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[delfiore]

—LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO.

pairing: leah williamson x reader

synopsis: a collection of private moments from a relationship between two public figures.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: IMPLICIT SMUT

a/n: this fic was proudly sponsored by hozier’s entire discography and my need to get a gf

SEQUEL: DO YOU THINK I HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU?

ONE. As It Was.

As it always was, London was raining when you came home.

The pitter-patter of the rain hitting the window panes reminded you of childhood, when it was autumn and smelled like the earth, and burying yourself in the piles of dry leaves in the backyard was like swimming in the clouds.

The rain reminded you of love and hot cocoa and scented candles.

The apartment was bathed in an orange hue from the three candles placed neatly on the coffee table when you dragged your suitcase inside. You could still hear the rain when you saw the way her eyes lit up and felt her heart pressed against yours.

You let yourself smile like it was the easiest thing in the world; because it was. You were home because you were with her.

TWO. Eat Your Young.

“Babe! What d’you want for dinner?” You heard her call from the living room.

You had just finished a chapter from your book. “Eh . . . pasta?”

“We already had pasta last night, love.”

“More pasta?” You smiled sheepishly, seeing the way she rolled her eyes but went along with your idea.

To her, there was never anything she could have the heart to deny you from, especially now that she had you back after having lent you to your work for so long.

You were supposed to be halfway across the world filming your new movie. It was only because of the writer’s strike, an unforeseen event, that gave you back to her. You had flown back from a shoot to be there for her in the days after she ruptured her ACL and when she had her surgery, but she found herself missing you the moment you left for work again.

Music played softly from the speaker on the kitchen counter as you chopped the cherry tomatoes while she boiled the noodles since that was the only thing you were okay with her doing without burning the entire building down.

“Remember to let the water boil first,” you said without turning around.

“I did,” she whined, her words trailing longer than necessary if she was telling the truth.

You stopped chopping and glanced behind your shoulder with a deadpan. “Leah.”

The water was clearly not bubbling, and yet the poor rigatoni noodles were already dunked in the pot.

“I’m sorry, I forgot again,” the girl smiled sheepishly.

You rolled your eyes at her and shook your head as she sidled up behind you with her arms around your waist.

You could never grow tired of being held in her arms like this, the warmth created by her chest pressing up against your back, and the anticipation of her timid kisses against your neck. The knife in your hand had long been set down in fear of injury by your trembling hands. Your footballer always liked to tease you until you had no choice but to submit.

“Am I forgiven?” Her voice was husky in your ear.

You were quick to regain your composure before you turned around. “Depends on if those noodles are edible or not.”

“Or we could just ditch dinner and eat each other instead.”

“Cute,” you grinned and pressed your lips against hers. You heard the slightest whimper when you gathered her bottom lip with your teeth and lightly tugged on it. “Needs some seasoning. Otherwise, good enough.”

“That’s what I meant, obviously.”

In the end, the pasta was long forgotten, and you had to order a pizza instead because, by the time she was done, you could barely walk to the other side of the kitchen.

THREE. I, Carrion (Icarian).

You had always been uncomfortable with silence. It was why you brought your speaker everywhere, why you preferred the city over the countryside, why you always felt the need to fill the silence in a room with conversation where there were other people. To you, silence meant a weapon, a way of waging war without actually doing it—the cowardice of dishonesty. So any chance you had to snuff out a glimpse of it, you did. Most of the time, though, the only war waged was the one you did to yourself in your mind.

But whenever you are with her, none of those threats present themselves. She has made silence enjoyable and something you wish you had learned to appreciate earlier, not fear it.

She had put on a movie for the both of you to watch on the couch. You usually felt the need to provide commentary were you with friends, but you were content with enjoying the movie in silence, occasionally looking over to your blonde lover to admire her on the other end of the couch. Your left leg was currently stretched across the cushions, as Leah gave you a foot massage whilst watching the movie.

Sometimes she didn’t feel real, like it was all a sick and twisted dream waiting to drop you on your head when you wake up. But it never did, because every time you reached for her, she was always there; even when you were timezones apart, she would find a way to be there for you in spirit.

“Babe, watch the movie. I like this one,” she spoke, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“I feel like it should be me giving you a foot massage,” you said, lifting your chin towards her healing knee.

“Nah. You were the one sitting on a 12-hour flight to get back here,” she put pressure in the center of your foot.

With your arm on the backrest, you lifted it to brush the tips of your fingers against her hair, inching closer toward the skin on her neck. She noticed, of course, and sent a cheeky grin your way.

Your lover smiled and laughed like a child does. You loved it whenever she showed her teeth when she smiled, stripping down the front of the stoic and reliable captain of European champions that she had to be. You hated that she always lifted others up, yet put so much pressure on herself. You wished that she would be selfish sometimes, for when you weren’t there to pick up the pieces.

You never fared well, being away from her for long, which was why when she pulled you towards her and closed the distance between the two of you on the couch, you obliged.

“I love you,” she whispered after pressing a slow kiss on your lips.

With a lovesick sigh, you caressed her cheek and repeated her words. You loved the way her blue eyes narrowed watching you when you were so close to her face. The movie was running on the TV, but the only one you wanted to watch was her. You’d have to rewind it later.

FOUR. To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe).

There was a simplicity in all of it. This aspect of your life that, amidst the chaos and complications and unfairness in the world, was just that. Love. It was simple, it was sweet, it was yours.

It reminded you of a quote you read once: “He is half of my soul, as the poets say.” If anyone asked you why you loved her, you wouldn’t be able to answer. It would simply be that because she was she, and you were you.

Maybe Zeus never intended for soulmates to find each other. He was the one who split them up in the first place because he knew they would be impossible to part if the two halves merged.

She is half of your soul, as the poets say.

There was something so transcending about loving someone, and having it reciprocated. Every part of it; the good, the bad, the ugly. But you wanted all of it. You wanted to experience everything with her, because she was half of your soul, and it was the only way you could ever feel close to whole again before Zeus split you into two.

Your lover was panting quietly on top of you, her golden hair falling over her face like a lion’s mane. Her eyes fluttered close, her lips parted, her skin was hot to the touch. You watched, seeing the slightest shift in her face as she pulled your legs to her chest, the friction of her rocking slowly turning palpable as it fell into a rhythm. You would hold onto her, your fingers pressing down to create temporary craters into her skin, treading lightly, not wanting to disturb her pleasure, like a lone astronaut exploring a rogue planet.

You sighed contentedly hearing her quiet whines, an indication of an impending release. Your lover has never been loud, like she was saving everything she was feeling for you like everything would only be contained in these four walls, only for the both of you to share.

At some point, she had mumbled something and leaned down to flip you on your front. Even while her movements were restricted by her healing knee, she still liked to be as rough as she could, and you liked it, when she was always so sweet and gentle out of bed. It made you feel wanted, the way she pinned you to the bed and pressed herself against you, the way she intertwined your fingers and coaxed you through your high and kissed you until your lips were bruised and pulsating.

She made you feel wanted, even after you both had given each other euphoria, her frantic kisses to your skin always managed to elicit short giggles out of you. You would whisper in her ear after she had rolled over, the bedsheet warm and damp where she lay, holding her lean body close to yours, just like before Zeus had split you in half.

You are half of her soul, as the poets say, and unless a primordial god physically grabbed you by the waist and tore you away from your soulmate, you would stay here, one moment after another, until infinity. After that, you’d wake up the next morning and do it all over again.

FIVE. Wasteland, Baby!

Your lover was a light sleeper. You had discovered that within the first few months of dating. The way she stirred awake was not dissimilar to how a fussy baby wakes up at the slightest of noises. Usually, she would be quite grumpy as well.

Your circadian rhythm looked more like arrhythmia with the jet lag you were experiencing, in addition to the irregular hours you slept due to having to adjust for filming. Which was why you were in the living room, reading, so your tossing and turning wouldn’t disturb her sleep.

Once again, whenever you were with her, the silence didn’t bother you. Not when you were bathed in her scent wearing her sweater and the premise of her resting a room away from you.

It was around two in the morning when you heard the bedroom door open and close, and the sound of quiet feet shuffling on the floor.

“Hey, you. Why are you awake?” You asked gently, extending a hand out to her.

“I woke up to use the bathroom and you weren’t there,” her bottom lip jutted out like it always did when she wanted your attention.

You stifled a giggle and a coo at how adorable a 26-year-old woman could be. “I just thought I’d leave you be since I couldn’t sleep.”

Without prompting, your lover made herself comfortable on the couch and snuggled into your side. “You’re wearing my jumper.”

You continued reading with one hand while the other rested on her head, and stroking it lightly. “Yeah, found it lying around.” You placed a short kiss on her hair.

“I love this, Y/N,” she said, her words nearly unintelligible from mumbling into the fabric of your sweatshirt. “I made a Pinterest board the other day for our future home.”

“Ooh, tell me more.”

“I’d like to live in the countryside somewhere, with like a farm. It’ll be a cottage with vines all over the walls and everything, wooden kitchen set, a sunroom.”

“I can see that,” you said, “what about the city? You ever dreamed of living in New York? Paris? Hong Kong?”

“I’d feel like a fish out of water. I can barely stomach London. You’d been to all those places.”

You have, but nowhere felt like home unless you were with her. You could make a home in Antarctica if she was there with you.

“All of them are overrated anyway.” You hummed. “I like it wherever I’m with you.”

Her nose crinkled whenever you’d say cheesy stuff like that. You never knew how much those words made her heart skip a beat, as she buried her face in your neck.

“I realized as I said it,” you scrunched your face too.

“Working with Wes Anderson made you a sap now, hasn’t it?” She quite enjoyed this side of you. “It’s fine. I like it.”

Sleep found her again shortly after. In the morning, she woke with a sore back, but her heart was full, realizing she had been tangled in your arms all night.

SIX. Swan Upon Leda.

To know pain; the kind of pain that cuts through your flesh and leaves you bleeding dry. A stinging sensation that soon turns into agonizing hellfire and the knowing that there are several more spirals of hell still waiting to make you bleed. It was to witness someone who was half of your soul be in pain whilst you were powerless against the evil, and all you could do was pray that it would spare your soulmate and take you instead.

Your hand clasped around hers like iron chains, rubbing her back soothingly, as if the warmth from the back might manifest in her front and assuage the pain. She lay on the bathroom floor, her breathing slow and hard, like she was grappling with the evil that, by the looks of it, was winning. Clutching the heating pad to her stomach, her only lifeline, she curled away from you and into herself even further.

“Love, let’s move you to the bedroom where you can lay comfortably, yeah?” You asked gently.

She huffed and grunted. “Can’t move. Hurts.”

Your lover, your Lioness, Queen of Europe, falling apart by an invisible evil, immobilizing her like a wounded deer. The coldness of the tiles couldn’t have helped, but she couldn’t move.

Spare her. Give me the pain instead.

You leaned down, lowering yourself slowly to the cold, until you were flat on the floor too. Gently, you pulled her to turn to face you. Your Lioness was clenching her jaw, a vein splitting her forehead from how hard she was trying to pretend it didn’t bother her.

And it stung even more when she let out a choked sob.

Then she said with a trembling sigh, “Don’t want you to see me like this.”

Her face was stained with streaks of silent tears, a sign of the raging battle she had to endure for years finally getting the best of her. But the evil had never seen the best of her; she reserved it all for you.

“Oh, baby.” Your hand came up to cup her face, the frame that held the entire world.

It didn’t matter that your lover was curled up on the bathroom floor, she was still your bravest girl, your strongest soldier, and your fiercest Lioness.

“You’re the strongest person I know,” you said sincerely, “and I’m not leaving you, not now, not ever.”

Your lover beamed tearfully like sunshine in the rain and clung herself onto you.

Young love was the thing of fairytales. You would never claim to have it all figured out, but if what you had wasn’t love, you didn’t know the half of anything.

SEVEN. Like Real People Do.

As serious as your lover made herself out to be, she was the biggest goof on the planet the moment a drop of alcohol entered her system. Never acted out of line, never said anything that she’d regret in the morning, just the rowdiest thing that considered waving her arms in the air while wobbling back and forth dancing. It made a spectacular scene to watch, especially whenever she was with her best friend, whom you had to thank for bringing her into your life.

Even the people in her life who knew her as responsible and trustworthy would be concerned at this entirely different side to her, to which you only waved them off with a laugh, and said, “She’ll be fine.”

She would always be because she always had you to take care of her.

“Water, babe?” She knew to listen to you and chugged the whole thing in one breath.

“Come dance with me?” She offered when the DJ slowed the music.

She looked too good not to, so you took her hand and followed her to the dance floor. Once there, she wrapped her arms around your waist and pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Come closer. You smell so good.”

You laughed. “Creep.”

“This is our song,” she chuckled.

The familiar melody elicited distant memories of shy ‘hello’s and stolen glances, her best friend pushing her towards you, and her keeping your number on the phone all night until she finally gathered the courage to press on it.

It was the first song on every playlist you sent each other, like a stamp, a greeting, a confession.

It was the song that played when it was just the two of you alone after she became her country’s pride and joy.

“I remember,” you said, brushing a strand of her hair back from her blue eyes, dazed ones that looked at you like you held the world in your hands. “I thought you’d be more confident, just from seeing how you are on the pitch. It was very endearing.”

“I was nervous, okay?” She groaned, laughing quietly. “I didn’t wanna embarrass myself in front of a movie star.”

“I’m glad you asked me to dance, even though—”

“I’m shit at dancing, yeah.”

You giggled, and bumped her nose. “I feel so lucky to have you in my life.”

She was swaying you back and forth, humming to the song gently, a far cry from the first time you had asked her to dance, and she panicked and said her legs were made for football and not dancing.

“I’m still shit at dancing,” she chuckled.

“I don’t care,” you shook your head. “I still love you.”

“Even if I’ve got two left feet?”

“Mmhm.”

She grinned and kissed you, inhaling deeply. “I can feel Alex taking pictures of us—Yup, her phone is out and it’s pointing at us. Very subtle, Alex.” You laughed when you turned around to see your lover already flipping the bird at her best friend.

“We do have her to thank for getting us to meet.”

“That’s ‘cause she beat me to it first. I would have found a way to you.”

“You didn’t even know me then, babe.”

“Yeah, but I’d still find my way to you.” She was giggling because you had pulled a face. “What? It’s true.”

Leah loved deeply, and boldly. You made her feel special like she was the only person in the world. You also made her feel ordinary, like she wasn’t the face of a nation and only any other stranger walking down the street. Inside the little bubble you were both in, you were just Leah and Y/N, two people in love.

The song had come to its end, and yet she still hadn’t let you go. Three little words sat on the tip of both of your tongues. You pressed a kiss to her lips first. She kissed you back, on the lips, then on the neck softly.

I love you.

I love you.

What you didn’t know was that she planned to make you a promise of forever, with a ring hidden in a drawer waiting at home.

Simple. Sweet. Ours.

EIGHT. De Selby (Part 1).

“Lee?”

“Hm?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“Mate, honestly like—“

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[knoxic]

A kiss may ruin a human life.

Oscar Wilde

-Masterlist- part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

wc: 3k

warnings: usual cm things? angst, Aaron being horny again but I doubt that's an issue

a/n: I actually wrote smut in this part but it got so big I had to cut off lmao

Time passed strangely.

The car ride to the station was weird and silent, the elevator was too small, a couple officers looked at you weirdly but you never felt more relieved to be in a police station as you were now. Missing person records were scattered all over the place, set up specifically for your team, the door to the room the BAU had been using was left open, the round table in the middle was surrounded by maps and pictures of possible suspects.

"Oh, hello!" so focused on getting away from Aaron you had failed to realize Derek was watching you since you stepped out of the elevator, "What took you so long, honey?"

"Look who's talking, you are always at least 10 minutes late."

"That's because I got things to do" he smirked and even dared a wink "But you... Are always on time, I got curious that's all."

Opting to answer with a slight slap on his muscled arm, you left him and went to search for some coffee, the constant change in emotions left you dizzy with a foggy brain, your stomach grumbling did not help.

The embarrassing noise it made reminding you that those peanuts you ate for dinner are not actually meant to fill your stomach. Coffee was already being brewed despite not having many officers working this late, you supposed it was probably one of your teammates. There were some packages of food next to an old box of pizza and some napkins, nasty.

A sudden husky voice from the entrance door echoed inside the small room, the speed in which you lifted your head made your tense neck hurt.

"JJ is getting us something to eat, well, something better than..." with 'better' he meant healthier, there was barely any food in there and the only things that were edible did not really seem edible. With a hand gesture he pointed to the package in your hand, to be honest you had picked it up just to try and figure out what it was, not exactly meaning to eat it.

"Good, she always knows what we want." throwing the package back to where it sat before, you leaned on the counter trying to look unaffected, over the years you had mastered the art of having no facial expression, yet, you couldn't hide from the person standing in front of you.

...

He noticed the way you stepped out of the elevator, your head being held high even if your mind seemed to be elsewhere, the minute you two spent side by side in that tiny space seemed to have made your confidence slip. Heading to the meeting room to see Dave he walked past you and Morgan talking, he couldn't hear what was said before but the smirk on Derek's face told him enough-

"That's because I got things to do." spoke that teasing voice he was so familiarized with, making him stop, "But you... Are always on time, I got curious that's all." turning back, he saw the way you glared at the guy, tired and unfocused but with a hint of the flame that always showed when you were being teased, your mouth opened and closed but no words came out, your hand raising slowly to give the man's arm a weak slap, making your way around Derek your feet dragged you towards the kitchen.

His heart felt lighter and his lungs could finally take a deep breath. He knew the relationship you maintained with the team was at maximum, friendship. You were strictly professional and barely ever laughed at the dumb jokes and acts Derek and Emily pulled, holding back your own dumb remarks for an off work time, he had caught a glimpse of it once. At the time he wasn't aware how deep in he was for you so it didn't really affect him the way you threw you body at Emily from laughing too hard, or the way Derek always kept his hands on you, a simple trick to make people think you were unavailable and to keep creepy men away from you, he used that with Garcia too. Unfortunately for Aaron, it worked so well that it even kept himself away from you.

Following you was a decision his heart made and his mind didn't argue with. After what happened tonight he could use some caffeine to keep himself sane, the words you two exchanged seemed to have been said yesterday and not 45 minutes ago.

His phone, which he had found strangely under his go bag, now tucked into his left pocket buzzed twice, the walk to the kitchen was rather small so he stopped to check the messages. Both of them being from JJ and he could already guess what they said.

"Hotch!"

'Don't let anyone eat yet, I'll get us something.' paired with a winking emoji. Good, he didn't think anyone would eat the food here anyway.

He was wrong.

Seeing you with a 'snack' on your hand made his eyebrows go up and the sides of his mouth pull down, you wouldn't... "JJ is getting us something to eat, well, something better than..." his mouth worked fast, you hadn't acknowledged his presence, the slip on your expression when you looked up made him cringe at himself, you looked frightened before staring at him like a blank wall.

He heard your voice and saw your mouth moving but paid no attention to what was being said. He was focused on the way your body leaned on the counter and the way you tried so hard to keep a straight face.

Not knowing what he was supposed to say, he only nodded and walked over to the coffee machine right beside you. Grabbing two cups and filling them without saying anything, you kept watching him, he was close enough that his arm brushed yours a couple times.

"Did you talk to Rossi yet?" your voice was almost a whisper.

"No, not yet." he pushed one of the cups in your direction before mirroring your position against the counter. "Did Derek say anything?" he couldn't stop himself from asking.

"About the case?" he nodded. "No."

"What did he say then?" Oh my god, Aaron.

You laughed, a sarcastic laugh with no actual humor behind.

"Why would I tell you?" you grabbed the cup and left the kitchen.

...

"We thought he was only taking girls, right? But we were wrong, I asked Garcia to take a look at other bodies found in the area because I was sure I had seen something similar. Two young boys were taken a few weeks ago, few days in between and were found dead after three days too. I had seen their pictures and something clicked. The unsub has a type! People who look innocent and small, in general someone who look defenseless you know?" He took some time to place all of the victims pictures on the table.

"We profiled that he was impulsive," his messy hair and fumbling fingers made him look like a crazy magician. "But actually, he's extremely cautious and calculated." his rambling went on for what felt like hours.

"Reid!"

"Sorry, Hotch!" he took a deep breath, "What I'm trying to say is, he's smart. He plans everything twice before acting. He chooses the victims based on their relationship with their partners, all of them had abusive boyfriends, one of the boys was married to a woman twenty years older than him, not that age means anything! But they apparently started dating when he had just turned eighteen..."

"How did we not see that they were all in a abusive relationship?" Emily sounded surprised because normally, relationships is one of the first things to be checked.

"We did." Aaron sighed. "But toxic relationships are unfortunately common enough that we just... ignored it."

"So, what do we do now?" you asked. On the way to the police station you were excited to hear what Spence had figured out, now feeling what was about to come did not ease your anxiety.

"I think some of us are going to have a date tomorrow" damn Dave and his teasing.

"Fortunately not me." Emily said while raising both hands, "I flirted with a psycho last time, I deserve a little break."

"All of them had dark hair..." You could see how JJ was relieved, she was almost always pretty much like the victims, blonde and innocent looking.

"I am too old."

"Oh, now you think you're old?"

"Don't push it, Emily." Dave rolled his eyes before turning to you. "I think you should go, you look innocent and young, dark haired and small."

"Ok, I'll go. Who am I dating?"

"I could go." bless Emily.

"I thought you were taking a break? I'll go, I'm strong and intimidating." Derek ignored her.

"Yeah I think you'd be good at it, considering you basically gaslight all your girlfriends into breaking up with you." Emily laughed.

Aaron was strangely quiet. after you walked into the room and stood behind a chair, he had taken a place right beside you. If you didn't profile people for a living, you'd think nothing of it, but you knew he did it for a deeper reason. Everybody knew you two were sharing a room, and everyone had the tendency to stand close to whoever they roomed with, you two were no different. If he chose a place far away from you like he wanted to, it would be too obvious something had happened.

"I think it's funny how none of us considered Reid." You said. "Maybe we could ask that rookie to help?" you could hear a sigh coming from your side right after the words left your mouth.

"He almost cried when Dave gave him a lesson on how to handle the victims parents, you think he can play your toxic boyfriend?" His voice was slightly raised and the word 'boyfriend' had a mocking tone. From where you were looking at him you could also see Emily and JJ exchanging a look. "I'll do it." Nobody questioned him.

The next couple hours were spent planning and then you two were being sent back to the hotel. In a few hours, after the sun came up, you would probably be going out to pick some clothes, and after that you'd be rehearsing your role. While Aaron would be acting like a complete asshole, you couldn't help but feel some butterflies in your stomach. Fake dating Aaron Hotchner was the closest you'd be to the real thing and if it wasn't for a mission, you would certainly be making the most of it.

When you got inside the room the first thing you did was take your sneakers off and find the shorts you were wearing earlier, going straight to the bathroom to change. You brushed your teeth again and went back intending to ignore Aaron, unfortunately for you, he was sitting on your bed facing the bathroom.

"Can we talk?"

"Now you want to talk? Now?" You weren't yelling, yet.

"Listen, tomorrow it's going to be just me and you alone, I thought it would be best if we talk now."

"I actually think the opposite." you walked to your bed and threw your clothes above your bag, there'll be time to fold it later. "You are going to act like an asshole anyway so if we just continue like this you won't have to pretend." you were now facing him from the end of the bed, he was still in the same position but his neck was bent in a weird way to look at you.

"What do you mean I won't have to pretend?" he raised his voice and turned a leg to rest above the bed. "You actually think I would be like all those fucking idiots?"

"No, I'm just saying it would be easier to not have to pretend this fucking awkward thing between us." if he was raising his voice then you could too, and you did.

"How do you expect me to treat you poorly when I know we're already on bad terms?"

"Aaron, you already did treat me poorly, and in front of everyone! You doubted my profile skills, you questioned my methods in front of other officers, you brushed off my theories so many times even when everyone believed them... You have been toxic, playing a toxic boyfriend won't be so hard for you."

He didn't know you felt that way, he always thought so highly of you that sometimes he felt like he needed to brush a few things off. He got lost.

"I didn't know you felt that way."

"Why would you?" he didn't answer. "You realize the BAU is not a normal unit right?" Now he looked like he was expecting you to finish talking, "Normally, we do have to trust each other and have a certain connection, but we don't always get treated like family. Sometimes we don't even like some coworkers, for a couple units I've been in we didn't even talk outside work. The BAU makes you feel special, like you actually add something to the team that no one else has. You are a big part of the team, and a big part of why I felt special... but for a while now you make me feel like I'm fucking dumb and useless."

From and outsiders perspective, you two looked broken.

"I am so sorry you felt that way."

There wasn't any answer from you, your arms were crossed tightly over your chest. Your eyes weren't meeting his but from what he could see they were teary too.

"I always trusted you, to the point where Dave asked if I was giving you special treatment on purpose. I wasn't. You have always been a good agent and an even better profiler. Your work is impeccable but as a unit chief I couldn't give you the treatment I would like to give. At some point I got scared that I would slip and compliment you too much, when we first started interacting outside work I noticed how much I actually liked you as a friend, and I had to put a stop to it before it got too far. Except I was late and went too far, I liked you too much already and I didn't know how to stop being so nice to you so I just started pushing you away. So many stories from Derek breaking up with his girlfriends gave me an idea and I hated having to do that, always hated hearing him tell me how he manipulated them just so he wouldn't be the bad boyfriend, but it worked. I see now I should've never done that and I am so sorry I made you feel the way you felt."

"Feel."

"Sorry?"

"Feel. You said felt but I still feel."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, thanks."

There was this weird silence in the room, not as weird as the other ones were but still uncomfortable.

"This is probably not the best time to say this but-"

"Oh my god! What are you doing? We finally communicated!" you groaned while dropping your head into your hands.

"-I think I'm in love with you..."

"What the hell happened with 'not sure we should act on it' bullshit you pulled out earlier?" you were sure you two would've woken the people sleeping on the rooms close to yours, thankfully they were all too busy working in a police department now.

"We acted on it anyway! We're not fucking but we acted like a married couple fighting today!" and the 'not fucking' part also contributes. He stood up but didn't get any closer to you.

"And whose fault is that?"

"What? What did I do?"

"Aaron, what the fuck? First you told me you liked me and then you just brushed me off when I said I liked you back. You didn't let me leave the room and pulled a move like I was a teenager and you were the parent taking my phone off, then later you just pretended nothing happened but looked so fucking jealous that I talked to Derek."

"Okay, it's my fault! I'm sorry, but I already told you, I like you and Derek is a fucking threat to anyone!"

"I told you I like you back, you idiot! Derek is not a threat for you!"

"What did you call me?"

"Idiot. Is that the only thing you paid attention to?"

"No..."

Oh my god...

"Are you-" no way.

"Yeah..." he whispered.

"You liked being called idiot?"

He was hard. His left hand making a move to adjust his pants, a tent making itself bigger. He looked embarrassed, his cheeks were getting red and he couldn't look you in the eye.

"No, I like you."

"You can't just do this, you know?" your head was pounding and you raised a hand to apply pressure with your thumb and index finger to both sides of it. In merely a few hours you had gone through so many emotions and now you could even feel a certain warmth on your lower belly. "You make me confused."

"I am sorry and I want to fix it." he was stepping closer to you now, "Please, let me?"

"I'm not confused in a sexual way, I find you extremely hot and all that. I'm confused in a way that I need you to explain your actions and feelings because I feel like there's more to it than you told me." your eyes were still closed and you only opened them when you felt his hands touching both of your arms.

"I will, I promise. But I can't handle this anymore."

"Aaron..."

His toes were touching yours from how close he had gotten, his hands kept moving up and down your arms, occasionally squeezing your flesh. He was so close, his touches warmed up your skin, his ragged breath fanned your face. You couldn't, you shouldn't... But he was so tempting and you were tired of holding back.

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[wolven91]

Aliens Be Thirsty

Peter was just about to close up when the door’s bell jingled. He stopped sweeping the floor and without looking back, moved to get behind the counter again. The pizza shop was popular at the weekends, but during the week, like tonight, usually rendered it rather quiet. 

Despite humanity’s scattering across the stars, the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Thankfully they were at least popular wherever they went. Perhaps too popular at times.

Before he was even at the register, he began ‘the spiel’. 

“Welcome to Skinny’s Pizza, how can I-” His words died on his lips as he finally looked up at his new customer. 

A blue Draconid stood on the other side of the counter. This alone wouldn’t cause the human to pause, it was the incredibly, ridiculously so, skimpy outfit that the woman wore that drew the human up short. Her top hung off one shoulder, and whilst draconians had no breasts or nipples, the exposed chest felt lewd, it stopped at her midriff exposing her toned abs with an absence of a belly button. The skirt she wore was barely long enough to cover her hips, but the tiny string of her underwear looped over her hips, above the waist revealing the hint of a bright colours.

“..How can I help you this evening?” He finished resigned to his apparent fate, his exhaustion leaving him numb. Peter was too tired for this. It had been a long day, he’d walked into his shift to a child projectile vomiting into the waiting area and his day just hadn’t gone much better than that. Between his colleagues being useless and customers being horrible, he wasn’t in the mood for one last customer messing with him. 

“Oh, you can help me humie…” She said in a husky tone, leaning forwards against the counter. She seemed to be ‘pressing’ her chest together despite her not having anything to create cleavage. 

“I want your meat… I mean.. Your meat feast pizza…” She asked, rather haltingly. 

Peter blinked slowly before looking down and dutifully ringing her up.

“That’ll be 5 credits please.” 

She made a show of patting herself down, running her hands along her muscled chest, down over her stomach and patted at her rear. She finished her ‘search’ for her money with a sheepish grin and a performative shrug.

“Oh no! I’ve left my wallet at home…”

“That's fine, I can cancel your order now, we haven’t started cooking it yet.”

“Oh no no, I need something to eat, maybe I can give you something in return?”

“If it’s not 5 credits, then no thanks.”

“Oh but I’m in your debt now…”

All the while saying this over and over, she was laying herself more and more onto his recently nice clean counter that he would now need to wipe down. 

Again. 

This was not making his life any easier. 

Peter could feel his eyelid beginning to twitch as he had to resist the urge to just shove her bodily off his, what now was no longer a nice clean counter.

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #haso #hfy #humans are space orcs #draconian #human x alien #human x scalie

[silent-stories]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘

Summary: Early in the morning, you get a text from a friend who needs help with a hunt, but Dean doesn't seem to be letting you out of bed.

Pairing: Dean × F!Reader

Warnings: just some fluff

Word count: 761

You were snuggled up in the blankets, warm, next to Dean, when the sound of the phone on the bedside table made you wake up.

You noticed that the first lights of the day were filtering through the motel window, illuminating the room with different shades of red and orange, so it must have been early morning.

Reluctantly, you reached out, pulling your arm out from under the blanket and you grabbed the phone.

On the screen you read a text sent by a friend of yours asking you to meet because she needed help with a hunt.

You snorted. You loved your friend and you didn't want her to get hurt hunting alone but you and Dean had just solved a case and you had hoped to spend a few quiet days only with him.

You felt Dean, next to you, starting to move.

"What's happening?" He asked with a husky and sleepy voice, raising his head slightly and rubbing one eye with the back of his hand.

His hair went in all directions making him look like a hedgehog and a smile formed on your lips.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked again.

"Because you're cute." You said. "But I got a text from a friend, I gotta go, she needs me on a hunt."

You were about to get up and get out of bed but he wrapped his arm around your waist and you fell back on the mattress.

"Dean, c'mon." You laughed.

"You're not going anywhere." He said as he pushed you against his body and your legs got entangled.

Instinctively, you rested your head on his chest, even though you knew you should have gotten out of bed. He slowly ran his warm hand up and down your back.

"Dean." You said again.

"Stay, it's too early." He muttered as he left a kiss in your hair. "Please."

That "please" almost convinced you, he soundend just like a little kid.

"I'm so sorry De, but she needs me. I have to go." You said as his arm still held you against his body.

"What about me?" He answered moving a lock of hair that had fallen on your face and placing it behind your ear. "I need you too."

"Dean." You muttered as you left a short but tender kiss on his lips. "If you keep acting like that, I'll never leave this room."

"That was the idea." He chuckled as he slowly wrapped the blanket better around your shoulders.

You sighed, enjoying the feeling of Dean's arms around your waist for a few seconds, listening to his heartbeat.

"I really should go." You murmured.

"Or you can text back your friend saying you can't go and then you can stay." He replied, his hand still running up and down your back.

"Dean..." You tried to convince him, even though the exact opposite was happening.

"Stay." He whispered. "We can stay here all day, in bed, the blanket around us and watch some stupid TV show."

"I ..." You tried to interrupt him, but he continued.

"Then we'll order a pizza or whatever you want and we will eat it here and we will go back to cuddle. You'll wear one of my t-shirts because you say you're more comfortable in it and I'll tell you you can keep it, because it looks better on you than on me. We can just stay. Because it's been days, if not months, that we haven't spent some time together, just the two of us, that is not when we're fighting a werewolf, burning bones in a graveyard, or stiching up eachother's wounds." He said.

It sounded nice, you had to admit it.

"What do you think about it, sweetheart?" He asked, you could hear the hope in his voice.

You knew you had to get out of that damn bed, you had to wash your face, put on your jacket and your boots, get your gun and your knives, get out of the motel, go hunting and... fuck.

You just couldn't say no to Dean. You couldn't say no to a day spent doing normal things with Dean, forgetting for a few hours that the monsters out there didn't exist.

"I think I'll stay." You muttered as a smile formed on Dean's lips and he left a kiss on your forehead.

"Good." He said simply.

You wrapped your arms around his torso.

"Good." You whispered back, placing your head better on his chest that you were still using as a pillow.

And you stayed.

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[phonkscribes]

Hello! If you're still taking requests, do you think you can write the Sparda guys with a chubby s/o?

I can certainly write this dear Anon.

The More to Love The Dante, Vergil, & Nero with a chubby S/O.

Dante

He likes to eat a lot, in fact, eating whole pizzas by himself is something that he does regularly, much to everyone else's dislike. He's glad he has someone to try out different things with, like if there's a new pizza combo he can get at his favorite spot, he'll want to share it with them if he doesn't inhale it all himself. He wants them to eat unabashedly just as he does, and will always make sure that they're taken care of. One thing that Dante wouldn't want is for them to hold back out of fear of their weight turning him away when that wouldn't be the case at all. He loves that they're a little husky, leaving more for him to hug and hold when he has the time to between jobs and such. Dante likes the way they squirm in his hands when he massages or pinches their belly or the fat on the sides of their hips. God, it's so cute... he could just eat them up.

The cambion likes to tease and poke their chub when he can, doing it in passing when walking by or trying to get their attention.

"Hey cupcake, whatcha up to? Aww, is somebody mad?", he'll reach up to pinch their cheeks next, chuckling as they pout at him.

He loves to tease, it's just who he is, but if it ever bugs or rubs his honey the wrong way he'll knock it off. Holding his hands up in his defense to go "Alright, alright" in a dismissive tone, even if he does well to not push them any further. If they ever want to lose weight, he'll be a bit sad, but will support his partner however he can.

Vergil

He's not well acquainted with others who are shaped like them, and he doesn't really mind that his S/O is chubby. He just thinks that his partner being softer than what he's used to is intriguing. They're body just has extra nutrients stored within it for later use, if anything that's smart. He isn't a big eater, not like his brother, so when he has a little more on his plate than what he can finish he hands it off to them. He likes watching them eat, and he likes to provide them with the things that they like to eat even more. Watching them light up when he hands them the plate fills his heart with mirth, a certain satisfaction that he didn't think he could feel. He takes it as an opportunity to see what they like and what they dislike, making note of their comfort foods and etc.

He also finds them pleasant to embrace, liking to lay over them and to rest his head on their chest. The added warmth is nice, especially since he tends to run cold. The son of Sparda enjoys to cuddle with his S/O and will pointedly glare at anyone that tries to get him up from his lover's arms. It's even more foolish to try to insult them for their body. If he was hostile while laying with them, he will lash out in his own way against someone that tries to frame their plumpness as being a bad thing. Vergil won't tolerate it, not one bit.

Nero

The devil hunter's favorite thing to do is to hug his S/O from behind, wrapping his arms around their trunk and pulling them towards himself. He likes to feel the way they laugh in his hold and how they move and try to escape his little kisses. He won't admit it, but he likes the way they feel in his grasp. Their pudge is soft against his toned arms from the training to follow in his uncle's footsteps, and he's happy to see them so full of life. Nero might poke fun of his S/O here and there, but it's nothing serious. He'd prefer them to have a little meat on their bones anyhow or not worry about how much they eat. He finds it endearing and a little fun to watch how well they enjoy the foods that Kyrie makes when he visits her or happens to make a pit stop at a restaurant with them.

He's super observant of their diet and makes sure to have a snack or two on hand in case they get hungry or peckish. Nero looks out for his S/O and makes sure that they're healthy and taken care of above all else. If anyone says anything to them, he's the first to step up and get in their face.

"What'd you say to them? Come on, why don't you say that again?", he'd growl. Draping an arm around their shoulder while telling the jackass to flock off if they know what's good for 'em.

He'll be damned if there's anyone who tries to make them feel bad about their size or weight. As someone who also struggled with his own image, he gets it and knows what it's like to be afraid or worry about how others might perceive them. Regardless, Nero assures them that he'll love them no matter what.

#phonk scribes #your letter has been received #dmc imagines #dmc x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader #nero x reader #[ you can tell whos my favorite /j ] #[ i wouldve done V and Grandpa himself if it wasnt just another variation of what i had already written for Nero and Vergil ] #[ maybe i'll come back to his and add them in some day ] #[ like always. enjoy! ]

[androgynousblackbox]

Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 13 [Radioapple, Appleradio]

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqazV4hbu8E The song that Anthony refers to.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmcQTfyziUI The lullaby that Alastor plays for Charlie.]

"Who is ready for some pizza rolls? I know you are, baby, sorry to keep you waiting.

I will see what else we have around here… Oh, Alastor, you had some pasta too."

"Niffty wanted to make some crafts with it and forgot about it. Cook all that you want, darling."

"So… Not to question the radio man with the weird ass radio powers that us mere mortals can't even begind to understand, but is there any reason why there was blasting of that romantic music just now? It just was so loud that we heard it up to here."

"I have no idea what you mean. Must have been the radio doing that automatically while I was having a shower. Nobody cares to hear about that, of course."

"Mmmm, is that so? Are you sure you weren't intending to hide anything more interesting than that? You know, I just can't help to notice that you and Luci suddenly look a lot more relaxed now.

Hah, there it is, that static sound thingy! I recognize that shit from your broadcast! That is a yes then! Holy shit, you waste no time. Hey, I don't blame you for that either, considering the circunstances.

Care to share some details?"

"Do you always need to do that thing with your mouth that you call talking?"

"I mean, I can do other things with it, but I suppose someone else has that role covered."

"Did you happen to forget who I am?"

"Oh, I remember. You are the guy who shook hands with Husky to keep both of us safe until this shit is over if we brought you these two. So you can threaten all you like, I know you can't do shit about it, babe.

Don't take it so personal, smiley face. This is just a little bit of payback for my grandpa.

And my own satisfaction too. Who is the top and who is the bottom? Come on, don't you think your listeners are dying to know? Did you got on your knees or…?"

"Husker, control your companion."

"I am not doing shit for you anymore. And I wouldn't do it either even if we weren't on this mess. Anthony can do whatever he wants."

"Thanks, hon. I knew there was a reason I let you get to third base on the first date."

"But I also want to make note that hearing about the sex life of this shithead is the last thing I want to do, so I am not engaging on this conversation at all."

"Boo, you are no fun.

Hey, Alie, want to hear about our first date? I, unlike other people, can be very generous with details."

"I suppose it must be easy to be generous when it comes to something that nobody cares about anyway."

"You will be surprised."

"Daddy."

"Yes, my little princess? The food will be ready on a bit. Are you hungry?"

"When are we going back home?"

"I… Honey, we… uh…"

"Soon enough, dear. You saw all that fog out there. It's truly dangerous to get outside while it's up so we all must stay here until it clears."

"Are you coming with us too, Alie?"

"Of course. I am getting out of here with you at the same time. I wouldn't want it any other way.

Take it from me, Charlie dear. Doesn't matter how much you love your job, nothing beats getting back home at the end of the day."

"But we are all together now so we can make it fun here too!"

"Indeed, that is very true, little one. But before that we should get you some actual food. You poor thing must not have eaten anything since this morning. I can hear that tummy rumbling from here."

"No, you can't! Don't lie, Alie!"

"Well, I am at least. Maybe I confused my rumbling with yours.

What was that, Lucifer darling? Do you need help with the plates? Don't mind if I do. How about you are a responsible girl and clear the table before lunch, dear? Anthony can help you out.

Since he is not doing anything at all except eating my chocolate."

"Mmm? I mean, sure, no problem.

Let's put all your crayons on their boxes and nevermind, your dogs just ate them all."

"Dazzle and Razzle can't eat, but can have my things inside of them. Want to see me opening their belly? I think I have some candy in there…"

"H-hey, Al, thank you for… I don't know what happened, I just froze there."

"Don't mentioned it. In my line work it is convenient to quickly think things to talk about on the fly. A minute of unnecesary silence is the dead of radio so I have to avoid it at all cost. Nobody wants to tune in just to hear the static."

"I don't know, I am starting to get used to it. It's kinda cute how you only do that when you get flustered or nervous about something.

I didn't understand it at first, but once I started to pay attention as to when it happened it became so obvious.

I mean it as a compliment, Al."

"It's not like I can control it either, so I am glad at least someone likes it."

"And the music?"

"What about the music?"

"The music during the shows. Was that also you or you didn't really control that?"

"Apparently it was all me. But I am myself just now realizing that."

"I liked them. That song that sounded when you talked about our first date I heard it all the time in the office."

"Well, then, if you ever happened to have a petition…"

"CAN I HAVE THE DUCKTALES SONG?!

Please, Alie, I want the ducktales song!"

"It's a show that she likes. But it's kinda modern so I don't know if… Oh, you can do that."

"If it was ever transmitted through radio waves, it's mine for the taking now."

"What a weirdly especific and useless power is that."

"Is that what you think, Husker?"

"Did…

Did you just…

Did you really just used a fart noise for when I sat down? What are you, twelve?!"

"Me? I didn't do anything at all. It must be the age catching up to you, old friend. That is what a bunch of donuts will do to you."

"I DON'T EVEN LIKE DONUTS THAT MUCH!"

"You don't?!

Aah!

Were you ordering all those donuts as a excuse to talk to me?!

Aww, Husky!"

"Can we change the subject already?!"

"What a real party pooper, right, Charlie?"

"Alright, enough toilet humor in front of the food now. Careful, these ones are hot. These ones I took out first so they cool down and my Charlie can take them no problem."

"Thanks, papa!"

"Everything for you, baby. Do you want more juice?"

"Yes, please."

"Here you go. Is it good?"

"Mmm!"

"Huh. You were right, Lucifer. Food do taste better when we are togehter.

Minus some unexpected guests."

"Did you say anything? I couldn't hear you over the sound of the huge favor we did for you! Risking our lives and all, but no biggie! You are welcome by the way!"

"That is a good point.

Thank you.

Even if it was also on your best self interest, I appreciate what you did."

"Oh! I didn't actually think you would say that. You are… actually welcome?

Husky, it's weird when he is nice."

"Right?"

"Alie is always nice to me and papa."

"Was he nice when he dumped your papa?

Uuh, sorry, I don't know why I said that.

That is not my business at all. Forget I said anything."

"No, no, it's fair. Small town, everyone is going to talk, I understand.

I did hurt Lucifer, that was my fault. I did apologize for it and plan to make ammends the best way I can while we are here. I am sorry."

"I-it's okay.

Don't get me wrong, it sucked. A lot. But… of everything that could be happening today, I am glad this is happening."

"Papa is like a tomato!"

"Or a lovely apple."

"You shut up. And you, little missy, are too honest for your own good."

"No, papa, no tickles!"

"Yes, tickles! You have to learn to not make certain comments about your elders! Are you going to learn your manners now?"

"No!"

"Are you going to be a delinquent now? My little danger ducking?"

"Yes! Danger duckling is cool!"

"Oh, Alastor, what happened to my sweet little girl? If only she were here to enjoy the cookies I found on the counter and happened to be her favorites…. I guess they will go to waste now, how awful…"

"Wait, no, I want cookies, papa! I can be danger duckling and also nice!"

"Mmm. Well, if someone can manage that, I suppose it could be my Charlie. I just need to eat your cheeks to be sure and see if you are still nice. Nom nom nom."

"Papa is silly!"

"No, you are silly."

"You are silly!"

"You are the silliest baby girl that has ever existed and that is final."

"Can Alie be silly too?"

"He was born silly, sweetie."

"Yay!"

"I think I am going to fucking vomit."

"Oh shush you, Husky. It's nice. Wish I had a dad like that growing up."

"Well, since everyone is done, let me pick up the plates. I think there is some ice cream on the…"

"Alastor?"

"Wow, what the fuck is up with the lights? Should they do that?

Should his eyes do that exorcist shit?"

"Alastor.

Honey."

"The last listener is gone.

The generators were activated.

We should have… a few hours left."

"Welp. That blows. Fuck."

"There is an empty room that used to be an office on the second floor at the end of the hallway. If you want… privacy, it's there. Just lock the door."

"Papa? What is happening?"

"Uh…"

"Darling. Breath."

"D-didn't.

Didn't you hear, sweetie?

Alastor said that we will just have to stay here a few more hours. Then we can go home. How about after eating you and I go take a nap? The couch on Alastor's studio can be turned into a bed."

"Does it? I didn't know that.

You mean I slept under a desk when I could have used a real bed all along.

Wonderful."

"Well, honey, there is a little thing known as the internet that might have helped you out there with that one. They come on this little convenient things called cellphone that regular people use! I know! Weird but true!

What do you say, sweetie? You must be so tired after today."

"Mmm, a little."

"Then that is what we will do.

Still want to eat the cookies? Yes? Then you can have those. You were about to say something about ice cream on the fridge, Alastor?"

"Yes. Yes, I think I have some left.

Rosie left it the last time. Chocolate with strawberry."

"Can I have too?"

"Didn't you say you weren't a sweet kind of guy?"

"I changed my mind. Stuff happened and now I want ice cream. Is that a crime?"

"Husker?"

"I am good. Enjoy yourselves. Kiddo.

It was nice meeting you. Your dad is a good guy.

I… um… I hope this town treated you well. All things considered."

"It did.

All things considered.

Thank you… for your service.

I will have a bit of those chocolate brandy, though."

"Be my guest, shorty."

"And you, Alastor?"

"I am fine. I don't actually think eating anything else would do me any good right now."

"Are you getting sick?"

"Darling."

"Oh. Sorry, stupid question."

"It's okay. I just hope you all enjoyed it."

"Serve me all chocolate, radio man. And a ton of adult juice on top. Perfect.

Let's go, Husky."

"You are going already?"

"Yep. No offense to any of you, but I want to spend whatever hours we have left with my boyfriend. And I know you are the same.

If there is another side at the end of this, I wouldn't mind meeting you all there.

I am sorry I don't have anything better than that.

Good luck or whatever."

"Papa, the cookies, the cookies!"

"Of course, honey. You have been a good girl so… good girls can have ice cream and cookies as dessert.

Is it good?"

"It's the best, daddy! Thank you, Alie!"

"You are very much welcome, Charlie."

"Can we have this as dessert tomorrow too?"

"Of course, dear. Anything you want.

Ready, love?"

"I guess so. Let's go put you to bed, sweetie.

You wouldn't have any covers or blankets around here?"

"I didn't know I had a bed so, no. But I have a long coat that could work just as well.

There we go. It should be nice and cozy enough"

"Tired, baby?"

"Yeah.

Can Alie put some nice music to sleep?"

"Sure.

This is a spanish lullaby. I don't understand a word of it but it sounds nice, doesn't it? Do you like it, Charlie?"

"Yeh. It's pretty."

"Take a rest, sweetie. We will be right here with you."

"Mmm."

"Are you sleeping, darling?"

"No. I don't think I can.

Alastor.

I missed you a lot."

"I love you."

"You realize it's the first time you say it, right? Of course you would save it for the literal last moment. Bastard."

"Yes."

"You are so emotionally constipated that is unreal."

"Mmm."

"And I never asked it either, did you notice?

Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you are so terrible pretending that you don't.

The fact you think you were ever slick is the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life.

You are like a wet slug pretending that it's a dry rock.

Leaving your trail of love everywhere and then acting as if it isn't there.

Everyone could see it.

That is why I never asked you to.

Even your friend Rosie asked me one time when was the wedding."

"When it would have happen?"

"What?"

"The wedding. When you would have liked having it?"

"Really? You want to talk about that now?"

"Why not?

You can offer other subject if you want."

"I don't know.

Maybe Autumn. Not too old, not too cold. We could have walked down the aisle with the cracking of leaves in a nice open space."

"That sounds lovely.

To tell you the truth I never thought of a wedding.

I just thought you would always be there. Right at my side. We would grow up old and raise Charlie together. It would just happen. Naturally. There was no other way.

Even as I knew it couldn't be."

"With you killing on the side and trying not to stain my floor with the blood of your victims?"

"Darling, I never stained not even my own floors. Please, have a little more faith in me."

"Oh, sorry that I am not familiarized with your way of killing people. How rude of me to think it could get messy sometimes."

"Apology accepted."

"Jackass."

"And you want to marry that jackass. What does that say about you?"

"That I have bad taste in men?"

"Perhaps.

I on the other hand find my own taste impeccable."

"Do you have any idea how irritating that is?

You say shit that are annoying one second and the next say the smoothest thing. I hate it."

"No, you don't."

"No, I don't.

How are you holding up?"

"My vision is getting blurry. Oh."

"Your voice is… changing. It sounds like coming from an old radio. Is that bad? I don't know what it means."

"I think it means we have less time now."

"Charlie…"

"Let her sleep. Let it be nothing but a dream for her. Just a long blink."

"I know you said it wasn't going to hurt, but I am scared."

"Lucifer. If we ever see each other again, would you like to know about all of this? Would you like to remember me?"

"While you are another Alastor? In another world?"

"Y-yes."

"I… I think so. No, I would definitely would.

We had good moments. I would like to remember those. Do you think we could do that?"

"Give me your hand.

If we do ever see each other again, I will bring your memories of this life back to you.

But I will only do it if you touch my hand again."

"What is happening?"

"It's a deal?"

"I… yes."

"Then it's done.

Good night."

"Good night, Alastor."

#appleradio #radioapple #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #lucifer x alastor #huskerdust #i am hispanic and i am not afraid of abusing that right by inserting hispanic shit on everything i can #THIS IS NOT THE ENDING THERE IS STILL AN EPILOGUE AND I SWEAR IT'S HAPPY

[jungle-angel]

farmer’s market prompt, my beloved!! lmao could we possibly get 2, 18 and 19 with the floyd bunch, please? 🧡

Ooooooooh my God yes!!! My mouth is watering at the thought honey!!! (lol).

The smells of apples, cinnamon and pumpkin made your mouth water as you, Bob and the rest of the Daggers all worked at the stall, selling whatever had grown on the Floyd land along with a ton of baked goods that Bob's mother and grandmother had made. You hadn't eaten anything all day and still had a baby and two older children to feed which would most likely be sooner than later based on the way four month old Deidre, stirred in her little wicker sleeping basket under the counter.

"Baby?" Bob asked when he noticed you rubbing your temple. "You ok?"

"I need something to eat really badly or I'm gonna pass out," you told him.

Bob held up a finger, signaling for you to wait while he ran to the next stall over where Mr. and Mrs. Alessi were busy selling hot lunches, big pots of pasta smothered in marinara sauce, bowls of steaming hot wedding soup, grilled fish and meatballs that were as big as a fist.

"Hey Vinny," Bob greeted.

"Bobby! Bobby my boy!" the husky New Jersey man greeted cheerfully, kissing Bob's cheek. "Mio figlio, how are you?"

"Couldn't be better," Bob chuckled. "I came to see what was on the menu for today, we're starving over at our end."

"Ah you're in luck kiddo," Vinny told him. "Remember when you were a kid and you'd stop by the restaurant after school?"

How could he forget? Vinny Alessi had taught Bob everything he knew about the kitchen, second only to his own grandparents.

"I put it on the menu especially for you and (y/n)," Vinny told him, handing Bob two small boxes. "Made the Pizza Napoletana fresh this morning."

"Oh Vinny you're a lifesaver, I owe you," Bob told him.

"You don't owe me nothin," Vinny insisted with a wave of his hand. "Although, now that I think about it, I'll take some of your gram's and your ma's fresh apple donuts when you get a chance."

"Will do Vinny," Bob answered. "How many?"

"Baker's dozen if you can swing it," Vinny answered. "We've got the grandkids for the day and they haven't eaten either."

"I'll take two dollars off," Bob said. "That ok by you?"

"Perfect!" Vinny declared proudly. "You get on back over there. You're wifey's probably lookin for her lunch."

Bob bid Mr. Alessi farewell and returned with the lunches, the pizza fresh and steaming out of the little oven. While you ate yours, Bob packed up a little brown box full of apple cider donuts for Vinny, taking two dollars off the order as payment for lunch.

"You doin better baby?" Bob asked.

"Now that I've eaten I am," you answered.

The whimpers that came from your waking daughter signaled that it was lunchtime for her as well. "You mind taking over so I can go to the truck and feed her really quick?"

"Don't mind at all baby."

You gave him a quick kiss and thanking Bob before gathering your daughter and heading off to the truck to feed her. By the time you came back, Bob had a little plate of apple cider donuts and a mug full of hot, fresh cider waiting for you.

"Oh baby thank you so much," you said, placing your daughter back in her little basket.

"No worries my sweet," Bob said, kissing your lips.

You and Bob went about your day, selling the goods and bartering for others in return. You couldn't have imagined a better day than this and getting to spend it with the ones you loved the most.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #dagger squad #dagger squad fall prompts

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes & Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 18

Dean x Female Reader

A/N: We are this close to the ending y'all, please bare with me with this chapter. So much still needs to happen, I'm excited and saddened at the same time.🐞🥰

Side Note: Thank you bugsies for all the love and support, much, much love🥰🐞

Warnings: Fluff, anger, if theres anything else let me know...🐞🥰

No! babe, a little more to the right, okay no, wait stop, just a tiny bit more to the left. There that's perfect.

Dean collapse onto the couch he just moved for about the tenth time, if I knew, it was going to be so much work, moving in with you, I would've said let's life separately, even when we get married, he sighs.

Her eyes throwing darts, at him, folded arms, pouting her lips a bit, oh really Dean? There's the door!

Bursting out into laughter, Dean gets up, walking towards her, his eyes reflecting the lighting from the sunset, oh my  sweetheart, can't take a little joke now, he teased.

Crinkling her nose, I don't think it was funny, her lower lip trembling. Turning away from Dean walking towards the, rustic open plan kitchen.

Grabbing ahold of her arm, I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, his husky voice low, what's the matter, you seem a little emotional?

You were on the right track Dean, until you said I seem a little emotional, of course I'm damn emotional, I'm exhausted, dirty, and freaking hungry, so I'm going to fix dinner, shaking her arm out of his grip.

I didn't mean to say it that way, flinching at the look she gives him, you know what, I'm not going to say anything, until you get something to eat. Just one last thing babe, why don't you sit, I'll fix us something.

Her face brightens a little, really, she pouts

Yes, really sweetheart, laughing, leading her back to the sofa, you can be so dramatic!

Dean! not helping she warned.

I'm a brave man, I can take whatever attitude you throw at me, shouting from the kitchen. Hearing a giggle escaping her lips, makes him smile. Busy fixing them some ham and cheese sandwiches, he hums a Zeppelin song.

Okay sweetheart, this is going to be the best damn sandwiches ever, almost sliding across the wooden floor, placing the two plates on a make believe table, of a box titled, paintbrushes and other supplies. Baby? Turning to see, she's falling asleep on the sofa all curled up, her hair that was earlier tied up in a messy bun, now slightly loose, framing her angelic face, scouting for a throw or blanket to cover her up, mumbling underneath his breath, how blessed am I!

__________

The moving in weekend is finally over, and by Thursday, their little place looks like a home. She's unpacking the last of the kitchenware when she catches a glimpse of Dean in the corner of her eye. Babe something the wrong?

As a matter of fact there is, sweetheart, how am I suppose to go to work, when you look so hot, I can barely keep my eyes of off you? 

His smoky voice, filling her ears,  her cheeks a light rosy pink, and her lips forming a smile. Oh stop it, she mocked. 

I'm just telling you the honest truth, smirking now. Goodbye sweetheart, kissing her on the crown of her head, then stealing a quick deep kiss, before pulling himself away.

Bye Babe, be safe, I love you, her fruity voice filled with happiness.

Love you too, hearing him in the distance, makes her heart flutter. Is this what true happiness feels like she asked to no-one really.

_________

Hey babe, remember a few months ago, I told you about the case, I was working on, and the man who jumped in front of a bullet for me, when I was out of town, yeah I invited him for dinner or pizza, or something, it doesn't matter, I just want you meet him, hope its okay... the voicemail service cuts Dean off.

He laughs, why does she even have a cellphone, only she knows. Come on man, get in, gesturing to the car, I need  to introduce you to my fiancée, I have an idea she will love to get to know you, she has a big heart! I'm sure she'll set you up in the guest room, so you can stay the night.

Dean, I really don't want to impose, sounding more distant than the man intended.

Oh come on, you won't, get in, Dean demanded

The man takes Dean up on his offer, thank you, giving him a half smile.

On the drive over the two men talked about how much life changed since the last time they saw each other.

Life has a funny way of working out, with its curveballs and all, who would've thought that I Dean Winchester would be marrying a wonderful women.

When's the big day, the deep voice, heavy with accent interrupted him.

It is in two weeks, we didn't want a long engagement, his smile wrapping across his face.

Oh! Well congrats Dean, he expressed.

Thanks, we're here! Pulling into the driveway.

Its a lovely place you have here Dean, he replied.

Hearing Dean mumbling something, he catches a glimpse of a wind charm, hanging by the porch, filled with leaves and lady bugs. I used to know someone who loves those tiny creatures so much saying in a hushed tone.

Dean laugh's, I bet you no-one loves them more than my girl. Dean's phone ringing, breaks the conversation, before picking up, he gesture's to the man, he can enter the house so long, but he needs to take this call first.

Thanks, he hesitated. Stepping on the porch, admiring the rustic house, opening the screen door, he catches a glimpse of her, standing on a ladder, bare feet, a paint stained shirt, and shorts, her hair in a loose braid, singing Bon Jovi's It's my life while painting.

There it is again, the out of control beating of his heart, he lets out a sigh, contemplating if he should say hi, or run. Before even realizing he walked closer, standing almost at the ladder, she always had the power to overtake all his common sense, filling him with wonder.

The paint brush in her hand, drops to the floor, oh come on, shit, really, adjusting her footing, stepping miss on the first step, coming to a fall. He catches her, not uttering a single word.

Her wide eyes looks up into his sky blue eyes, shock on her face. Benny!!! She yelps.

Hello Darling, its good to see you, his smoky voice, low.

His arms still wrapped around her. W..what are you doing here she stutters.

Its a long story Darling, you look as beautiful as ever, trying to fight the urge to kiss her, his voice breathy.

As if she read his mind, she shy's away, loosening out of his grip. Concern on her face, her voice shaky, this can't be happening.

Darling I'm so sorry, Dean insisted, and in full honesty there was the slightest bit of hope in me, that the two of you didn't get back together, and that he was talking about someone else.

Benny!! I never told Dean your name, nor have I really said what happened between us, this is a disaster, a freaking disaster.

Your right, I don't know what I was thinking, Benny said faking a smile. Turning around, walking towards the door, he stops dead in his tracks, glancing over to her, his voice even lower and deeper than before, I am really glad your happy darling.

Before she could reply, Dean's voice filled with anger, rushed over them. What the hell is this Benny? Tossing the sketchpad against him, the note he kept in there flung across the room.

Dean, calm down, I don't want trouble, Benny's voice seemed calm but stern.

Shut up! Just.... Shut up, Dean's jaw tightened. His eyes darker than usual!

Look man! Benny begun. Before he could finish his sentence, Dean's fist met the side of his jaw, making him stumble a bit backwards, swiping the blood from his busted lip, before throwing his hands up in a defensive position. Just stop Dean your making a fool of yourself, his voice stern.

Get out, of my damn house, you are testing me, Dean shouted! Glaring at Benny, with pursed lips, you knew who I was along didn't you?

Benny wanted to reply to Dean, but got interrupted.

Stop it, just stop it, her voice filled with concern and fear. Her cheeks a flushed red and tearstained.

Both men looking at her, not saying a single word, until Dean cocks his head back to Benny, shouting, I will shoot you if you come near her again, she's mine!!!

Anger on her face, I'm not anyone's possession Dean, her pupils are blown and darker that he'd every seen. I'm not some object! Running out the door, stopping for a few seconds, glaring at both men, do not follow me and when I get home, you two children better start acting like the grown freaking men you are. Rushing to the car she gets in, speeding off.

The two angry men is left standing there, shock on there face, listening to the roaring of the impala's engine.

#spotify #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #jared padalecki #jensen ackles x reader #sam and dean #benny lafitte #castiel spn #dean winchester imagine #eileen leahy

[filthforfriends]

Chapter 5: Scared Enough

Authors Note (CW: substance abuse)

Previous chapters linked in my Masterlist

Word count: 4.6k

 The chauffeur observes you all too closely, pacing outside Dami’s dressing room. You're both waiting for him to do a final line of coke before leaving for the airport. Then he flushes everything down the toilet and scrubs out the pill case.

“Are you gonna be okay for another four hours?”

“Absolutely not. I’ll be lucky if this high lasts half an hour.”

“So what do you do on airplanes?”

“Drink and suffer.” He laughs at the face you make. “I deserve it, I did this to myself.” Dami keeps that smile plastered on, but it doesn’t reach his eyes anymore. He looks downward to hide it, awkwardly scuffing the end of his boot against the carpet. You sigh heavily, yearning for the right words, but being unable to find them.

“We have to leave now if we want a chance of making our flight.”

“Yeah.” Damiano essentially chain smokes all the way to the airport and refuses to eat, so you end up consuming half the pizza. He insists on carrying your bag while the valet checks his. On the walk to the gate, you trail behind Dami and tuck your hair under a beanie. Unfortunately sunglasses at night draw more attention, not less.

You make it with negative five minutes to spare; they’re already boarding business class. To avoid a disgruntled traveler filming the entitled rich couple cutting in line, you stand at the very back. The stewardess panics over the fact that first class passengers were the last to board. Damiano uses a bit of his magic to calm her and stop attracting curious glances.

“No complaints here, I promise.” He leans forward enough to just barely breach her personal space and lets his husky baritone take over. Dami has this ambiguous closed lip smile that's totally up to the eye of the beholder. Their interpretation reveals the victim’s motivations. This girl wants to fuck Dami, and you don’t blame her. In fact, she’s so taken that she can only manage a nod. 

Once out of earshot you murmur, “that poor girl.”

“What?” Damiano says under his breath.

“You know what.” He smirks and steps on to the plane. “Let's hope she doesn't fuck up some poor family’s travel itinerary while dickmatized.” Dami scoffs as he shoves your bag into the overhead compartment. 

“It’ll be fine,” he dismisses.

“Says the one without the screaming toddler and 15 hour layover.” This earns a chuckle and he gestures for you to take the window seat.

“Proximity to the bathroom is probably the best plan of action.”

“Stomach still upset?”

“I’m hoping that now it's the kind of upset that can be made better by food that way I can drink.’

“Charming. Maybe wait a bit?”

“Ah, but there's a method to this. You’ve got to start drinking preemptively, that way you’re already drunk when the time for alcohol consumption arrives.” You can tell by Dami’s delivery that he’s used this line at parties and it always landed well. When he sees your face, his confidence drifts away.

“While you're…away I’ll stop drinking, too. That way you have a sobriety buddy.”

“Mm, ‘buddy,’” he winces.

“Yes, ‘buddy.’ Until I’m confident you’re not gonna put your ass in a coma, again. And then some.” 

“Fair, that’s fair.” He puts his hands up in surrender. Damiano leans his head back against the seat and exhales heavily. The sound of the pilot's voice on the intercom makes him startle.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Out of habit you rub his leg, then realize that rubbing his arm is much more platonic, albeit awkward. You decide that the middle ground is petting his hair. The buzzcut is surprisingly soft under your fingers.

“Will you grow it out while you’re there?”

“Do you want me to?” He turns his head to look at you, eyebrow raised. Suddenly, making requests about his appearance has much more significance than it did a moment ago.

“Yes,” you answer timidly.

“Then I’ll grow it out.” It's the most tense airplane ride of your life. You’re trying to monitor how hard Damiano’s crashing, while realizing you have no actual experience with cocaine or withdrawals. What do you look for and how do you look for it without him noticing? One fact is abundantly clear, whether you catch his symptoms or not, there isn’t jack shit you can do about them. 

Soon after the plane has leveled out, he gets jumpy. A cough or the ding of the seatbelt light spook Dami so severely that he has to catch his breath. He starts craning  his neck, looking around at the rest of the plane. Eventually he leans all the way out into the aisle then snaps upright, gluing his back to the seat like he’d been caught doing something illegal.

“What is it?” you whisper.

“I feel like people are filming me.”

“Lets trade seats.” While switching places, you scan the plane for phones. Everyone in first class is laying down except for one woman reading an article on her computer. There's an opaque, closed curtain between first class and business class. The pattern is gaudy, mustard yellow and cobalt blue. Realistically, the only people that could film Dami were those walking up the currently empty aisle or fatigued stewardesses who would be fired for the transgression.

“No one's filming, you’re good. They’re mostly sleeping.” A bored flight attendant infers your concern and hangs a temporary privacy curtain on two small hooks. Damiano orders a mini charcuterie board and two shots of whiskey.

“They’re still filming me,” he hisses, slouching down in his chair. The plane is dark, so you search for the bright light of a camera flash and see nothing.

“Dam, I’m positive no one is filming. If they were, they couldn’t catch anything.” The flight attendant returns with his order and a payment terminal.

“Oh, and two bottles of water please.” You reach down for your purse, but Dami bats your hands away.

“I –”

“No. Do you want anything else?”

“I’m good.” He gives you a dirty look. “I ate your dinner on the drive to the airport.” Dami lets this slide and passes her his debit card. Already knowing that the beep is gonna make him jump, you take your hand in his and whisper, “gonna be a noise. Deep breath.” Dami keeps hold of your hand, even as the stewardess passes his card back, even as he puts it back in his wallet, even as he shoves his wallet into the pocket of his hoodie. Then he leans over and presses his forehead to your temple and all you can think is thank god he’ll be in a secure facility. Because nothing short of that could keep you from throwing your morals to the wind and rechristening your once shared bed.

“It was Aimee, the girl who’s roommate I started – I first did H with.”

“Thank you for telling me.”

“But I broke my promise,” his voice wavers, barely audible. “At first it was celebrating the new contract, but then I couldn’t stop. I thought I wouldn’t need any of it, once SME let up. Like I’d forced their hand and the drugs had just been a tool to get my way. I wasn’t an addict.” You push the armrest up, undo your seatbelt, and turn to hug him. “My quality of life is better, but I still needed all this shit to alter my perception so I could exist. In my mind it was strictly a causal relationship. That was fucking delusional.”

“No it wasn’t.” Damiano cries against the shoulder of your sweater and you rub his back.

“I’m so fucking scared,’ he confesses. “I thought I had control so it was like the floor disappearing out from under me. Months of rationalizations built on a lie and I was just falling and it still feels like I’m falling.”

“I’ve got you.”

“That fucking feeling is the reason I don’t go on rollercoasters and now I get to feel it all the time, how painfully ironic is that?”

“Fate has a really twisted sense of irony.”

“The world is punishing me and I deserve it.” You pull back and cup Dami’s colorless face in your hands.

“No you don’t,” you emphasize, brushing tears away with your thumbs. “Thinking you deserve pain, that's the reason it's so hard for you to quit, because you can’t bear to be alone with yourself. I love being alone with you. Dami, you are a beautiful person.” He kisses you, and really you shouldn’t have expected anything else. The responsible thing would be to pull away and gently reestablish a boundary, but you’ve been craving this so hard. Five seconds, that’s the amount of time you allow.

In those five seconds, you kiss back with equal vigor. The hands cupping Damiano’s face end up extended behind his head. With elbows out of the way, you can press your torso against his while Dami pulls you close, then closer still. His tongue has just found yours when times up. Unfortunately, you don’t have the discipline to wrench yourself away and instead pull back slowly. Damiano responds by trying to haul you into his lap, but you make a noise of dissent. There's a chaste goodbye kiss and a sexually-charged disentangling of bodies. 

“Sorry.”

“No, no, it's uh…” Not out of my system by any measurement.

“It’s just that, um –”

“Mhm”

“Sorry, what?”

“Oh, no sorry I didn’t –”

“No, you go first.”

“Saying anything.”

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything, sorry.”

“Oh..okay.”

“What were you saying?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like a second ago, you were saying something before I interrupted you.”

“Oh, I was just gonna say that…five months – well, it's almost been five months – is a lot of time.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Yeah…since the breakup.”

“Since we last made lo – the breakup. Since we made the break up.”

“Also since we last made love,” you smirk. You hold eye contact, just like you’ve been all day, but this time there's heat behind it. Damiano’s eyes fall to your lips and he leans in again. You hold up a hand to stop him while grimacing. 

“I’m sorry, this is my fault. I’ve been giving you mixed signals, acting like we’re still in a relationship physicality-wise while saying we have to keep our distance for now. I’m just so used to comforting you through touch and I have no idea where the line is to be honest.”

“Sometimes touch is the only thing that is comforting, especially yours.”

“I’m just a physically affectionate person, like I need human contact to feel grounded.”

“I know,” he empathizes emotionally.

“So I’m not good at this,” you admit. “But I wanna be, it’s just…” you sigh while staring at the 80s patterned carpet.

“What?”

“I think if we’re physical my body will forget that we’re broken up. My mind will know, but I think I’ll still feel heartbroken if you aren’t there.”

“Baby, no,” he coos.

“I can’t go through it again and still be the support you need me to be and that I want to be. The affection…for lack of a better word, withdrawals were…rough. But I don’t want to act like strangers either. Like this,” you lace your fingers together, “should be fine, right?”

“Yeah,” Damiano murmurs, but his eyes say so much more.

“So I just have to do my best to keep it at this.” You squeeze down simultaneously, all too easily falling into rhythm with each other. “And ignore the part of my brain that tells me to crawl into your lap, take off all my clothes, and give you a bath with my tongue.” Damiano’s eyes go wide and he blinks a couple times in quick succession. 

“Sorry, that was a little graphic.”

“Actually I’m mentally bookmarking that image for tomorrow afternoon.”

“That's when things will get ugly?” 

“Oh, yeah. I’ve never detoxed from H before, but they have medication to help with that.” He’s visibly nervous and sweating. Damiano opens the shot with one hand and his teeth, then knocks it back. You set a bottle of water on his tray in response. He drinks a quarter of that, which you're feeling good about until he takes the second shot.

“Eat something or you’ll make yourself sick.”

“I know,” he retorts, annoyed. To be fair, Damiano does know a lot more about substances and how they combine than you do. As he’s eating, Dami looks at the row behind us through the crack between the seats. Finally, you recognize it as paranoia.

“I’ll check for phones again, you just keep eating.” The woman on her computer is now working on a spreadsheet and the person directly behind Damiano is watching Casablanca on his phone. Definitely not the Maneskin demographic. Beyond first class, even more passengers are dozing and there's not a single flash from a phone camera. 

“Still no one.” The guy behind us is watching a movie in black and white, so I seriously doubt he knows who you are.” 

“Fine,” Dami concedes, still on edge. He orders two more shots and you haven’t seen him consume alcohol like this since he was a teenager. Sure, he’d have four drinks at an egregiously long event, but shots of crappy whiskey in quick succession was a different behavior entirely. He unclasps his hand and excuses himself to the bathroom. It’s so casual that you can’t ascertain why. When Damiano returns, he doesn’t take your hand again, so you pretend to be on your phone.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m all good.” If you weren’t broken up, you’d fling your legs over his lap and coax him to look at you. If you weren’t broken up, he’d stroke your hair and tuck it behind your ears. Then he’d massage the shell of your ear. If you weren’t broken up, you’d press your foreheads together and Dami would say everything he meant with his expression. Totally vulnerable, he’d confess his thoughts in a whisper, wrapping an arm around your waist. If you weren’t broken up, you’d know details he’d never disclose to anyone else. The emotional intimacy would throb with the beat of your heart. You’d become so accustomed to having your person, and the total vulnerability which accompanied that.  

But you were broken up, so you sat in silence. By the time the place descends, Dami is visibly uncomfortable in his own skin. He has no patience, glowering at the passengers around him. At first the lights coming on is the problem, then the ding of the seatbelt warning, then the way the pilot is descending.

“I need to be off this motherfucking plane,” he hisses. He yanks down the privacy curtain then complains how exposed first class is. You just listen to him and don’t comment. Luckily, the flight attendant allows the both of you off first. This time you carry your own bag until that pisses Dami off too and he lugs it over his shoulder with a scowl.

“I’m gonna take a piss,” he announces, when you arrive at baggage claim. You grab his hand and point to the family bathroom.

“Use that.”

“Why?” he bites. “Why can’t I use a normal fucking bathroom.” You scowl right back.

“Because I’m not a fucking idiot. Because you could ask someone for drugs, or sneak away, or refuse to get in the car. I am far too tired to deal with that shit.” He rolls his eyes, sighs loudly, and heeds your request. Five years of dealing with his mood swings had prepared you for this like none other.

The chauffeur finds you, then finds Dami’s bag, all while he’s still in the bathroom. Had he somehow gotten his hands on something? You’d been with him the whole time. After ten minutes you knock on the door.

“You alive?” He undoes the lock and you slip inside. Dami is bent over the sink with his face in his hands.

“I’m not gonna survive the drive there.” He takes a shaky breath in and sobs. “And I can’t detox from both simultaneously, so don’t fucking asking me to. I want to go home!” 

 “Damiano, in five months you have been hospitalized four times for your substance abuse. You’ve been in a coma. You’ve started taking two of the hardest drugs known to man. You’ve been one modicum of self-control away from doing crack. You’ve poisoned your body to the point that it can’t retain food or liquids. You are going to die.” He looks up in shock. “You are going to die unless you get sober and if I take you home with me, you are gonna do it in our apartment.” There's a long silence where Damiano opens and closes his mouth a couple times, then swallows hard.

“I’ve never experienced physical withdrawal symptoms like I’m about to. I’m…I’m not – I mean, I can’t.”

“You only have to do it once and this is the easiest it's ever gonna be. I know you’re brave enough.”

“You know fuck all!” he lashes out. “It’s not about bravery or some positive affirmation bullshit.”

“You’re right. I don’t understand and I know you hate me right now.”

“I don’t hate you,” he grumbles, standing upright. 

“What you’re feeling is a result of withdrawals. That doesn’t invalidate your emotions, it just means that this particular brand of shitty is very temporary.” Damiano nods and washes his face, beginning to regulate. “That also means that your perception is skewed. The world isn’t nearly as horrible as your brain chemistry is fooling you into believing.

“Okay,” he sniffs. Then he repeats himself with certainty. “Okay. I’m gonna do this. I’ll be okay.” On the walk to the car you trail behind him again, prepared to catch Damiano if he makes a run for it. Once everything is in the Sudan you relax, but Dami has his hands balled into fists as you turn out of the airport.

“Just 40 minutes” you remind him. “Less since there's no traffic right now.” 

“Partition, please,” Dami requests, creating privacy behind the tinted windows. Barely perceptible is the sound of a small motor as the driver rolls up the partition between himself and the backseat.

“You wanna lay down with your head on my lap?” He nods and undoes the seatbelt, curling his body to fit in the small space. As soon as your hand makes contact, Dami begins crying. For the first time in a long time, he allows himself to be exposed, to be truly seen. It's the part of him that used to ask for French braids. He’d never actually wear them in public, but loved the sensation. It was the part of him  that got genuinely nervous about you enjoying a family recipe. The part that could relax and receive when you fingered him with two digits.The part that lay with Princess on his bare chest because he liked the way her fur felt.

“I don’t want to be alone with myself,” Dami confesses. “I can’t remember the last time I liked that person. Fuck, I’m starting to hate my own stage persona.”

“Front men are supposed to be obnoxious to non-fans. If you were likable to the previous generation of rock listeners, you wouldn’t be rock and roll.” 

“Maybe I’m a shitty musician.”

“Someone could justify that statement about most rockstars.” 

“Every tour, every album, every new fucking setlist, I watch the power trio get more talented and I just say the same.”

“That’s objectively not true, but I know I can’t convince you of that today.”

“I should take vocal lessons.”

“That’s not a bad idea.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” Suddenly he’s abrasive.

“Because it will make you feel more productive and more confident. It could also help the longevity of your voice.”

“Oh.” He settles and allows you to stroke his head. “Why is it so quiet?” he gripes.

“Could you roll down the partition and hand me the aux, please?” Leaning over to dig your phone out of your purse also results in Dami getting a face full of your boobs. He seems to be in better spirits afterwards.

“This band is called Snowy Dunes. It’s bluesy hard rock, I think you’ll really like it.”

‘“That's not what I’ve been listening to lately, but sure.”

“Crotchety old man.” Damiano does, in fact, keep his head on your lap the whole way there. There’s two fences, the first with an attendant and the second with an intercom. The security level seems to pacify Dami.

“Just stay in the car, please. I’ll get it,” he says to the valet. You hop out as he pulls his suitcase from the trunk. It’s the very beginning of dawn, when the world is painted in a deep blue light and the birds start to chirp. The facility is just as beautiful as you expected, well manicured trees barely visible and a grand entrance with double doors. The care idles, red taillights ominously hitting the octagon cement tiles. You take Dami’s hand and walk him inside.

“And I thought the other places I’ve been to were nice,” he murmurs.

“Remember that you put yourself on the waiting list three months ago.” He chuckles, before speaking on another intercom.Theres a clicking sound and the left door opens automatically.

“Hey there, we only keep this entrance locked at night,” is the first thing a staff member says. “Are you Damiano?”

“Uh, yeah.” He looks at you, almost overwhelmed with the urge to run.

“I’m y/n, I spoke with you earlier.” You drag him inside and use your free hand to greet someone in a white uniform.

“A little apprehension is normal. Or a lot.”

“Where’s your bathroom?” he asks curtly. 

“Right through here,” responds who you now assume to be an orderly. He leads Dami around a corner and follows him inside.

“Hi there, would you mind if I ask you a couple questions?” A newly appeared nurse seats herself behind a counter on the other side of the hall. The lights were almost as low inside as they were outside.

“Oh, uh yeah! Sorry, I didn’t see you there. And uh, he doesn’t have anything on him. We just traveled through two of the biggest airports in Europe. His stomach has just been upset from y’know…”

“Right, of course,” she responds with genuine sympathy. Now you feel better about leaving him here. “I’ll say goodbye and get out of your hair as soon as he’s back.”

“What's your relationship to Damiano?”

“Well, I was his girlfriend for five and a half years.”

“Woah, five years is a lot in your early twenties.”

“Yeah…but we broke up, because of the…addiction issues. Plus the fame makes things…it makes them complicated.” What you really meant is that global popularity is so intrusive that vital aspects of a relationship go unattended because there's simply no room. She nods like this is something they see daily.

“Do you know what he’s taken in the past 24 hours?”

“Cocaine, uh alcohol, and maybe heroin, I don’t know. He smokes weed and rolled tobacco, plus normal cigarettes.” There's not an ounce of surprise or judgment. She enters the information into the computer like it's the weather report.

“Crack cocaine?”

“No.”

“Okay.” The clicks of the laptop seem loud, but maybe that's because the world around you is so silent.

“He only started using heroin regularly three weeks ago. I don’t know if that matters.” You feel defensive of Dami, then like an dumbass because you were standing in rehab for fuck’s sake. Anxious, you look over your shoulder.

“Do you know when the last time he used heroin was?”

“No.”

“Do you know how he’s ingesting it?”

“No.”

“And do you know what type of heroin he’s using?”

“Um, no. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” she reassures. “We’re just happy to have a little extra information if you’re able to provide it. Do you know when he last ingested cocaine?”

“Four hours ago.”

“Alright. Do you have payment information? It looks like his intake fee has already been paid.”

“Yeah, that was me.” While you were dating, Damiano paid rent and you paid utilities. It was far from equatable, but you made a lot less and he insisted. Post breakup, you found out that a spacious apartment in Rome with private parking was even more exorbitantly priced than he’d led you to believe. So you’d called your landlord to clarify a move out date and were informed that in addition to taking himself off the lease as agreed, he’d paid out the two year contract in its entirety. If you were to move out, the remainder of the money would be yours. 

Subsequently, you decided to stay in that absolutely gorgeous apartment, right up until you needed the money for something. After thoroughly guilt tripping your landlord, he gave you half of the remaining lease payment, which you used for application fees and to eventually secure a spot at rehab for Dami. It was, after all, a totally ridiculous amount for him to essentially give you, with no way of rejecting or returning it.

“I’m not sure if his label is gonna pay directly or reimburse him or what.”

“Alright, so I’ll just collect that information later.” She looks up from her computer screen. “The important thing is that you got him here.” You bite the inside of your lip to suppress the urge to cry. No doubt you were gonna end up lying in a pool of your own tears and snot later today, but if you started now saying goodbye would be very ugly.

“How much pain is he gonna be in?” Before she can answer, there's two sets of footsteps behind you.

“No windows?”

“Not ones that I could reach.”

“If you were the proper height for a basketball player…”

“Oh, shut up,” he jokes (mostly). “So which one of you is gonna tear apart all my belongings like a racoon in a dumpster?”

“Damiano!” You’re laughing too hard to reprimand him, as are the two staff members.

“They’re gonna throw out my 70€ shampoo!”

“You don’t have hair!”

“That’s true,” he smiles, rubbing his buzz cut. This was so like him, rallying at the end so you could leave in good spirits. He was trying to spare you some anguish. It also meant he’d decided to commit.

“We actually have storage lockers for this very reason. Once we feel confident, you can have your shampoo back,” reassures the nurse. “Do you have a form of ID you can show me?”

“Uh, yeah.” His voice wavers ever so slightly. Next he signs a release to provide treatment.

“Looks like you’re all checked in,” she announces in a cheery voice. It's your cue to leave. Both staff members find a reason to look away so you have a moment of semi-privacy. It becomes apparent that your tears won’t wait for a more convenient moment. So you hug him to give yourself a tiny bit of grace to wrangle your emotions. 

“Are you crying?”

“Yes.” The hug isn’t platonic at all, with your arms thrown around his neck and his dangerously low on your back. Body to body, standing with your feet between Dami’s, any closeness that can be acceptably achieved in public has been.

“I’m so angry with the world that you have to deal with this and I’m –” You take a steadying deep breath. “I’m so fucking proud of you and for facing it an – and grateful.”

“Even though it scares me shitless?”

“Especially because it scares you shitless.”

“I love you.” He whispers it right in your ear and kisses your temple

“I love you, too,” you hiccup.

“Give Princess a kiss for me.” He pulls away, takes a step back, then another, and he’s gone without ever meeting your eyes. Seeing as they have actual patients to care for, you drag yourself back to the SUV. Then you cry so hard that the chauffeur stops at his brother’s gelato shop on the way home. 

Notes: Well if it isn't some more nice, light reading from your gal FilthforFriends!

@surelyfreedombound @shinshans @lonnybunnys @davianos-blog @hauntedpostpersona @lizzylynch1 @kammerstx @harryssshouseee @slavicgoddess13 @persona1read1ng @katyldamusic @whore4damia @the-chaotic-cow @icarodamiano @gr8rainbowpunk @elvirabelle @bright-shiningstar @maneslut @stardustingold @little-moonbeam-666 @que--sera--sera @ami--gami

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[ashleywool]

HTDIO x H*R quotes, part 3

[Context for newbies: How to Dance in Ohio. Homestar Runner. Author is an autistic elder millennial who was in the original Broadway cast of the former, and is a regular degular superfan of the latter. Tumblr is for niche content.]

Jessica: Isn’t that like going to the prom with your dad? Marideth: And we’ve all been there, right gals?

Drew: Drew, did you make the best omelet ever during the commercial break? I sure did.

[answering the phone at Paws & Claws, too nervous to comprehend they’re using the wrong social script] Mel: Ma’am. Please calm down. Your CD tray is not a cupholder. I cannot help you clear your browser cache. No, I’m not in India.

[trying to find new places he might like to eat in Michigan] Drew: Pizza belongs in a triangle.

[after being grounded for crashing his brother’s truck] Tommy: Sitting on the couch is zero amounts of fun when there’s not a TV or hang-glider in front of it.

[asking Reddit for tech advice after content mysteriously disappeared from their phone] Remy: Back up my files? Are you kidding? Is that…a real thing that you have to do? I always thought that was like, y’know, a figure of speech.

[after the interview, re: Rick Jenkins] Ashley: Ugh, I feel like I need a chemical shower after talking to that guy. Do we have an emergency eyewash station?

[coaching Jessica on asking Tommy out] Caroline: We’re on a collision course with sultriness.

Marideth: [vocal stimming] TER-ti-A-ry.

Amy: Mommy’s got a grown-up headache, Drewby. Why don’t you take the boat out for a while?

Jessica: Ooh, my husky head commands a pretty penny. This’ll bring home a few months’ worth of bacon.

Tommy: Now, it is my intention to sit down and play video games for several hours.

[“Reincarnation,” but Mel is high] Ashley: No job, no apartment, no college degree—please God, in my next life, can I be someone other than me? Mel: You gots to look inside yourself. Positate the negative. When life throws pies at you, you make yourself a tall, cool glass of piemonade.

[having an anxiety attack while unable to get in touch with Jessica] Caroline: You can’t be dead! You’re my best friend and concubine! Oh, I should really look up what that word meeeeeans!

[trying to explain his midlife crisis logic to his own therapist] Dr. Amigo: No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no. It’s like this: The ransom money becomes the new retirement money. And the retirement money becomes the new college fund. And the college fund…eh, we blow on a really tricked-out van.

#how to dance in ohio #htdio #homestar runner #strong bad

[superprincecool]

(via Husky eating pizza - Flatware Set Sticker by Abdo-JR10)

#findyourthing #redbubble #husky #pizza #lover #i love dog #i love cat #pizza day #italian #eating #eat #husky love pizza #pets #girl

[elzdaizy]

Come Back Home (Part 2 of Domesticated Freak) 

Eddie Munson

Warning: 18+, smut and fluff

Masterlist

Recommended song to listen to whilst reading is Coming Home by Leon Bridges

While Eddie is out of town, you pick up several extra shifts at the hospital to keep busy. Doubles, graveyards, early mornings and late nights. Any way to draw your mind away from missing him and feeling empty in your own home. You long for him the most after midnight, walking along the halls of your house and dragging your fingertips across the white walls. 

You’re becoming familiar with every creak the floorboards make and you’re careful to avoid them as you wander through the house, becoming accustomed with your new surroundings. The patterned curtains stay drawn in an effort to remind you of your safety when it’s so dark outside that the only view your windows provide is your own reflection. You haven’t spoken to him since he kissed you at the end of your driveway before climbing into a cab and disappearing down the street. 

It’s been five days and you’re starting to think you don’t remember the way his voice sounds anymore. Normally you would have tried to contact him several times by now, but he forgot to leave his hotel information or itinerary because he set off in such a rush. You’re dying to hear his gravelly voice, his cheeky remarks, his laughs. His praises, his consoling, his declarations of love. 

You have become so accustomed to Eddie cooking all of your meals that your pathetic attempts at healthy dinners make you pout and mope before giving in and deciding that it won’t kill you to eat nothing but pizza for a few days. 

Red wine helps you fall asleep, but it doesn’t help keep you there. So when you’re buried deep into your balmy sheets in the middle of the night and Ozzy barks once, twice, then three times you’re groaning and whining before rubbing your eyes. 

Your voice is husky, “Ozzy.” You’re crawling to the end of the bed and putting your hand on his fur. He’s sitting up and resting his bottom on his back haunches, he glances over his shoulder at you before looking back at your cracked bedroom door. “Baby, stop.” He’s growling in the back of his throat before he whines and lays down. “Good boy, c’mere. You miss Eddie?” 

He whines again and you tug on his collar as a gesture for him to join you at the top of the bed. He follows you and spins in a circle a few times before plopping down on the blankets. He lays down beside you, his chin resting on your stomach and his eyes glancing between you and the dark room. “Me too, buddy. Me too. He’ll be home soon.” You softly pet the fur along his back in long strokes before scratching behind his ears. He yawns and closes his eyes and you’re following suit in a matter of minutes. 

The following evening, you’re returning home late from a wickedly long double shift. Your feet ache inside of your shoes and you’re fairly certain you’ve worn holes in both of your socks from being on your feet all day. You know that if Eddie were here, he would offer to rub your feet with his consoling thumbs, his sturdy hands with their contrasting delicate palms and finger pads. The cool metal of his rings would roll against your ticklish skin, Eddie telling you not to giggle or squirm so that he can work your muscles deeply. His mouth kissing each one of your toes before sucking the middle one into his mouth teasingly. 

You’re greeted by the sound of the phone ringing the moment you open your front door and you’re kicking your shoes off and running into the kitchen, tripping over Ozzy and nearly falling into your hands and knees on your journey. You slide to a halt in your socks and rip the handset off the holster attached to the wall, “Hello?” You’re out of breath and you’re wrapped up in the phone cord as you spin to try and untangle your arm. 

“Baby!” His voice is like dark chocolate covered caramel, cracked on the surface yet smooth and creamy in the centre, but even sweeter and more of a treat than any sustenance could provide. 

“Eddie... honey.” You slump against the wall and sigh, tears springing to your eyes inexplicably. “Your voice is heaven. Miss you, miss you like crazy.”

He’s exhaling softly in contentment at your sweet admissions. “Miss you so fucking much. Mm’sorry I’ve been busy- tried callin’ buncha times. You haven’t been home.”

You swallow a tickle in the back of your throat and bump the cutlery drawer closed with your hip. “Oh, um..” You feel guilty because in the midst of all your loneliness and frustration with not having a way to contact him, you’ve forgotten that you also have been unreachable. “Yeah, picked up extra shifts. I actually just got home. How is it?” 

You can hear him hum before clearing his throat, “S’great. The band that’s our pre-act are phenomenal. Shreds guitar, wild synth stuff. Gonna explode soon. I’ll bring home a vinyl of theirs. Weird guys though...” 

You laugh and bite your lip. “Yeah? How come?” 

He clears his throat, “well, like, I asked the lead singer what his favourite food was and he said ‘mashed yeast’? But then changed his answer to ‘bubble gum’.” You’re giggling hard now and you can hear him join you softly on the other end. “M’comin’ home tomorrow. You happy? Ready to see your man?”

You rub your eyes, but can’t stop a tear that slides from the corner. You wipe it and take a deep breath so that Eddie won’t be able to pick up on the fact that you’re unsettled. “Can’t wait. I’m so happy. I’m gonna hold you and kiss you and never let go.” 

He hums, “Yeah? Love me?” 

“I love you more than anything in the whole universe.” 

There’s a beat of silence and you imagine Eddie’s allowing his eyes to drift shut so that he can digest your words. “Me too, love you very much. Be round tomorrow in the late afternoon, yeah?” You murmur a positive response and bite your lip as he continues, “I know you’re crying... listen, it was bad timing to leave. I’m sorry. Hated leaving you.” 

You’re nodding to yourself before you huff and peel yourself off of the wall. “Sorry-” 

He’s interrupting you, “Don’t be.” 

You sniffle.”Kay, um... see you tomorrow then.” 

“Wait! What colour are your panties?” 

You burst out laughing. “Really?” 

“Really.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek as you instinctively look down and try to remember. “They’re red.” 

He groans and digs the heel of his hand into his centre. “Under your white uniform? You’re so naughty.” You’re giggling again and he shakes his head to rid himself of the image for the time being. You exchange a few more parting words before finally disconnecting and unwrapping yourself from the chord, hearts regenerated and minds content for the evening. 

- 

The wooden handle of the laundry basket is digging into the tender flesh of your knuckles .You’re headphones are nestles tightly onto your head, padded earpieces resting gently against the cartilage of your ears. Your hips and shoulders are moving enthusiastically to the music playing on your Walkman. You don’t dare listen to this in front of Eddie because of the onslaught of teasing you’d receive. You understand that Eddie doesn’t actually mind, but any opportunity he can seize to poke fun at you, he’ll take. 

You’re collecting socks and pillowcases from your bedroom before making your way down the short, carpeted staircase to the laundry room off of the kitchen and piling everything into the washing machine. You’re humming the familiar tune and your head and your hips are swaying as you pull each article of clothing out of the basket. When two firm hands are pinching your waist, you’re screaming and jumping into the air before spinning quickly and ripping your headphones off with one hand over your mouth. 

Eddie’s standing before you; black pants, KISS t-shirt, hair down and fluffy as if it has just been washed with cheap hotel shampoo. His smile starts of tight-lipped before stretching across his cheeks to illuminate his entire face; eyes sparking, dimple cutting across and highlighting his fondness in this moment. Your hand is on your chest in an effort to calm your pounding heart before you toss your arms around his neck and pull him close to you. 

“Hi sweetheart, there was no way to greet you without startling you.” His arms wrap around your waist, “are you listening to disco in this household, Mrs Munson?” 

The faint music can be heard pulsing through the tiny speakers draping around your neck as you pull back and kiss his mouth. “Mmm, caught. Hi baby, missed you so much. So glad you’re home.” 

He’s picking your up by your thighs and setting you on the dryer, his fingertips drag up your legs and underneath your shirt, his eyes focused on your mouth. “Missed you like fucking crazy.” He leans forward until his lips linger against yours as he speaks, “my beautiful, sexy wife.” You’re whimpering at his words as he rubs your noses together before flicking his tongue across your lips. Your mouth opens and his tongue swipes against yours tenderly, “mmm”. He pulls back for a breath before diving in to do it again. You connect your lips and inhale him deeply; his tongue finds yours as your legs weave around his hips to pull his centre towards you. 

He’s scooting you to the edge of the dryer and pushing against your chest with two fingers to lean you backwards. You wince when the cool metal of the control panel chills your shoulders and Eddie’s dropping to his knees, pulling your shorts down and tossing them across the room. “Thought about your sweet honey pot every single day that I was gone.” 

He attaches his mouth to your covered centre and presses his wide, flat tongue against your sensitivity. His hot, damp breaths against your flimsy panties make you shiver as he pokes the very tip of his tongue against your swollen bud and taps it over and over. A wet patch is blooming in your underwear and he hums as he pokes a finger against it. Your back arches off of the metal surface and a whimper leaves your mouth at his delicate intrusion, so soft you’re tempted to push against it. 

He pushes his fingers against the fabric further until it’s pressing past your tight walls. “Mm - fuck, Eds.” 

He’s moving his fingers in languid circles. “Yeah? How does it feel? Tell me.” His tongue flattens out against your swell. 

“Incredible,” you mewl. “Wish I could feel your tongue inside me.” 

He groans as tingles spread down his arms at your words and peels your panties to the side to eye your silken core. “Completely soaked, (Y/N), Want me?” He’s watching you squirm but he still needs to hear you say it out loud. 

The cool air is reaching your wetness and making you shiver. “Yes, I want you, yes.” Your stomach is coiling in anticipation and when he blows a puff of air onto your heat, you’re squealing and allowing your head to lull back between your shoulders. 

Before you can speak again, his entire mouth is attaching to your centre and sucking before his tongue pushes fully inside of you for a taste. He hums against your opening as you tighten your legs around his shoulders to stop them from shaking. Your hips roll against his mouth and he swings an arm across your stomach, palm and fingers splayed wide over your belly button to keep you still. 

He laps up your entirety in long, lazy strokes before flicking his tongue over your swollen bud then stroking you again. You weave your trembling hands into his hair and gather it into a bun to hold out of his face. 

He winks at you and you cry out before swallowing, “Need you. I need you now.” 

When he pulls back you can feel his quick breaths huffing against your centre. “Need what?” 

He winces when you tighten your fingers in his hair and tug gently, then watches your hand snake up your shirt as your thumb brushes over your nipple. “Your cock. Missed you too much. Please?” 

He moans and rests his forehead against your inner thigh for a breath as his cock pulses and surges in his pants. He pulls himself to his feet and rips off his shirt, then drops his jeans to his ankles before pulling your shirt off and adding it to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. You’re sitting up and he’s meeting you in the middle for a bruising kiss, hands tangling in each other’s hair and moans absorbed in the back of one another’s throats. 

Eddie pulls himself out of his briefs and lines his length up with your slit, allowing it to glide up and down your folds as his forehead rests against yours. His tip bumps your clit on each upward thrust and finally you whimper, “can’t wait anymore. Please - I need you to fuck me.” 

Eddie leans forward and reaches behind you to rest his palms against the cool surface. He aligns his head with your entrance and when he starts slowly pushing into you, he touches the ‘start’ button on the dryer and the low rumble and humming vibration can be felt in your thighs, your sensitivity, your core, your stomach. 

Your mouth falls open and his face is pinched up in euphoria as his nose presses against your cheek. When he’s tucked completely inside of you, he pauses and exhales a deep breath against your lips, “Jesus, fuck.” You’re gripping his tightly from inside and he can feel the vibrations of the dryer quaking throughout your heat. “You are paradise.” 

He slowly pulls out and then pushes back in with the same unhurried speed. “Looked like a seductress dancing in here with your headphones on.” He quickens his pace. “Had to have you, love you so much.” 

One leg wraps around his waist and the other dangles off the edge of the machine. “So glad you’re home, my perfect man.” 

Chills tingle up his spine and goosebumps burst down his arms, legs and scalp. “Mm, go on.” 

You press your mouth to his and keep your lips close as you continue, “you’re so beautiful. The sexiest man i’ve ever met. Missed you, Eddie, my love.” 

He pushes completely in and cries out loudly before fading into a desperate moan. His pace is fast and hard now, his thumb rubbing your swell in rhythmic sweeps. “You’re gonna make me come deep inside you. Want that? Want me?” 

Your hips are moving to match his stride, his dick stroking the sweet spot on your front wall on each return. “There, Eddie. Right there-” Your words are cut off by a surprised gasp when he finds the tender area inside you and moved back and forth against it in deliberate rapid drives. 

Your eyes roll back in your head and he’s watching your face, your jaw, your neck. He leans forward and sucks a crimson spot into your clavicle, his thumb pressing hard on your clit. “Come baby. Come on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.” 

Your orgasm boils up from deep inside your belly and shatters through the surface of your skin. Your blood feels hot as your back arches and your head falls back, mumbling incoherent praises and Eddie’s name. He’s pushing you through the best he can before he loses cadence and sinking himself to the brim to join you in your delirium. His forehead is pressed to the base of your throat and he’s sobbing into your chest as your core continues to flutter around him for several minutes. 

Eddie’s lifting his head when he feels the dryer shut off to find you leaned back against the control panel with a satisfied smile on your face. He licks a trail up your neck before kissing your lips with a hum, “What’s that cheeky smile about?” 

“The dryer was a nice touch.” 

A proud grin spreads across his flushed cheeks, “yeah? Just thought of that in the moment. Good?” You nod and kiss him again, he licks his lips before speaking, “I know you lived on pizza and red wine while I was gone. Let me cook you a proper meal. Have some time together. Remind you how much I love you.” 

“I never forget, Eds.” 

He kisses you again and smiles against your mouth, “and I’ll make sure you never will.”  

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #Eddie Munson x reader #joseph quinn smut #Joseph Quinn x reader #joseph quinn #st4 imagine #st4 #stranger things

[notoriousmasc]

the world has come a long way. now instead of wanting to fuck mads mikkelsen everyone's horny for an odd husky roleplay-obsessed ginger with a carpet of body hair and the ability to eat two pizzas in a single sitting. who takes improv classes

#notorious masc moment

[puppysirie0-0]

“Heard You Calling My Name”

Pairing: Ted Nivison x Fem!reader

Summary: You and ted have been friends for a while, but when he hears you call his name out while you thought he wasn’t home do things change?

Warning: Smut, Masturbation, Size Kink, Breeding Kink, Dom!Ted x Sub!Reader (Soft Dom Ted?), Possessive Ted, Pet names Darling, Doll, Sweetheart, Baby, and Honey, Ted Being Called Teddy, and a touch of degradation

Minors DNI

You and Ted had been friends for 10 years now, you met as freshmen in high school, went to college together, and have been besties through it all. You and Ted were the dynamic duo him being the Funny Giant of man while you were the short tempered shorty. And since you guys were so close you knew all of each other secrets, or so he thought. You had always found Ted attractive, but you never made a move for 2 reasons. You weren’t anything like his ex girlfriends, and two he never showed any interest in you-or at least in the way you wanted him to.

So here you were desperately trying to get off on the thought of your beloved best friend, extremely horny because ovulation. And you weren’t trying to be quiet in your guys shared apartment, because, Ted was out making some video with Schlatt. So you were all alone, right? Wrong, Ted was home.

Unbeknownst to you, Ted was on his way home, sending you a text saying so that you seemingly missed. And when he walked through the door of your guys’ apartment, he heard you scream his name. Immediately  thinking you were in some kind of danger, he calls out and asks “Y/n, are you okay in there?”

This question stops you, Ted was home? You froze, how long had he been there? Did he know what you were doing? You were completely silent all the breathy moans and screams of his name, gone.

But Ted did know what you were doing, he realized the moment after he asked that question, he realized that you weren’t screaming in pain, it was pleasure. He was shocked, he liked you but he never thought you would like him in the same way. He wanted to confront you, but he decided your friendship meant more to him, so he just asked, “Are you okay in there Y/n?”

You realize you didn’t answer him the first time, but you were still frozen in place on the edge of an orgasm. So you replied with a breathy “y-yeah, I just got soap in my eye and panicked.” You soon feel a wave of relief as you hear an “okay,” followed  by retreating footsteps.

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Once you were out the shower, you noticed you hadn’t started on dinner. Making your way to Ted’s room, where you had no clue Ted was jerking off to the thought of you. He had always liked you, he was actually pretty possessive of you, and insanely jealous when you’d get a partner. Always doing small things like put his hand on the small of your back or hug you from behind. You knock on his door peeking in, just seeing Ted under his covers with his phone, and ask him “What do you want for dinner? We’re getting take out.” You guys decide on Pizza, all while Ted is still stroking himself under the covers. He didn’t even understand how he had so much composure.

The comforting smell of One Medium Cheese and One Medium Pepperoni Pizza filled you nostrils. You called Ted to come eat, hoping he wouldn’t bring up what happened earlier in the day. And thankfully it didn’t you guys had a nice dinner with Pizza, Glasses of Wine, and Some jokes from you both.

Happy that that it didn’t come up, you guys decided to watch a movie. You guys put on some Rom-Com you didn’t catch the name of as you guys curled up on the coach. You in front of Ted with you between his thighs in his lap. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, when Ted was playing with your hair, he asked “What really happened in the shower earlier?” You now shocked tensed up and replied, “I told I just got soap in my eye.” He shook his head, leaned down to the shell of your ear, and whispered in a low, husky voice, “Oh so sweetheart, you weren’t touching yourself to the thought of me?” You couldn’t respond, you just froze just as you had in the shower, because of this Ted picked you up, turned you to face him, and took your chin in his hand as he said, “There’s no need to be so tense doll.” 

With that he pulls you into a kiss, it’s hungry, it’s filled with tongue, it was as if he had wanted this as long as you had. As you leaned into the kiss, he cupped the your chin in his palm, and you ran your fingers though his dark brown locks. He tasted like a mug of hot cocoa and a little like weed. This kiss soon got unbelievably hungrier, it turned into a full blown make out. Ted was leaving hickies all over your neck, soon effortlessly finding your sweet spot.

Ted soon had you flipped under him, as you fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Making Ted stand up pull of his shirt and strip you, where he learned you had no bra on. Starting at your collarbone slowing going down the valley of your breast leaving hickies and kitten licks. You running your hand chest and back. “Heard you calling my name,” he says between kisses, “Thought you were in trouble, ‘till I realized you were touchin’ yourself.” Every single one of his words in that perfect fucking voice of his went straight down to your core. You needy manage out a, “Need you,” in hopes he would give you attention where you needed him most. Ted lifts himself from the nook in your neck he had made telling you, “Sweetheart you already have me.” You now a little frustrated say between breathy moans, “No Ted, I need you in me.” 

Your words prompt Ted to stand up taking off his belt, pulling down both his boxers and pants in one go. And holy fuck was he huge. He was already giant, so you didn’t know why you were that shocked but now you just sat there, stuttering out, “I-i-i don’t thin-think that’ll fit in me Teddy.” Groaning at this new nickname he says, “No Darling, we’ll make it fit.”

Now filled with anticipation Ted sticks a finger in, slowly starting to stretch you out. His finger already give you some relief from that ache in between your thighs. He adds another finger starting to scissor them, slowly adding a third until you say, “Just fuck me Ted.” Loosing all self control he tease you a little with the tip, and slowly sticks it in. You hiss at the stretch, he was probably the biggest man you’d been with-correction he was the biggest guy you’d been with. He feels like forever until he’s down to the hilt, giving you a minute to adjust. 

After a couple minutes you tell him, “Move.” That word causing Ted to pull out till the tip and slam back in. There was a little pain that was quickly outweighed by the pleasure. He continues with this brutally slow pace, prompting you to tell him, to go faster. His pace going unbelievably faster, him whispering in your ear, “Doll, you have no idea how long I have waited for this.” 

His pace climbing, he grabs your hip and grips with bruising strength to keep you in place. The room filling with obscene noises as you get feel that knot in your tummy start to tighten. You manage out a “I’m clos-” before Ted interrupts with you with “I know darling, cum on my cock.” With that, that knot snaps, your orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. Him now chasing his own high, he goes even faster and grips your hips hard enough for you to know that they’ll be sore in the morning. He says, “I want to cum in you Sweetheart, please can I, can I?” You reply with a breathy “Go ahead Honey.” Remembering you were no longer on birth control cause you hadn’t had sex in months, remembering Ted also knew this. You then relish in that wonderful feeling of his hot seed filling you up, Ted repeating a mantra of thank yous. 

Once you both come down from your highs, slowly Ted’s movements coming to a halt. And he asks you “Round 2?” You wrap your legs around his hips and nod your head frantically. Ted taking note of this, says, “Oh is Baby all cockdrunk?” You a little still hazy blubber out a “uh-huh” Still in you, Ted lifts you up and carries you to his bedroom and he lays you down on his bed. Loving the comfort of the mattress and pillows under you, Ted again starts to leave hickies all over you neck and collarbone, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake.

Slowly Ted starts to move again, starting at a slow pace quickly slamming back into you within a couple minutes. You once again feel that now familiar feeling of him grabbing your hip. You feel that knot to retie itself, as he continues his pace. You clench around Ted not being able to form words to tell Ted you were close. Ted letting out a groan, and saying, “Let go for me.” And with that the knot snaps, Ted helping you ride out your high, continuing to move.

You realize he’s probably close to his high, so you just barely get out “Fill me up Ted, Please.” Those words tipping him over the edge, causing him to continue to go insanely fast and repeating “I’m gonna ‘ill you up” and you’re mine” He tells you, “I’m gonna fill you right up, gonna fill that pretty little womb and mark it as mine. So everyone ‘ill know you’re mine and mine only.” You just nodding, too fucked out to form words. You soon feel that beautiful feeling of him filling you up more than you already were from his first load. While he was still emptying his load into you, he slowly slid his hand down in front of your swelling womb feeling a bump from the head of his cock and cum. He grabs your hand and moves it down to where his other hand was saying, ”Yeah feel that, Imma fuck a baby into you tonight. I’ve always wanted to do that, every time you’ve had a boyfriend, I was just too scared you wouldn’t feel the same.” 

Once he’s done he stays inside you, flipping you on top of him so he’s on his back and your laying on his chest. You just relish in each others company for a minute before you speak up, telling him “You remember I’m off birth control right?” Him just replying with a “uh-huh” wrapping his arms around you. “I’m also ovulating,” you add. “Okay, I said what I said,” he replies, “Your mine” he whispers in your ear. 

His words go straight to your core making it drip with arousal. Ted feels this run down his leg, and says “3rd Round?”

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You woke up in Ted’s bed with sunlight streaming on your face. You look up to see Ted still sleeping, the memories from the night before flooding back. The mind blowing sex you had, the insane amount rounds y’all went for-y’all were fucking like goddamn rabbits-the amazing aftercare he preformed, and the I love yous exchanged. You soon notice there’s still something between your legs so you lift the covers to look and he’s still inside you, the words he had said rushing back, “Wouldn’t want to lose any of this, we want it to take.” You subconsciously clench around him at the memory, causing him to groan in his sleep. You hear this and decide to just snuggle back against and go back to sleep.

When you wake up for the second time, Ted wasn’t in bed anymore. But you felt something in between your thighs still. You look to discover there was a plug adorned with pale blue jewels in the shape of a T there. You sat up, threw on one of Ted’s shirts and tried to stand up. But you soon discovered that your legs were absolute jelly and fell flat on your ass. This prompted Ted to come in and he picked you up, put you on his back, and took you to the kitchen. He set you on the counter where continued to make the waffles he was apparently making.

You speak up and ask him, “Were you telling the truth last night? About y’know me being yours and you wanting to mark me as yours.” he looks at you and replies with a chuckle and says, “Of course, I’ve liked you for a while, just was too scared to tell you,” he lowers his mouth to your ear and whispers, “After all, would I have put that plug in you, if I didn’t?” 

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A/N: Hi, this is my first ever fic, but shoutout to @boobberries​ and her anons for inspiring me to write this. Much love and hope you liked it :)

#Ted Nivison x Reader #c: TDNVSN #k: size #k: breeding #sub!reader #blue balls

[mxnson13]

unfinished smutty blurb

pairing: eddie munson x afab!reader x steve harrington

warnings: this is not finished. it cuts off in the middle of sexy time but I just didn’t want it to go waste even if i know i’ll never finish it. if anyone wants to add on they are more than welcome to.

summary: eddie gets a promotion and the gang celebrates. established relationshi

“eddie,” you giggle as he picks you up and sets you on the kitchen counter. “give me a minute. i have to call steve.”

eddie grins mischievously. he snatches the phone off the wall and dials the all too familiar number.

“then let’s call him.” he teased handing you the phone. before you can protest his fingers are dipping between your legs to push your panties to the side.

“family video.” steve answers a moment later.

“hey stevie,” you playfully coo into the receiver.

“hey baby,” you can hear the smile in his voice. you twist the phone cord around your fingers, watching as eddie leans down to lick at your cunt.

“i’m s- sorry to bother you at w-work.” you struggle to say as eddie sucks at your clit.

he barks a laugh. “you’re never a bother, baby. you ok?”

“yeah,” you stifle a moan as eddie pushs a finger inside. “w-would you do me a favor?”

“anything, baby. lay it on me.”

“can you pick up some eggs on your way home? we don’t have any and i want to make eddie a cake for getting that job.”

eddie’s tongue slips inside you to join his finger. you’re breathing heavy, you know steve can hear it.

“is that the only way we’re celebrating?” his voice suddenly husky. you pull eddie closer to your pussy by his hair.

“n-nope,” you gasp, “we have lots of festivities planned.”

“is he eating you out right now?” steve asks in barely a whisper.

“yeah.” you grin down at eddie between your thighs.

“fuck,” steve breathes. “i wish i was there.”

“soon.” you remind him.

“shit,” server mutters, “sorry baby, i have to go there’s a customer.”

“ok,” you pout, “don’t forget the eggs please.”

“i won’t. love you, baby.”

“love you.” you drop the phone, not caring to put it on the receiver. eddie is lapping relentlessly against your clit, drawing you into an orgasm.

you pull him up by his hair to crash your lips into his. the taste of yourself on his tongue enough to get you going again.

“i didn’t know you were making me a cake.” eddie giggled giddily as he pulled away.

“yeah, eds. you deserve it.” he blushes a little and pulls a strand of hair across his face.

“thanks.” he says softy.

you giggle in disbelief. “you just ate me out and now you’re embarrassed?” you kiss the tip of his nose and he blushes a bright red.

“love you.” you whisper against his lips, not quite kissing him.

“love you.” he grins firmly pressing his lips to yours.

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steve bursts through the front door with way more than eggs. he’s balancing a paper bag on top of a pizza box in one hand and a plastic bag with groceries in the other.

eddie, who had been lounging on the couch, jumps up to help his boyfriend. you hear the commotion from the kitchen and wander in to greet steve.

“you brought dinner?” eddie asks taking the pizza box before pressing a kiss to steve’s cheek.

“to celebrate!” steve exclaims joyful as he rushes into the kitchen, but not before placing a kiss to your cheek. “hey, babe.”

“hey,” you say as you follow him to the kitchen.

“you got breadsticks?!” you hear eddie shout.

“you went all out.” you grin at steve.

“oh baby,” steve laughs, “you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

steve hands over the eggs first. you set them with your other baking supplies.

“you don’t have to use them but,” he pulls out a pack of strawberries. “i know his favorite is that strawberry cake you make with the whipped frosting.”

“i need whipped topping for that.” you say as he pulls it out of the bag. “you really did think of everything.”

steve shrugs nonchalantly but he’s buzzing with energy. you reach out and tug at his work vest. he easily comes to you, hands moving to your waist.

“that’s really sweet of you.” his cheeks tinged pink. you can’t help but lean in and press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“i’m just proud of him is all.”

you beam up at him. your beautiful on the outside and inside boyfriend.

“i love you.” you tell him and he squeezes you a little tighter for a moment.

“i love you too.” steve presses a kiss to your forehead before turning back to the grocery bag. he procures three bottles of coke. “now let’s go eat before he gets all the breadsticks.”

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eddie’s sprawled out on the bed handcuffed to the headboard. he’s white knuckling the metal rungs, watching as you and steve make out over his weeping cock.

you lick over eddie’s slit, gathering precum to feed to steve. steve sucks your tongue eagerly earning a whimper from their boyfriend.

“what’re you thinking, baby?” you ask smiling up at eddie. “what do you wanna do?”

“we are celebrating you after all.” steve adds just as coy.

“fuck,” eddie whines, tugging hopelessly against his restraints. “w-whatever i-i don’t care. you’re both s-so fucking hot.”

you can have whatever you want baby.” you croon crawling up to his chest on your hands and knees. you lean in close to his face, not quite close enough to kiss. “we’ll even take these pretty handcuffs off if you want, but i know how much you love it when we take charge.”

#eddie munson x fem!reader x steve harrington #steddie x you #eddie munson x reader x steve harrington #eddie munson x reader #mxnson13