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leiswxrld · 3 months

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𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

pairing: Dealer!Abby x Camgirl!reader

synopsis: you’re a college student when you suddenly ran out of your fix of weed and your normal dealer is out of town so Ellie your closest friend gives you abby's number a well-known dealer on your campus but all you'll be getting is the weed right?

warnings: MDNI, 18+, pussy eating (r receiving), weed, smut, car sex, fingering (r receiving), reader is 20, praise + degradation (baby, princess, slut, mama) , dirty talk.

a/n: haven't wrote lesbian smut before but anything for abby she is so mf fine, also another thing to mention cam girl only gets mentioned once but might make it an actual thing.

credits: @cafekitsune @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for line dividers ❥

Abby Fucking Anderson.

She was the college's well known dealer and was always known to be selling drugs towards the back of the parking lot. You would see her black Mercedes parked out back and only caught a glimpse of her, she was well built, dressed in a black tank top and a pair of baggy shorts to go with it.

Her hair was always in a braid or down no in-inbetween and you barley saw her face, you'd occasionally smoke when you were stressed about the amount of assignments piling up and your last dealer was out of town so you knew he wouldn't be back for another month or so and you were desperate for some weed.

So when you ask one of closest friend's Ellie she gives you Abby's number and your now sat in the dark in your room conflicted, deciding whether or not to message her but with a rush of confidence you send her a text, watching the delivered message on your screen illuminating your room.

'You still selling'

A few minutes pass by as you're scrolling on TikTok, the anticipation killing you as you kept checking the message over and over again. Your eyes widen as you saw that she had seen your message and she began to type, the three dots appearing on your screen before a loud ding echoed in the silent dorm.

🍃 'Yh sorry was just with one of my boys if you want I'll be out back you've seen my car right'

You read the message, tapping on the back of your phone thinking of what to reply with before your typing away,

'The black Mercedes right'

She's reads it, the three dots appearing once again

🍃 'Yh meet in 5, you go to the college right'

'Yh I do'

🍃 'k meet in 5 yh'

'alr' ❤️

Abby likes your message and you turn off your phone, what were you doing, yes you were desperate for a quick fix but to go to Abby you were fucking nervous about even though you had never seen her face or even talked to her eye to eye.

You quickly dressed into the quickest thing you could find, a black skirt and pink top that was thrown onto your basket from yesterday and you grab your keys and phone, sliding into your fluffy slippers before leaving your room. It was beyond curfew just gone after 10 as you quickly leave the building, the cold bristly air hitting your arms, giving you goosebumps.

You make your way towards the back entrance parking lot, quickly spotting the black Mercedes, the trunk was open and Abby was dressed in her usual attire of a tank top and shorts with a boy just stood just a few feet from her, you recognised him to be Darren from your 1st period science lesson that sat a few seats behind you.

Approaching you finally see her face, she was breathtakingly beautiful, blue eyes, pale skin and cute freckles spread out across her nose and cheeks. A few strands fell to her face as she laughed at something Darren said, she must have noticed you approaching in her peripheral vision because her attention turned towards you as so Darren's.

Your legs felt like jelly as you got approached, her eyes scanning your face before slightly looking you up and down stopping at your thighs. Did abby just check you out ?

"Your Y/N right" she spoke out, the raspiness of her voice making your knees buckle slightly.

Darren crosses his arms before his eyes widen, "Oh shit Y/N your in my maths class right" he says, "Science, i'm in your science class"

"shit my bad" he turns to abby and you notice the small bag of weed in his left hand, "thanks abby, see you next week yeah" he says, going to dab her up as abby reciprocates.

"You know it" Darren gives you a ‘nice to see you again’ slightly smiling before walking off happily towards the boys dorm. "So Ellie tells me you're trying get some weed yeah" she asks as your attention turns back to her.

"oh yeah I just run out and needed a quick fix" You reply and she hums going to her trunk and pulling a small box tucked towards the back, opening it and revealing a fuck load of drugs. "How much"

You don't usually know the amount you buy since your dealer just recommends the it and your just stood there contemplating, "You alright"

"Yeah sorry my dealer normally recommends the amount so I don't really know how much" she pauses, biting her lips before grabbing one little baggy. "3 grams alright for you, it's one of my best sellers at the moment"

You eye the bag before nodding, "Yeah that's fine how much will it be" you reply going to grab your purse and pulling a few hundred dollar bills. "Shit what do you do, no college student should have that amount of cash unless your a stripper or sum'

Your cheeks heat up as you meet her very intense eyes, you were what some called a cam girl, fucking yourself with different toys for people online and hooking up with people you've met around college that promised to keep your little side hustle a secret, the only few people who knew about what you did was Ellie since you had accidentally left your computer open on the site and she managed to accidentally press the recent video of your fucking yourself with one of your toys since she needed to access a file on your computer and she promised she'd keep it a secret.

"oh- I uh sell clothes from now and then so that's how I make most of my money aside from my job" Abby notice's your nervous stammers but decides to leave it.

"Well it's $50 for 3 grams" she replies as she watches you pull out five ten dollar bills, handing it to her. She takes it stuffing it into her pocket, "Nice making business with you Y/N" she replies, passing you the small baggy and closing the trunk,

She turns around to still see you stood their a conflicted expression on your face, "sum wrong"

"Yh no I normally smoke this with someone, usually can't finish a blunt by myself, I'll end up getting too high but its alright thanks" your about to walk away before Abby's voice stop's you.

"If you want I can smoke some with you and then the next time you come to me I'll give you a discount" she offers and you think about it for a second "Sure I'm down, anything for a discount" you joke and she smiles.

"Let's do it in my car don't want to attract attention" she says, walking towards there driver door before getting in and you follow getting into the passenger side.

"Do you mind if I turn on the car, it's bit cold in here- you sure you ain't cold in that little skirt you got on" she implies, looking at the black plait skirt that barley covered your knees.

"Say's the person with shorts that barley cover their legs...I should be asking you the same question" you remark and she chuckles turning on the engine and you feel the warm breeze hit your legs as you go to adjust the mini fan on the dashboard to face your direction.

Abby goes to connect her phone to the car, the familiar song Die for you emitting from the speakers. "Pass the bag princess" your heart skips a beat at the nickname Abby gave you, watching as her arms tense up as you pass her the little bag with weed in. She grabs a small brown paper from her pocket and you watched as she fixed up the blunt, rolling it into the familiar shape and sealing it.

She takes a lighter from the cupholder and passes the blunt to you, lighting it whilst it's in between your lips and you take a long drag from it, entering through your lungs before exhaling into the air, the familiar feeling hit's you as your body relax's and your eyes droop slightly. You pass the blunt to Abby who mimics your actions as you see the veins in her hand pop out.

Your both sat in silence whilst taking turns hitting the blunt before abby speaks up,

"Shit...been a long time since I've hit a blunt" abby admits as she passes it back, "Really how long"

"Been about a month" you look at her, "Shit how come" taking in a drag once more, "I never really got the time to business been busy lately"

"Oh so you only sell to college students or you're just selling when you can" you ask, rolling the window down to allow the smoke to leave through the little crack. "A bit a both I just sell when I can" she pauses looking at you, "So how long you known Ellie for"

"Since high school she's one of my closest friends, trust that girl with my life"

"Surprised Ellie didn't tell me she had such a pretty friend" you looked at her, realising Abby Anderson had just called you pretty, you were at the point were your high as fuck, your eyes were a tinted red and your breathing increased slowly, the feeling of your panties getting soaked was prominent

You were desperately getting horny and your attraction to Abby didn't help in your situation but make you wetter, the sexual tension in the car was high as you both feel silent, nothing only but the music playing in the background, abby watches the way you lick your lips before making her move.

It's slow and sensual, her hand laying gently across your jaw as your hand goes to grip her hair, the blunt long gone from your hand. You gasp as her hand slides into your panties and you feel her smirk against your lips at the wet mess you created.

"So fucking wet for me princess" she groans, your whimper's muted by the music as she slides her fingers in between your folds.

She takes her fingers out, placing them into her mouth. "It's always the pretty ones with the best tasting pussy" she mutters, sucking every last bit off her fingers.

"Please" you plead, grinding into her hand, her lips quirk up as she pulls her fingers out of her mouth with a plop. "Please what baby"

"Please fuck me" her hand grips your thigh as the once soft blue eyes you had fawn over had been replaced with darkened ones, "With what"

"Your fingers'" you plead, your legs opening slightly as her fingers tread carefully towards your aching cunt.

"Lay your seat down princess" she orders and you quickly go to pull down the latch beside you allowing abby to climb over to your side carefully watching you as she pulls your panties to the side, revealing your wet cunt.

"So pretty for me mama" she latches her lips onto your aching clit, you gasp slightly leaning back into the seat, her tongue slowly licks every crevice and every spot with care and your hand snakes up into her dark blonde hair.

The filthy wet sounds from your pussy, bounced off the car walls as she sucked on your clit, the dirty moans from abby's mouth vibrating against your cunt, "Oooooh fuck" you moan, the elongated fuck coming from your mouth as you briefly make eye contact with Abby. "Your make such pretty sounds baby let's see how much louder you can get for me"

You gasp as she slips two fingers in with her mouth still attached to your cunt, fingering that spongy spot with every harsh thrust of her fingers at a rapid pace, sucking and slurping on your juices as she hollows her mouth around your clit, your juices dripping down abby's face. You grind your hips into her fingers, your eyes rolling back and jaw slacking with every movement letting your eyes fall back onto hers.

Strands were sticking to her forehead, the glimpses of her pretty freckles covered in your juices made her look even prettier than before and her muscular arms forcing your legs open making it impossible to shut them. "Look at you grinding your pussy into my face like a helpless slut, is it good hmm"

She whispers, watching the way your legs began to buckle under her grip, the way you got so fucking pussy drunk from it soaked her boxers. "it feel's so fucking good abby..." you scream, your legs threatening to close on her face, abby could just suffocate in your pussy at the sweet taste, you were so addictive that she could go down on you for fucking hours.

"I knew you liked this shit hmm...did you dress like this knowing you were going to get fucked stupid" you go silent for a second feeling an orgasm building up as abby goes to slap your pussy, "I know you can fucking talk slut... tell me"

"y...yes- fuck- I did" she grins continuing her pace, "nasty bitch" those words alone managed to make you squirt all over her face, the juices splattering on the seat and dashboard as your eyes rolled deep into your head, the grip on her hair tighter than before as she continues to eat you out, "made such a mess baby didn't know you were a squirter"

"wait- abs mhmm.... please stop" you beg, the sensitivity of your clit, making you shake as she continues til your licked clean. satisfied she comes up, face covered in your juices bringing you into a kiss allowing you to taste yourself.

"Same place next week" she offers and you smile giving her another kiss, "sure abs".

#smut #abby anderson #abby x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #lesbian smut #lesbian #die for you #black reader #tlou2 #leiscoven #leiswxrld

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bigtreefest · 1 month

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Chapter 4: Neon Cowgirl

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: Miscommunications often lend themselves to worries, but almost everything can be fixed with the right tools and the right person.

Word Count: 2,911

Content/Warnings: Miscommunication, heavy drinking, crying, vulnerability, Ari in relaxed non-work clothes (this is very much a warning), kissing

Author’s Note: Wow, just wow. That’s all I have to say, and I hope you agree. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Below is the song which served as inspiration of this part. I think it’s my favorite incorporation of the lyrics thus far.

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You had been anticipating the date with Ari all week. In your rush to leave, you didn’t even know what time to meet him. You had no idea of his shift schedule or what the true plan was, and it was putting you on edge.

Were you going to get dinner, or was it just drinks? Was there a different bar in town? You looked it up and found a bar two blocks away from that coffee shop, but was there another one? Did he say two blocks and actually mean four blocks? Could he count? Could you count?

What was the right time to go? Not everyone ate dinner at 5pm like you, what would a normal person think? Six, seven? Ugh, you couldn’t even fathom eating dinner at seven. Might as well go to bed at that time, honestly.

Living alone was great, you loved having your own schedules and routines, so branching off outside of it was difficult. You started to get annoyed, and honestly, hangry. You made the final decision that you would eat dinner, then head down to the bar and get a drink and wait. He had to show up sometime, right?

You walked into the bar to hear the jukebox playing a slow country song. Neon lights and old pictures lined the walls, evidence of a well-worn and well-loved establishment. You couldn’t see Ari anywhere, so you walked toward the back and claimed a seat in the far corner of the bar.

The bartender made his way over to you, wiping his hands on a towel he threw over his shoulder. “Hey can I get you started with anything?”

“Well, I’m here to meet someone, so probably whatever’s best to not be absolutely plastered before he’s even here.”

He laughed and nodded, placing a coaster in front of you. “I gotcha, I think I have just the thing.”

You smiled gratefully as he turned away to get started.

He returned and slid the drink over to you and you took a sip. “This is perfect, thank you so much.”

“No problem. So you said you’re meeting someone? I might know them, so I can keep a look out for when they show up.” His hands rested against the bar as he leaned forward to engage in conversation.

“Um, his name’s Ari? We got coffee earlier this week, but kinda forgot to say exactly what time we’d be meeting tonight.”

The bartender laughed and nodded his head. “Ah, yes. I’m familiar. He’s a regular around here. I’m Sammy by the way, you new to town?”

He reached out his hand and you shook it in return, introducing yourself. “Nice to meet you. Yeah, I just moved in up in the mountains. I love it so far.”

He smiled back at you. “Oh, that’s great. Real beautiful views I bet, huh?”

You grinned down into your drink. “The best. Very beautiful, and very much all mine.”

“Well, I know the guy meeting you here shares in that that opinion. The mountains are his favorite place to be.” He pushed off the counter as another customer took a seat. He slid them a coaster and took their drink order, looking back at you as he made it.

“So Ari’s in here a lot? Should I be worried?” You laughed with a hint of uncertainty.

He sighed, looking down at his feet, before he raised his head and his gaze came back up to yours with a small smile on his face. “No. Not at all. I just know he went through a rough time awhile back, but he’s a lot better now.”

You nodded, taking in anything anyone could give you about this man. “And you’re the only woman he’s asked to meet here, or at all since then, as far as I’m concerned.” He tilted his head and looked at you knowingly. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

You smiled and ran your finger around the rim of the glass. “Good to know. Thank you, Sammy.”

He gave you a curt nod, walking to check on his other customers while you leaned back in your barstool.

Come to think of it, Ari was the first one you had really put this time into since everything, too. There was just something about him and the way he made you feel appreciated and seen. There was something worth getting to know there.

Sure, you were nervous, who wouldn’t be? But you didn’t find yourself tripping over words, or trying to filter your thoughts like you usually felt you’d need to for a guy. Ari felt like the embodiment of comfort. But that’s what scared you. Because you’d been waiting here nearly an hour now. And for someone where everything meshed so perfectly, you so badly wanted it to continue. For it to be guaranteed and real. Genuine from the start. If Ari didn’t show up tonight, it would crush you, and honestly, any hope you had for men. That would be the sign to officially become a recluse, or maybe even a nun, who knows?

You were staring down at your empty drink, your eyes zoned out as these thoughts ran through your mind. Sammy grabbed your glass and replaced it with a fresh one, snapping you out of your trance. “This one’s on the house. I know Ari’s got some pretty weird shifts, so I can’t tell you what time he’ll come in, but this is one thing I can do.”

You smiled up at him, doing your best trying to make sure the sadness didn’t show through, as he grabbed a bowl of popcorn from a little further down the bar. He set down the wooden bowl before you. “You let me know if you want anything other than this.” He leaned against the bar on an elbow.

You gave him a thumbs up as you took a heavy gulp of your drink, half of it already gone. “Popcorn should be good for now, but I’m definitely gonna need another one of these.” You gasped, pointing to the drink.

Sammy nodded and got to work while throwing back over his shoulder, “I’m sure he’ll be here soon. He wouldn’t mess up something like this. He might just need a little patience.” Of course, he meant this in more ways than one.

You promised yourself that as soon as you finished your third drink, you would be gone. When you made a move to take the first sip of the fourth, you watched the door open, assuming it was just like any other time tonight, a random patron coming through.

You were wrong though, across from you stood Ari, frantically looking around and breathing heavily. Sammy caught his eye first, pointing back to you with a thumb over his shoulder. Both of their heads turned towards you, Sammy’s wearing a grin that said ‘I told you so.’

Ari’s face held a more complex range of emotion. Relief that you hadn’t left yet, remorse for not giving you more details and evidently making you wait for so long. He took long strides toward you in the bar, and that’s when you noticed he was still in his ranger uniform, carrying a duffel bag.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late. I know we didn’t specify a time, but this is way after I intended to get here. I had to deal with a call.”

You stood as he reached to give you a hug and you returned it. That was the first time the two of you had hugged each other, and it was so warm and all-consuming that you never wanted it to end. You could feel the way his whole body wrapped around you and firmly squeezed, almost like the best weighted blanket.

Ari released you, letting his hands trace down your arms until you were linked only at your fingertips. “It’s no problem. Is everything okay?”

Ari nodded. “Yeah, all is good now. It was just a kid who got separated from his parents on the trail. Are you okay?”

He dipped his head down in an attempt to catch your gaze which had found its way to the floor and stuck there. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”

He tried again to break through, eyes still searching for yours while his callused thumbs rubbed over your knuckles. “Are you sure? Because you were kinda drinking alone, all by yourself in this corner. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I could almost see how blue you were just from your eyes alone.”

You finally gained the courage to look up at him, tears coating your lashes, making his gorgeous face too blurry to appreciate. “Yeah.” You squeaked out. “You’re not wrong. I almost thought you weren’t gonna come.”

Ari moved one of his hands to your cheek, wiping the single tear that was falling down. “I’d never do that to you, I’d never stand you up on purpose, I swear.”

You nodded, bringing up your hand and placing it over his. “I believe you. Now what’s up with the bag? Spare clothes?” You let out a small laugh and a sniffle.

Ari laughed and nodded. “Yeah, spare clothes. I rushed right here, couldn’t keep you waiting longer or risk missing you all together by stopping home first. I’m gonna go change really quick. I’ll be right back.”

You nodded and he kissed your knuckles, gaze lingering on your eyes, walking backwards until he had to turn around to make sure he didn’t bump into anything. You watched him glide past tables and into the back hallway towards the bathroom, sure to enjoy the view those shorts provided. Sammy came over to you and set down a coaster, along with a beer that must’ve been Ari’s usual. “I told you he’d make it.” You gave him a lopsided grin, to which he returned a wink.

Ari in his ranger uniform was jaw-dropping, but Ari in regular street clothes was deadly. Once he had come back to you from the bathroom, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, his hair tucked under a ball cap.

He slid into the stool next to you and ordered some snacks from Sammy, offering to share, which was good, since you were way ahead of him alcohol-wise.

“I hope you don’t mind, it’s been a long day and I haven’t eaten since before noon. You’re welcome to have some, unless you want something of your own. Have you eaten yet?”

The corners of your lips turned up slightly at his concern. “Yeah, I ate before I came, Sammy told me you can have some weird shifts and I expected as much. But, I will definitely be stealing a few fries.”

He grinned down to you. “I wouldn’t expect any less.”

He sat there and continued to look into your eyes as your smile naturally faded before he spoke up again. “I really am sorry for being late. I should’ve given you a time, or asked to exchange numbers earlier into getting coffee when I knew I’d want to see you again.”

Your brain got caught up on what he said. He knew he wanted to see you again earlier in the coffee date? Not just because you had to leave so abruptly?

The truth was, Ari knew he had wanted to see you again way before then, even. But how do you ask a girl out when she just almost hit you with her car and it was entirely your fault? Well, he guessed he had figured it out the second time, at least.

He could see the blush start to form on your cheeks. “So could I get your number now so we don’t have to deal with that worry again?”

You simply nodded, reaching into your pocket to pull out your phone which had been happily tucked away since Ari arrived, as he did the same. There was no need for them when you were together, they were just a means to keep contact when you were apart.

After exchanging phones back, Sammy arrived with the food, and you talked with Ari for what felt like forever, but also the blink of an eye. Time passed quickly, yet stood still.

Then, you noticed a shift in his demeanor as the song on the jukebox switched to a new one.

“What? What was that, what’s going on right now?” You asked softly, gesturing to his face, as Ari looked down into his glass, running his fingers around the sides, collecting the condensation.

“It’s nothing, just been awhile since I’ve heard this song is all.” You gave a sympathetic nod.

“Does this have to do with a ‘hard time’ you were facing some months ago? Sammy told me something happened. You don’t have to go into any detail, but trust me, I can assure you that I get it.”

Ari looked up at you through his eyelashes. There was a new vulnerability in his features. It softened them, saddened them, and it killed you to see. He was so sweet with you when he first showed up, he deserved the same treatment in kind.

You shifted and hopped off your stool, holding out your hand for the man who now appeared even taller as he still sat in the chair. “Come on, ya bear. Dance with me. Make some new memories.”

He grabbed your hand and returned a smize, following you to the small section of open floor to the side of the bar. He pulled you close with a twirl, your face showing surprise at the smooth move which juxtaposed his mood just moments ago.

The two of you swayed to the music, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. Your hands crept from his waist, up his abs and chest, before they snaked around his neck. Sure, you were copping a feel discreetly, you appreciated the hardness that lied under his shirt, which hid nothing, but that wasn’t what this was about. This was about the two of you, sharing a moment together. One that was well-deserved on both ends. One that should never be shared with another.

It was like you could see the clouds breaking apart in his eyes. A storm which once raged on, thunder rolling, was getting blown away, replaced with light, a new twinkle.

You moved your hands to the sides of his face, the scruff of his beard rough against your palms as you whispered to him. “Rain stops falling. Hearts unbreak.”

You didn’t need to know his past, not unless he wanted to share with you, but what you could appreciate was being here with him now. And the fact that he was letting you in, letting you see his eyes and smile that could light up a room. What fool could ever hurt this man, tell him goodbye?

Ari was thinking the same in the shared moment. You were made to be taken dancing under these lights, he hoped you let the things that hurt you before ride away. Darkness couldn’t last forever, and he was finally, truly seeing the light.

His eyes shifted between yours as the song came to an end, and he caught a glimpse as you licked your lips. He leaned down slowly, wanting to be closer to you, just as you raised up on your toes and smashed your lips against his. The feeling was stronger than the drink in your hand before. You felt Ari’s teeth against your lips as he pulled away with a beaming smile, you doing the same, before going and sitting back down, two fresh drinks sitting there, courtesy of Sammy. He had been looking on at the two of you dancing, an approving smile on his face which you both missed.

You sat and talked for hours more until the bar was closing. By that time, you knew you were in no state to drive, so Ari offered to take you home. You gladly accepted, Ubers were scarce up here.

Ari guided you out of the bar and into the chilly mountain air, draping a jacket from his bag over your shoulders that he knew you’d need. He helped you up into the passenger side of his truck and closed the door, jogging around to the other side as you scooted over to the middle of the bench seat.

He got up in the driver’s side, smiling when he saw you had moved closer and started the truck, following your directions to climb higher in elevation. At some point in the drive, he hand crept closer to yours, his pinky reaching out, as you noticed and happily obliged him, interlacing your fingers, pulling his arm towards your chest and kissing the back of his hand.

When he pulled into your driveway finally, Ari looked over to you, your head snuggled up against his shoulder, hands still woven together. You blinked up at him through your sleepy eyelashes, blanketed in a slightly buzzed and lovesick haze. He smiled at the sight before him as he cracked a joke.

“So what do you have this house here, way up on a mountain for? What are you, royalty? You think you’re some sort of queen?”

You laughed in response. “Oh no, a queen? You give me too much credit. I think I’d consider myself more of a duchess.”

He softly smiled back at you. “Okay then, Duchess, let’s get you inside.”

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Bonus A/N: (This is fitting for both my mention of neon signs early in the chapter, as well as the chapter title.) Neon signs have been around for over a century! They work by sending an electrical current through elemental neon gas (housed in a glass tube shaped into lettering and such), which excites electrons. When these electrons ‘relax,’ they emit that extra energy at a wavelength that shows up as reddish orange light. If you see a ‘neon sign’ that glows a different color, it’s not actually the element neon. It could be another gas that emits a different energy/wavelength of light. This could be argon (blue, green, yellow, or white), helium (pink/red), xenon (lavender), krypton (yellow-white), or any combination of these stable noble gases and other elements.

Series Taglist:

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@hawkeyes-queen

#Ari Levinson #Ari Levinson x reader #Ari Levinson x you #mountain ranger ari #mountain ranger! ari x reader #mountain ranger ari x reader #park ranger ari x reader #park ranger ari #park ranger! ari #mountain ranger! ari #mountaineer monday #ari levinson fanfiction #bigger houses #bigger houses chapter 4: neon cowgirl #st does research like the neurotic little scientist she is #neon cowgirl #SoundCloud

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fushigurro · 6 months

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𝑪𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑻𝒀.

pairing. — dental hygienist!eren jaeger x gn!reader

word count. — 1.3k

content. — suggestive content (no actual smut but still, mdni), mentions of candy/eating, dentist office setting, mentions of reader having dental anxiety and possible oral fixation, mentions of some questionable dental practice (but nothing bad happens to reader), no actual procedures are done but reader is told they have cavities, i think that's it sorry i'm trying to be thorough because until recently this shit seriously bothered me lmao so i don't want to upset anybody!

notes. — it is upon us!! i know it's like a couple of hours until halloween (at least where i'm at) but i wanted to post this while i was riding the high of finishing this up. this is my entry for @bastardblvd 's house of slimy horrors collab! my prompt was "candy" and i took this as an opportunity to thirst over dental hygienist!eren and lowkey further heal from my dentophobia lol. but i hope you enjoy! (divider by animatedglittergraphics-n-more)

The distinct stench of the dentist’s office seems to fill your nostrils with increasing potency the longer you sit in the waiting room, anticipating the moment when your name will be called and you will be one step closer to being able to just leave. Your nerves are wracked despite the simple reason for your visit (a routine exam and cleaning) because this place never fails to nearly make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It seems fitting that Halloween is only a couple of days away, and you wish you could pop a piece of candy directly into your mouth to give yourself something pleasant to focus on.

Whether it be because of the rather off-putting and…eccentric cohort of licensed(?) dentists or the generally apathetic hygienist that is always hovering over you, your appointments consistently end on a note of complete and utter desperation to just get the hell out of there. You’re already bouncing your knee and anxiously counting down the seconds until it happens. The Halloween decorations, though relatively jovial in nature, don’t particularly make you feel any more at ease. You almost envy the fake skeleton in the corner for its perfect set of teeth.

You’re jostled out of your bored but nervous daze by a rather low utterance of your name coming from the doorway to the back. You stand from your seat and look over to see a familiar face: a young man with dark hair tied back to keep it out of his brilliant green eyes and expressionless—but handsome—features. You recognize him as the same hygienist to have taken care of you last time (was his name Adrian? Aaron?), and although his rather unenthusiastic presence leaves something to be desired, you can’t help but take the slightest bit of comfort in it. If nothing else, you at least remember him being thorough and competent enough for you to not be so on edge.

“Sorry for the wait,” he says as he walks you down the hall and to a room on the left where an empty chair is there waiting for you, and beside it a small table adorned with the various cleaning instruments all laid out in a neat line. You quickly take a seat and let him prepare the x-ray machine and place the heavy protective sheet over you shortly after.

“I’m gonna grab a few x-rays first, alright?” he explains, voice tinted with the slightest bit of friendliness. You get the sense that he’s not the most talkative of beings and that bedside manner isn’t exactly his favorite part of the job, but you at least appreciate the hint of effort you can detect. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s rather enjoyable to look at, either; not to mention the smooth sound of his voice and the way his eyes seem to linger on you for a few seconds too long.

“Bite down on this for me,” he instructs, placing an odd contraption in front of your mouth and waiting for you to open so that he can get on with the x-rays. He’s almost a little intimidating, looming over you and giving quiet orders in your direction, but you can’t deny that there’s something appealing about opening your mouth for him, even if it’s so he can place uncomfortable equipment in it. Maybe it’s the escapist part of your brain trying to forget about the stress of the appointment, but it can’t hurt to have a few indulgent thoughts during the process, can it? Whatever works to get you out of here with your sanity, right? You don’t reckon most people are lucky enough to have such an attractive hygienist, so you might as well appreciate it while you can.

You repeat this process a few more times—opening, closing, opening, closing—until he’s finally done and removing the lead sheet from your torso. Twiddling your thumbs restlessly, you watch as he examines the images on his screen, giving you a few moments to really look him over. You’re less concerned with the results of the x-rays than you are with observing his body—it looks rather toned even beneath the scrubs he’s wearing, and you wonder what sort of things he does in his free time. Going to the gym seems highly likely, but perhaps he’s outdoorsy? Is he a weightlifter, or does he go on hikes? Play sports? Is he good at other physical things—?

Your thoughts are cut short by his voice breaking the silence. “Looks like there’s some decay on a couple of your bottom molars,” he states, walking back over to you and placing a gloved thumb on your chin. “Open for me?”

You obey and lower your jaw, giving him space to lean in and take a peek at your back teeth. He’s much closer now, brows furrowed in concentration as he tries to focus in with his eyes, and there’s a faint but pleasant masculine scent capturing your attention. Maybe it’s a spritz of cologne or his body wash taking over your senses, but whatever it is, it’s certainly more alluring than you’d like for it to be, especially with the way you can practically feel his breath fanning over your skin. It only lasts for a second before he’s pulling away, and you’re warmer than usual.

“Yeah,” he says conclusively, taking a seat on the stool next to you and bringing the mask up over his mouth and nose, which… he probably should’ve done before getting in your face a few moments ago, but you honestly aren’t complaining. He looks and smells clean, and you’re already mourning the loss of the sight of his lips. “I’ll let the doc take a look, but you’ll probably need a little work done.”

“Is it bad?” you ask a bit too quickly from the jitters, his words not exactly what you were hoping to hear today.

Eren shakes his head in response. “No, nothing serious. Just looks like maybe you’ve been laying it a little heavy on the sugar lately.”

You don’t like the sudden feeling of being accused or interrogated, but you suppose that’s simply part of his job. With an ashamed look on your face, you cast your glance to the side. “Yeah. Maybe.” You don’t like to admit it at the dentist’s office, but in recent months you’d developed somewhat of a bad habit of sucking on candies and lollipops on the regular. Your sugar consumption had only increased since the beginning of October, which certainly couldn’t be helping the problem. “I guess I’ve gotten a little too used to munching on all the extra candy lately.” You chuckle to try and lighten the mood. “Maybe I have an oral fixation or something.”

It’s hard to fully read his face beneath the mask, but you see him quirk a brow as he starts to lean your chair back for your cleaning. “Yeah?” he asks, somewhat intrigued.

You’re staring up at him now, watching as those beautiful eyes fixate on your body and then your lips. Sure, it’s his job to make keen observations about your mouth, and maybe it’s just wishful thinking on your behalf, but you can swear the way he stares at you is less than medical in nature. It’s not easy for you to keep from squirming and hide that very same look in your own eyes.

“Mhm,” you reply simply, gaze glued to his face.

Slowly, Eren pulls the mask back down below his chin and leans in closer than necessary, letting you see the way his lips part and how his eyes go half-lidded. He brings his thumb back up to your mouth but slips it inside this time, fascinated with the way you instantly close down around it. “I think we should find another way to keep you occupied,” he says, voice even lower than usual in a way that makes your heart gallop. “Don’t wanna let candy be what ruins your pretty mouth, do you?”

#eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #aot x reader #my writing.#re: eren jaeger

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sona-verse01 · 1 year

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BTS

Kiss you in front of other members

Category: MTL 🌠

Genre: Fluff 💐

Pairing: idol!BF x gn reader

Request: No

Warning: Kisses, (lmk if there are more)

Disclaimer:

* Text divider credit: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

* Pictures & divider used in this post are not mine. Only moodboard is made by me.

* English is not my first language.

* For entertainment purpose only. Don't take it seriously.

* My work doesn't define BTS members' personality and nature.

* Don't copy/steal/translate my work.

MOST

Jimin

It's obvious for him to be 1st here. He flirts with Armies & his members as well.

He will kiss u randomly, when you are just talking to him (in front of other members).

He needs no reason to kiss to you.

Taehyung (V)

Reason - same as Jimin (no shame in front of members).

He will definitely kiss you even when he is on live.

Gets annoying glares from members, but he gives 0 damn.

Namjoon (RM)

This man's existence screams dominance.

Doesn't matter what you are doing, he will kiss you whenever he feels like it.

Members don't even care at this point.

Hoseok (J-hope)

He is a walking-talking ball of sunshine.

So yeah, that's enough for him to kiss you, just to see you smiling shyly.

Definitely receives groans from maknae line.

Jungkook (Jk)

Though he looks pretty dominant, he is still the maknae of the group.

He often gets shy, while kissing you. (Also scared of Jin's rap).

So he prefers kissing your forehead more in front of members.

Yoongi (Suga)

This lazy cat will not kiss u in front of anyone, I bet ur a$$ here.

Might just hold hands or something small. But, kiss is a big NO.

But, may or may not touch your feet under the table.

Jin

Do we even need to know the reason for not kissing u in front of members.

He is the oldest. He might think that kissing in front of members is not good for maknaes. (Since they are his not so innocent children).

Holding hands & light hugs are completely fine though.

LEAST

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webby-mogai · 2 months

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milligender

[pt: milligender /end pt]

A gender about millipedes, for millipedes, for someone who likes millipedes, the gender is a millipede, etc.

simplified/accessible

[pt: simplified/accessible /end pt]

the center 5 stripes are all based on millipedes i thought were cool. top down are thai rainbow millipede, chocolate millipede, bumblebee millipede, giant fire millipede and feather millipede

divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more :3

[milligender flag id: a rectangular pride flag with 11 wavy stripes. the 1st, 6th and 11th stripes are wider than the rest. the stripe colors from top to bottom are black, dark grey, dark brown, pale blue, warm brown, black, a brownish black, pale orange, and the same dark brown, dark dark grey and black as the first 3 stripes. the 5 middle stripes have more details. the 4th stripe has a pinkish orange outline with a dark grey line through the middle. the 5th has a lighter brown stripe through the middle with a smaller lighter one inside of that. the 6th has a greenish yellow outline with a grey stripe through the middle and a white one through that. the 7th stripe is outlined with orangish red that blends into yellow at the half way point, and has an orange stripe through the middle. the 8th and last stripe has a pale blue outline and an orangish brown stripe through the middle. /end id]

[simplified milligender flag id: a rectangular pride flag with 11 wavy stripes. the 1st, 6th and 11th stripes are wider than the rest. the stripe colors from top to bottom are black, dark grey, dark brown, pale blue, warm brown, black, a brownish black, pale orange, and the same dark brown, dark dark grey and black as the first 3 stripes. /end id]

[divider id: a simple divider with a transparent background of a dotted line with a centipede in the center /end id]

#milligender #bug gender #bug mogai #mogai term #mogai heaven #mogai friendly #mogai flag #mogai gender #mogai #liom heaven #liom coining #liom term #liom safe #liom gender #liom #bug cw #catherine coins

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spenglersglasses · 3 days

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❤️‍🔥🎙️SINNERS REJOICE!!!! 🎙️❤️‍🔥

⚠️ FLASH WARNING ⚠️

Here is the next installment of our beloved Radio demon and his Princess of Hell….

A few disclaimers/reminders before we begin!

While I know it is canon that Alastor is asexual, in this fic he has a rare sexual attraction that develops for a certain someone in particular and is NOT aromatic. If this is something that bothers you or if you are not a fan of the Alastor/Charlie ship (Charlastor/RadioBelle) then this is not one for you my fellow smut enjoyers.

If you aren't bothered then be prepared, this will be a wild ride!

Also, when Alastor has moments of "glitching" or that infamous radio cracking to his voice, his speech will look like this (Ĝ͎͍͓͌͠l̡̟̩͍̐̐̕͞ì͓̞̗̜̇̿͝ẗ̼c̬̮̹̔̒́h͚͇́̓ ̙͕̮̣̎͑͛̚s̟͇̽͞p̫͉͆̈e̡͇͉͐̑̊e̻͞c͙͇̆̏h̺̗̭̙̑̓̄͝), I will be making a note of what is being said, so those who have a harder time can understand it, but I thought it was an awesome effect lol.

Anyways here we go for chapter 2!!!!

*Special shoutout to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the GLITCH dividers!

Now without further ado!

D̢͙̯̦̙͎̎̽̇̔̾͊̿̚͜͟A̜̱̫̭̽̌̔̄R̫̬͊̈̊͜Ļ̮̗̲̤͎̙̅͒̿͒̿͊͡Í̱̮͑́͢͜͠N͔̗̘͈̲̤̳̉̅̉̀͗̔͠͝ͅG̢̻̱͐́̆͜͠ (Hazbin Hotel)

When Alastor made a deal with Charlie Morningstar, he knew it was a chance for him to ascend the ranks. Now that it's been weeks since the events of the extermination battle, Alastor decides it's time to collect…what he didn't expect was to slowly fall for the Princess of Hell. But hey, a deal's, a deal.

Chapter 2: Back On the Air

Also available HERE on AO3. Haven't started yet? Beginning HERE on AO3!

Eventually will be NSFW below the cut!!

Deep in the Pride ring, the music was blasting. Club Hell 666 was popping, neon lights flashing and packed with demons, whose thirst for all that's debaucherous was at an all-time high. Vaggie had been zoning in and out at the table. Her eyes, fixed on the blinking “Powder your nose” sign. Her thoughts, miles away from their celebrations.

Angel, Husk, and Cherri Bomb doing their best to enjoy the night out. They had all taken a moment before that first taste of liquor to pay their respects to Sir Pentious. Even Cherri was unable to hold back the emotion. As the night went on, things had begun to be less somber.

The group was enjoying the night out, with the exception of Vaggie who still seemed unable to shake things off. She just stared off, the reflection of the sign burning a permanent image in her eyes as things went on around her. Her attention only grabbed when she saw Angel pull a bag of dope from what seemed like nowhere. Hoping to do a few lines with Cherri at the table. Vaggie, unable to help herself from shooting him a look of disapproval.

“Listen, I said I would behave—never said I’d be a saint.” Angel huffed, both he and Cherri ready to party the night away.

“You sure didn’t bitch.” Cherry Bomb laughed, playfully punching Angel’s shoulder before doing a line herself. Husk rolled his eyes, turning away when he got a good look at Vaggie. Letting out a sigh as he mustered up the will to ask her about how she was feeling. He could read the best of them, and it had been clear to him for some time that the fallen angel had a lot on her mind.

“What's got you all down in the mouth?” Husk inquired. Vaggie shrugged, acting nonchalant. The old cat knew better, shooting closer to her in his chair so they could hear one another a little easier. “Now you know I ain’t buyin’ that bullshit.”

“Hmph…” Vaggie groaned. Damn bastard always knew too much. “It’s Charlie.” she confessed, after all there was not much use in trying to keep things from Husk. It was only a matter of time before he’d have teased it out himself.

“Ah—figured it might be.” he sighed, relaxing back more into his chair. “You know, we’ve all been through a lot these last few weeks. Give her some time.” he assured her. Vaggie smiled back at him, taking in a deep breath and exhaling hard. Hoping to let go, even if it was just for the night.

“You’re right…just I feel like things have been different between us… even before all the stuff with the hotel and Heaven. Just seems like it all exacerbated it.” Vaggie explained, Husk nodding his head.

“Welp, thing is…” he began. Vaggie looking over to him expecting to receive more comforting or reassuring advice. “Sometimes people change… ain’t much we can do about it. All you need to do is be you. If it’s meant to be, she'll come around.” he reasoned. It was hard to hear it, but Vaggie knew it made a lot of sense. So much had happened between them and there was no going back to how things once were, no matter how hard she might try.

“Will you two stop yapping and live a little!” Angel yelled across the table. Vaggie, smiling over to Husk who sent her back a wink.

“Why the Hell not!” she cheered, raising her glass and deciding to enjoy herself. Her troubles could wait until morning.

Charlie’s pacing had all but burned a hole in the rug. Back and forth she transverse the lobby. Charlie’s mind spinning with thoughts of Alastor. What was he up to? Why the special broadcast?

It was still early in the day and Charlie was alone downstairs. Everyone else seemed to be dead asleep. The gang, having all been out into the late-night hours. Not that Charlie had a clue when they had actually come home. Only sign that they’d returned was Angel’s harness thrown haphazardly in the entryway.

Charlie was exhausted and had once again not even bothered to return to her room. Instead, it had been another night of sleeping in the parlor. Charlie was beginning to wonder if she was subconsciously trying to widen the distance that had been growing between her and Vaggie. Had anyone else noticed?

While she absolutely still loved her, things between them just weren't the same. Though Charlie couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it happened–it did. She was no longer “in love” with Vaggie. Her heart had changed. Though it both frightened and pained her to think it, her feelings had moved on to another. Someone who no one would have guessed and that she’d never truly have.

It was a cruel twist of fate. Falling out of love with Vaggie, who had been so loyal and true. Despite all they had been through together Vaggie was always by her side. Why now would she be falling hard and fast in love with the radio demon? She wondered if something in her knew it was happening from that first moment, when he stood in the doorway. Offering up his services to her and the hotel.

His eyes, his smile—had sent shockwaves through her. Of course, he was being dapper and charming Charlie, that's his schtick, she thought to herself. Wondering if that could really have been enough to win her over? No, it had to have been more than that. There was a vulnerability there. Deep down Alastor had a heart too. His commitment to Charlie and the hotel—to helping all the others. That had proven it—hadn’t it?

“Argh…” Charlie huffed, dropping back down on the sofa. So flustered and head aching. Her hands, coming to rub at her temples. Unable to shake the thoughts of him from her mind when she felt that someone else was nearby. Then feeling the pressure of a small foot across the toe of her shoe.

“Ope! My bad.” Niffty said, scurrying over Charlie’s foot before incessantly scrubbing down the table. Charlie smiled, Niffty was such a big help, it was nice having her around. She had been the only one who stayed home last night–with the exception of Charlie and Alastor.

“It’s alright.” Charlie chuckled, watching the vivacious little demoness in her duties.

“Thinking about Alastor again?” she asked, seemingly out of the blue. Charlie’s heart felt like it had stopped mid-pump within her chest. She couldn't believe it.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, hoping to laugh it off. Niffty stared blankly at her, as if she was confused at why Charlie would ask.

“Because you have a crush on him. I don’t blame you…he’s such a bad boy!” she smiled, continuing her work as if it was nothing. Charlie felt the heat hit her cheeks. How did she know? Did anyone else know?

“Ha ha… you had me going there. Hey why don’t you check out room 237. I hear there is an issue with the bathtub again.” Charlie suggested, trying her best to hide her embarrassment, when she heard the telltale sound of footfalls on the stairs.

“Just fixed it again this morning. Good thing I like to stay on top of things.” Alastor mused from the staircase. Approaching the two of them, all while dandily twirling his cane. Even though Charlie had just spent the last few minutes adamantly denying it, her heart once again began pounding away at the sight of him.

Come on Charlie… hold it together, she said to herself. Alastor came to sit down beside her on the sofa. Using his cane to tap Niffty’s busy little hand, causing her to stop and look over at him. Niffty, blinking her one eye and smiling up at him as he patted the top of her head.

“Listen my little sprite, why don’t you run along. I have some important matters to discuss with our princess.” Alastor suggested. Niffty nodding and running off like mad up the stairs with his request. Charlie wondered what the relationship between the two of them was, though she dare not ask.

“Everything alright?” Charlie asked, grooming her ponytail with clammy hands. Alastor was unsure what to make of her nervous disposition. Did she somehow know what he was about to say?

“My dear you seem so discontent… whatever is the matter?” he asked her. Charlie smiled, her lip quivering a bit. She didn’t want him of all people to know what she was really thinking—feeling.

“Just excited for the broadcast today!” Charlie cheered, thrusting her fist in the air. Hoping the fanfare would be enough to help move the conversation along.

“Ah, yes. Well now that you mention it, I wanted to talk to you about it. You see our scheduled programming very much involves you my dear.” Alastor explained. Charlie’s eyes widening, her head tilting to the side–completely confused.

“Me?” she asked, raising her brows at him.

“Of course… Who else?” he laughed, just before lifting off the sofa. Walking towards the fireplace. Flames, crackling and popping as Alastor stood before it. HIs infamous smile, glinting in the light as he placed his hands behind his back.

“Al, what are you ta-talking about? What–what are you asking me?” Charlie stuttered. Alastor spun around and bent down to meet with her eyes. The green light of his power illuminated him as he reached out his hand. Waiting for Charlie to take it.

“It’s time to pay the pied piper…” He explained, “...we had a deal Charlie and I͙̭͛̚'̙͔̦̭͖̆͊̅̎͡M̗̼̪̙̓̒͗͊̀͟ ̨̦̝͕̥͎̐̆̍̐̄̈́͘͢Ň̡̼̔̇͢O̺̍T ̥̱̮̮̫̐́̇̇͌͆͘͟ͅA̻͔̎̑Ş̪̙͕̮̂̅̏̉̃̅͢K̺̩̩͂͐͡I̺̙̗̲̖̯̊́̏͒͗͂͜͡N͔̳̲̮͕͙̩͊̊́͌͊̔͡G͈̫͉̥̲̳̫̔̾̑͒̐̽͘.” Alastor cracked, dials spinning and his voice thicker and more intense than usual. Charlie felt icy running through her veins. Both frightened and intrigued by him though Alastor quickly returned to normal before speaking again as he continued. “Well, I suppose, technically I am asking… for your hand. Your hand in marriage.” the radio demon crooned.

“Marriage?” was all Charlie could say, staring down at his hand. Feeling like the breath was stolen from within her lungs. “Al, you can’t be serious?” she asked. Wondering to herself if this was some cosmic joke. That while her feelings for him had only grown deeper, she’d be subject to his proposal for nothing but political gain. Alastor having felt nothing for her but as a means to an end.

“Oh, but I am. Quite as a matter of fact. You marry me and together we become the talk of the town. Alastor and Charlie Morningstar. Princess—and Prince of Hell.”

“What about?” Charlie began, her heart leading before her head could remind her to keep quiet.

“About what dear…” he asked, waiting impatiently for her to continue, “...go on now, spit it out.”

“About love?”

“Who said anything about love? Love has nothing to do with this. Remember Charlie…Y̱̺̓͞O̳̣̰̐̈́̈́͡ͅU̘̜͐͝ ̡̨͔͍͇̇̓̇̎͋O͇̭̥̫̒̚̚͡W̮̔È̺̞̜͙̍̀͌͟͠ ̙̜͈̮͚̃͌̀͘̚M̡̖̫̺͖͂͗͆̀͡Ȩ̨̛͉̤͚̰̐̆̀͋̑.” he hissed. Charlie swallowed back, reaching out her hand to take his. She had no choice. Alastor quickly grabbed onto her and shook. The deal was now satisfied, Charlie would be set to marry Alastor, or she’d lose her soul to him.

Alastor was thrilled. His plan, now set in motion and there was nothing the Princess or anyone else could do to stop it. Not even Lucifer himself. He would tell the whole of Hell about their nuptials during the broadcast and soon be in a position to take back his freedom. Though Charlie’s mention of love had him curious.

Did she love him? Who could ever love a thing like him? He was in the breaking and taking of dreams and souls. Nothing that Charlie was feeling would make him change his mind, would it?

As they’re eyes locked, Alastor’s face was still plastered with a smile. The room flooded over with his eerie essence, the thoughts bubbling up in his mind still at a low simmer. HIs shadow began laughing as it traveled the walls, veve appearing all around them–glowing hot and red. Charlie’s eyes filled with tears. The warm liquid, streaming down her face as she realized what she had done. In helping save her people she may have gone and damned them to a worse fate.

“Damn, must’ve taken it a bit far last night.” Vaggie groaned, rolling over in bed. Her head pounding from the ferocity of her hangover. All she could remember was the pep talk from Husk and powering back shot after shot as Angel and Cherri egged her on. She decided she’d try to get away with lying in bed all day. That was until she felt the weight of an arm slinging over her shoulder.

“Good morning sweet thing.” Sev whispered in her ear. His tail swayed softly as a big cheshire cat-like grin spread across his face. He was clearly satisfied with the events of the previous night. Vaggie felt sick to her stomach. Suddenly her memories came rushing back.

They had run into Sev and his sister Trix at the club. Vaggie doing her best to keep a positive rapport, asked them to join the group. After what could only be described as a gluttonous amount of drinking and partying, she remembered them all returning to the hotel. They had staggered in at almost 3 am.

On the way through the lobby, Vaggie caught sight of Charlie passed out on the sofa. How beautiful she looked when she was sleeping. How content, Vaggie thought, she was without her around. Vaggie’s emotions, running even higher now with the complication of her inebriated state. She allowed them to get the better of her. Angry at Charlie for having given up on them, she had decided she’d had enough. Following Sev, Husk, and Angel upstairs as the anger continued brewing inside her heart.

She remembered walking down the hall, still seething with pain and anger when she began to notice that Angel had been hanging off Husk’s arm. Hearts, practically dancing in his eyes as the two of them made their way to Angel’s room. She was upset—jealous even. Here Husk and Angel were, finally letting the obvious sexual tension between them flourish, and she was left out in the cold. Alone on yet another night while her so-called girlfriend avoided her.

What did you expect? That she’d wait up all night for you to come home and welcome you back with open arms? She thought to herself. She stopped just at her door, staring a moment at the handle before she took a moment to glance down the hall. Watching as Sev went to unlock the door to his room. Sev happened to see her watching, waving a moment before sensing something was off.

He approached her, wanting to say good night when Vaggie grabbed onto his arm. Pulling him towards her. Needy eyes painfully staring into his. The two strangers who desperately wanted to feel, leaning into one another.

Before she knew it, Vaggie had invited him inside. Allowing him to share her bed. The night spent tangled up in each other's limbs. It was something she would have never done, or even considered, when sober.

That was it. She remembered it all. Feeling the heavy weight of regret when Sev brushed back a bit of her hair from her face. Pulling Vaggie from her thoughts and forcing her to face the present situation.

“You, ok?” he asked her, clearly having guessed something was wrong from the look on her face. She was tearful, wincing even. Sev was beginning to feel as if maybe he’d crossed a line, but Vaggie had asked him in. He never forced anything. Still, he figured redemption would be off the table had he not at least tried to take responsibility. “Vaggie—I didn’t mean to—” he continued, Vaggie began curling up tight into a ball.

“It’s alright Sev… it’s not your fault. I just need you to go.” she sniffled back. Sev pulled Vaggie over to face him. The tears, now falling freely from her eyes.

“I’m sorry. For what it’s worth…” he continued, feeling awful about what had happened. He knew Charlie and Vaggie were in a relationship. Still, he had let his lustful desires get the best of him.

“Just go!” Vaggie yelled, unable to stop herself from sobbing. Sev did as he was asked. Quickly gathering up his things and heading out the door. Vaggie left alone to deal with the consequences of her actions. All she wanted to do was numb the pain. To stop all the hurt from this thing with Charlie. In doing so, she knew she had ruined everything.

As if things couldn’t get any worse there was a knock on her door. “I said go the fuck away Sev!” Vaggie yelled, forcing herself up out of bed to go scream at him. Angry that he didn’t seem to be getting the point. When she swung the door open, ready to throw hands, she was met face to face with Charlie.

Vaggie went pale, staring into Charlie’s doe eyes. Eyes that had clearly been crying themselves. This can’t be happening… not now , Vaggie thought to herself. Charlie took a moment to look down the hall. Noticing Sev disappearing into his room.

“Uh... Vaggie… why was Sev just leaving your room?” she asked. Vaggie held onto her head. Still wrapped in only a sheet from the events of the night before. Her hangover, having a tight grip as she tried to think of what to say.

“Charlie, I—I don’t know what to say.” Vaggie admitted. Charlie had come to tell her about what had happened with Alastor. To find solace in her girlfriend who at one time was also her best friend. As she saw Sev leaving Vaggie’s room, it was clear to Charlie what had happened, but she needed to hear it from Vaggie.

“Did you—did you sleep with him?” she asked, the look on Vaggie’s face confessing it all.

“It was an accident. I was just so upset about things between us… You’ve changed Charlie.” Vaggie cried, realizing how awful she sounded, only after the fact.

“Wrong answer!” Charlie hissed, turning around without shedding a tear. Angry at Vaggie’s betrayal, but even more so that she was to blame.

“That’s not…argh… Charlie I didn’t mean!” Vaggie said as she tried chasing Charlie down the hall.

“It’s over Vaggie. Stay or leave. I don't care, but it's over.” Charlie hissed. Running off as Vaggie stood there in silence.

Notes:

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Y̱̺̓͞O̳̣̰̐̈́̈́͡ͅU̘̜͐͝ ̡̨͔͍͇̇̓̇̎͋O͇̭̥̫̒̚̚͡W̮̔È̺̞̜͙̍̀͌͟͠ ̙̜͈̮͚̃͌̀͘̚M̡̖̫̺͖͂͗͆̀͡Ȩ̨̛͉̤͚̰̐̆̀͋̑- You owe me.

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hybeboyenthusisast · 1 year

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Surprise! Happy Birthday, I love you!

BIRTHDAY PARTY PLANNER EXTRAORDINAIRE BEOMGYU, AT YOUR SERVICE.

THIS WAS WRITTEN TO CELEBRATE @ashxxkook ‘s BIRTHDAY YAYYYY I’m 3 days late though, oops! Happy birthday Ash, I adore you, and hope this next year is your best one yet! Cheers to another year older, probably wiser, and just as much fun!

Beomgyu has made special (not so secret) plans for your birthday! Your goofball boyfriend sucks at keeping secrets, but he’s good at distracting you. For you, his love, the best birthday celebration awaits.

boyfriend!beomgyu x afab!girlfriend!reader

rated 18+ for sexual suggestions, probably language too???

warnings: umm i dont think there are any, just gyu being the sweetest.

wc:2.1k

divider created by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

There are plenty of things Beomgyu loves, but at the top of his list, stands you. Further down this list is parties, and further up is making you happy. I'm sure you can see where this is going. Beomgyu was planning you a birthday party! A total surprise, of course, so he can laugh when you shriek in fear at the sudden yelling in your face. He genuinely believed he was doing a good job keeping your surprise party a secret-- too bad the poor guy couldn’t keep a secret to save his life. What was probably meant to be a hushed conversation over the phone with someone else, was actually loud enough to be overheard by you one day when you came home early from work.

You weren’t gonna take the fun from Beomgyu, especially as he had been even smilier and happier than normal as he excitedly counted down the days until your birthday. You did your best to not overhear any more conversations Beomgyu had regarding your birthday party, as you wanted the surprise to be real. Your boyfriend of 2 years knew you too well, and he would know if you weren’t genuinely surprised at your party. You sure as hell did not want to ruin this for him.

Beomgyu got more and more giddy as the weeks drew closer, and he began disappearing more and being as secretive as he possibly could. Obviously, he didn’t realize you knew him just as well as he knew you; if you hadn’t overheard that one conversation, you would have figured it out anyway. Instead of pulling away from you to keep his plans secret, he was more loving and attentive than normal, easily distracting you with kisses and cuddles. And it worked pretty well, perhaps too well. Who were you to rip Beomgyu’s happiness from him?

The morning of your birthday, Beomgyu had woken up way earlier than normal, so he could cook you your favorite breakfast to eat in bed. The adoring smile on his face as he gently woke you up had you melting, but so did the delicious smell of the food he prepared. A beautiful, yummy, cozy morning in bed with your love was the absolute perfect way to start your birthday, especially since you unfortunately had work to go too.

You and Beomgyu were a mess of giggles, wrapped up in each other's arms, crumbs uncomfortably scratching your bodies as you lay in bed after breakfast. “I don’t wanna go to work,” you pouted, tracing lines along Beomgyu’s arm as you snuggled into his chest.

“I don’t want you to go either, baby. But I promise you’re going to have a wonderful rest of your birthday after work. I have something really special planned for you,” Beomgyu kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer into his body. Though you couldn’t see it, you knew Beomgyu had the biggest smile on his face as he thought about his plans.

You hummed, breathing in his scent and listening to his heartbeat. His smooth skin under your fingertips, the feeling of his hands caressing your skin; he was delicious and you were still hungry. “Maybe I can be late to work today,” you muttered, mostly to yourself, but you knew Beomgyu had heard you. You placed small kisses along his collar bone, hands working their way down his soft stomach..

Beomgyu groaned as he realized what you were trying to do. Well, what you were succeeding in doing. “Baby, you gotta go to work... I’ll fuck you well and good tonight.” A whine left your lips as his words, wanting to have him now, not later. You were certain you could get him to change his mind, especially with the way he was breathing heavily under your touch.

“I want you now, though, Gyu..” You leaned upwards and nibbled on his ear lobe, planting sloppy kisses down his neck. Your hands were gently touching right above where Beomgyu was desperate to be touched, teasing the hell out of him.

Beomgyu dipped his head down to capture your lips with his own, grabbing your wrists and moving to pin them above your head, while rolling the two of you over so he was on top of you. “I have very, very special plans for tonight. Trust me, you want to wait.” And with that, Beomgyu kissed your forehead before rolling off of you and off the bed.

You groaned in response, missing the warmth of his body against yours. You knew Beomgyu was right about you having to go to work, even if you wish he wasn’t. As you got ready for work, doing your morning routine in the bathroom, you could hear Beomgyu not-so-subtly (or quietly) talk with someone on the phone. You did your best not to listen in, not wanting to ruin his surprise, but you did catch a few words here and there. The word “flowers” was tossed around a bit, as well as “lights” and “perfect”. Whatever Beomgyu had planned with these flowers and lights, you were sure it really would be perfect.

Some days at work go by quickly, while others (most of them) seem to go on forever. The days where minutes seem like hours, and every time you check the clock, it’s like time is mocking you. This was your day at work, where time felt as if it stopped, and you would never be free from the shackles of your employment for the day. Of course, time didn’t actually stop, and eventually you found yourself clocking out of work with the biggest smile on your face.

The whole drive home you were absolutely giddy, so excited to spend the rest of your birthday with your boyfriend and whoever else would be around. Given you had no idea what Beomgyu had actually planned, you weren’t sure what to change into when you got home. It didn’t help that when you finally arrived at your apartment, Beomgyu was out, so you couldn’t even ask him in person. You shot him a quick text as you began combing through your closet to find something that would be perfect for something fancy or for something casual. This really limited your options, and you hoped Beomgyu would text back or come home soon to help you.

You had been going through all your clothes, waiting for Beomgyu, for maybe half an hour before he arrived home. Usually, he arrived home from work earlier than you, but you knew he must have been busy with all the final preparations for whatever he had planned.

“Hi baby! I’m ho- oh,” Beomgyu cheerfully greeted you as he entered your shared bedroom, pausing as he saw the absolute chaos you had unleashed. Shirts, pants, dresses, skirts, all different articles of clothing were scattered along the floor and atop the bed, as well as numerous pairs of heels thrown haphazardly throughout the mess. “What happened in here?”

You giggled as Beomgyu delicately stepped throughout the mess, trying not to step on any of your clothes or trip over some heels. When he was close enough to your crouching position in front of the dresser, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Sorry, darling. I don’t know what I should wear for your special plans tonight, since you’ve kept everything a secret. I was trying to find the perfect outfit for something fancy or something casual,” you pouted, nuzzling your head into Beomgyu’s thigh as he remained standing.

He patted your head gently, biting his lip to keep from cooing over how cute he found you. “Sorry honey, I should have thought about that. You made such a mess, baby,” Beomgyu tutted at you, ruffling your hair. “Why don’t you let me pick out an outfit for you, and you just relax?”

Sighing in defeat, mostly exhaustion from creating such a mess with your clothes, you moved to begin putting everything back where it goes. “I’ll trust you.. but how are you gonna find anything when everything is.. everywhere?” You giggled at the look on Beomgyu’s face as he thought of how to answer your question.

As you began gathering all the pairs of heels littering the floor, Beomgyu groaned. “This is such a mess...babe, I’m sorry, but we don’t have the time to put everything away neatly.”

You waved your hand in dismissal, “That’s fine, I’ll fold everything tomorrow. I’m so excited to spend my birthday with you, Gyu!” A sweet kiss on the lips and you began pretty much throwing everything either on the closet floor or in the dresser, no organization at all. “Now everything is out of the way, so I’m gonna do my makeup.”

“Hey,” Beomgyu catches you by the waist as you walk past him to go to the bathroom. He gently pulls you backwards into his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “I love you. Happy birthday, again.” With a kiss on your neck and a slap on your ass, the two of you set out on your tasks.

With your makeup done, heels on, and dressed in Beomgyu’s favorite of your dresses, you felt hot. Beomgyu definitely thought the same thing, with the way his eyes darkened every time he scanned your body and his lingering touches on your thigh while he drove.

You recognized the route as he drove, though you didn’t say anything or ask where you were headed, instead idly chatting with Beomgyu about your day at work and his. Typical conversation stuff, though you knew neither of you particularly cared as much for this conversation as you normally did.

It was when Beomgyu had finally parked the car outside your favorite restaurant, that the incredibly excited man could no longer contain himself. Opening your door for you and pulling you with him to the restaurant, you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics.

The small restaurant was dark when the two of you entered, and immediately you knew what awaited you. “Surprise!” The lights flickered on, and familiar voices shouted at you, each voice’ respective owner popping up from hiding.

Decorated simply with twinkling lights, balloons, and small sparkly streamers, the entire restaurant looked just like a scene from your favorite movie. A grin broke out on your face as you observed the whole scene in front of you.

Your sister, your two closest co-workers, your childhood friend, and Beomgyu’s best friends stood before you, cheesy party hats on and big smiles on their faces. You didn’t really like parties, but Beomgyu certainly did. If this had been a party for him, there would have been way more people, but as it was a party for you, Beomgyu gathered the people you cherished most.

The birthday celebration he had been preparing for weeks was far greater than you could have imagined, with even the smallest details being deliberately and purposefully chosen to suit your tastes. From the food, to the drinks, to the small floral arrangements, everything was well thought out and showed how much work Beomgyu had put into this.

Having rented out the small restaurant for the night, your group was free to do whatever they wanted. The privacy of the party was something you really appreciated, as you’d be so embarrassed and uncomfortable with your large and loud group taking up the majority of the restaurant space while other patrons tried to enjoy their meals.

The majority of the party seemed to be moving as though in fast-forward, as you continued drinking with your friends throughout the night. The laughter, the gifts, and especially the cake, you had enjoyed the party way more than you usually did.

Having said goodnight to the final friends to leave, you and a very sober Beomgyu made your way back to your car.

“Hey,” you poked Beomgyu’s cheek, turning towards him in front of the car. Beomgyu raised his eyebrows in response, humming quietly in response, amused at your tipsy state. “This was the best birthday ever. You put in so much work, and it all turned out amazing. It was perfect. Thank you, Gyu.” You wrapped your arms around his torso, giving him a squeeze.

Beomgyu kissed the top of your head and wrapped his own arms around you, grinning to himself. “The best for the best. I love you so much. Happy birthday, my love.”

Giggling as you pulled away from the embrace, you looked up at your loving boyfriend and stood on your tip toes so you could place your lips on his.

Beomgyu may not be good at keeping secrets or staying quiet, but he was the very best at loving you.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 2 months

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Wither on the vine

Wekk 1 picture prompt for: Spring picture prompt event by @hotd-bigbang

Themes: Angst

Warnings: Maternal/child death prior to the beginning of the story

Wordcount: 500+words

Summary: Alicent writes about the cherry blossom tree in the Godswood, and her upcoming wedding.

A/n 1: This ficlet is written in the epistolary form of writing

A/n 2: Alicent is 18 in this story

Minors DNI

Alicent Hightower’s journal

5th day in the third moon of 106 AC.— It is still spring, and flowers in the cherry blossom tree have already bloomed in the Godswood. It is the only tree of its nature in Westeros, a gift to the king from the Empress of YiTi in honor of his ascending the throne. There was a solemn ceremony in the Godswood when it was planted into the soil, with a tourney and a grand feast afterward. High lords and ladies came from all over the realm to bear witness, and more than one champion made their name on the tourney grounds. It had been a glorious day, filled with warm sunshine, music, and laughter, and purses growing fat from wagers.

Rhaenyra and I often sat beneath its flower-laden branches and talk and read and laugh. She would share her father’s tales of old Valyria and tales of her little adventures flying atop her dragon, Syrax. She often begged me to come with her, and I always refused. Then she would pout, pursing her lips into a thin line. And then she would smile and enlist my aid in her quest to raid the kitchens for cake.

“I want to fly with you on dragon back,” she once said after wheedling the cook into giving her a tray laden with cake and other sweets. “See the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake.”

What happy times they were! The realm prospered, queen Aemma was with child again, and commoners and nobles alike awaited the birth of a little prince, an heir to wear his father’s crown and put an end to the question of succession for good and for all. Alas! That was not to be. Good queen Aemma perished in her labors, and her son followed her soon after. And that was when Father began his scheming, though, at the time, I did not see it for what it truly was.

A ploy to put me in the king’s bed as his new queen and secure more power for himself.

“I would like for you to seek out the king,” he had said, “and offer him comfort. Viserys is plagued with grief. He will be glad to have a kindly visitor. And Alicent? Be sure one of your mother’s dresses when you call on him.”

As strange as it was, I thought nothing of his request to garb myself in one of my lady mother’s dresses. I did as I was bid, because that was what dutiful children did. They obeyed their mother and father in all things. I obeyed my father and listened to him, never questioning him or his motives, even when my own conscience pressed me to do so. And because I listened to him without question and toiled blindly on his behalf, I am now left without a true friend in court and the companion I once considered as dear as a most beloved sister. I am about to wed a man I could neither love nor desire and produce his heirs year after year, all while the cherry blossom tree continues to bloom and my own wishes and dreams slowly wither on the vine.

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sacaydia · 9 months

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Navigation!!!

About me!,, Masterlist, Request Info/Rules!

#sacaydia<3 #navigation #blog rules #masterlist #Requests #line dividers from animatedglittergraphics n more

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gr00vyminibus · 7 months

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Two parts to a heart.

Maria Rambeau x black fem.

Maria finally reconciles with you again but this time she may have to choose between the two people she loves the most.

Will include: lot of bad mouthing on Carol's behalf, consumption of alcohol, suggestive scenes, smut, suggestive oral sex, tribbing, degrading on someone's behalf. Self-projecting (oops! 😋 hey I love Carol but we got beef.)

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Maria felt she deserved this even if it made her feel guilty, she grew attached to Carol and loved her even but that devotion was torn in half by you.

Speaking of, you were beyond happy that she accepted this date at the underground and bought some food and drinks while you sat and listened to the live music. Maria was enjoying herself but even when she smiled and spoke with confidence you knew something was wrong.

"You thinkin' about her?" You spoke over the music as you leaned over. Maria sipped her alchoholic lemonade a bit faster before setting down the cup and allowing the acidic and sweet taste to settle on her toungue. Readying herself to lie.

"What? no. I'm not." She glanced at you and brought her eyes to the artist again. You noticed the subtle swallow in her throat and smirked, "You just lied." She rolled her eyes to the sound of you chuckling and tried to tune it out but you weren't having it.

"Acting like we ain't been in the force together. Bet carol couldn't read you like I do."

"Don't– talk about about her right now." You raise your brows and ask sarcastically, "Did I cross a line?" Maria tsked and crossed her legs over, her head shaking in disbelief before she decided to lean in your ear so you could hear her response.

"You know you being real petty right now." You shrugged, "So? Its just crazy that blondie ain't here, but she stays on your mind." You tilted your head at Maria as she rolled her eyes and gave you the hand to your chest.

"Whatever, I don't wanna hear anything about carol, I came here with you, not her." The music came to an end and their was just the sound of distant and close claps while you two stared at eachother.

"Fine. You right.. I'm trippin. You hoping to leave here with me too though?" Maria saw a flash of the old you and felt the other half of her heat fill in replacement of what carol couldn't be there to provide.

You braids fell further over your shoulder as you smiled and combed them forward. Maria poked her toungue in her cheek and looked elsewhere.

"Mhm, sure.."

"What was that?" She looked back at you and couldn't contain her hazy smile as she nodded, "Yes, I want to leave here with you." You glanced at her plum glossed lips and instantly wet your own. Maria watched the wet muscle slide back in your mouth as her smile grew wider from the side.

Then the host interrupted with another introduction of a musician.

"If you havin' a good time lemme hear you say yea?" The crowd agreed and he smiled all wide and boxy, "Our new performer is a poet and he real deep, came from the bars so he know a thing or two, give it up for Red Storm!" you both enjoyed the last of the music you were going hear from a microphone before hearing it another way.

Eventually when it was time to go, you stood up in your skin tight dress, hand in hand with Maria who held her pocketbook to her stomach as you led her out of the crowd. Maria's pent up desire only greatened when she rode quietly in the passenger seat of your SUV. She tried to focus on the highway or passing cars rather than your hand sliding down her thigh to cup her knee.

She remembers what you both used to do in flight school and outside of it. You were able to see Monica and be with her for a couple of months, that is until Maria broke it off. Carol was haunting her and took up the space in her mind that you used to occupy.

She realized she was using you and parted ways in the kindest way possible to gain time to heal and by God's gift... Carol came back. She came back in the most unusual situation and she didn't quite remember who Maria was but the woman was absolutely willing to help ring her bells.

And her nearly empty heart was refilling like a flipped hourglass, she knew that Carol still loved her and Carol knew that too but she had to leave yet again. Maria this time, was all the more understanding. Saving the rest of the galaxy was surely more important than staying with her and Monica.

Carol was accomplishing something bigger than the three of them but it hurt to know that she had a choice and didn't hesitate. Months of her absence began multiplying and Monica was too hopeful for her own good. It truly pained her as a mother to decompose her hopes into reality when her child was led on with the last few words Carol said to her.

Like she'd actually come back. Bullshit.

Maria was back at square one, her hearts compassion emptying out for everyone other than her child until she saw you again. Appearing polished because you held it together like you never had a day where you just wanted to beg on her doorstep, get revenge, or simply.. talk.

Obviously the last option prevailed and they were a lot of days where you both would just sit and talk until something sparked up again like a shabby yet treasured car.

Maria was persuaded into giving you both a chance again and thats all you wanted, another chance. You pulled into her driveway and unlocked the car doors so you both could get into the house as soon as possible. No one was there since Monica was at her grandparents and Maria stepped up the porch with you, keys in hand.

She jangled them for the right one before unlocking the door and walking inside, even after a long time you knew where everything was and followed her in the dimness of her house, the only light being the one through blinds since Maria flicked the porch lights on.

When she reached her room, your heart skipped a beat. You were met with same furniture and scent of fresh laundry, ensence and coffee along with Maria's sharp perfume.

"This what you wanted?" She asked as she found her way on the king-sized bed and flicked on a lamp, you stood a distance from Maria as you watched her drag the zipper of her dress slowly and finally peel the rest of it down her body when it reached the limit.

Without taking your eyes off of her her, you slid your heels off your feet and dropped them to the floor.

"It's damn sure a part of it." She threw her dress elsewhere and thumbed the straps of her bralette. The fact that it was a magenta and see through made your mouth water and you got in the bed with her in your own navy blue lace set.

Maria grabbed your face, bringing you in to kiss her, your toungue pressed against each other before your lips did and it didn't miss not a sound of content from the both of you. She began to straddle your lap and grabbed handfuls of your braids just to bring you closer.

Was it the loud drumming of your heart in your ears or was Maria kissing you really familiarly. It reminded you of the good times you spent sharing a bed but it had another nostalgic feeling in it.

Maria felt your hands run over the fullness of her bottom and knead the flesh like dough. She loosened her fingers from your hair and slid them down your neck to take a hold of it. Making you lean back at foot of the bed, your head resting just at the edge which made the blood start to rush north.

"Why don't you take my panties off, make my job easier?" You smirked as your fingers hooked in the bands and pealed them off with a smirk.

"Yes ma'am."

"Oh, you ain't forget your manners?" Maria momentarily got off your lap and used a hand to slide her undergarments off her ankles completely afterwards she used both to slide off your panties as you slightly raised your hips and lowered them back on the bed.

"Not during times like this" Maria liked the way your voice faded out as she put your legs togther in a familiar position, her eyes found yours again as she slowly scooted closer and closer until you physically couldn't take it and pushed your hips into her for that special connection.

A moan here, and sweet sigh there.

"You still got the heart to tease me? After all these years?" A teasing smile made its way to your lips as you grinding your hips, lips parting for a weak exhale between sentences. Maria grips your thigh for more control and accuracy and manages a smile back at you.

"You still ain't got the heart to take it, baby?" Your hand came down on the flesh of her ass as Maria let out a moan, biting her lip at wonderful tingling sensation that lingered behind.

"Keep talking, I love when you get smart." The way the energy shifted so pleasantly had her heart pumping with adrenaline. Should she be careful with her words or should she risk it and see how far you'll go.

You knew the gears in her head were turning so while they did you took the advantage of flipping your bodies over holding her leg over your shoulder. Maria exposed one off her breasts from her bra and pinched the nipple. Her body slid up the sheets repeatedly as you rocked into her.

The once perfect shape of her pixie cut being ruined by the hot friction under her head but that was the least of her worries. Maria arched once because she felt something build up inside already and it excited her because its been so long. Her eyes welled up looking at you.

"You know how beautiful you look right now?" You whispered as you leaned near her ear, "So fucking beautiful." You kissed the line of her jaw and gently moaned after because you were approaching the end too, your pussy missed maria just as much, if not more than Maria's has missed you.

She preened, "Yeah?" Her hands curled around any part of you like vines as she rocked back against you with her mouth falling open and snapping back closed with pleased hisses.

" 'Course. Carol ain't never tell you that?– about how sexy you look when you cum- or when you just tipping and tipping.. and don't know what do with yourself?" Maria felt irritation prick at her skin momentarily but you just made her even more turned on with how jealous and explicit you were.

If you weren't fucking Maria so good right now she'd kick you out of her bed. "I mean," you continued, wanting to spite the absent woman even more.

"does she even know how to truly turn you on?" Maria rolled her eyes and accidentally got them stuck back in her skull when you reached one hand down to rub smooth circles onto her throbbing clit. "Mmm, sh–shut up"

"She know that you want a woman willing to lick you from your pretty lil head to your toes? Admit you've been missing me– missing this passionate sex that Carol couldn't give you." your voice wavered a bit from the fact that you were so incredibly close and if Maria said it, that would certainly loosen the knot.

Instead she chose to be stubborn and not give you the satisfaction, Maria weakly pushed at your chest and squeezed her thighs to repel you but you grabbed both of her hands with one wrist. Her frustrated and lustful gaze met yours as you pressed further with your voice lowering.

"Mari' you know I got all night and the morning after." You searched in her eyes and saw them soften, you could really get to a person if you pleased them right but Maria was thinking beyond that. She wasn't getting pleasured by any random person.

She was sharing her body to the woman with skin the same color as ground coffee, your eyes the jugs of hickory liquor Maria's favorite small country bars would serve, always on a Friday or Saturday.

On those days she felt the most relaxed, even if she was away from her child.

Maria fell inlove with you because you were the embodiment of the phrase, I got you. She can hardly remember whenever your arms weren't open and if there was a time you had a good damn reason. You and Carol were two different people that claimed her heart for different reasons.

The thing is, Maria's mind clicked with you before her heart did. Almost like calling shotgun about which organ would control her feelings. You were mostly there and supported her through the whole road and hills ahead. But Carol popped in and made her days even brighter, she resurrected her heart.

But, you.

You.

She needed you more than she wanted you. So.

"Come on, baby." You spoke gently as your climax creeped.

"Yes, yes... I fucking missed you, y/n." You leaned in enough to be in a range where could you kiss her.

"You and I both knew that anyway." you crashed your lips together and your hold loosened on her bound hands, Maria brought them both down and embraced you with her arms holding your waist and neck possessively when their was no competition.

Your hips stuttered against one anothers like the moans that slid down your throats. Finally letting your quick orgasms take control.

Once you both calmed down, half naked chests pressing against eachothers and rising in breaths, you leaned up with yours hands dragging from Maria's limp body to your upright frame. Your bra getting un-clipped and thrown somewhere as Maria copied you.

She was very light headed but she sat up to welcome you back down her body with a hand rubbing your back, her eyes deeper than any sea and ocean. You ran your fingers through Maria's pixie as she mouthed wet kisses on your skin, her lips rubbing across the rich expanse of brown and sucking in certain spaces.

"I know I–" you started but her lips found your neck in no time, nipping and licking up your collarbone.

"I know I piss you off.. with the shit I say but– in my head you just belong with me." the statement was solemn and almost desperate. Maria departed from your skin and looked up at you, your bodies shifting positions again as she got between your legs on all fours.

Her arms planted behind your hips as you settled back and accepted the affection Maria continued to shower you with.

"I'd love to make all your wishes come true, you're such a wonderful woman." you relax and close your eyes.

"But you know I ain't no genie. M'not perfect." She placed a sticky kiss to your lips as you fluttered your eyes open. Maria sat back on her calves staring at you with little lust, a little love, and some sadness.

"I know you won't take me back immediately but I just want to stick around. Can you allow that?" Maria's heart started to twist as you stroked your braids behind your ear and maintained your eye-contact hopefully. She broke it eventually and sighed as her body moved back in between your legs.

The creamy mess on your thighs attracted her and she found herself spreading them apart as you wordlessly watched.

"Maria-"

"Yes?" She rasped and you flickered your eyes up to her ass propped perfectly in the air before looking back at her.

"You're avoiding my question."

"Am I?" Her lounge lapped at your inner thigh as she watched you pick your next words. "Yes, s-shouldn't we ta..?" Maria rolled her tounge back into her mouth and savored your combined tastes.

"Can we talk about this in the morning?" You raised your brows and placed your head against the headboard. Just agreeing in silence.

The morning would be best.

•

Your arm was comfortably tucked under Maria's head as she snored lightly. Eyes focused on her the moment you woke up, she was everything worth paying attention to.

You rolled onto your side and looked over her calm face and she started wake up when your lips kissed her temple. Maria squeezed her eyes a few times before she turned to the other source of warmth beside her.

A soft smile making its way onto her chapped lips as she traced her fingers down your cheek for a proper kiss. Despite your morning breaths you added toungue and cupped her face knowing Maria would soon need to breathe. She parted from you with a light chuckle.

"You just don't care, huh?"

"never did" you giggled and layed your head beside Maria's as she stroked your face and stared into your eyes, they just made her feel so comfortable and at peace like nothing could disrupt her life unless she gave it permission.

"You getting lost in em' huh?" You wriggled your brows as she narrowed her eyes and burst out giggling for a duration, ugh now here came the instinct to laugh about anything you said. To smile uncontrollably just because. "You not all that!"

You snickered and eventually you both melted back into the silence. Maria thought about your question and it pounded in her head like hammer and nail.

I just want to stick around. Can you allow that?"

"I thought about what you said.. you know. Sticking around?" You nodded against the pillow and swiped your thumb across her forearm. "I'm not saying no neither am I saying yes but... can you give me some more time?" You nodded aprrovingly and furrowed your brows.

"Of course." Maria sighed.

"Yeah, we just kinda.. had sex on the first date and while it was amazing" you smiled abashedly, "I want us to go on more and develop a stronger connection beyond our bodies. I want reconcile with the woman I met in the flightschool and I'd be more than happy to know the woman I'm laying with now."

"..what do you say?" Maria blinks at you as your hand stops stroking her arm and instead holds it. Your answer is the pull you make to her body and the kiss that erased the remaining exhaust from her mind. She's happy right now and so greatful that you, are now the one that understands.

"I love you."

Maria opens her eyes and feels it all rush in. Brown fingers didn't trace her skin, porcelain ones did and she sighed before looking into a pair of hazel orbs, Carol's hair is all over the pillows and both women look like a mess but it doesn't matter.

"You must've slept well?" Carol wasn't gone yet but Maria knew she wouldn't be here for long, hell, she had to leave for good today.

"Yeah, I had the.. weirdest dream." She muttered as Carol intertwined their fingers.

"Wanna tell me about it?" The blonde asked as she stared lovingly. Maria shook her with a small smile and changed the subject.

Here she had the woman she thought she yearned for and missed to death but she loved you too, and you were actually out there somewhere, miles away. Still holding the half of her heart.

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