

“Well I do,” Y/N argued, her laughter gradually dying down. “I do care.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“It’s my work. I’m supposed to.” She met his eyes again. “What do you know about it?”

“I don’t know jack shit about fashion, you’re right,” Warren agrees. He leans closer to her on the counter, “but I know if you keep pushing creativity like these to the side, the world will be missing out on a whole side of Y/N Augustine.”

“And how are you so sure it’s something they’d want to see?”

“Alright, listen,” he proposes. “They’re not shit. They’re just different. They’re never-seen-before’s, that’s why you’re scared to make them.”

Y/N still looked unsurely at the papers laid in front of her. Warren pushes them to her so that they’re closer.

He points at one of the x’ed out drawings. Under the drawing was his name written with a smiley face and a phone number.

“I gotta run. Band practice.” He tells her, before quickly pecking her cheek and beelining to the front door.

Biting back a smile, she calls out after him.“When do you want this?”

“As soon as you want to see me again.” He flashed her a smile, winked, before finally closing the door behind him.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

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[cyberhades]

Bloody Desire ੈ♡˳ | vampire! Eddie Munson x fem! reader

Summary: your best friend has turned into a vampire and one night in the huge mansion where he lives many things will happen.

Warnings: smut, protected sex, first time, Eddie biting the reader, oral (female receiving), fingering.

A/N: I absolutely love vampires and there are no words to describe how much fun I had writing this. Enjoy! ♡

IT WAS TWO O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING, on a long summer night that reached California. You were in the kitchen of the winding mansion where your best friend since high school lived: Eddie Munson.

He was not loved at all, neither respected in that small town, and there weren't many opportunities for him to live there either. As soon as he could, he moved to California and met cool guys who asked him to join a thrash metal band. During a concert in 1987, on backstage some unruly fan entered and bit Eddie's neck, then bit hee own wrist and bled from the bite, turning him into a vampire.

Very few people knew about Eddie's situation. The guys in the band, you and Dustin.

As soon as Eddie was turned into a vampire you were still living in Hawkins, but he begged you to move to California to be closer to him now that he was in such a complicated life situation. To him, vampires only existed in books.

It had been almost two years since he had turned into a night creature, it was 1989. The mansion he lived in had a Gothic design and was right in front of a lonely beach.

He was just getting used to the life of being a vampire and having to drink blood to feed himself. But it wasn't the same as being a human being, it would never be again. He was a famous guitar player and a vampire, the kind all girls wanted. He hadn't changed a thing in his physical appearance and a lot was different from the books. He used to get the sun normally, he just didn't like it much. He felt better at night, he didn't have a weakness for garlic.

— Let me get this straight... do you sleep in a coffin? — you questioned in disbelief, sitting on the kitchen counter while you drank coffee and you listened to the waves of the sea very close.

— If I'm a vampire I have to do it right, yeah? — he chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee as well. It no longer had an effect on his system but it was tasty.

— Do you sleep there every day?

— Not exactly. I have a room with a coffin and everything, I have guest rooms and a room for me normal with a "normal bed" — he explained a little more about how it worked and talked about how comfortable his red-stuffed coffin was.

You were sleeping in one of the guest rooms, it had been two days since you went to his house to spend time together, just like old times.

— Shit, I think my blood supply is running low... — he remembered and huffed, running a hand over his slightly irritated face. — Will you go to the butcher shop with me tomorrow? So we can buy animal blood for me.

— Why don't you take people's blood?

He frowned, looking you up and down with a disbelieving look on his face.

— I've done this a lot, but... you know... — he began to walk into the kitchen, even climbing the walls and standing upside down on the ceiling. He walked so far he didn't even notice. — My fangs have poison...

— Kill people? Turn into a vampire?

— No. To turn someone into a vampire you have to bite and bleed from the wound...

— So what's in the poison?

— When I bite people my fangs release a poison that works as a stimulant and makes them horny. So I strongly avoid doing that — he said that as if he were disappointed in himself.

A strange silence reigned in that room but your mind liked to play tricks, so you were excited by that hypothesis and seeing is believing. Or rather, feeling is believing. You sighed and gave him a good look because you were ready to make a decision.

In fact, you were never the type of person who talked or made risky decisions, maybe you were more willing because of the dawn. Don't take this the wrong way, you were in your full mental faculties but your mind seemed to be without that "filter".

— Are you hungry now?

— Why are you asking me that?

— Are you hungry now? — you asked again, considering hesitating but remained firm in your questioning.

Eddie took a deep breath, huffed and looked away from yours for a few seconds before running his left hand through that wavy, unruly hair and saying:

— Yes baby, yes, I am.

— You can feed on me if you want...

— Y/N THAT'S OUT OF THE QUESTION AND YOU... YOU ARE A VIRGIN, I WON'T DO THAT TO YOU! — he said desperately, making random movements with his hand, gesturing nervously.

You decided to move on, you couldn't pass up this "golden opportunity" that life was giving you. You took advantage of the fact that he was right in front of you while you were still sitting on the kitchen counter and decided to shut him up with a calm kiss. At first Eddie seemed to stall, not least because you were pure and innocent and he was a creature of darkness.

He would hate to know he was taking advantage of your purity in a moment of weakness.

But then he returned the kiss, making your lips look like it was dancing due to the timing and the movements. Eddie's hot tongue invaded your mouth and he seemed to want to explore every part while his soft lips were on yours. The kiss was smacking, smacking softly in the kitchen.

You moaned softly during those foreplay as his hands explored your body. Apparently he was afraid to touch you and not control his vampiric instincts, but you took his hands and placed them on your waist.

— Please touch me... — you said during the kiss, against his mouth. The tone of voice was needy.

He couldn't deny that it made him horny. The way you moaned softly to his caresses made him numb. Obviously because of the powers he could hear your heart beating very fast and he could hear the blood flowing through your veins.

— I won't do anything you don't want to baby. You can relax... — he said while trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck.

— I know you won't hurt me... — you said, resting your hands on his shoulders as he held your thighs, squeezing lightly.

You wore a thin, short white dress. It was a silk-like fabric and now that your nipples were tight he could see clearly beneath the fabric. His mouth watered and he was even more willing to taste your blood.

He gently sucked on the delicate skin of your neck, leaving a visible hickey as he licked and kissed. Those caresses were driving you crazy.

— Are you ready? — he questioned looking into your eyes with those Belgian chocolate colored eyes.

You nodded as you licked your bottom lip.

He continued kissing your neck slowly, while squeezing your thighs lightly and you hugged his shoulders, pulling him closer. You cried out in pleasure and then bit your bottom lip as you felt his fangs tearing your flesh. It hurt, but it was quite bearable.

The pain was something like an injection, at first annoying but then it turned into something pleasurable. You felt a slight pressure at the bite site as he was sucking blood. He felt your blood flow through his fangs, he could taste you on his tongue and nothing made him happier than that.

He moaned softly against your neck as he squeezed your thighs more firmly and pulled you closer, making the thin fabric of your panties touch his erection under the jeans. He was getting real hard, not just because of your shy moans, but also because of your blood. And you were getting horny too.

— Your blood is the best thing I've ever tasted baby you're so sweet... — he licked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand.

The bite mark was present on your neck and it burned a little, but it would soon stop. The horny was talking louder in your body and you didn't even notice when a little blood ran down your neck, onto your breasts and stained crimson on your dress.

— Oh no baby... I stained your pretty dress... — he said in a horny voice as he ran his fingertips over the straps of your dress.

You were panting and could barely form a sentence. You were already horny before and was even more horny after the bite.

— No problem... — you said, still breathing hard.

— Then I buy another one for you... — he said as he kissed your neck again, licking the blood that had flowed.

— Bite me more... — you begged, closing your eyes and feeling waves of pleasure wash over your body.

— Excuse me?

— Bite me more please...

— As you wish, my baby...

He kept kissing your neck with greater greed this time, and he moaned fiercely against your flesh as you moaned in a cute way. He slipped the straps of your dress down, lowering it to your belly. Your breasts were now visible to him.

— Fuck... — he cursed while looking at your body.

He leaned you back slightly, not enough to make you lie down on the counter. He wrapped an arm behind your back, holding you tightly, leaving your back slightly arched and your breasts more exposed. The other hand remained holding your thigh and kisses went to your breasts.

— Yes... oh my God... — you moaned, rolling your eyes as you felt him suck one breast and massage the other.

He was alternating between sucking and kissing. His hand, which was on your thigh, slid dangerously along the soft inner part of your thigh, reaching for your thin panties. He pleasured you in so many different ways at the same time.

He started to kiss a little further up your breast, away from your nipple. And when you least expected it, you felt that hot pain once again. He bit your breast slowly and was slowly sucking the blood.

His fingers, who had been caressing your inner thigh, slid down to your panties, setting them aside and running his fingertips through your pussy lips.

— E-Eddie... fuck! — you swore slyly as you moaned and rolled your eyes in pleasure.

Then you felt his fingers penetrate your wet insides. A little scream of surprise left your lips as you grabbed his shoulders. His long fingers filling your insides made you push your hips in search of more.

He made smooth back and forth movements, but very effective as they hit your sensitive spot several times in a row. It was being an incredible mix of sensations there, pleasurable fucking sensations.

Feel Eddie drinking your blood biting your breast as he fingered you it was by far the best thing you could experience. And it didn't take long for you to feel like you were going to come.

— I'm coming, I'm coming! — you cried out in pure pleasure feeling the knot in your stomach burst as he made more intense back-and-forth moves.

Your pussy was now practically dripping, but you were still far from satisfied. There was some blood running down your breasts, but he licked it, to "clean you up."

— Did you like it? — he asked, placing a kiss on your chest.

— I loved it!

— Don't worry, there's still more... — he brought his lips to your ear and whispered. — Much more...

He wrapped your legs around his hips, holding you tight as he picked you up and led you through the house, up the stairs to his bedroom. You hugged his neck and bit your bottom lip as you smiled, looking forward to what would come next.

Eddie's room had a Victorian Gothic design, it was a typical vampire room from the books, like Dracula for example. A huge wall of glass with half-sheer white curtains that were open, giving a splendid view of the shady beach. There were no big waves and you could see the bright full moon glistening in the sea water, shining in a way that seemed to delight you.

It really brightened up the room which had a large crystal chandelier on the ceiling, some white roses in a vase next to the bed. Talking about the bed, it was very spacious and the sheets were Egyptian cotton in a shade of black mixed with crimson, and the cushions and pillows were as comfortable as a cloud. There was also a large mirror with a detailed gold frame next to a huge bookcase with several books and his classic red guitar.

Apparently, everything in Eddie's room made you feel comfortable, it was an incredibly beautiful and well decorated room.

He laid you down comfortably on the bed, returning kisses to your body. He kissed your neck slowly, then went down to your chest, your stomach and he made sure to remove the dress from your body completely, leaving only your panties.

You brought your hands to the hem of the black shirt he was wearing and pulled it off his body, leaving him with his chest exposed. He was too handsome, always has been.

He slid his fingertips down your waist, wrapping his fingers around the hem of your panties and pulling them out, sliding them down your legs. Now you were totally naked for him.

— I always wanted so much to kiss your body... — he said in a hoarse tone of voice, altered by lust.

He lay down on the bed, putting his head right between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of your thigh passionately as you tightened the soft sheets on the bed and moaned, throwing your head back on the pillow.

Until it didn't take long to feel him bite the sensitive flesh of that part. You screamed in surprise once again, that hot pain was going to end up becoming your addiction.

Your blood flowed through his fangs, causing his pupils to dilate.

He stopped drinking your blood and licked up the blood that had oozed from the small wound his fangs had inflicted. Now you had three bite marks on your body, it was worth every one.

Quickly, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and made his way to your pussy with wet kisses. You were very needy and you longed to feel his mouth there the way you had felt his fingers.

He started eating you out slowly, which caused your back to arch and a highly pornographic moan to leave your lips as you grabbed his hair. His nose rubbed against your pussy subtly as his tongue moved up and down inside you.

His soft lips were working wonders down there and he was moaning against your pussy. Low wet sounds filled the room as he ate you with desire. Every time you moaned he did it more intensely. It would be impossible not to come in that man's — vampire — mouth at any moment.

You felt like you could touch the sky with just that.

His mouth was doing it more voraciously now, while his nose was still rubbing against your clit.

— Come on my face baby — he asked with a half muffled voice against your pussy and holding your waist, bringing you closer.

You felt another wave of pleasure hit your body and your legs trembled slightly as you came in his mouth, leaving his face luscious with your sweet content. He ran his tongue several times, not wanting to waste a single drop.

— As sweet as your blood... — he smirked, and got out of bed.

He went to a table in the bedroom and opened a drawer, taking out a condom. He held the condom package in his teeth as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. You enjoyed watching him lower his pants along with his boxers, leaving his hard cock visible.

His erection throbbed and was practically touching his stomach. The rosy glans was wet with pre-cum and you also noticed some veins.

He walked over to the bed, standing right beside you and ripped open the condom package with his teeth as he looked at you. That was more than enough to make you sigh. Seeing him "getting dressed" made you want to cross your legs.

— If it hurts too much you tell me I'll stop baby — he said, lying on top of you and enveloping you in a passionate kiss. The metallic taste of blood had already passed.

As he kissed you passionately, he held your thighs subtly, positioning himself better between your legs. You hugged his back on impulse. And you moaned against his lips at the feel of him inside you.

He was nothing small. But your body supported him incredibly well, it was a perfect fit. As if you were made for each other.

He stood there for a minute, waiting for you to adjust to his length.

— Can I move?

— Y-Yes... please... — you asked and bit your bottom lip as you felt him start to move back and forth inside you.

He moved slowly at first so it wouldn't hurt so much. It hurt a little, yes, but it was bearable pain, which soon turned into just heady pleasure. As well as the bites.

Eddie was doing this with as much affection as he could and was kissing your neck often to quell the pain. His moans were music to your ears and he loved how tight you were.

You moaned right next to his ear, that was making him more motivated to continue. The pace was increasing as you asked for it. Your nails scratched his back without meaning to.

— I-I'm sorry — you said with difficulty seeing the way he moaned and closed his eyes tightly feeling that unexpected bodily stimulation.

— You can keep scratching my back baby, don't mind if you bleed — he said in a tone filled with pleasure and lust as he watched your body and the way your hips bumped against his.

You hugged his back again and scratched in a way that made him more excited, so he went faster. He was hitting your g-spot in an unbelievable way, making you on the verge of orgasm.

The sound of your bodies along with moans and curses filled the room, there was nothing better than that and his back was bleeding. Your nails were doing delicious damage there.

— So tight…fuck! — he cursed. — You're so hot baby, I love this pretty pussy!

You would never imagine that you would be totally surrendered to the charms of a vampire and that you would give your virginity to him. But here you are.

— Please, make me come again — you said with some difficulty as you felt your body shudder beneath him.

— Come for me again baby — he said, taking your arms and positioning them above your head, gripping your wrist tightly.

You moaned desperately and could barely form a sentence. It felt like all your thoughts were jumbled up in your mind because of the pleasure he was giving you.

He was watching all your facial expressions, and the way you kept your lips parted and moaned with your eyes tightly closed left him ecstatic.

— Eddie I'm coming, I'm coming! Fuck! — you cried out in pure pleasure for the third time that night, feeling yourself melt on his cock.

Your legs trembled around his hips, your back arched and your eyes closed tightly once more, that wave of pleasure slammed into you brutally. Your breathing was totally uneven and you were content and done.

It didn't take long for him to come too, filling the latex of the condom with his hot cum as he moaned your name in a voice filled with desire and arousal with satisfaction. He got up and went to throw the used condom in the trash can in the bathroom.

When he returned, he lay down on the bed with you, laughing like an idiot — just like you — and pulled you to his chest, hugging you tightly. He kissed the top of your head several times, you were satisfied and happy.

— Did you like it? I hope I didn't hurt you — he questioned worriedly, patting your shoulder.

— I loved it! — you hugged him enthusiastically. — Thank you, thank you, thank you!

— I'm glad you liked it baby... so... — he was speaking well but seems to have suddenly become awkward.

— So...?

— Do you wanna... like... wanna be my girlfriend? — he questioned a little shy and flustered. Regardless of whether he was no longer a human, he was still the classic Eddie. — People say that dating a best friend makes the relationship last longer and I will live for a long time.

— Of course I want! — you accepted, positioning yourself better and holding his face with one hand, pulling him into a kiss that was promptly returned.

You now had the best vampire boyfriend in the world.

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[kill-the-hand-of-shakespeare]

“Unknown”

5

———————

It wasn’t bad. Aziraphale had said it wasn’t bad - what did that even mean? That it wasn’t bad but wasn’t good? Or was it good?

Crowley let himself be brought back to the couch. He’d spent many nights on this couch.

At first, he’d just gotten into the Bentley and drove. He drove all the way to the coast and only stopped when he was far away from any town or houses. He’d stepped out when the Bentley came to a slow stop and turned herself off, tired of his mood.

He’d stood at the top of the onlook and as loud as he could, screamed. He screamed at God. Asked Her why She kept taunting him. Was falling not enough? Taking away his stars? His memory? Ripping him piece by piece and leaving him to glue them back together and now She takes him? His Angel? It wasn’t even unfair at this point. It was bloody demonic.

He’d stayed there all night. It was so dark. Snakes can’t see the stars very well. He couldn’t see the stars very well.

The nebula and local groups, planets and constellations he had formed- he couldn’t see them in all their glory anymore. He could see the moon, pale and plain. Stars were beautiful colours- a million chemicals fighting each other in a beautiful dance, that would end in terrifying blasts of energy.

And all he could see was the moon. A stupid satellite that broke off of earth at one point... or was it a meteor? He couldn’t remember. It had been so insignificant at the time... a single grain of sand in the beach of time.

He let out his wings. Held himself with them. The dark black a reminder of the fires of hell. Pure white singed dark as the night. Maybe Aziraphale was right - they were the bad guys. He was the villain.

He would never be good enough for God, nor the Angel he had come to adore.

When the sun had started to rise, Crowley just watched. Time was a terrible thing. It just kept going. Sunrise to sunset the word kept spinning... that’s just how he’d designed it. Let there be light...

He’d cursed the sun, too. Swore at it and then, as the beautiful colours pushed the stars he could not see away, and made room for blue cloudy skies of dawn, he broke. He let himself sob. He cried until his throat was raw, and no tears came. Until he felt empty.

The Bentley started herself up. And he drove for two more days before going back to his apartment. Where he’d smashed everything in his apartment to dust.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Just as She had intended.

But his apartment became too lonely. The ticking of his clock drove him so mad he threw it away.

The Bentley had driven herself to the bookshop. Parked where she always did. And he made his way into the shop. It was quiet. Muriel was only there half the time they were supposed to be open, but there was a note on the door saying Mr. Fell had fallen ill and went back to his hometown to be around family.

So they were acting like he was dying? That was heavens Oh Great Plan? Cheery.

He’d slept on the couch. He had half a mind to sleep in Aziraphale’s room, but that dropped a heavy stone in his stomach. After a few days he’d ventured upstairs. Lingered around. The smell of the Angel had made him feel homesick - vanilla and Earl Grey. The sweet fragrance of decaying book pages and antique leather.

So he raided Aziraphale’s alcohol. Got drunk enough that everything looked a little less painful, and made his way back up to the angel’s apartment to look through all his little things.

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Meepmeep. Here is a short but emotionally draining chapter! Enjoy, ya’ll. 🖤🥲

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[simp-ly-writes]

Meet the Doctor pt.6

Pairing: Stardew Valley Harvey x Reader

Summary: You and Harvey seem to keep bumping into one another, maybe fate has a plan for the two of you, or maybe you just need some good ol' medical services for your clumsy self.

Warnings: N/A.

A/N: here's a treat you you guys, posted earlier than scheduled from all the wonderful messages I have been receiving!

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Meet the Doctor Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) (pt.6) (pt.7) (pt.8) (pt.9) (pt.10) you are here

Waking up suddenly to your rooster calling out the sun, you end up rolling off your couch and slamming your head against the coffee table. Make that three headaches this morning, you said to yourself. With number one being your new forming bruise, two- your hangover, and three- you still had no flipping pumpkin seeds. Groaning you made your way over to the bathroom in a zombie like manner to freshen yourself up for the day.

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One quick run over to the general store, and a heated discussion with the owner over yesterday's heartbreak; your backpack was stockpiled with the formidable pumpkin seeds alongside some other seeds for the later half of the month. 

Making your way out the door and back home, you stop and contemplate going to Elliot's beach house in order to return your jacket from last night. Being lost in your internal monologue, you don’t realise a certain doctor coming out the door of a clinic and onto the cobblestone street. 

Bumping into one another, Harvey holds your frame steady against his until you gain your bearing once more. Looking up at him over your large straw hat, you thank him greatly, getting slightly lost in his chocolate covered eyes as the wind lightly sweeps through his hair, flower petals falling off the trees and getting carried through the wind paint a picturesque background as you both stare at one another.

You begin to start a sentence as does he. Being the gentleman you’ve known him to be so far, he insist you to go first and you ask him how he’s been, soon one question turns into a few sentences, and a few sentences into a full conversation while following him into a nearby park where you both sit upon a bench underneath the flowering tree and talk through the morning.

A leaf petal soon falls into your hair as Harvey moves his hand to brush it out of your way, wincing at the contact, Harvey pauses automatically and looks more closely- noticing your bruise from this morning's incident. Eyes going wide, you see his hand begin to move your hair away as he takes in the full yet overall minimal damage to your complexion. 

Going into full doctor mode, Harvey walks you back to the clinic and into an all too familiar room with medical posters lining the walls and a plant facing you as you take a seat upon the table. He quickly cleans the area with eased precision and gives you a small pack of ice to nurse your head with. He comforts you with kind words throughout the session as you find out more about the Doctor. 

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Making your way out of the appointment room, you pass Maru in the hallway, giving her a smile and waving hello, you carry your way through the hall and out the front door. Not noticing as her eyes follow you out and trail towards the slightly opened door down the fall where Harvey begins to clean up the supplies. 

By the time you come back home, it is reaching late afternoon once more, yet this time a smile rolls easily across your face, back untense as you think fondly of your time underneath the tree on that park bench. Hours later you finish up the work on the farm and begin to tinker on a sprinkler design that you have been working on with Demetruis and Robin. 

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The next morning rolls around and it's reaching the end of the week. This morning you brew two cups of coffee and back a few extra muffins in a carrying container as you head out the door, feeding your house and letting out the chickens in the meanwhile. Thankfully it had rained late last night so your crops were freshly watered for the day.

Making your way into town and down the street, you made your way into the clinic- its blinds still closed to the public. There you saw Harvey and Maru chatting at the front desk, a few papers spread across the surface as they both rubbed their apparent under eyes. You held up your morning offerings with pride and in that moment you swore that the Doctor looked like he would kiss you, and a large part of you hoped that to be true.

But it would be against your better judgement, you had just met the man this week and here you were already imagining kissing your Doctor. Hell, you still had to return Elliots jacket! Yet you enjoyed this moment and sipped coffee with the two of them, not noticing the certain glint in Maru’s eyes as you interacted with her superior and from that moment on, you decided to come in every morning that you could, coffee and baked goods in hand as tensions at the clinic slightly grew every day. 

To be continued.

Meet the Doctor Series (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) (pt.6) (pt.7) (pt.8) (pt.9) (pt.10) you are here

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