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imliterallyellie · 3 months

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is this thing on? 🎤

nsfw, mdni

morning sex with els

saturday. the only day of the week ellie and you were promised a task-free 24 hours in jackson, that was slowly getting covered in the soft, orange rays of the early morning sun. today was the first day of spring, finally leaving the cold, winter days behind.

you woke up to a face nuzzling itself in the crook your neck, softly placing kisses on your pulse point. ellie got home much later than anticipated yesterday from her last patrol of the week, meaning you went to bed without her. you usually couldn't fall asleep without knowing she got home safe, but a long day of working in the stables knocked you out in your shared bed at 9pm.

you felt a warm, calloused hands rubbing up and down your side, running along the exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up a little from tossing and turning around all night. ellie's love language was physical touch and you were more than happy to feed into that.

her hand slowly started exploring other parts of your upper body, tickling tiny circles on your stomach, massaging your hips, until she ventured more upwards and reached your nipples. "els, what are you- ahh", a particularly good swirl of her finger around your sensitive nipple made you let out a whimper, which she chuckled at.

"shhh, s'okay. gonna make you feel good, yeah?", you could do nothing but nod when you felt her slender fingers pinching and pulling at your nipple like that.

she slid her hand down you body excruciatingly slow, which she knew would get a reaction of you. "els, pl- please. stop teasing."

"begging for me already babygirl? you're so cute, just relax f'me yeah? i know my pretty girl can do that."

the teasing felt like it was never gonna end. your neck, nipples, stomach, thighs, not a single part of your body remained untouched. bar where you wanted her the most. ellie flipped you both over so she was hovering over you, her auburn locks framing her face perfectly when she leant in for a tender kiss filled with a soft love that you could revel in forever.

finally she gave in to your whines and moved down your body, settling in between your spread thighs, hovering over your slit. you squirmed when she blew cold air onto your clit but your complaints quickly got stuck in your throat when she latched her mouth onto your heat.

"ahh, fu- fuck ellie, that feels s- so good", she hummed against your clit in appreciation which sent another shockwave of pleasure through your body. her endless teasing had left you incredibly sensitive, which led to her having to hold your squirming hips down with her left arm to make sure you couldn't pull away from her flattened tongue, licking stripe after stripe from your clenching hole up until your puffy clit.

"gonna use my fingers angel, think you can take that f'me?". you nodded eagerly, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation of the added stimulation of her long, slender fingers that filled you up so well.

"open your eyes f'me baby, want you to see how well i'm filling that clenching hole up.", you opened your eyes and hoisted yourself up so that you could lean on your elbows, positioned perfectly to witness ellie's finger disappear into your soaking cunt, causing a pornographic moan to fall from your lips.

"fuuuck baby, you're making such pretty sounds for me, being such a good girl. taking it so well angel, so proud of you."

her praise combined with ellie pushing a second finger into your cunt made you see stars. she was thrusting into you so tenderly but so good, it made you go slack-jawed. the only sounds in the room were your high-pitched moans and the filthy, wet, squelching sounds of her fingers thrusting in and out of your hole and mouth devouring your cunt like it was her last meal. you were sure that anyone in the jackson perimeter could hear how good you were being fucked right now.

but you couldn't care less. not when ellie was making you feel so good. so good that you were so close to tumbling over the edge, but you just couldn't quite get there. your girlfriend picked up on it rather quickly, and acted on it. she came back up and hovered over you, burying her face in your neck while still slamming her fingers over and over again in your hole.

she kissed and nibbled on your pulse point before bringing her face up to your ear and whispering, "come on baby, 's okay. let it out f'me, i know you want to. been so good for ellie this morning, so proud of you mama. let it out."

"f- fuck ellie, i'm gonna- i'm gonna cum- mhmmm fuck baby i lo- i love you s- so much." with a final, harsh thrust of her fingers you finally reached your climax. your jaw fell and your eyes rolled back, unable to cope with the pleasure. you tried to shut your thighs but ellie made sure to keep them open with her spare hand, wanting to guide you through your orgasm. she kept moving her fingers inside of you, slowing down with each thrust, making sure she wasn't overstimulating you.

you let out a whimper when ellie pulled her fingers out of your cunt which she chuckled lightly at. she brought her hand up to her mouth and sucked on her cum-coated fingers. "mmhhm, you taste so good baby. never gonna get tired of it."

you looked up at her through half-closed eyes, still trying to catch your breath and control your heart rate after the mind-blowing pleasure she just put onto you. she kissed every part of your body before getting up and disappearing in your shared bathroom, coming back a few moments later with a warm cloth to clean you up.

"you made such a mess f'me baby, really ruined these sheets huh? gonna have me washing these again? what's that now, the third time this week?"

you knew she was only teasing you but you couldn't hide the blush creeping on your cheeks, quickly growing self-conscious about how you always seemed to leak a very substantial amount of arousal whenever you came around ellie's fingers.

she quickly discarded the cloth that she just cleaned you up with and you squealed when she easily picked you up in bridal style and took you out of your shared bedroom.

"since i can't be bothered cleaning these sheets now, i guess we're gonna have to go for round 2 on the couch, huh?"

oh you were in for a long morning.

#not proofread as usual #is this thing on?#torlex speaking 🌿#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fluff

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urwifebabes · 1 month

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Do Dogday x reader!Pregnant x Catnap

“it’s gonna happen.”

Relationship(s): Catnap x pregnant!bat!reader x Dogday 🔞

Warning(s): slight smut, a little angst

Catnap had just finished painting your insides white with his scorching hot seed. this was your guys eighth night in a row trying to get pregnant in the last 2 months. They both took turns cumming inside you every night, even with the slightest hope of you getting pregnant. no matter what though, you just wouldn’t take their pups - kittens seeds.

you guys sat in the doctors office for the ninth time that month. the higher ups allowed you guys to try for kids because they knew how the ratings would go up. in the show, that had you all in some type of love triangle. this would help them decide who you end up with in the show by who’s baby it comes out to be. this would also help with their ‘experiments’ to see exactly what you guys can reproduce and what the results would look like. sick, I know but as long as you guys had that baby, right?

your heart broke at the doctors next words. you were expecting it of course but.. it still hurt to hear. “I’m sorry, you’re not pregnant.” your doctor said as she x-rayed your stomach. Catnap gritted his teeth and walked out the office, it hurt that you weren’t taking like you were supposed to. I mean what’s the point of having the organs if you weren’t putting them to use? kinda useless if you ask me. Dogday rested his paw at the small of your back and looked down at you, his gaze soft. always soft when he looked at you.

“it’s gonna happen. I just know it, Angel.”

you nodded softly as you couldn’t stop the hiccup that escaped. the tears falling way faster then you hoped. Dogday was quick to hold you and kiss the tip of your head, whispering positive affirmations. you weren’t.. infertile, you just knew you weren’t! you guys walked out the office together, Dogday carrying you to his home.

you guys laid in bed. Catnap was god knows where with god knows who. you didn’t blame him, who would want to be with someone as infertile as you? you laid against Dogday as softly snored. you had an idea and quickly got ontop of him, whispering his name. he perked his eyes open. a slight glow illuminated around the irises. he let out a low gruff as he woke to you “..hm? yeah, Angel?” he quickly blushed as he saw you ontop of him, his face darker orange. he quickly sat up as he watched you slide your top off and onto the floor, showing your tits.

you rode Dogday like a champ. the slick skin on skin sounds so erotic as he sucked on your perky nipples. you whimpered as his cock bullied it’s way in and out of your tight fuck hole. the mush inside you locked onto his cock like a vice. Dogday couldn’t help but cry, he felt humiliated. he’d have cum inside you around four times and you still hadn’t stopped. causing him to cry as his dick couldn’t handle this much all at once. his hands clamped onto your waist as he quickly switched your positions, starting to fuck into you, harshly. “oh, your tight lil’ pussy’ feels so good, mama.” you tried to stop it but you squirted all over his sheets, between his cock and his words, you crumbled like a cookie.

here you guys were again in the doctors office. Catnap had came this time. He wanted to know if anything had changed, anything at all. your doctor came in, she looked at you three and gave a pitiful smile, knowing the results before even doing the test. your doctor, Rose, had began the test. she felt around your tummy and her eyes went wide abit. she didn’t get too excited though as she brought her x-ray over and put it to your stomach. a shriek.

“YOU GUYS ARE PREGNANT!”

you couldn’t help the tears that flowed. not sad ones but happy ones. you were finally fucking pregnant. Catnap stood there in disbelief. why were you finally pregnant? after 2, almost 3 months? he looked at you and Dogday and decided to ask later. for now, he would join the hug pile and kiss you.

you guys were standing around in a circle. you had given birth 9 months ago. your baby on your hip. his fur was a light purple and he was dog with little wings. I guess both their sperms took after all, huh? you chuckled as you watched Dogday and Catnap show their spawn the play care even though he had seen it ever since he was born. they just were really excited parents.

A/N: probably the pic of the baby I’ll be using for my pregnancy stories. just imagine him with wings and smaller. also how do we feel about Dogday calling us mama in the heat of the moment? abit short I know, didn’t have much idea on this one 😭. the anon that requested this though feel free to let me know if you want another part or anything.

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andsomemaniacgotridofthewheel · 2 months

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One of the reasons I will never be at ease with the overall "weirdness", the underwhelming pay-offs and the unfired Chekhov's guns during the plot(s) of season 2 - until season 3 arrives and we either learn that it's because of a brilliant trick they pulled on us OR because Neil & John actually did drop the ball and couldn't get the story structure right (yeah, sure 😏) - one of those reasons is that they got Aziraphale's character arc during that season so very, very right.

It is beautiful. It is subtle. It is organic. It is like a red thread running through all the episodes.

In the very first scene we learn something about Aziraphale & Crowley that we didn't know before. And it isn't that Crowley used to be such a ray of sunshine and that what led to the Fall must have been more traumatising than he always let on (that, too, but it's not the main point). It is that Aziraphale knew a version of Crowley that was deeply, unapologetically kind, and gentle, and caring; that he was everything an angel was supposed to be; and that Aziraphale himself, before the Fall even happened, was aware of some lurking inequity and oppression which presented a danger to that sweet, innocent angel. We are shown how Aziraphale could arrive at the conclusion that whatever happened to Crowley just wasn't right. And how he might think that that was something that should be fixed.

"I know the angel you were." In Job we are reminded that Aziraphale's memory of Crowley's angel persona at least that early in their story still partly informs his image of him.

"They aren't talking to him anymore", that sounds as if Aziraphale might have actually tried.

"It's nice to tell someone about the good things you've done, now that I'm not reporting to Heaven..." Aziraphale misses it. He still does good deeds, but he misses reporting them to someone.

"You really used to be awful." Gabriel is about the worst angel he has known. But once Heaven's conditioning was taken away, even he became an absolut sweetheart. Aziraphale learned this season very impressively that angels can change.

Muriel. Innocent, enthusiastic, downright good Muriel. Whose adventures as a human copper are mirrored so perfectly in Aziraphale's attempt to pass as a "newspaper man". Aziraphale learned that even now, not ALL angels are bad. And that there are some in Heaven who are just like him, and might need his help.

When Gabriel needed his help, Aziraphale gave it, with no vindictive thought or concern for his own safety. He couldn't just not help him. And when Crowley stormed off, Aziraphale simply waited for him to come back. This mirrors both their decisions at the end of season 2, though so far without Crowley changing his mind and coming back.

It has all been layed out for us from the beginning. Which is why it baffles me so much that so many people did not seem to see it - or want to see it.

Now, Crowley's character arc!

I am not really sure about that, but so far, to me, it seems to be just as all over the place as the plot setups and his sideburns, hair length, hair colour and sunglasses during the season are.

We are shown that present-day-Crowley keeps important things from Aziraphale - he still hasn't told him about Gabriel's attitude during the attempted execution, he hasn't told him that he is living in his car, and even when Aziraphale tells him that he needs to go to Heaven, he doesn't tell him about the looming second attempt at an apocalypse - which is extremely weird, since it would have been so important for Aziraphale to know and could have influenced his final decision quite a lot. At this moment the latest you also can't explain it as an attempt to protect Aziraphale anymore, since going in blind could make things actually more dangerous for him.

He did not do this during season 1, where it was Aziraphale who kept things from him for quite a while.

But after all this aggravated not-telling-him-things all he needs is a conversation with Nina & Maggie and immediately afterwards he makes the biggest, most honest confession of his life? Really?

And then all these comments casually dropped about his former rank as angel - "How do you know I didn't do it?" / "That's not actually a thing, that's just something we used to joke about to frighten the Cherubs" / "They never change their passwords" - and all these hints about his memory - he knows how it feels to "look at where the furniture isn't", he doesn't remember or claims not to remember either Furfur or Saraquael - something just doesn't add up. It actually is like looking at where the furniture isn't.

I do want to believe that when I figure it out that I will know a lot more about what's coming in season 3. Alas, I don't think I can figure it out without knowing what is coming in season 3.

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teeny-tiny-revenge · 2 months

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It's home cinema manufacturing time! 🏴‍☠️ Gonna put my pirate show on my shelf! (I'm doing an Arts and Crafts Project and I'm making it everyone's problem.)

After seeing how much they cost, I abandoned the idea of getting a Blu-ray writer for now. For the time being, good old DVDs is what it's going to be! My TV is old and not very big, so DVD resolution is gonna be fine.

It's been ages since I last burned a DVD. For the full experience, I'm gonna create nice menus and pretty sleeves for the boxes. Graphic design is my passion! Um.

Well. First needed to find a program to do stuff with. I'm a Linux guy, so I'm using Devede. (Which is free, btw. In case someone else wants to do a low cost spot of putting pirate show on the shelf.)

DVDs fit a maximum of 120 minutes of video. So, four episodes, I thought. But after a quick attempt, the program refused to do more than three (maybe because of the menu also taking up space, and four episodes cutting pretty close to the 120 min mark?). Anyway, three episodes per disc it is. It's a pretty nice runtime for watching the entire disc, IMO. An hour and a half, and then you can return to reality to realise you should probably eat something, or go to bed because it's midnight.

OFMD with its current two seasons has a total of eighteen episodes, which is divisible by three. You get the following setup:

Disc 1: Pilot, A Damned Man, The Gentleman Pirate - That's pretty good, Stede's introduction to piracy all on one disc!

Disc 2: Discomfort in a Married State, The Best Revenge is Dressing Well, The Art of Fuckery - All bangers. Great to watch together, our boys meet and shenanigans happen!

Disc 3: This is Happening, We Gull Way Back, Act of Grace - Many romantic moments, lots of great scenes, shit hits the fan at the end there. Alright!

Disc 4: Wherever you go, there you are, Impossible Birds, Red Flags - ... Pain and angst! What have I done!?! The disc of horrors. Gotta make sure to have tissues at hand when I watch this. But hey, it also has messy bun Ed! Small mercies.

Disc 5: The Innkeeper, Fun and Games, The Curse of the Seafaring Life. - Another disc with all winners. I love all these episodes so much! (You can watch this disc to recover from the trauma of the previous one!) But seriously, this one slaps.

Disc 6: Calypso's Birthday, Man on Fire, Mermen - Great combination again. Season finale! Love and excitement!

... Honestly, except for the psychological damage of putting all the most painful episodes together, this is coming out pretty cool. Says a lot about how good the show is. I actually really love all the episodes (yes even the painful angsty episodes of massive depression). Thinking about this little project really reminded me how much I love this entire show.

So, we got a tracklist, now menus, then we can burn this stuff!

I did the menu backgrounds in GIMP. Realised I have a big folder full of screenshots I took myself, screenshots someone else took and posted on Tumblr, official promo pics for the show, and I have no idea anymore where most of them are from, because I named the files according to what's on them. Which is useful for when you want to find pics (Need a picture of cursed suit Stede? I have files named that, easy peasy!), but not so great if you wanted to give credit to whoever took a given pic you used. (It's probably @sherlockig or @ofmd-ann or @blakbonnet. Please feel credited, your beautiful screens and gifs brighten my day, and some of them are now probably part of my DVD menus. Shrunk down and cropped, but, yeah.)

I originally wanted to structure my menus as having the title of an episode, then some pics from it, then the next episode, then pics from that, and so forth, but I couldn't convince the program to give me the necessary padding between the menu items, so I ended up just putting the episode images below the menu. Still like it.

Anyway, DVD menus can also play sound! Behold a crappy video of my beautiful creation (provided entirely for sound):

It plays Gnossienne N°5!

More crappy pics of my other disc menus:

Gonna make them some nice sleeves next. Some day. Gotta make sure they all work properly first. So. I'll be on my sofa, watching my DVDs. With menus! (Edit: here are!)

#piracy ho!#ofmd #teeny rambles #ofmd dvds

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1d1195 · 2 months

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Toothpaste I

For you: 🐱 I hope you are feeling better and this is a little something to make you happy. Been thinking about this for a while.

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“Okay, don’t write emails to dentists when you’re in pain,” she shook her head tilting her head back to look at the ceiling.

Dr. Styles chuckled. His laugh was warm, like a chocolate fountain. Or a blanket on a cold January day. “I don’t have patients on Wednesdays,” he murmured.

Twenty-eight was her least favorite number. She dreaded the entire year when she finally hit her twenty-eighth birthday. It seemed like an entire year was going to mock her and she was right.

She got two cavities that year.

Twenty-eight was the number of teeth she had left after her wisdom teeth were pulled when she was sixteen. Twenty-eight was the number of brackets on her teeth that held her braces together when she was eighteen. Cavities plagued her. Sensitivity. Special mouth wash and special toothpaste were needed for the upkeep of her teeth.

When the pain started in her mouth again, she was frustrated, exhausted, and sad.

But this was the second time this tooth had to be filled. It wasn’t the first time her dentist had to fill a tooth more than once. She looked up a second office in response. Her heart was fluttering with anxiety. She had brought a book to read but she couldn’t focus. Her head was starting to ache. She left work early which stressed her out to no end because her boss was a dick and even though she should have just found a new job, she knew she wouldn’t find a better pay entry-level position than any law firm nearby. Her phone hadn’t stopped vibrating with messages and requests.

An hour. All she wanted was an hour to read her book and mourn the loss of her tooth enamel. Frustrated tears filled her eyes. Her mouth hurt and her head hurt.

“Dr. Styles is ready for you, Miss,” the hygienist said sweetly. Taking a deep breath, she collected her book back into her bag and headed toward the patient room with the hygienist down the hall. “Have a seat,” she smiled kindly. “M’just going to get you ready and then Dr. Styles will be in to look you over.”

She could feel her phone vibrating against her hip. The to do list she was anticipating was enough to amplify her headache and she was so close to crying the pain in her tooth was practically welcomed to relieve her of the anxiety and stress she was feeling.

“Good morning, love,” the dentist came in. Dark blue scrubs adorned his tall frame. He looked so handsome it left her speechless. He was looking at the computer reading over the history of her work and latest x-rays from the previous office. “Got some pain, hmm?” She nodded silently, trying to figure out how she didn’t know ahead of time that the dentist was hot as could be. That couldn’t be fair. “Y’okay, love?” He hummed glancing from the screen, his eyebrows pinched together.

“Yeah, just uncomfortable,” she murmured. “Busy day.”

He sat on the little wheelie stool and turned to look at her. His eyes were vibrantly green, his smile was sweet but sympathetic at the same time. “S’quite a bit of work y’had done, love,” he murmured and grabbed a pair of gloves to put on. “Y’got beautiful teeth in there,” he assured her.

“They’re always filled with cavities,” she muttered bitterly.

“M’sorry,” he frowned. “I noticed that myself, actually.” She felt like she was disappointing him by getting cavities. Although she had just met him, she didn’t want to disappoint Dr. Styles, which was such a bizarre worry. “Do y’need t’get that before I get started?” He glanced at the bag by her hip.

She sighed, grabbed her phone. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Her boss snapped so loudly she pulled the phone from her ear. Either Dr. Styles didn’t hear (which she didn’t see how) or he was being kind enough to ignore it.

“A dentist appointment. I sent you an email and put it in your calendar—”

“I need your help. Now.”

There was no argument to be had in his tone.

“Mr. Dalecki,” she started. “I’m very sorry, I’ll be there in a bit but I’m in so much pain—” Her voice cracked, and she felt the tears so close to the surface. Overwhelmed by her work and her pain.

“I don’t care.”

She opened her mouth to agree or argue, she wasn’t sure what was going to come out of her mouth but then suddenly her phone wasn’t in her hand.

“Mr. Dalecki, was it?” Harry said into the phone. “Dr. Harry Styles. She’s in immense pain and I’m insistent I take care of her cavity today. It might be a root canal. She’s in no condition to work today and probably not tomorrow either. Doctor’s orders. I’ll write her a note whatever you need, but she will not be in today,” Harry put her phone on the counter away from her as it started to vibrate again. “M’sorry I suggested getting it,” he said and held out the tissue box on the counter.

She sniffled. “I need a root canal?” She whimpered.

He chuckled. “Oh, love, no. M’sorry. I jus’ wanted that man off the phone,” he shook his head. “M’sorry,” he repeated.

“Oh,” she sniffed again. “I’m really sorry. I’m so overwhelmed and upset. I’m almost terrified of being here. I always have issues and my teeth are the worst,” she cried. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, s’alright, love,” he assured her and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Y’take care of your teeth right?” He asked.

“Religiously,” she assured him. “I brush three times a day. I floss daily sometimes twice. I use prescription toothpaste and mouthwash. I don’t eat lots of candy and I drink through a straw and water down juice or anything too sugary,” she had tears falling down her cheeks.

“Okay, love,” his thumb gently moved up and down her shoulder. She had never heard of a dentist having good bedside manners. “S’okay, m’gonna take a look now. Can I have y’sit back?” He murmured and slid back briefly on the chair and closed the door. She sniffled.

“I’m so sorry. I’m usually more put together than this,” she laughed tearily.

“S’okay I can tell y’frustrated. M’sister gets like this sometimes.”

She sniffled. “I’m sorry,” she repeated.

He turned back, put a mask over his pretty face so she had no choice but to look at his gorgeous eyes magnified by the little glasses and light that shone in her face. “Y’have really nice teeth, love,” he assured her.

“You have to say that to everyone,” she mumbled when he turned to mark something in the computer.

He chuckled. “I do not. M’sorry you’re in pain, love,” he was gentle as he placed the little mirror into his mouth. “Hmm,” he hummed.

“S-bad, in’-it?’

“No, love. S’not bad,” he murmured quietly. “Relax y’fingers and shoulders, please. Y’making me nervous,” he chuckled very softly. Like he had stuck his dental tools in her mouth a hundred times. “S’jus’ a little cavity.”

Tears sprang back to her eyes, and she nodded. “I figured.”

“M’sorry, love. S’little, though I promise. Out of here in half an hour. No root canal—I promise.”

She sniffed and glanced away. “I’m sorry,” she apologized again. “I’ve had such an overwhelming week and I put this off and it’s not even a big cavity and I’m in so much pain—” She started to cry again, and Harry pulled the glasses and light off his eyes and listened so intently, his face empathetic and kind as she bubbled with tears. She could hear her phone vibrating. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to get fired,” she croaked.

Harry frowned, turned to the cabinets, and searched for medicines to help her. He pulled his gloves off. “Let’s jus’ sit and relax for a bit,” he suggested handing her two pills and filled a little cup of water for her. She wiped her eyes and took it gratefully.

“Don’t you have other patients?”

“No,” he chuckled. “That intake form y’filled out?” Dr. Styles turned to the computer again and cleared his throat. “I am sorry to bother you, but I am in so much pain and need emergency dental help tomorrow if you’re able. My current dentist has filled this tooth twice and I think I’m going to yank the tooth out with pliers, and I don’t HAVE pliers so I will have to go buy some and I will probably pull it out in the middle of the hardware store and everyone will—”

“Okay, don’t write emails to dentists when you’re in pain,” she shook her head tilting her head back to look at the ceiling.

Dr. Styles chuckled. His laugh was warm, like a chocolate fountain. Or a blanket on a cold January day. “I don’t have patients on Wednesdays,” he murmured. Her heart skipped a beat. His kindness was unlike any dentist she had before. It felt so unnerving but nice in the best way. “But I made an exception,” he explained. “Couldn’t imagine someone pulling out a tooth at a hardware store.”

Her heart was fluttering. “I hate dentists.”

He laughed, wholeheartedly. “Even me?”

“Well...you haven’t drilled my tooth yet,” she mumbled. “But you might have gotten me fired.”

“I couldn’t in good faith let y’go back t’work, love. Not when you’re in so much pain.”

She looked at her lap. “I always have cavities.”

“M’gonna get to the bottom of it, love. Right after we fill this little guy.”

“My second bicuspid?”

“Should have been a dentist, hmm?” he smirked at his computer making notes.

“I’ve had so much work done,” she explained. “Half way through law school I thought about becoming a dentist.”

“Well, if he does fire you,” he turned back to her with a pointed expression. “And based on the reaction y’had, I think only an idiot would fire you. I’d gladly have y’work here,” he assured her. “Match whatever he paid you and then some,” he promised.

She frowned, feeling overwhelmed, sad, and relieved beyond belief.

“Thank you, Dr. Styles.”

“Call me Harry, love.”

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sleepingpillscosmos · 9 months

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Congrats on 300!!! You deserve it! I love the event idea, so can I request the prompt “"my sides hurt" cue the other character getting a pillow thrown at their head when they start smirking "I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING"” with Michael Kaiser? (I hope I don’t come off as rude or anything, I’m just really awkward over text)

SMUG — michael kaiser

pairing: michael kaiser x fem!reader.

warnings/content: mention of sexual activity. reader is not really an early bird.

wc: 1k.

requested: yes, by anon.

a/n: well guys.. remember when yesterday I said that would have posted another request? well.. I totally forgot to post this, I even forgot to let someone beta read it. so sorry guys.

anyway thank you for the congratulations! I'm convinced this prompt was made for him. and you didn't absolutely come off as rude or anything!

prompt: "my sides hurt" cue the other character getting a pillow thrown at their head when they start smirking "I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING".

You turned in your bed as you slowly woke up, the sheets sliding against your naked skin and the morning sun making it glow under the light of its rays.

You sat up on the bed, keeping the sheets close to your body. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the light of the room.

Michael wasn't in bed with you, but you already knew that, even before waking up. You were used to it. He always woke up pretty early to stretch and go for a morning run, then he ate a quick breakfast before leaving your shared apartment to go to the morning training and come back around 10 am, when you usually got up.

You tried to wake up and start your day with him multiple times over the three years you lived together, but you've never been much of an early bird, so it never worked. You always ended up knocked out on the couch by the time Kaiser came back from his run, and he ended up having to take you back to your bedroom every time.

After a good five minutes where you stayed sat on the bed looking in front of you, you finally decided to get up and start your day.

Once you took your first step, you immediately stopped, hissing, taking your hands to both your sides. Fucking Michael.

You recollected yourself, taking your panties and an old t-shirt of Michael's to cover your still naked body. You gave the clock a quick glance and read 10:37 am. Micheal should already be at home, and the noises coming from your living room confirmed it.

You went to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. When you were done you went to the kitchen to eat breakfast, making a quick stop in the living to say good morning and give a quick kiss to Kaiser. As usual he sat at the table with his glasses on and his laptop in front of him, checking the videos from the last match he played.

You approached him and hugged him from behind, and as soon as you did it you could see the little smile on his face on the reflection of the screen in front of him. He turned his head a little, so that he could give you a peck on the lips.

"Good morning." You said to him smiling, resting your chin on his shoulder. "Good morning." He answered back, pausing the video that was currently playing on his laptop.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked turning his body, so that you could slot between his legs and he could hug your body with both his arms.

You nodded, still smiling at him, "Yeah, I was really tired."

"I could tell." You looked at him confused, raising one eyebrow.

"You were snoring really loudly." He said, trying not to burst out laughing. You scoffed, looking at him annoyed, then you flicked his forehead before going to the kitchen to finally have breakfast. He shook his head laughing, then he turned his body back to the laptop to resume his work.

You prepared your breakfast, then you sat on the counter while eating it and drinking a glass of orange juice. Once you were done you looked around the kitchen, which was a bit of a mess, so you decided to tidy it up.

You quickly wiped the counter and the stove, then you started to wash the dirty dishes, which was the longest part. They accumulated in the sink since yesterday morning. Nobody wanted to clean them, so they just piled up, filling the sink to the top. Usually you both would have just put them in the dishwasher, but unfortunately it broke a few days ago.

When you were finally finished, and your fingers looked like the ones of a 90 years old lady, you grabbed your phone and went to the living room to relax a bit on the couch.

You sat down, ready to watch some stupid stuff on your phone and laugh at them like a psychopath, but the constant pain in your sides prevented it. You shuffled on the couch trying to find a comfortable position, but every move seemed to make the pain worse, making you hiss over and over.

Micheal looked at you from his seat, knitting his eyebrows in confusion, "..are you alright?".

You stopped moving and took a deep breath. You already knew that if he knew the reason of your discomfort he would be smug for the rest of the day or even more. But on the other hand if you said that you were alright, which you obviously weren't, he would annoy you until you confessed the truth. After considering the two options, you decided to just get it over with.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes, "..my sides hurt..".

You opened your eyes and looked at him, seeing that he turned his gaze back to the video, with a smirk slowly growing on his face. You scoffed, then you grabbed the first thing beside you, which was one of the pillows of the couch, and threw it at him, hitting his face.

"I didn't even say anything!" He loudly said, throwing the pillow back at you, but missing you completely.

"I know what you were thinking!" You retorted, then finally you found a comfortable position on the couch. The smirk on Michael's face didn't go away, but you weren't surprised of that, so you unlocked your phone to busy yourself with something.

"Want me to help with that?" He grinned, his gaze still on the computer. "You've already done enough."

After a small pause, he found the perfect come back. His smirk grew larger, "Well, that's not what you said last night."

He had to thank the universe that you didn't have rocks beside you.

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adelliet · 6 months

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MIKE SCHMIDT X F!READER

My hoodie

Summary: You are Mike's good friend and also the babysitter for his younger sister Abby. But when Mike recently took a new job where he works overnight and his shift doesn't end until 6 in the morning, you watch over Abby even through the morning. You don't mind, you like spending time with her and plus, you have a chance to see Mike more often. But one day you "accidentally" forget to bring warm clothes, so you borrow Mike's hoodie...what happens next?

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex (piv), swearing, after sex care, fingering

"-and they lived happily ever after" you finished reading the last sentence on the last page of the cinderella book, and looked at Abby, whose eyes had long been closed. She was holding her loyal stuffed rabbit tightly under her arm and her nostrils were frequently flaring, whenever she breathed in. She was so cute and you couldn't help but chuckle, she really does remind you of Mike sometimes.

You put the book on the nightstand and turned off the light. Then you quietly crept away from her room and as you closed the door, a deep sigh of relief left your mouth. You finally had a moment to yourself and could do your favorite traditional activity - lying on the couch and watching TV.

You jumped on the couch and covered yourself with a checkered soft blanket. You pressed the red ring-shaped button on the remote and switched channels until you found your favorite: How I Met Your Mother. You put the controller on the table in front of you and made yourself comfortable. It didn't take long before yours eyelids began to close with fatigue and before long you were in a deep sleep while the TV was still playing in front of you.

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You suddenly felt cold, goosebumps started to rise all over your body. You were awakened from your beautiful dream, by a nasty cold, that spread throughout the apartment. You didn't want to get up, you were too lazy and tired for that, so you curled up in a small ball and covered yourself properly with a blanket, thinking it would help. Unfortunately, it didn't help, and if you didn't want to catch a cold, you had to get up and go get something warmer. You had now several options.

1.- You can go lie down in Mike's bed, but you don't have enough courage for that. If he came back home, having you in his bad, what would he think?

2.- You can borrow Mike's duvet, but you don't want to carry it from the bedroom to a living room and then back…it's too tiring.

Finally, here is the last and your favorite option, which you wanted to do for so long, but never had a suitable opportunity for it. Borrow Mike's clothes. With the speed of lightning, you snooped a bit and curiously opened Mike's closet, rummaging through some of his pieces.

Bingo! You found his, and yours, favorite. You immediately grabbed it and pulled it over your head. It was comfortable, nice material, but most importantly, it smelled like Mike. You could get high of his sweatshirt, how often you sniffed it and still couldn't get enough. But then, you started feeling like a psycho, so you immediately stopped and crawled back on the couch under the blanket, pretend that never happened.

You felt warm right away and fall asleep really fast, just as Abby did. A huge smile appeard on your face, when you could still smell Mike's hoodie while laying down and trying to sleep.

~~~

The rays of the sun began to bother you through your eyelids and you had to turn your back to the window, but at that exact moment, you heard a quiet but inaudible crack from the main door. You could no longer sleep but just sat up and be ready for any action. "Oh hi, you're already here?" You asked and in the middle of the sentence yawned, showing enough that you had been asleep until now. "Yeah, and you're finally awake I see" you turned to Mike, who was in the kitchen, so you couldn't really see him, but even through the walls you threw a blank look at him. "Finally?" You got his adorable but ironic giggle as an answer. "Mhm, I already took Abby to school and make some breakfast" huh?! You were shocked and kind of worried, because if you were still sleeping while Mike was already here, you had no idea what is Abby doing, if she is still sleeping or not, if she is even in her room or even in this house. You had no control at all and you expected, that he is gonna send you home and tell you to never come back again, but that didn't happened.

,,What time is it?” You asked him, your full body including your voice shaking. Another cute little giggle from Mike. He came out of the kicthen and sit on armchair right next to you. ,,10:20” ,,WHAT?! I over slept that much?!” You put your head into your hands and started shaking your right leg. You are a really bad babysitter. ,,Awh come on, it's okay, you don't need to stress about it-“ ,,No it's not! What if something happened to Abby? I wouldn't do anything!” You started panicking and making over-drama, but Mike just smiled, looking at you like you were some really funny TV show, which you definitely were at that moment.

,,Why you're not mad at me?” When you calmed down a bit, you asked him. Mike looked down and move his lap up to make his seat comfortable, but that move makes you feel things down there.

,,Because I know you're smart, reliable girl. Nothing happened to Abby, so don't worry about it anymore, you better come and have breakfast with me” he point his head towards the table next to kitchen and got up from his seat. You sighed, he was right again. ,,No way that you made this” You said in disbelief as you look at all the food. ,,Excuse me?! I am amazing chef! Try it” he pointed at the plate with some bacon and egg, quite basic, but it still smelled really good.

You sat next to Mike on your own chair and give him last look before you take a bite. It was delicious. The flavors of saltiness and meat melted on your tongue every time you chewed. You close your eyes and enjoyed this divine breakfast. You really didn't expect it to be this good. ,,Damn” you finally said with your mouth still full of bacon. Mike laugh at you, again. ,,I told you, I am amazing chef” and with those words, he finally stopped staring at you while you were eating, but take a bite of breakfast too.

,,You really should be some chef in a restaurant…” you both laughed, because you both knew that this won't happened, but never say never right? ,,And how was work by the way, anything crazy?” you asked to change the theme already and talk finally about Mike. He huffed under his breath and looked at you. ,,No, not really…” he looked at you, up and down and then continue: ,,But you know what's crazy?” ,,Hm?” ,,That you are wearing my hoodie” you were too stunned to speak, when he finished his sentence with devilish smile on his gorgeous face. Fuck.

Your pupils got bigger, your eyes widened and you stopped every movement you were doing, even chewing the last piece of food in your mouth. Your heart stepped a beat and your whole body was full of goose bumps and purred. You felt a strange anxious feeling in your stomach and your face was so red. ,,Um…” you finally mumbled something and akwardly put your cutlery down on the table, as you looked down at Mike's sweatshirt, that YOU were wearing.

,,Look, it was cold and the blanket is too soft and not warm at all and since I know I shouldn't turn on the heating, because of money, I decided-" you wanted to continue your defense but Mike's mockery rudely interrupted you. You stayed in the same position as you explained Mike why you were wearing his hoodie, your hands still in the air and you didn't blink once, while Mike next to you almost choked with laughter. ,,It's fine...only if I knew you look so beautiful in that hoodie, I would have lent it to you way earlier" confused, pleased, a bit horny. These were your three emotions after Mike said that cute sentence.

Your hands slowly returned back to your sides and you felt your cheeks turn red. ,,Please stop I am gonna be like tomato” you said as you were shyly covering your already red face. He laughed again, telling you he likes tomatoes. ,,Ew, weirdo” you both giggled as you finished the sentence.

You looked at the clock, up on the wall and your eyes widened as you saw the bigger arrow on 11 am already. ,,Shit, I should probably go” you stand up from the table and wanted to take off Mike's hoodie, but before you even grab it, Mike stand up with you and stopped you. ,,Awh come on, do you need to be somewhere?” ,,N-no but-“ ,,Do you have any plans today?” He interrogated you like your mom. ,,No-“ ,,Then where's the rush?" he asked and relaxed a bit. "I don't want to bother you" you said shyly and looked at the tips of your feet. Since you didn't get any answer and the silence was too loud, you looked up to see Mike's angry expression. ,,Bother? Do you really think you're annoying me? I'm always alone at this time, some company won't hurt me" he smiled and convinced you. "You really don't mind?" "Not at all...unless you're in a hurry?" "Not today, I'm free" Mike seemed to see Santa Claus as a twinkle reflected in his eyes. ,,Awesome! Then sit down, relax, we can watch some film if you want and enjoy our presence” you swear you would cry, how amazing this man is, but he just doesn't realize it. Abby can be so thankful for brother like this.

,,I noticed that you like to watch the series...what's the name...how I met your mother? We can watch that if you want to" "But you don't watch TV" you frowned at him and raised one eyebrow suspiciously. "No, but I think I can handle it with you, somehow" he said sarcastically and take our dirty dishes from the table, right into the sink in the kitchen. He then turned his back to the sink and folded his hands on his shoulders as he looked at you with a faint hint of a smile but seemed emotionless. He must have had millions of thoughts and things going through his mind that you badly wanted to see.

"Uh, I should probably take this off" you broke your too long eye contact and reached for Mike's hoodie on you, so you could finally take it off. "No no no please keep it. Go sit on the couch, I'll make some popcorn" he winked at you and walked towards the cabinet where he pulled out a bag of popcorn. You somehow couldn't process the fact that he specifically asked you to keep his sweatshirt on, and that wink at the end? You should probably ignore it, but it doesn't quite work that way.

You do as Mike told you, sitting on the couch while sun rays was hitting you through the window. You decided to close the blinds, but you were still incredibly hot. After all, you were still wearing a shirt under Mike's hoodie. You wanted to take it off before Mike came, but unfortunately, yoh didn't have time. "Choose something" he sat down next to you and handed you a remote with a face that relied on you to select a good program. You swallowed and gently took the remote. You don't understand what's wrong with you. You feel weird, both, mentally and physically, but it's probably just the heat...or is it?

After few minutes of laughing and crunching some popcorn, you started to perspire. You were dripping with water, as if you had just run a marathon. You couldn't take it anymore. "Turn around," you ordered out of nowhere and looked directly into Mike's eyes. He, with raised eyebrows, did not understand your point. "I'm terribly hot and since you won't let me take off your hoodie, I want to at least take my shirt off" you explained to Mike. He understand it god damn well, but he smiled ironically under his breath, thinking that you wouldn't notice. "Okay..." he was looking at the TV, quite focused, so you took advantage of that. But you didn't really trust Mike anyway, and even if you wanted him to look at you, privacy is privacy.

You turned slightly, so that he couldn't see anything in his peripheral vision and you finally take off the shirt with hoodie, which you then put back on. When you finally changed, you felt way more better and could smell Mike's scent from the hoodie again, like if he just got out of shower. You turned back to face the TV and when you checked Mike, he immediately looked away. Of course he was looking, bastard.

,,I thought you are always cold” he said while still watching TV and brushing his lower lips with thumb. He looked really hot but you needed to stay focused. ,,Well, I mean yeah but now I am hot…is it bad or?” ,,No…I am just sayin’” he raised his lap a bit, to make himself more comfortable on the couch. Your pussy started pulsing right away, you needed to cross your legs to calm the girl down.

~~~

"Are you seeing someone?" out of the nowhere, when you were in the middle of season 3 episode 5 of How I Met Your Mother, Mike randomly asked you. You flinched as soon as you turned your head directly to Mike. "Huh?" "Nothing...forget it-" "No, I'm sorry, it's just...it's a pretty random question you know-" "I know, I just didn't want to sit awkwardly in silence and watch TV all day" he tried to save the situation, but it is very clear that he did not ask because of this reason.

,,Sure…” you said, giving him a suspicious look and suit yourself on the couch for better and more relaxing position. ,,No, and you?” ,,Nope…” he answered you before you even finished your question. ,,´kay…” you said quietly, not knowing what to say to that and just continue watching your favourite show. Now, this was pretty akward. You wanted so badly for Mike to speak, say something, literally anything but he just sat and watch, just like you. Fuck.

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,,I never thought I would laugh at such a bullshit” after few minutes, you finally get out of the ‘akward silence’ phase and laughed loudly, more than with anyone else. ,,Hey! It's not bullshit!” You slapped Mike's arm, and you needed to to admit that it was not only a risky but also a flirtatious move, but he was okay with that actually. He laugh even more. ,,It is, I don't understand how can anyone watch this” ,,You do” Mike nodded his head to the side, you got him. ,,You're right, but just because of you!” He nudged you gently, starting the war.

You opened my mouth offensively and Mike knew very well, what was coming. You started slapping, tickling, kicking each other. Of course, Mike was being really gentle with you, if he had just added a little more of his strength, you would have been already on the floor, covered in blood. Even so, Mike was quite stronger than you and most importantly, he found your ticklish weak point, which he immediately exploited and you couldn't control myself. "Stop it!" You screamed with laughter and kept closing and opening your eyes.

After a while, his touches on your weak spot started to slow down, until they stopped completely, and you could open my eyes. Suddenly, Mike was on top of you, his head right in front of yours, both hands resting on the couch, right next to your head. His cute puppy eyes looked so hungry and adorable at the same time. His lips looked so juicy and kissable, his hair looked so soft to touch, god you felt the tickling in your stomach, more specificaly, butterflies. You didn't know where to look first, if in his eyes, or lips, or hair, or just face, but Mike helped you to choose.

His lips conected with yours, your eyes both automatically shuted, and the typical squelch sound, rang your ears pleasantly. You automatically slipped your fingers into his silky hair, as Mike gently cupped your cheek with his palm and stroked your face with his thumb. Each kiss got hungrier and hungrier. You have both wanted to do this for an awful long time, but the right opportunity never presented itself, or you just didn't have the courage.

His kisses and touches were not like others. He was gentle, kind, loving...until you started tugging at his wavy locks from time to time and innocently digging your sharp nails into his back, even through his t-shirt, there must have been blood lines there.

Mike started twitching with his lips, moves, touches and his silent, almost unhearable moans were now really loud. You tormented him, but he tormented me too. You waited for him to take the next step, grabbing you and undressing you like a wild animal. It was as if he read youe mind, and just when you wanted it so badly, he stopped kissing you, grabbed your back and forced you to wrap yourself around him like a monkey. When he got on his feet, his face was screaming that he has sinful intentions with you, and you were so into it. You both giggled a bit, before you kissed again, but this time finally more roughly. The atmosphere around you started to get hotter and heavier, your lust for Mike grew fast and his hand placements were definitely more fearless.

With your legs around his weist, your arms around his neck, he was holding you by your back and walking with you carefully but fast towards bedroom, to more comfortable place with huge space in a bed. He opened the door with your back gently and placed you on the soft bed. He closed the door, even there was just two of you in the house, and immediately get above you, kissing you while smiling.

You both couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't slowly touch each other, slowly undress, this was out of the question here. Everything was so rush, that you blinked twice and suddenly, Mike was only in his shorts, while you were still fully clouthed. Of course, Mike take care of it quickly and take off your pants, immediately put his face closer to your red delicate panties. You breath shakily, as you saw Mike's head between your legs. You always dream about this moment, but never thought it would happened.

Your whole body started vibrating, as Mikes hands were, this time slowly, exploring your naked legs. He lightly ran them down, to the sides and back again. He was looking at you, watching your every move, but mainly trying to analyze your facial expressions. Whenever you winced more than you should, he focused mostly on that point. For a moment, you didn't believe Mike was real.

,,Gosh you smelled so good” he whimpers quickly as he kisses your inner thights, making your vagina pulse even more than before. Mike definitely notices your quiet moans were getting kind of out of controll and you try your best to not scream or moan loudly Mike's name. You could feel his devilish smile forming into your soft skin, full of goosebumps.

But Mike's seductive kissing of your legs instantly turned into biting and creating hickeys all over there. You pulled Mike's hair, arched your back and bit your lips. You were desperate, you wanted to just pull Mike's face right into your core and just let the man do what he should. But Mike couldn't stand it for long either. His penis was twitching in those thight shorts, and in that moment, it was his dick who take the role, over the brain or even heart.

He pulled his lips away from your legs and pressed them to yours this time, dry but thirsty for his. His tasteful saliva melted into yours, your tongues were so synchronized like some pretty song and Mike's hands were finally going in the way you wanted. He slowly pulled up your (his) hoodie up, but just a little bit, to unreveal your gorgous panties in all their beauty. He stopped kissing you for a moment, just to quickly checked there and smile a bit. Then he continued into glueing your and his mouth together.

You felt his fingers getting under the panties, just traveling on your skin slightly, before finding your clit and began to rub it a little. This is where the fun starts. You quietly moan into Mike's mouth, pulling his hair and moving your legs randomly. Mike has magical hands, and it didn't take too long for him to find the perfect speed and rhytm, that make your body go wild. ,,Shit” you couldn't hold the kissing anymore. You rolled your eyes and dig the back of your head into the pillow, while your eyes were shut strongly and you teeth started making blood staints on your lips.

,,Do you like that?” Motherfucker knew damn well you love that, but he just have to ask. You roughly nodded and try to hold the moans and tension in yourself. But Mike wanted more, so without warning he inserted not one, but two fingers into your vagina, which made you automatically drop your jaw open and whimper as loud as you could.

As if Mike had known you and your body for years, he knew exactly what to do to make you writhe like a snake, panting uncontrollably and digging your nails into not only Mike's hair, but the sheet next to you. Mike wiggled his fingers inside of you as he teased your clit with his thumb and was so in sync...even you don't do it that well to yourself.

You mumbled, moan, whimper, you had no control over your vocal cords anymore, not over your body either. You couldn't stay still, your entire body succumbed to a pleasurable tension, your legs began to shake and close until your stomach clenched, you leaned back and sighed so loudly, that even the neighbors could hear you miles away. ,,Fuck~” That's the last thing you whisper before you climax on Mike's fingers, whining and breathing like you just ran a marathon without a break.

You open your eyes just to see Mike, smiling at your relief. It was comfort, but also sort of horny smile that he has on his face, making him even more attractive, than he was before. He slowly pulled out his fingers out of your core, making you moan really quietly, that even mosquitos couldn't hear you, and he poke the two fingers, still glistening after your orgasm, into his mouth, sucking all your cum out of them. Even though you experienced the strongest orgasm of your life just a moment ago, you can't feel your legs and your core is still recovering, this maneuver by Mike immediately moved you and prepared you for the next round.

,,You taste so freaking amazing” Mike said quickly, almost desperatly with his husky voice and roughly put his lips into yours again. These kisses were definitely different, than before. These directly hinted at what would happen next. They were full of passion and the atmosphere around you smelled of sex.

After few moments of wildly kissing, you could hear how Mike is finally taking off his trousers, thus finally freeing his hard erection. You felt his hardness, poking you into your inner thigh. Mike didn't waste any time and took off your panties roughly. He treated them as if they were standing in his way, which they kind of did.

You exhale a little, when you felt the fresh cold air hitting your naked core. Mike stopped kissing you and he looked into your eyes to give him permission. When you nodded, a small hint of smile flicked on his face, before he burried his face into your neck, sucking and kissing there, while he slowly started moving his hips, brushing his tip against your thrusting core.

Mike nuzzled your neck pleasantly, tickling you, but you were preoccupied with your desire and arousal, which was already above average. Mike notice your body, how it twitched and moved, trying so hard to reach his tip and just ride him like a horse. ,,Please” this word was enough for Mike, without any much warning, he slowly started to slide his cock inside you. You tried to catch your breath at how much he was stretching you. Your eyes couldn't see it, but you felt very well how big his erection was. You could feel every vein.

It was endless, you were already full, you thought you would burst in no time, but Mike still wasn't all inside you. You whimpered, tears automatically streaming down your face. Mike placed gentle kisses behind your ears and comforted you with phrases: good girl, just like that, shhhh. It helped a bit, but you still felt the pain down there. Finally, Mike stopped moving and let you relax a bit, while he get up from your neck and now was above you, admiring you. Your eyes were closed, teeth cut deep below the lips and both hands squeezing the sheet on either side. You knew Mike had changed his head position but you didn't have strength to open your eyes.

After few seconds, the pain was finally getting better and you felt like continue. You open your eyes and smile at Mike. He look like a cute puppy, waiting for your permission to continue or to do practically anything. You nod slowly and Mike exhale in joy and happiness. He adjusted himself a bit and started slowly and carefully thrusting into you. Right from the start he started to hit your sweet spot, and that pain that was just a few seconds there? All gone. Now, it was all just a pure pleasure.

Your mouth was slightly opened, leaving quiet and sweet sighing. You couldn't keep your eyes open, all your senses were starting to slowly disappear. A pleasant feeling began to surround you and your quickening sigh signaled Mike to pick up his pace as well. Wet slapping started to get loud, Mike's moaning wasn't in rhytm anymore and both of you could feel that you are close.

The amount of swearing that leave Mike's and your mouth was endless. Mike's moves started being sloppy, the bed with both of you were moving just as Mike was roughly thrusting into you, you started seeing stars with your eyes closed. ,,Mike I-“ you wanted to inform him that you won't take it much longer, but Mike knew it damn well. After few more thrust, he burst his face into your neck again, going much deeper into you than you though it's possible, and with one last strong and wet slap, he whine loudly as he orgasm. You climax just as he put his head into you neck, your legs shaking, full body vibrating and the sweat was dripping all over Mike and you too.

You too take a break for a moment, before Mike slowly pulled his dick out of your wet and stretched core. You both sighed at the lost. Mike colapsed on the bed right next to you, still trying to catch his breath. But it wouldn't be gentleman, if he didn't take care of you after sex. He grab a duvet and cover your lower naked part and him too. He turned his head to look at you, but you looked so done. ,,Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, his heart beating more faster than ut probably should. You just nodded, you had no energy to even respond with words. ,,I am gonna give you some water 'kay?” he sat up and give you comfort kiss on forehead, before he get off bed, put on some shorts and went for some water.

You were devastated. Your body was numb and you couldn't tell if you could feel any parts of your body or not. You felt fantastic. It's been a long time since you last had sex, but even though you tried to find as much as you wanted in your head, it was never as good as Mike's. As if he had enough experiences, but how? He sleeps all day or takes care of Abby or goes shopping and in the evening, he has that traumatizing job...but before you could think deeper, your thoughts were interrupted by Mike, who gently sat next to you on bed and handed you a glass of water. You try to sit up but your hands were so weak that you couldn't do practically anything. Mike immediately helped you, placing the glass on the bedside table and carefully lifting you up so that you were leaning against the wall and finally sitting. You smiled at Mike as a thank you and he laughed.

"I guess I've destroyed you enough, huh?"

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kairismess · 5 months

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just let him adore you. — atsumu miya x reader

🎧 song inspo: adore you by harry styles.

🏐 genre: fluffiness with a good brew of coffee ~

✒️ word count: 1,006

💭 summary: atsumu could never move on from the one who made his heart skip a beat at first glance, he held you in his heart, even after six years, for him to grab this very opportunity to tell you how he really feels.

🍥 author's note: time to spread the harry styles agenda (i'm so late to the party)

it was one sunny morning at the local cafe atsumu frequented, there was nothing out of the ordinary that day–just the same, average routine for the pro volleyball player, when he wasn't being noticed in public, that is. he was surprisingly very good at being lowkey, especially at the one place he found the most relaxation at.

on that day, that day when the light, feathery clouds let the sun's warm rays seem through it–he was greeted by the voice of someone who sounded familiar by the counter. he turned his head to see his old classmate from high school, smiling up at him, wearing that usually mundane, boring uniform of the cafe, that looked a thousand times prettier now that you were wearing it.

he's cheeks went flushed without him realizing it, and his honey colored pupils dilated as his lips parted, his mouth hung a little open. he tried to compose himself after you called out to him again, smiling still, and he shook his head, coughing a bit. "ah, yeah, um... can i get a, uh..." he stammered, unsure now of what his usual even was anymore because: one, you didn't usually take his order–and two, it was you who was going to take his order.

you, the exchange student that ended up in his class and brightened his uneventful days up with the small hint of your smile–you, who sat next to him in class and beat him to greeting you first–you, whose pretty strawberry lipstick always made your lips shine and appear glossier, and always had a sort of colorful way of looking at and doing things.

with you, atsumu always felt like he was in a rainbow state of paradise. but today, unfortunately, it felt like today he was stuck at one end of the rainbow spectrum at a time, since... you probably didn't recognize him–and, even if you did, he wasn't sure if you'd even remember him.

well, no harm in starting over again, he thought to himself as he finally got his order out to you and you went right to work at punching his order in and making it. atsumu really felt like his usual today would be a lot more flavorful than his ordinary 'usual', because today, the first person to ever make his heart beat a tiny bit more was going to make it.

"so... ya been 'ere long?" he asked you with a partially confident smile as he watched you brew his drink. you chuckled and responded that, no, you hadn't been working here for long–you'd barely been here for a month, actually. atsumu nodded as he watched you pour in the rest of the contents of his drink, mixing them up into a beautiful slurry of shades and lights. "for a rookie, y'sure are great at this whole coffee makin' thing." you smiled at his compliment. "and... you sure are nice, mister." you complimented him back, making him blush and smile wider.

atsumu snickered as he leaned over on the counter as he watched you cover his drink and began to write his order down. "alright, um, your name, sir?" "you first." he teases, grinning sneakily, making you laugh a little at how smooth he was. you pointed to your name tag and giggled. "right here." "i know, but... there's somethin' real pretty about ya and yer name, i wanna hear what it's like for ya to introduce yerself ta me, if it ain't too much ta ask for." he admitted, blushing a little as his eyes shone even more staring up at you with a wide smile on his blushing face.

you gave in and introduced yourself to him, and atsumu repeated your name, as if to take in the fact that, indeed, you were the one that made his heart patter all those six years ago–with the same way you carried yourself and said your name, how your eyes gleamed with a darling innocence and brightness to them, and how you always seemed to catch his heartstrings and squeeze his heart in all the right places to make him love you so, so much more the more you two talked and casually spent time together.

"alright, well... tsum." "tsum?" you asked him, feeling as though you've heard that name before, somewhere in a chapter of your past that you could kind of but not wholly remember. atsumu nodded. "spell it however ya want, i ain't that uptight 'bout it." he spoke, trusting you that you'd remember him well enough, even just barely, to spell his name the way you always did–because you gave him that nickname, 'tsum', and he grew to love it ever since, because... you gave him that name when you two became friends.

"this may be strange, tsum, but... i feel like i know you from somewhere." you confessed, feeling a bit awkward and shy. atsumu chuckled and thanked you for the drink, his long, calloused fingers brushing against your own when he received the drink. "well... so do i, actually." "really?" "i think... i've seen ya in m'dreams before." he teased, which was semi-true, he had occasionally dreamt of you here and there after graduation, wondering if you two would ever meet again.

it surprised him how calm he was, seeing the first person he ever truly loved right before him–and though he was always confused about what exactly he felt about you back then since he was so young and unsure... he knows how he really feels now, and he couldn't be any happier to feel it again and see you, be with you in the very cafe he loved visiting.

he doesn't mind how long it takes, he doesn't need you to love him, you don't have to say anything to fill the silence with him or say you're his when you two are starting out again–he'd gladly walk through fire for you, he'd do any and everything for you... just let him adore you. it's all he'll ever do, and all he's ever done.

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theyhavetakenovermylife · 4 months

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hello hii so uh. if youre taking requests can you make an nsfw 03 raph x fem!reader thingie?? with a little bit of submissive-ish raph if you dont mind:3

Good Boy (18+)

2003!Raphael x reader

A/N: Sure I can!❤️Even though it became a little more than a thingie, and I might have made him a bit more than just submissive-ish, as I got carried away, but I’m sure it’ll still work😂 Hope you enjoy!❤️

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You have long been wanting to switch the roles in the bedroom, and finally Raphael allows you to do so❤️

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Spelling, dom reader and sub Raph, oral - male receiving, a little bit handjob, dirty talk, using of the term “good boy” quite a lot, turtley anatomy, a little bit of stripping, teasing, unprotected sex, cowgirl, light choking, getting rougher towards the end, a lot of begging oboy, desperation?

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Your boyfriend had never really been the submissive type. It was just not natural for Raphael. He did not like when anybody told him what to do. Heck, he even clashed with his older brother, getting mad whenever Leonardo told him to do something. It was not that Raph did not want to do it, it was more the fact that someone had told him to. That just didn’t work for him.

And just like Raph didn’t like to take orders by his brothers, he did not like it in the bedroom. To put it simple; your boyfriend was very dominant during sex. Not that you complained, no, not at all. You loved your boyfriend, and you most definitely liked his rough side during sex. But as much as you liked being dominated by Raphael, you could not deny your curiosity for trying something else.

First time you brought up the topic of the two of you switching roles, Raph looked very displeased. With his arms crossed and an almost scolding frown on his face. It was a clear no.

The second time you brought up, Raph shut you the sharpest glare ever. Not happening.

The third time he just shot the conversation down before it could even start, knowing fully well what you wanted to ask him.

But the fourth time, he actually thought about it for a moment. He still told you no, but he actually thought about it. And he continued to think about it the day afterwards. And the day after that. And the day after that…

It took a week before Raph came to you, acting more tough than he ever had before, acting unbothered as he stretched his arms out above his head.

“I’ve been thinking, babe”, he started out, acting as if he didn’t see the smug smile spreading across your face. You already knew what he was going to say. “If ya really want ta try bein’ the dominant one in bed, I don’t see why I shouldn’ let ya do it one time”.

And that was the events that led to you and Raph making out on a mattress in his room late at night, once you were sure his family had gone to bed. You were straddling his hips, your pants long gone by now, leaving you in only your underwear and the shirt you had intended to sleep in, as you and Raph’s lips and tongues moved together, exploring the areas the two of you knew so well by now. Small hums escaped your connected lips, along with the wet sounds that came from your hungry kisses.

Raph did what he usually would do when the two of you were in a position like this; he would let his hands wander up your thighs, until they rested on your ass cheeks. From here he would usually rais one of his hands, before letting it fall back against your skin with a loud smack, causing you to jolt and moan against him, as he would start to roughly squish both your cheeks. But this time was different.

Raph let out a surprised sound against your lips, when he found his hands pinned by his head. It was as if he had forgotten your conversation earlier that day.

“Hey, that’s not fair, babe!”, he exclaimed, wiggling his wrists in your grip. “I was enjoyin’ myself there!”

“But you promised me, Raph”, you tsked, shaking your head at your boyfriend.

“Yeah, but that was before ya started kissin’ me!”, he growled. “Ya know I can’t help myself when sittin’ on top of me, looking so tasty”.

“No, I understand, Raphie”, you said with a fake sigh. “I should have known you couldn’t take it”.

Raph paused for a moment. “What did you say?”

“It makes sense why you don’t want me to dominate you, Raphie”, you sighed, letting go of his wrists so you could sit back onto his lap. “if you can’t take it, that changes everything”.

“Hey! I can take it”, Raph rumbled. You had to fight in order not to smile.

“Are you sure about that?”, you asked, acting unsure.

“I’m more than sure”, Raph boasted, puffing his chest up slightly. “Ya know me, babe. I can take anything”.

“Well, in that case”, you said, your eyes sparkling with michevie as you leaned over him, your thumb finding his lower lip, dragging it down. “Be a good boy and do as I say”.

Raph’s widened. He stared at you as the air disappeared from his lungs. He did not fight the finger on his lip, nor the fact that you had called him a good boy, the same way used to call you a good girl, instead he just stared at you, his lip trembling ever so slightly under your finger. You hummed in slight amusement. This was going to be fun.

You removed your finger from his lip and took his wrists once more, moving them further up. “These stay up here”, you smiled with a sultry voice.

“What happens if they don’t?”, Raph said, masking his small anticipation with a smirk. But the rise and fall of his chest and his heavy breathing gave him away.

“Oh that won’t happen”, you smirked, slowly letting your fingers trail from his wrists and down his arms. “Because good boys do as they have been told”.

Raph’s breath hitched at this comment. His fist clenched around themselves, his mouth dry as he tried to swallow. With a half smile you leaned back down toward his face, chuckling as he tried to capture your lips with. Instead you grabbed a hold of his chin, turning it to the side, giving you room to leave small tender kisses down his neck. Raph sighed, and his fingers moved over his head, as he tried to keep himself still, trying hard not to focus on the way your lips felt against his skin, or the scent of your arousal that filled the room.

You chuckled at his reaction, before lightly biting down onto his soft stop. Raph gasped at this, suppressing a moan. His hands lifted from the bed, ready to get a hold of you, but he quickly became aware, slamming them back down where you hand told him to keep them.

“See what a good boy you are”, you hummed. “Doing exactly as I’ve told you to. You’re doing so well, Raphie”.

“Goddamn, (Y/N)”, he sighed, fighting hard not to let out a needy moan. He had fallen harder into your grip than he had thought he would, already feeling the familiar feeling around his cloaca, letting him know he would be dropping soon. Raph had never been that quick to drop before, clenching every muscle hoping to halt it.

“What is it, Raphie?”, you asked in his ear, the feeling for you breathing against his skin making him shut his eyes, hoping to regain some kind of control. But your next words almost made him lose the little he had left. “Are you goin to drop for me, is that it, Raphael?”

With all of his focus on making his arms stay down, Raph felt as if he had no control over his mouth. The words that left his lips were not ones he intended, yet they sprung furth anyway, uncovering how he actually felt about this whole situation. “Yes”.

“Then do it, big boy”, you commanded, nibbling on his skin once more, as you slowly started grinding your hips against his. Strained moans left Raph’s parted lips, his eyes still shut and his brow bones frowning in pleasure. It didn’t take long before you felt his hardness emerge from his cloaca, poking against your naked thigh. You smiled, leaning back a little so you could look down on your heavy breathing boyfriend, watching his eyes shut open when you lifted your hips from his.

“Continue that good behavior, and don’t move”, you hummed, before you started to kiss around his collarbone at the top of his plastron. Raph sucked in a breath of air, his chest rising as you started to move down, your lips kissing along the line in the middle of his plastron, the vein in his neck standing out as he tried to do every single mantra in his mind that he could think of.

Your fingers started tracing down his sides as you went down, making him raise his head so he could look down, watching you with his mouth agape. The moan that left his mouth was louder than he intended, making him groan in frustration. Raph had always known you were hot. His dream dream girl, who he was so lucky to have as his girlfriend, but this was ridiculous. The way your eyes looked at him made him scream inside his head, thinking of all the time he easily pushed you over if you started teasing him, taking you hard and rough on the spot. But why didn’t he do it now? Well, to put it quite simply, he liked it. He liked the way you had taken charge of him and given him that little nickname, even though he wouldn’t admit it to himself just yet.

Raph watched in anticipation as your lips got to his hip, your eyes looking back at him with a small smile, as you started to kiss around his hard shaft, the vein in his neck pumping away. He groaned lightly as one of your hands slowly grabbed onto him, holding him still, as you slowly started licking your way up to the head. Raph almost broke when you licked over the slit of his head, picking up any pre-cum with the tip of your tongue, before slowly taking him into your mouth. Raph let his head fall back, savoring the feeling of your tongue against him, as you hollowed out your cheeks before moving your head up and down.

As you started to increase the speed, Raph found it harder and harder to keep quiet, his moans becoming more and more audible, almost forgetting that the entrance to his room was nothing but a large arch with no door.

“Fuck”, Raph moaned, his legs shaking as he fought against the urge to buckle up against you and your pretty mouth. “Please don’t stop, (Y/N). Fuck”.

You chuckled, the vibrations making Raph’s hands clench onto the pillow his head rested upon, holding back an even louder moan.

You took him out of your mouth, using your hand to pump him as you spoke. “You like that, Raphie?”

“Yes”, he choked out, closing his eyes once more, focusing on how your hand felt around him, using your spit to glide over him, praying for the moment your mouth would be around him once more. “I like it. I really fucking like it”.

“Then you’re going to love this”, you said, before letting go of him. Raph was about to protest, ready to scream how badly he wanted you back around him, until he saw you taking your shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the room, leaving you almost completely naked, with the exception of your underwear. It did not matter how many times Raph saw you naked, he was left awestruck every time.

You slowly stood up before slowly shimmying your underwear down your legs, using your foot to flick them off to the side of the room. Raph could feel his mouth watering at the sight, holding on tighter to the pillow, just as you stood over him, one leg on either side of him, before you slowly sat down, hovering over Raph’s aching manhood. One of your hands went down between your legs, letting a finger run through your wet folds, just to tease him, before letting the same finger run down his shaft, making a line using your own slick. Raph once again had to fight the urge to not just grab you by the waist, so he could pull you down upon him, groaning through clenched teeth.

“What’s the matter?”, you asked sweetly as you took a hold of him once more, slowly letting his head slide back and forth between your lower lips, making him shiver as he felt your slick drip down his length. “Is there something on your mind, Raph?”

“Fuck, (Y/N), don’t tease”, he groaned, trying to force the pillow further against the mattras, just to keep him hands busy.

“Then what do you want?”, you asked, turning your head to the side, removing his head from your warm core, causing Raph to moan in frustration. “Use your words, pretty boy”.

“Just ride me, (Y/N)”, he growled, his thighs locking up his he wouldn’t just thrust up against you.

You tsked, shaking your head. “That doesn’t sound like something a good boy would say. Try again, Raph”, you said, your thumb slowly doing circles around the slit of his head.

Raph moaned, his breathing heavier than before, his toes curling at your actions and his patience running thin. But he knew just what you wanted. It was the same thing that he always wanted from you. You wanted him to beg for it. You wanted to hear him beg and whimper with desperation, needy for you to do something. And it was just your luck that Raph was beginning to become that desperate, his head spinning at the mere thought of your walls around him.

“Please ride me, (Y/N)”, he whimpered, his eyes closing for a short moment, almost losing the ability to speak as you speed up your movements around his slit. “Fuck! Please just ride me, babe. I want ya ta ride me, please!”

Your thumb stopped its torture before you lined him up against your entrance. “See”, you said. “It’s not that hard being a good boy, is it?”

You slowly sank down onto him, humming at the feeling of him stretching you out as you went down. The moan that escaped Raph was louder than any of you had anticipated, making you smile smugly as you slid all the way down, until your hips met his. Raph looked down to where your hips connected, groaning as he felt you clench your muscles around him, just as you rose up once more, only to sit back down on him once more. You leaned forward, placing your hands on his chest for support, as you painfully slowly continued your movement.

“Faster, (Y/N), please”, he moaned, every muscle in his body locking up, holding him back from jumping on you.

“As you wish”, you hummed before you gradually started speeding up the movement of your hips, bouncing faster and harder against him, the sound of your skin slapping together, slowly getting louder and louder.

Raph’s hands fumbled around the pillow. He almost couldn’t contain himself anymore. He just had to touch you. His hands almost burned with the need for your skin.

“Can I touch ya?”, he asked in his breathy voice. “Please, (Y/N), I need to”.

“Only because you asked so nicely”, you answered, your voice strained by the movement of your lower body.

As if they were burned by the pillow, Raph’s hands flew to your body, feeling anywhere he could get them. From your bouncing breast down your side and onto your thighs, his hands moved with urgency, in a way they had never done before. You in turn did something that only had been the one to do all throughout your sexual adventures. One of your hands went to his neck, putting slight pressure around his throat. Raph was shocked, yet he moaned, his head falling back as your hand slowly closed around his airway, providing him just enough to breath.

The sight before you made you feel like a feral animal. You would not stop yourself from leaning forwards until your lips found Raph’s neck once more, leaving a trail of kisses and bites everywhere they went, causing Raph’s hands to latch onto your thighs, his nails digging in.

This was nothing like Raph had ever imagined it would be like. His hands holding on to your thighs for dear life as you rode him, one of your hands around his neck in a light chokehold, his head spinning with every little kiss and bite you left around his shoulder and neck.

“Are you a good boy, Raphie?”, you asked, your airy voice in his ear, creating stars in his eyes, his vision blurred by pure pleasure. How could you make him feel so good so easily?

“Yes!”, Raph choked out in a whimper you only had been able to dream about. “I’m a good boy!” His hands fumbled from your thighs to your ass. “Please, let me do it, (Y/N)! Let me fuck ya!”

You laughed, bringing your other hand up to cup his cheek, leaning his head forward so you could look him in the eyes.

“How considerate. Go ahead, Raphie, show me exactly what a good boy you are”.

That was all Raph needed, before the last bits of restraints disappeared. With full force he grabbed onto you, bending his knees before he started to thrust wildly up into you. He moaned out loud as the nails of your other hands started clawing into his arm. The world started spinning before his eyes, and then he felt your walls close in around him, bringing him closer to his own building peak.

“I’m gonna cum”, he whispered in a strained voice, his hips never stopping.

“Me too”, you moaned, your hand around his neck forcing him to look at you. “Cum for me, Raphie. Fill me up”.

That was the last bit Raph needed before his hip started buckling against you, his orgasm rushing over him. You followed right after, your muscles contracting around him as he started to fill you up.

As the two of you finally started to calm down from your high, you removed your hand from around his neck before you laid down against his chest, too tired to move off of him. Raph in turn wrapped his arms around, holding you close as the blurriness of his vision slowly disappeared.

“So”, you asked, cuddling your face against your boyfriend’s neck, one of your fingers slowly doing shapes on his plastron. “What did you think of it?”

“It was different”, Raph breathed out with a smile. “But not bad”.

“Does that mean you let me do it again?”, you asked, a bright yet teasing smile on your lips.

“Wow, wow”, Raph laughed. “I did not say that!”

“No, but it was implied”, you teased.

Raph hummed, his eyes narrowing down at you. “Maybe”.

You chuckled before getting up so you could place a tender kiss onto his lips. “Good boy”.

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fruity-mega-coconut69 · 11 months

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Fake

[Pairings]: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

[Summary]: At the end, your fake relationship does not stop you from loving Tara Carpenter and you too, get your happy ending.

[Warnings]: Swearing, bad writing, not proof-read.

“Y/N! Are you ready?!”

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“Yes! Jesus!I’m coming” You yell, coming out of your room to meet Kash.

When you come face-to-face, he is smirking. “That’s what she said:” Rolling your eyes, you slap his shoulder and walk past him.

“That’s not funny. “

He snorts and follows you out the door and down the stairs, leaving your apartment and locking the door. “Uh, yes it is?” You just shake your head, walking down the stairs. You arrive at the entrance and Kash opens the door for you, you roll your eyes once again and walk out, heading towards Kash’s car.

“You know, if you roll your eyes that much it might get stuck in the back of your fucking head.” He shrugs as he walks over to the driver's side.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Oh, which car is this now? Is it a new one?” You ask, sliding your hand over the hood before placing it on the door handle and opening the door.

He looks over before getting in. “No. I just haven’t used it in a while. I got it for my 20th birthday. “ You raise your eyebrows at him, but get in and close the door after you. Kash smiles. “ This baby is an Electric 1967 Ford Mustang. “ He brags as he starts the engine.

“Alright, alright. I get it, you’re rich. Now let’s get going before Mindy or Sam get mad at us for being late. “

“Oh, shit. Yeah. “With that, he drives out of the parking lot and speeds down the busy New York streets until he gets to your friend's apartment building. You see them at the side of the road, standing beside Sam’s car. A white peugeot 2008. Kash parks his car behind Sam’s and you guys get out.

Chad comes over to you and Kash, he hugs you with a smile and greets you. Then, he turns to Kash and gives him one of his bear-hugs too. As you look at the interaction, you smirk at Kash’s red face. When all of your friends greet you, Quinn speaks up.

“Ooh, I wasn’t informed that you were bringing your boyfriend, Y/N” Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Tara roll her eyes and put a deep scowl on her face, which goes unnoticed by you.

“Well, not my problem. “ You say, chuckling .

“Okay, everybody ready to go?” Sam shouts as she gathers their bags. Everyone nods and gets in her car. Huffing, you hold out your hand and Kash places his in it, leading you back to the car and letting go to get in the driver’s seat.

And, you start your journey to the beach.

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As you slowly arrive, you and Kash are still singing and dancing to ‘Manila’ by Ray Dalton and Alvaro Soler.When the song ends and you realize that you arrived, the two of you break out into laughter. You and Kash get out and he goes to get your bags while you join your friends.

“Heyy, how was your ride?”

Tara is first to turn around and your smile widens as you take in her appearance. A white tank-top with green cargo pants.” Hii, it was great, thanks! Yours? “ Her eyes sparkle as she smiles while looking at you, you immediately melt at the sight of her pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Good, Good. “ You mumble as you look away when you feel your face flush. Then Kash arrives and puts an arm around your shoulders then smiles at Tara. The others start going towards the sore and Kash gasps and yells at them to wait up. The three of you walk beside each other with you in the middle. Kash then looks at you and takes in your flushed state then laughs and looks at you teasingly.

When you catch up with the others, you all start having funny conversations. You guys search for a good spot to lay your blankets out on for a while then you finally find one and settle down, everyone changing into their swimwear. Kash and you lie down on sun-beds beside each other and laugh about random things. When you quiet down, you catch him staring at Chad as he plays volleyball with Mindy, Anika and Ethan. Grabbing your magazine, you slap him on the stomach with it causing him to look at you.

“What?”

You let out a laugh. “Stop staring at him. It’s weird. Ask him out! “

He sighs. “You know I can’t. Firstly, it would be weird, considering you are my ‘girlfriend’ and secondly, I don’t know how! “ He whines and you laugh.

As you continue talking, you don’t notice Tara staring harshly from the -not so far- distance. Instead, it’S Quinn who notices and nudges her friend's shoulder causing her to look at Quinn. “ What? “

“He won’t get swallowed up by the ground even if you glare at him the whole day, T” She lets out a laugh as Tara huffs and shifts beside Quinn, no longer staring at you guys.

She puts her hands on her face and groans. “I knowwwww! “

“You should talk to her. “ Tara looks at Quinn with wide eyes.

“About what?”

“Well, I don’t know, maybe about how you’re in love with her? “

Tara shakes her head in disapproval. “I can’t do that. What about Kash? He is a sweet guy. “

Quinn sits up with a serious look on her face. “Come on, T. I know that too. But It would be easier for you too. Don’t you think? “ Tara just shakes her head and Quinn scoffs, getting and leaning down to yank Tara up from the ground. “I don’t care. You are going to talk to her. Now.” Then pushes her forwards.

Tara looks at her as she lies back down and glares, Quinn just smiles innocently and makes a whooshing sign with her hand. Tara rolls her eyes, but starts walking nonetheless.

When Kash notices Tara walking over, he nudges your shoulder and points at her. “Oh, looks like I’m joining volleyball. See ya!” With that, he flies out of the sun bed and runs over to the others. Groaning, you fall back into your sunbed.

Tara arrives and sits down beside you. You turn and smile at her. “Hey, what brings you here? “

She rolls her eyes, but then smiles. “Quinn can be so annoying sometimes. “ At that, you let out a giggle and for a second or two, Tara is stuck, staring at your face, your lips, your nose, your eyebrows then she meets your eyes and you both blush.

Clearing your throat, you nod and smile at her. “Yeah, but that’s why we love her. Isn’t it? “ Tara nods while grinning then looks at the others. Sam is laying on her blanket beside Danny, tanning. Ethan, Anika and Mindy are at the bar ordering drinks, Quinn is where she left her, reading a book. And Chad and Kash are in the water, splashing it at each other.

You swallow when you look at her fully. She is now wearing a black bikini, her skin glowing in the light of the sun. “Hey, let’s go in the water, yeah?”

“Alright”

And with that, the two of you run towards the water at full speed then when you are far enough ,jump in while laughing and giggling. After that, you and Tara just float around each other in comfortable silence with smiles on your faces.

Your heart is beating fast and your breathing is shaky as well as your voice when you speak up quietly. “Uhm…..I like you. “

Tara straightens up and looks at you. “Well I like you too Y/N. Where did that come from” She laughs nervously, trying not to read anything into what you said until you speak again.

“No, no. I mean I like like you, Tara! Hell even love you! “ You don’t know where this is coming from but you just go with it.

Tara smiles “ I… like like you too, Y/N.” Then it fades as she glances behind you at Kash, who is still fooling around with Chad. You follow her line of sight and let out a breath.

“L-Look, I know what you’re thinking. But let me explain. Okay?” Tara nods. “Okay.So, i’m actually Kash’s fake girlfriend and he is actually gay, but he is scared to come out to her family, so when on one of the family dinners they asked him about his girlfriend that was non-existent and the next day he turned to me, so yeah.” Tara’s mouth is forming an ‘o’ shape as her eyes dance between you and Kash. “Yeah. “ You let out a breath, the slightly cold water cooling your body.

Then, you see Tara moving closer and you gasp when she is inches away from you. A smirk is placed on her lips then she pulls you closer by your waist, flushing your bodies together. A nervous chuckle leaves your lips then it’s muffled as Tara places hers on them. At first, you are tense, but you quickly relax and cup Tara’s face, tilting your head to the side, deepening the kiss. You let out a sigh as her mouth moves against yours smoothly, her fingers squeezing your hips before pulling away.

“Hhmm, I’ve been waiting to do that.”

You let out a laugh. “Yeah, me too”

There is a beat of silence before your eyes meet and your lips clash against each other again. Her arm wraps around your waist fully this time and yours are around her shoulders as you guys kiss passionately. A smile makes it’s way on your face as Tara’s tongue pokes your lower lip before you open your mouth and it slides in, exploring your mouth and dancing with your own. She hums when you let out a low groan then pulls back slowly, just enough so your foreheads bump together.

“I… Love you” She mutters shyly, panting.

“I love you, too” You're also panting slightly.

What you don’t know is that Kash and Chad already got out of the water and joined the others. Upon noticing you and Tara- and the others confusion- Kash explained the whole situation and he also didn’t miss the slight redness in Chad's cheeks.

Only when you and Tara hear a long wave of, ‘whoo’s and ‘Yay’s is that you look up to see your friends jumping around and cheering, not caring about the hundreds of people staring at them.

Glancing back at you, Tara laughs and a second later you join too.

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A/N: it's kinda short, so sorry

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x you #scream franchise #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #scream fanfic #jenna ortega x you #scream vi #Spotify

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valeriianz · 9 months

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yeah, okay. how about a Parent Trap dreamling AU?

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“I was hoping I’d find you out here.”

Hob only speaks once he’s mere feet from Dream, at the end of the pier. Dream surely had heard him approach, the damp, squeaky wood of the dock giving him away. But Dream hadn’t looked back.

He looks at Hob now, twisting his head just enough to watch as Hob carefully sits next to him with a grunt, unfolding his legs to let them drape over the edge and his shoes inches away from the surface of the water.

They say nothing for a while, staring straight ahead, out past the lake, the murky waters gentle and reflecting the clouds above, moving just enough in the soft breeze to reveal rays of the setting sun here and there.

This whole trip had been… interesting, to say the least. A weekend vacation at a resort gone completely haywire. Hob certainly hadn’t expected to see his ex-husband getting necked in the elevator by some well-dressed blond wearing sunglasses. Indoors.

The look on Dream’s face, as he and Hob made eye contact across the lobby, just before the elevator doors closed, had been hilarious though.

“Our sons.” Dream finally says with a hint of astonishment, his low voice barely disturbing the quiet.

Hob huffs out a laugh, closing his eyes and leaning back on his hands.

“Can’t believe they did this.”

Hob can sense Dream looking at him, and cracks an eye open to catch his gaze.

“No?”

Hob laughs again, shaking his head. Clearing it. From the deep blue of Dream’s eyes. Still as striking as ever, even weathered from age. Twelve years.

“He gets it from you, I hope you are aware.” Dream continues, affection in his tone.

Hob chuckles. “Perhaps the idea was Robyn. But the logistics?” Hob peeks over, side-eyeing Dream. “That’s all from you. That’s Orpheus”

A tiny smirk tugs on Dream’s lips and Hob finds his gaze fixed to the sight. It had been a long time since he’d seen Dream smile.

“You,” Hob starts again. “And your particularities.”

“You used to find them charming, I remember.” Dream looks down into the water, kicking his legs slightly. “Not as off-putting as my personality.”

“You were very prickly, back then.” Hob agrees with a laugh, feeling bold and bumping their shoulders. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Dream goes quiet, as does Hob. Sitting in silence. Listening to the sounds of nature around them. The rustle of leaves, the sounds of birds singing, the lapping of the waves.

“They’re watching us, you know.” Dream speaks again.

Hob smiles. “I wouldn’t doubt it.”

Dream gives a long sigh, leaning forward and lacing his fingers together. Hob watches him, openly. Takes in the long form of Dream, the rolled up sleeves of his black button down, revealing creamy white forearms against equally black jeans, cuffed around the ankles. His shoes and socks are tucked next to him, and Hob wonders how often Dream lets his guard down like this now.

And Dream’s aged infuriatingly well, in his physical appearance. A little more filled out, still thin though. Like Hob could still wrap his entire body around him, embrace Dream and fit him against his chest, where he would fit best. He’s got maybe some lines on his forehead but otherwise…

“You look good, Dream.”

Dream looks sideways up at Hob before sitting up properly.

After an agonising silence, Dream sighs, his eyes moving, studying Hob.

“As do you.”

Hob licks his lips and tears his gaze away just as his eyes settle on Dream’s mouth. He clears his throat and speaks forward, forcing his thoughts out of the past.

“Robyn misses you.”

Dream laughs sadly. “He doesn’t even know me.”

He could know you, Hob thinks. “He talks about you though. He wonders… what you’re like.”

Dream sighs again, rolling his eyes upward.

“He’s been a handful this past week, pretending to be Orpheus. A menace.”

Hob laughs, pulling a hand through his hair.

“Sorry about that.

“He doesn’t like Cori.”

Hob feels a nerve twitch. Neither do I.

“Ah, Cori. That the bloke you were mackin’ on in the lift?”

Dream shoots him a pointed look and Hob smirks and winks. “Nice looking fellow– I’m assuming. Couldn’t see his face with those sunglasses.”

“He’s just a fling.”

“Ah.”

The silence between them is heavy now, turning awkward. Hob takes a sharp breath through his teeth, changing his tone to be playful.

“At your age?”

“Shut up.” Dream shoves Hob and his smile is blinding.

Hob laughs and it catches Dream, who is giggling now behind his hand and something in Hob’s chest lurches. Lodges in his throat. He looks at Dream, just them, alone and his heart is suddenly screaming with regret.

There’s an ache to touch. To feel Dream’s hands on him again, to hear his laugh, to earn his hard-won smiles. Hob wonders how much Dream had changed, if he still likes the same things. If he still takes his tea with far too much cream and sugar. If he’s still enamoured by thunderstorms, dragging Hob outside to feel the rain on his skin, laughing hysterically as a bolt of lightning would crackle and shake the earth and getting pulled back inside by Hob, who would kiss him stupid afterwards, wet and smiling.

They had both been so young when they’d married. The fights had been small but constant. Little things that bubbled up into nonsense. And they hadn’t been ready for kids. But it felt like the natural next step. Their surrogate having twins was a shock for both of them.

But they had loved Orpheus and Robyn. Unfortunately it wasn’t enough to keep them together.

Funny how, now that the boys had found each other, they were the ones pushing them back together.

[part two!]

#dreamling #hob x dream #oh no another one #somebody hold me back lmao #this came out of nowhere #i was browsing the 90s films selection on hulu tho #and this idea slammed into my brain #absolutely surprised i havent seen this yet #has it been done??#my writing #unedited this is just an idea...#like my devil wears prada au lol #dreamling parent trap au

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hyugaswhore · 1 year

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are we exclusive? ft. suna rintaro

syn✧psis : you loved him. and he loved you. but neither of you wanted to admit it; leaving you in the throes of your non-existent relationship.

c✧ntains : mdni. f!reader. slight bit of smut in the beginning. all characters 20+. minor spoiler (league team/ejp raijin). smut to fluff to angst. angst no comfort. you shout at him and he shouts at you in return. no happy ending. 2.5k words.

life's all fun and games until someone falls in love.

your eyes close in pleasure as suna kept thrusting, hitting that spot over and over again. moans and grunts accompanied the skin slapping echoing through the room as he pistoned his hips rhythmically.

wrapping an arm around your waist, he started to rub your sensitive nub, bringing you closer and closer to your high. "fuck, baby, y'feel so good around me," he grunted, his husky voice sounding like music to your ears.

a whine escaped your lines as you gripped the sheets harshly, digging your face further into the soft cushion. you babbled his name like a mantra, as if those words were all you've ever known. your back arched alerting suna the knot in your belly tightened.

pride swelled in his chest making him quicken his pace, his fingers becoming rougher on your poor clit. while your moans grew in volume until you were pushed off the edge, harshly coming on his cock, a final scream accompanying it.

the man didn't stop, trying to chase his own high. after a few more thrusts, he stilled as he pumped his cum in you, the warm filling sensation becoming all too familiar to you.

he collapsed beside you as he pulled out, the sticky white liquid oozing out of you. bated breaths sounded through the empty apartment, no other sound being heard.

the middle blocker slung an arm around you as he nuzzled his face affectionately in your neck while a small smile started to crawl its way onto your lips.

you both lay in each other's arms as the sun's rays shone through your blinds, the soft light kissing your skin as you both chuckled. you savoured the moment as you both stared at each other. so many things unsaid swirling in the pools of emotions you never admitted.

"...rin?"

the man hummed in response.

your mouth opened as you wanted to ask the question you've wanted to for months now. just three words. just one sentence. just one question. then i'd know.

the unexpected pause made him look at you in curiosity, a whisper of your name leaving him.

"i..." you sighed. "nevermind."

he reeled his head back as sharp yellow eyes narrowed at you. after receiving confirmation that you're not gonna speak again, he sighed too. removing his arms from you, he got up from the bed and the pitter-patter of his footsteps sounded as he wandered around your apartment. you find yourself frowning due to missing his warmth, not thinking he'd be leaving so soon.

the sound of water made your ears perk up, the middle blocker suddenly leaning on your doorway with a small smile, "let's get you cleaned up yeah?"

a grin soon replaced your sullen look as you nodded, "yes pleaseeee," you whined playfully, extending your arms in a grabby motion.

the athlete chuckled as he hooked his arms under your knees and neck, carrying you over to the sweet-smelling bath. he carefully put you down as he pecked your forehead and got in himself, rubbing circles on your back in an attempt to alleviate the soreness.

your relationship with suna rintaro was unusual. it wasn't one that could be defined as a simple friendship, nor was it a normal romantic relationship.

no, you two were fuck buddies.

on the notion that you two would strictly keep a friends with benefits relationship. no strings attached. a relationship that didn't have to deal with all the nonsense and problems that came with being a couple.

but even with your mutual agreement, even with all the stupid decisions, even with all the unsaid 'i love you's,' you had fallen for suna rintaro.

you stirred awake by the heavy footsteps frantically scurrying through your apartment. "rin...?" you called, rubbing your eyes to force yourself awake somehow. when you didn't hear a response you groggily got up and walked to your doorway.

eyes darted to the man speeding through the living room, trying to get all his stuff in his duffle bag.

with a yawn escaping your lips, you looked at the man in unconcentrated confusion, "why such the rush? you don't have practice today, come back to-"

"captain texted, he said we should go practice today 'cuz the storm died down," he said with uncharacteristic edge and haste.

ears perked up and becoming more alert, you asked, "what time is it now?" worry laced in your tone.

"2 pm," upon saying that, the brunet dashed out your front door with you quickly following him in tow. "did you even eat anything?!" you shouted in concern.

the middle blocker didn't miss a beat as he turned the corner swiftly, "no time!"

your eyes narrowed in irritation as you let out a sigh rubbing your temples, "this man will be the death of me."

the next half hour was spent with you showering, getting ready, and of course, preparing his food: two egg rolls, four sausages, two meatballs, broccoli and sliced carrots, some cherry tomatoes, coupled with white rice and a plum in the middle. and if it wasn't already enough, you put three onigiri left over from last night's takeout. you wrapped the lunchbox neatly before promptly rushing out the door.

luckily, your apartment was close so the drive to the gym only took seven minutes. you parked your car and briskly walked inside the building. a certain friendly libero greeting you as soon as you walked through the glass doors, a hearty hello with your name as he waved cheerily.

turning your head in the direction of his voice, a smile made its way onto your face, "mori! hey!" you waved back.

he approached you in four quick strides and gave you a hug. as he let go, a smirk appeared on his face, "ohhh, you here for someone? visiting your boyfriend?" he teased, eyeing the bento box in your hand.

blood rushed quickly to your cheeks, and you playfully shoved him away before he could notice. which he did. calling a quick 'shut up' and walking past him towards suna.

he was talking to washio, probably about their next game you guess. the raven haired man saw you approaching and waved to you, a pleasant 'nice to see you' from him. this caught the brunet's attention as he swiftly spun around with genuine confusion calling your name, "what are you doing here?"

a prideful grin broke through your face, closing your eyes and showing him the wrapped lunch, "i made you food!"

as you held up the box, you failed to notice the fox-eyed man's flush and his friend's extreme side eye.

"that's really nice of you," washio chuckled behind him, "though why only bring him lunch now?" he asked, looking at the clock near the doors, 3:47 pm.

you didn't miss a beat, "he didn't eat anything before he left the apartment," you replied, a slightly annoyed expression meeting a sheepish one.

but washio eyes widened as he easily caught your slip-up, "the apartment? you two live together?"

both of you stilled, panic glossing over your eyes. the brunet whipped around, clicking his tongue, "we don't. i was just walking by her house when the storm started to get bad." you nodded behind him confirming his lie.

"ah, very lucky you were close by," the black-eyed man said as he looked between you both, seemingly not buying it. but your shoulders both slumped in relaxation as a chuckle left his lips. "no wonder he's extra sluggish today," he joked, slapping the brunet's back. "i'll go tell the captain about it, i'm sure he'd like to have you back at top form, so go on ahead and eat," he waved to you both as he walked away.

the middle blocker stood a bit stunned as he mumbled a thank you to his teammate before turning around and pushing you to one of the quiet corners of the room. he sat down and pulled you with him, a confused "what the hell are you doing?" escaping you.

he took the box from your hands and started to unwrap it, "you didn't eat either, did you?'

he rolled his eyes when his question was met with silence, "dumbass."

the man grabbed the chopsticks and picked up one of the meatballs, holding it up to your lips.

blood once more rushed to your face, "rin what if someone sees?" you panicked, holding your hands in front of your face.

clicking his tongue in annoyance, he shoved the food further in your face, "do you wanna eat or not?"

you groaned in frustration as you dropped your arms, accepting defeat and opening your mouth.

"see that wasn't so hard was it?" he teased, the corners of his lips tugging into a smirk.

but what you didn't know was that he had fallen too.

footsteps trudged through your apartment as you sat in your studio, hand-sewing the layers of tulle onto your client's dress. the sounds of the steps coming closer until they seemingly stopped at your doorway. casting a quick glance towards the man standing there, you smirked slightly, a giddy feeling blooming in your chest. "couldn't keep away from me, huh? i know i'm irresistible rin but you were here three hours ago," you teased.

the middle blocker mirrored your own smirk, "i wasn't the one shouting 'more! more! more!'" raising his voice to mock you.

you looked at him in shock and offense as you pointed your needle at him with a flushed face, "shut the fuck up!"

his laughter boomed through the walls causing your own laughter to mix in with his. soon enough the sounds of joy died down and the room overcame a comfortable calmness.

sparing one more glance, a small smile tugged at your lips as you saw a tiny grin resting on his handsome features. chuckling, you decided to tease him one more time, "you know, if i hadn't known any better, i'd think you've fallen in love with me by the way you're looking at me like that."

your eyes trained back on the dress, not ready to see the inevitable look of disgust and call of rejection. so you weren't able to see the red quickly painting his cheeks. "keep dreaming, princess," he defended with just the slightest hint of edge in his tone.

the smile you once held quickly dropped into a frown, obviously hurt and embarrassed for even saying that. you wanted to just drop into the ground and never appear again; clinking glasses with hades was never a bad idea, no? pulling the dress closer to your face, you squinted at the non-existent details of the stitching in an attempt to hide yourself.

a suffocating stillness replaced the once peaceful silence.

the brunet coughed, trying to break the awkward atmosphere. "i'll uh, go cook dinner," he said, walking away briskly.

hearing this alarmed you, rising from the floor in an instant and walking to your doorway shouting "but rin i don-"

"samu said you haven't had a good break in a few days," he shouted as loud clangs echoed from the kitchen. "so 'm cooking our dinner and we're binging ghibli movies after!"

"i didn't agree to any of this?! i could kick you out right now you know?"

"wasn't asking babe and you wouldn't do that!"

the falling wasn't immediate, no, it was slow, and envious, and livid.

neither of you realized the starving touches, the longing looks, or the details paid attention to, but it was already too late because you both had fallen too deep.

a defeated sigh left your lips as you reluctantly double tapped the photo; a sour tase left in your mouth as you glared stared at the lucky person your boyfriend fuck buddy was on a date with. the frown settled on your lips only grew wider as you tapped into the comments.

you laughed lightly as you read the team's banter. it was adorable how they all act the same even after all these years. but that same smile soon disappeared as you typed your comment, a bitter feeling blooming in your chest. "fucking hell..."

fingers hovered over the post button before a loud ring sounded from your phone, surprising you as you recognized the familiar tone, "rin..." you shook off the nervousness and answered the call. "why're you calling me, dumbass? aren't you on a date right now with akira?" you said, trying to hide your irritation.

although the brunet knew you well. too well. he could pick up any and every tone change in your voice, even the slightest bit of annoyance, no matter how much you tried to hide it. "jesus calm down, 's almost like i'm on a date with you from the way you're saying that."

'god i fucking wish.' "you idiot it's rude to call someone else when you're on a date," you emphasized 'date' with slight venom in your tone, disliking the way he's with someone, being public about it when he never wanted that with you, and still having the audacity to call you of all people.

"yeah yeah, jus' wanted ta ask you something" he said quietly, sounding a bit guilty? sad? you couldn't quite pinpoint it.

"what?"

silence came from the other side before you heard very faint mumbling, not being able to make sense of what he said. what you could hear was 'date,' and 'instead.' your brows furrowed in confusion, "ri-suna i can't hear you, you keep mumbling."

you could hear a grumbled 'call' and 'rin' before getting agitated, "suna speak up! what do you want from me?" you yelled, voice booming in the quaint household.

the athlete flinched in surprise at your volume, your frustration, and especially that you shouted at him of all people. "fucking christ what's your problem? if you're just gonna be a bitch about me being with akira then i never should've called you in the first place!" you stared blankly with eyes and mouth wide open as the end call sound played from the device in your hands.

you shook with wrath from the abrupt and sour end to what may have been your last phone call with suna, throwing aside the gadget on the couch before you looked away. eyes suddenly meeting a framed picture of you and him. he had his arm slung around your shoulder, pulling you close as your backs faced the camera, looking out into the crashing waves and setting sun. a humourless laugh escaped you, 'it almost looks like a honeymoon photo.' you were glad that both of your expressions were hidden from the world. so that you could keep his love, or what you thought it was, a little secret to yourself. you'd never forget what he looked like—how he looked at you. as if you hung the stars in the sky, as if the world he lived in wouldn't be worth it without you by his side, as if you were the breath of fresh air he needed to survive. god how you wished it so much.

pinpricks of hot tears started cascading down your cheeks, aggrieve filling your chest. in misery and vulnerability you scrunched yourself up and buried your face in your knees, quiet sniffles and desperate breaths of air echoing in the broken home. your throat closing up as you recall the events following that photo. your heart throbbed excruciatingly, grieving for a love that never lived.

"...hey."

"?"

"are we exclusive?"

...

"no."

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got-ticket-to-ride · 2 months

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John Lennon talking about "the Beatles break up" in 1970

Breakdown:

Jann asks about the Beatles break up and John says he told Paul he is leaving (like they are the only two people in the band?)

Paul was still making a lot of plans for the band but John was already being stubborn about everything.

Paul probably thought he could/would do damage control while John has not made the announcement yet.

John saying he wasn't angry and then saying "not angry in that way" (what way then, John?) and then slipping to "we" were angry.

Paul calling John on the phone the same day (after crying his heart out for an hour) declaring : he can do the same "John and Yoko" thing

John answering like he was going to be ok with it.

Jann Wenner: You said you quit The Beatles first.

John: Yeah.

Jann Wenner: How?

John:

Well, I said to Paul, I'm leaving.

We're in Apple and I just on the way over to. I knew before I went to Toronto, I told Alan I was leaving. I told Eric Clapton and Klaus that I was leaving and I'd like to probably use them as a group, you know, and it hadn't decided how to do it, to have a permanent new group or or what. And then later on I thought, fuck, I'm not going to get stuck with another set of people in it, whoever they are. So, but I I announced it to myself and to the people around me on the way to Toronto the few days before. And on the plane, Alan came with me. I told Alan, you know, it's over. And then when I got back there was a few meetings and Alan had said, well, cool it cool it because there was a lot to do, you know, business wise it wouldn't have been suitable at the time, you know.

And then we were discussing something in the office with Paul, and Paul said something other, like like to do something or. And I kept saying no, no, no to everything, he said, you see. So it came to a point. I had to say something, of course. And well, what do you mean then? So I said, I mean the group's over, I'm leaving.

And but Alan was there. He'll remember exactly, and she will. This is my how I see it. Alan was saying don't tell.

He didn't want me to tell Paul even you know (pause). And but I couldn't help. So I thought I was out. I couldn't stop.

It came out and Paul and Alan said they were glad that I wasn't going to announce it, that I was going to make an event out of it. Right, but Paul and Alan both. I don't know whether Paul said don't tell anybody, but he was damn pleased that I wasn't, you know, he said, Oh well, that means nothing really happened if you're not going to say anything.

So that's what happened. Well, I mean, like, like anybody when you say divorce, you know, their face goes all sorts of colours. It's like he knew what really that this was the final thing, you know?

And then six months later, he comes out with whatever, you know, I told Ray Connolly. So there's a lot of people knew I'd left, but I was a fool not to do it, you know? Not to do what Paul did, which is use it to sell a record.

Jann Wenner: You were really angry at Paul.

John: No, I wasn't angry. But when he came out with his, I'm leaving. Well, I wasn't angry. I was just shit, you know, I mean, he's a good PR man, Paul. I mean, he's about the best in the world, probably. He really does a job.

I was just. I wasn't angry in that way. I was. We were all hurt that he didn't tell us.

That what he was going to do. But he, I think he claims that he didn't mean that to happen, but that's bullshit. He called me in the afternoon of that day and said I'm doing what you and Yoko were doing last year. And I said good, you know.

Mal Evans during an interview in 1975

MAL (Source): And then… John left. And I remember that well. That was really, truly a heartbreaking experience. We were in Apple, at 3 Savile Row, and John said – “It’s over.” You know? And I drove Paul home. And we got to Paul’s house, and

he spent the next hour in the house crying his eyes out.

And I just wandered around the garden like a lost soul, just crying. It was the end of the world. It was like the end of The Wizard of Oz – when she gets back to the black-and-white reality. All the colour had gone out of life.

#Mclennon Dynamic #John Lennon #Paul Mccartney #Mclennon #1970 #The Beatles #things I read to hurt myself #gttr-beatles

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jellysxtarr · 7 days

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Can I request Reader x Zip, Oliver and Edward(Platonic or romantic, whatever you choose!) on a sleepover when it starts to rain, at first just a light rain until the rain intensifies, with thunders and rays, causing a blackout in the middle of the horror film, right when the killer is about to kill its victim.

Due to the blackout, one of them had to go get the flashlights in the basement (Don't ask me why they keep the flashlights in the basement lol)Just like a horror movie script lmao! It would be funny, the three toughest people in school being afraid of just a little blackout?

Have a nice day/night! And sorry for making the request soo long!

Dw about it being too long!! I love it when people make their request detailed!

THRILLER ! | blackout with the bully trio

WARNINGS: slight mention of murder!

ᜊ. It was Zip's idea to have a sleepover, seeing that it was the weekend with nothing to do, she took the chance and popped the question the moment it came to her mind, which you all agreed to.

ᜊ. The sleepover started off simple, playing video games while screaming at each other, silly games like truth or dare and afterwards settling down for a movie! Horror, to be more specific.

ᜊ. The weather was already bad, or as in Zip's words "it's more fitting for what we're gonna watch". The rain was already light, soon turning into heavy rain with thunder emerging from the dark clouds, if any of you even went outside, you'd definitely be met with the harsh wind.

ᜊ. The movie wasn't bad, it was actually pretty good for a horror movie! Of course, if you ignore Zip's constant talking during the movie, Oliver's comments on how boring it is and Edwards provoking words on you being the first to scream if something scary happens.

ᜊ. Once finally getting to the more "scary" parts, female actors screaming around while the killer was getting more closer to ending either of their lives. It was getting exciting! Until the TV suddenly goes off.

ᜊ. Nothing seemed to work all of the sudden, lights not turning on, the TV not turning on either no matter how many times you press the "on" button. Even your friends have surprisingly gotten uneasy by the blackout, the weather was not even helping at all.

ᜊ. Recommending to go and search for a flashlight (which all three of them reluctantly agreed to), all four of you went to the basement to retrieve the flashlight, with some bickering on the way on who should go get it.

"[Name], C'mon you get it! What do you mean I should get it?! You go!" Zip's voice spoke up, sounding less playful and more nervous on heading down to the basement, even pushing you towards the door to go first.

"Yeah [Name], don't be a wuss about it. Was your idea after all." Oliver was just the same, sounding less like him and more nervous, even Edwards little "exactly!" wasn't helping any of them out either.

ᜊ. The blackout didn't last long anyway, while getting lost in the bickering and shoving on who should go first to get the flashlight, the lights turn back on which stops the bickering from continuing.

ᜊ. Awkwardly, they laughed it off with Edward later on saying on saying that all of you should finish watching the movie and afterwards go to sleep, and you guys did just that.

ᜊ. Your friends behavior was odd to say the least, not once have they reacted so nervous and reluctant to something silly like a blackout, at least you got something to tease them about later on.

#fundamental paper education #fundamental paper education x reader #fpe #fpe x reader #fpe oliver #oliver x reader #fpe zip #zip x reader #fpe edward #edward x reader

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slvtforfiction · 5 months

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Second chance romance

☆ Colby X Reader

☆ Forced proximity

☆ Fluff

☆ Ex-lovers to lovers

☆ If you are going to request: please check at the pinned post if requests are open,otherwise I will delete your requests which I have already been doing

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

☆ And credits to Pinterest for the inspiration board at the top :)

Masterlist | Pinned post

Here I was sat on a plane next to my now ex boyfriend and roommate. I have been dreading this plane journey but I’m so excited for the holiday I was to soon be on.

I pulled up Spotify on my phone,that he had conveniently bought me before we parted, and began listening to music as I prayed for this flight to be over.

I closed my eyes after I had stared out of the window for what felt like an eternity and reminded myself that it was only a 4 hour flight.

I got jostled awake as the flight attendant stood in the aisle, “Do you want a drink or a snack? I’ll buy.” He said and I rolled my eyes, “I’ll buy my own stuff,thanks.” I replied sarcastically turning to look at the flight attendant who was patiently waiting for an answer.

“Can I have a can of coke and some peanuts please?” I asked and she looked away smiling pulling a cup,a can of coke and salted peanuts out of her trolly.

“That’s £6 please.” She told me as she continued smiling almost eerily at me “Uh yeah.” I said as I pulled my bag from beneath my legs searching for my purse.

As I looked up with my purse in hand,the flight attendant had left and I turned my head slowly towards Colby.

“What happened?” I asked with a strain of anger in my voice knowing that he had not just paid her. “I paid her and she went along,it’s not a big deal.” He told me with his smile, “God sake.” And then I knew this was going to be the longest holiday I had ever had and certainly not because I was happy.

I was once again jostled awake as he stood in the aisle looking down at me, “Come on sleepy,we’re here.” He said as he grabbed his bag from the overhead bin.

“Don’t call me that.” I said groggily as I wiped my eyes and and picked up my bag from the floor slinging it over my back as we walked off the plane.

“What’s your issue with me today?” He asked as if he was being genuine “Guess.” I said rhetorically.

Whenever I was with Colby he would be editing,it was like I had come to see my boyfriend and had gotten trapped in a mirror maze.

A room full of people but at the end of the day it was only me and the lifeless body hunched over his computer.

And then it all came crashing down,but the trip was non-refundable and I was not losing a good holiday over this,so here we are.

I walked out of the airport after having made it through security and grabbed my luggage and we hopped into the taxi waiting to be transported to our hotel.

The weather was perfect,sun rays hitting my face,the sounds of the waves crashing against the beach as we reached our hotel,everything was perfect.

We walked to reception,the reminder of the queen sized bed haunting me and we went into the lift and up to the room.

I collapsed on the bed and took a deep breath,I was finally on holiday. The realisation hit me and I got off the now scrunched up,untidy bed and walked over to my suitcase pulling out my makeup and a bikini.

I ignored Colby’s attempts of talking to me and walked straight into the bathroom to do my makeup.

I only did something simple,no foundation,knowing it would melt and would definitely come off if I went in the sea.

And I walked out of the bathroom,into the bedroom to pick out my bikini. I settled on a small purple bikini which showed off my curves in all the right ways and smiled to myself as I looked in the mirror.

I snapped a picture and uploaded it to instagram,captioning it ; ‘On holiday with someone I don’t know,this will be interesting 🤷‍♀️’ and posted it with a smile.

“You coming to the beach or what?” I said as I looked back at him, “No I’m in boxers for no reason.” He said sarcastically and I smiled sarcastically back at him.

I put on my sandals and walked out of the door with two towels in hand as Colby followed behind me.

We sat down on the first beach chairs we saw that were empty and I smiled as the sun rays hit my body,warming up my already hot body.

I lied there as I took in the light breeze against my face,the natural beauty of the scenery and the delicate sounds of the waves crashing against the shore.

I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes taking in the light smell of the sea,the sound of birds above us and the touch of my skin against the sandy beach chair.

I woke up about five minutes later realising I had fallen asleep again and decided to take off into the sea.

I took off the covering around my waist to reveal my thong bikini and walked into the calm sea.

I smiled as I floated around,taking in the view around me as the realisation hit me that I was finally on holiday.

I opened my relaxed eyes to see Colby walking into the water and floating over to me.

“Hey pretty.” He said and I scoffed looking at him dead in his eyes. “Really?” I said rolling my eyes with a sarcastic undertone.

Something I had noticed was how kind Colby was attempting to be now we were on holiday and I brushed it off as sarcasm.

We stayed until sundown,taking in the beautiful sunset that would never compare to LA’s busy scenery and with that we begun to walk back to our hotel room to get changed and go to the bar across the street.

The one thing we had both noticed upon our arrival was the obvious night life this city had. Bars upon every corner,clubs on every other corner and the copious amounts of taxi ranks that seemed to be empty,waiting till night to strike their attack of expensive drives upon their drunk victims.

As I reached the hotel room I opened up my suitcase once again picking out a skin tight dress and walked into the bathroom where my makeup bag sat.

This time however I decided to completely do my face how I would in LA,foundations,highlighter etc., I mean if I was going to meet someone new it may as well be here,where I wouldn’t have to see them again.

I walked out of the bathroom and looked into the full length mirror,smiling to myself as I noticed how stunning I looked.

I once again snapped a photo of myself,posting it to instagram,captioning it ; ‘🤩,night out for me!!’ And smiling to myself as I posted it.

I looked over at Colby who had gone for a more casual look, “You coming or what?” I said hurriedly.

“Waiting for you.” He mumbled as he followed me out of the hotel and to the bar across the road. I noted to myself the amount of drunk men and women stumbling down the street and to the filled taxi ranks.

As I made my way into the bar I took a seat on the empty barstool and the bartender came over to me almost immediately.

She was very pretty,without makeup and with the apron she was probably forced to wear,she smiled at me. “Can I get a gin and tonic please?” She smiled and walked away to go make my drink.

Colby sat next to me and I almost ignored his existence,whilst I would never say it aloud a part of me missed him,when he would stop editing and actually talk to me,but I knew that was rare and it pained me to know I missed him even if it was just the memories of his touch (and his cuddles and just everything about him).

I smiled as she handed me my drink before a guy behind me came up behind me,putting his arm around my shoulder, “I’ll pay for it beautiful.” And with that he handed the woman his credit card.

I smiled and turned around,drink in hand,to face him. “Thanks for the drink,handsome.” I smiled and suddenly I felt eyes piercing into the back of my skull.

“She’s mine,fuck off.” I heard Colby almost yell at him. I slammed my drink onto the bar and stormed out,leaving the drink behind and running off to the beach.

I stood in the sand as I heard footsteps running behind me,I ignored them in hopes of the sound soon disappearing,but it didn’t the sound came right up behind me and held its hands on my waist.

“Why do you just act like I’m not here with you?” He almost yelled at me and I stomped my foot like a toddler. “News flash! You aren’t!” I said laughing at him out of anger.

“Oh and whose fault is that?” He said staring into my eyes,piercing holes through my skull. “Yours!” I yell at him.

I knew we were causing a scene,the drunk people around us most likely didn’t have any idea of what was going on. The few couples who weren’t drunk stared in awe as if we were reality television.

“You broke up with me!” He yelled back but not nearly as loud as I had. “I left you because you treated me like I wasn’t there! A fucking roommate!” I yelled back at him,my eyes tearing up.

“You don’t think I love you?” He said softly,my teary eyes looked up at him and I replied, “No.” My voice strained but not from anger,instead from holding back the voice crack caused by the tears welling up in my eyes.

“I love you so much that I haven’t left any of my electronics alone for even a second because I was too scared you would call or message and I wouldn’t be there for you. I love you so much that I would pull up your Snapchat story,your instagram,anything you had posted on that day to make sure you were okay. I love you so much that even after you blocked me I continued to message and say ‘I love you’ every night because the thought of not saying that to you makes me sick. The only reason I’m even here is to keep you in my life for fuck sake Y/n.” He said and I stared up at him.

I quickly looked back down out of shame,not wanting to face the reality of his words. “Really?” I asked him as my tears waterfall down my face. “Yes!” He laughs back lovingly.

He cups his index finger under my cheek and makes me look up at him,taking me into a hug as I cried on his shoulder. “Im gonna stain your shirt.” I laughed half heartedly, “And it will be special because it was you.” He said back softly.

He pulled out of the hug,cupping my cheek as he pulled me into a kiss,I smiled into the kiss,the tear ducts drying up as I stopped crying.

As he pulled away he whispered to me “Y/n,be mine?” And I smiled,kissing his cheek, “Ofcourse.” I said gently.

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