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little miss!!!
#hedgehog crossing au my beloved <3#i should talk about it here sometime hehe#anyways have denim on denim fashion crimes 2000s little miss rouge <3333#i love her. alot#SO much better than my first draft for her... still pondering posting those along with more silly au doodles :P#anyways#rouge the bat#sonic#sth#sonic au#sonic art
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really know him
part i part ii part iii part iv
eddie munson x fem!reader
word count: 3,190
warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of eddie's childhood/parents, cops, feelings and fluff
a/n: okay, hi. look who remembered how to write for eddie!! i know, right? it's totally wild. so this is gonna be another multi-part series. i think this first one is pretty sweet. it's been nice to write some eddie for a while. i hope you guys enjoy this!! the title is a play on something dustin says to wayne in season four. also tagging @rogueharrington and @zaypay because the former is a little goon and way too good to me and the latter i know wanted some eddie and is also much to sweet to me. happy reading!! <3333
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The screen door slams so hard that the frame rattles and the metal screeches, and you’re not even sure it shut properly. But you don’t really care.
You don’t care at all.
You practically run to the picnic table closest to your trailer, stepping onto the bench to raise yourself up and sit on the tabletop.
It rained today. It’s ended just recently enough that the trees are still dripping with it, the leaves shaking water off with each breeze that comes by, the wood table damp under where you sit.
You’re sure it’s wetting the denim of your jeans, turning the light wash of them a darker shade. But you don’t care. You don’t care about any of this. It feels so minor when you ache like this.
The feeling stretches and splays throughout your chest, crawling up your throat and producing a sob that you release into the night air.
You lean your head back and let the tears come. They spill into your hair, across the tops of your ears; they trickle down the side of your neck. They don’t seem to want to stop. They’re the kind of tears that just keep going and going. You just have to let it out. You can’t possibly hold them in because they won’t allow it.
You feel your eyes get puffy, feel your lashes sticking to your skin. You feel like a wreck.
It’s then that he sees you.
Eddie lights a cigarette, pulling his wrist the rest of the way through the jacket he’d grabbed on the way out. It’s the time of day where he walks around outside the trailer, smoking, breathing, looking for bugs or half listening to whatever show neighbors are watching with the volume loud enough that the whole trailer park can hear it.
He sees your silhouette across the sandy road, your figure cast in the orange light from the old street lamp that’s just come on, the shady area tricking it into thinking it’s fully night already.
Eddie sits down on the couch. He can’t help but look you over. No one else is usually out around now, except for that couple that sits on the old playground. They’ve lived here longer than Eddie has been alive, Wayne once told him. Everyone else is too busy having dinner or vacuuming or doing whatever the fuck it is that people do.
You drop your face into your hands, fingers becoming wet with tears.
Eddie catches the motion, the tremble in your shoulders and the way you’re folding in on yourself. It’s like you’re trying to make yourself as small as possible. Like maybe you’re trying to disappear.
Eddie thinks you obviously want to be alone. It’s probably why you’re out here in the first place. He knows that when he’s upset and he wanders off somewhere that that’s what he wants too.
But he also knows how much he’s wished to be seen or comforted before. And the idea of leaving you there, shuddering and lost, is killing him.
So he stands.
The combination of dirt and gravel crunches under Eddie’s boots, making his approach a lot less quiet than he’d originally been shooting for. But it's not like subtlety has ever been his strong suit anyways.
You hear it, the sound. You try and wipe your face dry, though it’s to no avail. It’s as if a buildup of every suppressed emotion is releasing itself all at once, and there’s nothing you can do about it until it’s over. Until you allow yourself to let it go.
Still, you try and fix yourself because you can see someone walking up out of the corner of your eye. No one ever sees you cry. There’s no reason for them to.
Eddie steps up onto the bench just as you had, settling close enough to you on the tabletop that the chain on his jeans touches your thigh. It’s cold, especially with the way your jeans are wet now, but his body is warm next to yours. There’s a part of you that wants to lean into that warmth, to lean into him.
Eddie takes the cigarette from his mouth and holds it out to you. When you turn to face him he raises his eyebrows, a sweet look on his face. Want a hit? He’s asking.
You shake your head. No thank you.
Eddie takes one more long drag and then he’s snuffing the cigarette out. If you don’t want any, he doesn’t want to bother you with it either.
“You okay?” he asks you.
You shrug.
Eddie looks at you, curls slipping from over his shoulder to dangle on one side of his face, a stark difference in color between that of his hair and cheek. At first you don’t look back, but then you do. You have to, knowing he’s got his eyes on you. You turn your head, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, eyes swollen and tears shiny against your cheeks and down your neck, making your skin look tacky. You’re fussing with the edge of your sleeve.
Eddie thinks you look young.
“How come you came over here?” you ask, looking at his boots, which remain unlaced, like he hadn’t even thought to tie them at all. “It’s not like we’re friends or something.”
The boy snorts. “We worked together on that one project in Ms. O’Donnell’s,” he points out. “Before you up and left.”
That gets the grin out of you he was hoping it would. “You mean when I graduated?”
“Yeah.” He knocks his knee against yours, fiddling with the chain clasped around his wrist. “And,” Eddie continues, “we live across from each other.” He gestures to either of your trailers and you follow the movement of his finger. The nail is painted black, though thoroughly chipped. The kind of chipping you get when it’s been so long since you’ve done your nails that you can’t even remember painting them at all. “Doesn’t that make us like, at least, acquaintances?”
You bring your hands up to your face, wiping at the tears there before getting at the ones spread throughout your hairline. “I suppose so,” you say.
You wipe your hands across the denim covering your legs and then shake them out. You look up. Eddie notices you doing this and looks up with you.
The moon is round and bright. “Is it full tonight?” he asks.
“Tomorrow,” you say. Your calendar had told you so, a little circle under the date. “Though you never answered my question.”
Eddie’s head lowers towards yours, and he’s thinking. What question? Oh. That one, yeah.
“You looked upset. I thought maybe it would be nice for you to not be alone.”
You look at him again, and his big brown eyes stare back at you. They’re shiny under the light from the street lamp, his eyelashes unfairly long and kissing at the corners. There are shadows under his eyes, but they only make him look prettier.
You think about the fact that he didn’t have to do that. Come and sit with you. It’s just the fact that he did. That he’s not prying. That he simply did not want you to be alone.
“Thank you, Eddie.”
His face splits into a sweet grin. He raises his hands, gesturing with them in a sweeping motion.
“Anytime,” he says. “I’m right there, you know. If you ever need to yell or something. As long as you’re not too busy with college for an old high school acquaintance.”
You roll your eyes at him but it’s completely void of malice. You glance back up again, and when you do, you gasp a little.
“What?” Eddie’s voice sounds slightly panicked.
You lift your hand, pointing. “Look,” you tell him. “The bats are out.”
Eddie’s shoulders slump in relief that there isn’t something wrong. But you’re right. There are at least three bats circling around the entrance to the trailer park.
One of them squeaks and you do too, though yours is out of excitement rather than whatever the reason is that bats chirp–he doesn’t know. It makes Eddie laugh.
“You like bats?”
"I do," you say, your eyes never leaving the sky. It's been a long time since you saw them, never really being out at the right time. You hope they find something good to eat.
"Me too," Eddie says.
You look away, just for a moment, remembering. "Haven't you got some on your arm?"
The boy laughs, slow and warm. "Yeah, I drew one up for my back, but I haven't saved up enough to get it done yet."
Your eyes light up, a flicker of curiosity, and Eddie thinks his heart skips a beat. "What part of your back?" you ask him.
"Lower," he says, pointing to where the bats are swooping down into the trees. You both watch them together.
"You want a tramp stamp?"
Eddie tosses his head back and cackles. It’s a beautiful, joyous sound. "I suppose I do."
“Nothing wrong with a tramp stamp, Eddie,” you say through a laugh.
He smiles at you then, and it’s boyish. He looks young. Happy. And you can’t believe he’s looking at you that way.
You turn your face back to the sky and close your eyes. Your nose stings and the tears start spilling out again.
Eddie looks at you and realizes you’re crying. He puts his hand on your knee on instinct. “Hey, what’s the matter?”
You shake your head, using one hand to wipe at your face, the other settling atop his hand. His eyes dart briefly to observe your touching hands but his focus is back on you just as quickly.
“It’s nothing,” you say. “Just having a rough night and you’re being really kind to me and I guess I’m just overwhelmed.”
You move your hand, but Eddie grabs hold of it gently.
“Look at me.”
You shake your head again.
“It’s okay. I’m not going to make fun of you,” he says, and you believe him, though really looking at him and his big brown eyes is enough to wash a surge of sadness over you.
Eddie uses his thumb to wipe the fresh tears from under your lashes, grazing the tip of your now stuffy nose with his knuckle. You wrinkle it and he grins.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.
“Not really, no.”
Eddie nods. “That’s cool.” He smiles again, and pushes a chunk of hair behind his ear, which only makes you curious about something else.
You sniffle. “Why don’t you have your ears pierced?”
“You’re looking at me and that’s what you’re worried about?”
You rub your nose rather aggressively. “Yeah, actually. It seems very off-brand of you to not have at least one of them pierced. And I know you’re not afraid of needles.”
You don’t have to gesture to his tattoos. And that is true about the needles, but don’t be fooled. Eddie does not like getting shots. He loathes it, matter of fact.
“Nope. Definitely not. I guess I just never got around to it. But it’s not like I have something against piercings.”
You rub your denim clad knees. “I’m glad to hear it.”
The both of you are quiet for a little while. It’s a comfortable silence, one that you feel safe in with him there. Because of him. You let your eyes wander around the trailer park as if you’ve never been here before. As if you hadn’t skinned your palms and banged up your knees or gotten a sunburn here as a child. As if you hadn’t grown and watched the trailers deteriorate as time went on.
You look across the street at Eddie’s trailer, and suddenly you remember.
You must’ve been, what, twelve? When the cops showed up, escorting a little boy the same age as you, informing a man who never really wanted children that the boy belonged to him now. There were a lot of people there that day. A social worker, maybe? A whole lot of people all trying to figure out what to do with another kid whose parents had bailed.
Eddie’s father was arrested under charges of so many things you weren't really sure what they all were. He’d been running from the law for a very long time. And then one day he wasn’t running anymore.
Eddie’s mother was still there after his dad wasn’t. She tried to raise Eddie, but she couldn’t do it on her own. She’d had him young, and never really gotten the hang of it, even if she tried. How hard she tried though, that can be debated on.
After a while she turned to drugs to cope, and then when the money ran out, when the lights were off and the house cold, she ran off.
Eddie was alone, with nothing but a note and his uncle’s phone number. His mother had told herself that Eddie was a smart boy, that he’d figure it out. She got by on telling herself that her brother would take good care of her son.
And he had. He still does. Wayne was and is a better father than Eddie’s biological dad had ever been. And even if it wasn’t what he’d planned, what he’d wanted, Eddie was Wayne’s boy. He always would be.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Eddie’s voice breaks you out of your stupor.
You shake your head.
“Thank you for sitting out here with me tonight, Eddie.”
He does his best to hide the pout he feels emerging. He doesn’t want you to go back inside, and that’s the sort of sentence that usually precedes a goodbye. He wants to talk to you. He wants to figure out who you are.
“You don’t have to thank me. I’ll sit with you any time you want. And you can always sit with me too, if you feel like it.”
You grin. Eddie thinks it’s so pretty, your smile. Shy, sure, but so, so pretty.
“You’re positive?”
“Absolutely.”
You go to stand, but Eddie beats you to it, his boots hitting the ground with a thud. He offers you his hand. “M’lady.”
His hand is surprisingly warm, and you’re quite sure the callouses you can feel will be imprinted in your brain for the rest of your life.
“Can I walk you home?” Eddie asks.
You laugh, kicking at a particularly large tree root that the rain has exposed, washing away the thin layer of dirt covering it.
“Well I don’t know, Eddie, the twenty feet to my trailer is an awful long trek. Wouldn’t want you to have to go through all of that.”
He shakes his head at you, bangs moving over his eyebrows. “You’re right. Could be dangerous. Which is why I need to go with you to ensure you get inside safely. Maybe you should even hold my hand.”
“Smooth.”
He holds out his hand. “Right?”
You take it, and he squeezes once, hard enough to make you giggle.
Eddie walks you to your trailer, and rests his chin against the worn out porch railing while you walk up the stairs.
“Goodnight, Eddie.”
“Night, M’lady.”
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It’s been a few days. Everything the rain touched dried out again.
Eddie’s outside. He won’t mind if you go and see him, right?
You can always sit with me too, if you feel like it.
You do feel like it.
Your front steps creak as you bound down them, looking both ways before you cross the road—if it can even be called that—as if the trailer park has ever been traffic heavy. Habit or whatever.
Eddie watches you make your way towards him, tugging on the flannel you’re wearing to try and keep it close to your sides, away from the wind.
“Hey,” Eddie says. He’s got that stupid ass grin on his face.
“Hi.” You stop before even stepping up onto the concrete slab that is his porch. “Thought I’d come and visit you. Hope that’s okay.”
“Told you it was.” He chuckles. It makes your face warm.
Eddie is slumped on the old couch they have set out there. His legs are spread wide, one splayed out and the other pulled closer to the cushion. He reaches his arms up over his head, stretching and yawning. His shirt rides up with the movement, exposing a sliver of the bottom of his stomach, the soft doughy skin there, the trail of dark hair leading both upwards and downwards.
“Wanna come sit?” He asks, lowering his arms. He pretends like he didn’t see you looking at him in that way, even though he most definitely did. If he thinks about it too hard he’ll blush.
Rather than answer, you step up and settle on the other end of the couch, your back to the arm. You pull your legs up and sit with them criss-crossed.
“What are you up to?” you ask.
He snorts. “Procrastinating. I’m supposed to be doing homework. You know, so I can do that graduating thing you did. I also have a campaign to finish, but here we are.”
You grin at him, and he reaches over, thumb tapping your knee before he rests his hand on the couch next to you. “If it helps,” you start, “I also have homework I’m supposed to be doing.”
“We’re so good at this.”
“Aren’t we?”
Eddie is quiet for a minute. He looks around outside, noting that the sun is slipping away. “You come to look for bats again?”
“No. I just wanted to see you. But I’ll gladly look for them.”
“To see me? How kind. You know just how to flatter a man.” He presses a hand to his chest dramatically and you roll your eyes.
The door that they use as their front one opens, and Wayne walks out. He looks over at you both.
“I’m headin’ out, Ed.” He smiles at you. “What’re you both up to? No good from the looks of it.”
“Lookin’ for bats,” Eddie tells him. Wayne gives the boy a knowing look, but he won’t mention it. If something’s going on, Eddie will spill eventually. That’s how it’s always worked. Eddie the motormouth and whatnot.
Wayne turns his face to the sky, hand raising to shield his eyes from that last little chunk of sun still hanging around, even though the moon has already started to climb up. “Watch that back tree line,” he instructs. “It’s where I always seem ‘em.”
“Will do,” you say, grinning.
Wayne opens his car door, throwing himself inside. “Behave!” he calls.
Eddie gives him a two finger salute and watches as his uncle drives off, turning and then Eddie can’t see him anymore.
“Us?” Eddie starts. “Behave? Why on earth would we do a thing like that?”
You toss your head back and laugh. Eddie thinks you look so pretty tonight. The sun is almost gone for the evening, the clouds turning this pretty pink, this deep orange. The clouds are a thick gray.
He wants to scoot closer to you on the couch. Maybe one day soon he will.
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N, your last drabble!!! Dream falling in love with Hob’s domesticity, with the humanity he brings out in him!! Craving these brief moments between them where everything’s soft and mushy and quiet and crispy warm. Dream slowly noticing how lovingly Hob looks up at him. Dream drowning in his presence, drowning in Hob. Falling in love in the tranquility of one another.
I WILL cry…
I KNOW... i am already crying, cocoa, FOR REAL
have some domestic flirting <3333
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It must be, Morpheus thinks, a particular quality of the light that streams in through Hob’s kitchen window, that it catches in his hair and brings out the little amber flecks in each strand just so. This is something Morpheus has never before had the opportunity to notice. The sources of illumination in the White Horse Tavern were too low to ever lend Hob such radiance, and those in the New Inn too electric. It must be a peculiar quality of Hob Gadling’s, that he is best suited to being lit up by the sun.
The way it softens his edges and sets his skin to glowing nearly makes Morpheus envious of how unreservedly it bestows Hob with its favor.
Hob is washing up the breakfast dishes in the sink—an activity so mundane and tedious and small that the Morpheus of six centuries ago would have scoffed at the very idea of finding it engrossing. How much time in their fleeting eyeblink of a life, thinks that vestige of Morpheus idly, do people spend simply soaping and rinsing and drying dishes? Yet today he sits at Hob’s little kitchen table and feels abjectly fascinated by every detail of the act.
Hob Gadling, he supposes, has more time than most to spare for such follies. Hob does not own a dishwasher. The sleeves of his buttondown are pushed up to his elbows, and his arms are shiny-wet up to mid-forearm, and his hands disappear into a mountain of white suds as he scrubs at the inside of a frying pan with a green wiry sponge. The room smells bright and clean, the lemon zest scent of the dish liquid catching and holding Morpheus’ attention as much as the roll of Hob’s shoulders does when he turns to place the rinsed pan aside to drip dry.
Morpheus remembers too late that humankind tends to dislike the sensation of being observed. But Hob only slants a crooked smile at him when he notes that he is watched; only says, “See something you like?”
Instantly Hob’s eyes widen the barest fraction, and squeeze shut, and Morpheus spies the shadow that passes in the next moment over his face. It is the same sort of shadow, the same drawing inwards, that he has noted sometimes comes over Lucienne when she thinks she may have said something that will surely be ill-received.
Morpheus cannot fathom what has troubled Hob now.
He considers Hob’s question with care.
What is before him? There is the ease with which Hob grins at him. The glinting sunshine that follows the soft fall of his hair out of the haphazard bun. The dark patches of denim where Hob has just wiped his dripping palms on his thighs.
“Yes.” Morpheus answers simply, and knows it to be the truth. “I see... much that pleases me.”
“Oh,” Hob says, his smile widening to show a flash of teeth. “Alright, then.”
There is surprise in his voice, and pleasure, and... something else Morpheus does not decipher. He has not read the daydreams of Hob Gadling in many hundreds of years. He will not begin now.
But a flush blooms across Hob’s cheeks then to accompany his words, the staining red of poppies, and Morpheus finds he enjoys this as well.
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so... ORIGINALLY i was thinking about perv!lifeguard!swim teacher!beomgyu cause of that one thing w soobin a while back, but then i decided I want to write that so you get:
(my mind actually went blank here so i looked at txt wet hair pics for inspo) (and then used my life as inspo too) (so if you don't mind...) (YES IM MANIFESTING THIS IRL W POOL BOY (yes ik his real name sjbdj) BUT WTV 🙏)
perv!yeonjun who goes to the same pool you do, on the same regular basis as you, and when you tell your friends how cute you think he is, you think it's just a coincidence 🤭 little do you know he's practically obsessed with you and the way you move through the water so effortlessly, curves and rolls and dimpled thighs on full display <3 and when he found you go to the pool on a similar schedule as him, well, he wouldn't pass that up for anything... brushing past you in the pool just to get a chance to feel your skin against his, imagine his surprise when he finds out he has a personal connection to you... friend's friend's sister, and best of all, you're both headed to a party together the next week... 🤭
OH MY GOD YEAH,,, perv!jjun x chubby!reader 🔛🔝
yeonjun remembers the very first moment that he saw you, the way your curves spilled out the sides of your swimsuit, your ass and tits barely hidden by the thin fabric — god, you're an image to behold, and he sure as hell wants a taste...little does he know, you have similar thoughts about him, how his strong arms would feel around you, how his hard chest would feel pressed against your back as he takes you from behind....
he's pleasantly surprised to learn that you're not a complete stranger that he'll never see again when he sees you at a party the next weekend, short denim shorts and crop top leaving little to the imagination,, and when you strip down to your bikini right in front of him to get into the house's pool?? fuck, he feels himself getting hard. how innocent you seem, unknowing just how much power you hold over him — but you're not that innocent, not really. you've been catching him eyeing you all night, even your friends have confirmed your suspicions, and perhaps you're feeling a little bold,, you go up to him as he stands alone, just observing the party, bikini clinging to your wet skin, and introduce yourself
it doesn't take long for the two of you to move somewhere more..private, especially after he sat you in his lap as you got to know each other better, his half-hard cock pressing against your sensitive pussy and you grinding back into him, ever a tease,,, he pushes you into vacant bathroom inside the house, bending you over the counter as he shoves his shorts and boxers down and your bikini bottoms to the side, exposing your cute lil cunt, all wet and ready for him...with little prep, he bottoms out rolls and wastes no time in pounding into you, reveling in your loud cries that he's sure everyone outside can hear,,holds you by your hair to keep you from burying your face in your arms, loving how ruined you look in the mirror for him, your body jiggling with every harsh roll of his hips,, and don't think he isn't going to tell you how pretty you look, how well you take his cock, slapping your ass just to watch it quake against his hand,, pulls out to cum onto the pretty rolls of your back, painting your skin with white ropes of cum — and before you can even think, he's on his knees behind you, nosing your entrance and breathing in your delicious scent before his tongue is ravaging your pussy til you cry <3333
...yeah, he's gonna have a lot of fun with you this summer 😵💫
#i am so feral#what the fuck#are we seeing how much i wrote#i could write a whole essay on this#*heavy breathing*#txt smut#yeonjun smut#txt hard thoughts#txt hard hours#yeonjun hard hours#yeonjun hard thoughts#ada ⭐️#moots!#banggyu0308 asks#🧨 — hard hours#agust.nsfw#💌 — jjun
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through the hourglass 124. brb x oc
a/n: my day is going a bit intense and I don't know how to feel about it. hah. just...send good vibes guys, pls. reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3333
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: none.
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Nicole loved going out with her parents, it was one of the few things her still developing mind could connect with fun. That and spending time with both of her grandparents. She was still six months old, still a baby but she was very alert.
Her doctors often told her parents how smart she was for such a young age, in fact they mentioned that she might expand her vocabulary really soon, maybe sooner than any of them expected. So to her, looking out of the window from her little seat as her father drove them somewhere was enough to catch her attention, “Aa?” she stares at the window, making Beatrice look at her then to see what she was so intrigued by.
There was a huge billboard with a dog on it, a pitbull that resembled Jolene a whole lot. “I know, honey. It’s a dog.” her mother says, “It looks like Jojo,doesn’t it?”
“Buh buh buh.” she giggles, kicking her little legs, those tiny Mary Janes were making their daughter look like a little doll, “Ha!”
Beatrice smiles, rubbing her daughter’s leg fondly before she goes back to her original position, “Well, at least she’s having fun.” she sighs, sinking a bit in her seat, “I’m so…nervous.”
Rooster hummed, dropping one of his hands from the wheel to land on her thigh, gently rubbing the denim covered limb with his thumb as he paid attention to the road, ‘I know,me too.” he says, “I don’t know why, considering the why was dealt with.”
“I think it has to do mainly with the fact we are coming back to the clinic six months after Nicole was born?”
A pause.
“That could be it.” was his muttered reply, followed by a clearing of his throat that turned into a short chuckle as he removed the hand from her leg to hold onto the steering wheel, it’s twin coming up to his face to hold his head up as his elbow stayed on the window, “It’s not that weird,there are people who had babies three months apart.”
“That’s…” she frowns, “I don’t know how to feel about that.”
“I mean at least we waited– well not waited because it wasn’t planned but uh…we didn’t did it so soon.”
The silence that followed was humorous and worrisome, because both of them just looked so confused by this situation it was hilarious. So much so that Nicole herself started giggling, even if she had no idea what was going on,”I mean I guess.” Beatrice’s mouth curved into a smile when she heard Nicole’s laughing, there was no way to be worried when that little girl giggled, she just made all the fears melt away, “I just hope it goes well, you know? And figure out how far along I am.”
“How far along do you think you are?” he asks, “Any idea?”
“I’ve looked it up on the old flier I got at the clinic and apparently it’s one month along…I think.” she didn’t seem to trust her own words, in fact she looked even more conflicted, “I’m trying to remember if I got my period last month….um…” she holds her forehead and clenches her eyes, “I don’t know if I did, I could check my calendar but I don’t know.”
“I think it’s better if we just check at the clinic,gorgeous.”
“Yeah…yeah you are right.”
Beatrice just chewed the side of her mouth in thought, still mentally counting the days in her fingers, calculating, moving her fingers in a square, then a circle, with her brows furrowed because obviously there was a way of knowing.
Bradley just offered his wife a little smile, then patted her thigh fondly because he knew she was trying to soothe her nerves. The rest of the week was…fine. People still questioned if everything was okay because both of them looked way too happy but quickly dropped it once they mentioned anything about Nikki.
Was it wrong?
Not really considering their daughter was getting bigger and bigger and achieving so much so soon.
Speaking of her, Rooster looked at her through the mirror, her sandy brown hair was pulled into two low pigtails and her pink dress with shorts made her look like a little princess. She just looked out of the window, with pure amazement because everything was so new to her, everything infatuated her so nicely, she was an amazing little baby.
And Rooster didn’t want to miss those moments.
He hadn’t told Beatrice about the…possible special mission after the holidays, whatever it was it needed a lot of research. If they had time to figure out how to do it, it meant they got the advantage…possibly. The last time they had at least a few weeks to prepare, maybe even a month if he wasn’t wrong and it was dangerous as fuck.
Whatever it was he had to mentally prepare for when he had to leave…which part of him didn’t want to, not really, he wanted to stay but he couldn’t. He had been having a lot of these thoughts lately, these conflicting moments in his mind that sometimes weighed too much for him to handle.
He decided to focus on always coming back home, as safe as he could be. It was what he could do at the moment, nothing more.
“We’re here.” his wife says, looking out of the window as he turns the car towards the parking lot, there weren’t a lot of people from what they’ve seen, “...well…are you ready?”
“I’m ready.Are you?”
“Hrrm.”
Her little noises always made him smile, he couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her forehead, kiss that little furl between her brows and chuckling when she just blinked up at him in confusion, “We’ll be okay, gorgeous.” he reassures her, opening the car door and walking around it to open her own.
Beatrice smiles in thanks, standing to her feet and clenching the flier in her hand as she looked towards the building. How odd was it to see it again in…such a short period of time. The lady who scheduled their visit didn’t seem to judge either of them, she just laughed and said they were ‘always welcome’ there.
It was nice…a bit overwhelming but nice.
She taps the flier against her palm, her anxiety climbing up to her shoulders and making them tense up. She paced around a bit as she waits for Rooster to pick Nicole up, looking back at him with a little frown when she hears the passenger door close and the obvious tinkling of her rubber monkey echo around the area.
Her husband shouldn’t look so good while carrying their baby girl and yet he was.
And he was just wearing his usual shirts, nothing out of the ordinary but she always said that Rooster could make a potato sack look nice if he wore it. He locks the car while holding Nicole on his opposite arm and pulled his sunglasses to his scalp after shoving the keys into his pocket, smiling up at Bea, ‘You good?”
“Hrrmmm…” she says again, rubbing her eyes, “I guess.”
‘It’ll be fine.” the tinkling gets louder when he approaches Beatrice, “You’ll see.”
Nicole babbled almost in agreement, shaking her little monkey in hopes to make her mother smile, which did work but Beatrice’s eyes were still nervous, she was wringing the little pamphlet in her hands with such force that the shiny paper squeaked under her grasp, “Yeah, okay…we better go inside.” his hand on her lower back was a comfortable reminder that he was still there, being her supporter every single moment of their lives and she couldn’t be more thankful.
He just pressed her back a bit harder to push her forward, never hurting but just enough to sign that she should walk and he’d follow. Nicole was mesmerized by the surroundings, the huge plants adorning the outside, large windows with colorful stickers from the children’s rooms and with the windchimes moving with the wind.
She brings her monkey to her mouth, turning her head to keep the windchimes in her vision until they got inside. And then she looks around again and this time she vocalizes happily because there’s a lot of fun colors in there.
She bounces a bit on Rooster’s arm, happily giggling at the different posters and pictures on the wall, making her father smile, “Yeah? Nice isn’t it Nikki?” he says quietly seeing there were a few people there “But, hey,shhh,” he brings his finger to his lips, “We can’t be too loud here.”
Nicole babbles a bit more, her tone going quiet but she smiles because her dad was so silly! Beatrice approaches the front desk with Rooster right behind her, tapping her fingers on the cold surface as the secretary looks up at her, already typing something in her computer, “You’ll be seen soon.” she says, “Please take a seat.”
“Thank you.” she is surprised at how stable her voice sounded, still holding the little flier in her hand as Rooster cups her lower back, guiding her to the empty black chairs tucked on the wall, “Hrrmm…”
“Bea, it’s okay.”
“Hrrmmm.”
“Baby.” he laughs, kissing her head and waiting for her to sit first, Nicole immediately wanting to trade places and stretching her arms to Beatrice, “Baby it’s okay…it really is.” she just remained silent, nuzzling her daughter’s hair and closing her eyes with a soft sigh as he sits down on her left, grabbing her free hand to bring it to his lips, “Gorgeous…come on.”
“I feel like…I don’t know what I’m feeling.” she whispers just so he could hear, holding Nicole up with her hand behind her small back, keeping her upright and safe as she shook her noisy monkey happily, completely oblivious to what was happening, “It’s…unreal? I think…or too real, or maybe both- Rooster I’m not making sense.”
He chuckles, kissing her hand again, “It’s okay,gorgeous…you are nervous,I’m nervous,Nikki isn’t nervous because she’s having such a huge blast with her toy she couldn’t care less,” cue to more shaking,”We’ll just…check how things are, see if everything is okay with the little bean and then we’ll go home and have something good to snack on.”
“Hrmm…”
“Maybe even Mr.Scoops.”
He could see the faint curve of a smile, her eyes meeting his, “They are having the Christmas Bundle again…I think it’s okay…” she whispers, “I just…I don’t know I…I mean,it feels more real now,you know?”
“I know.”
“Like,” she looks at Nicole, “Look at this. We made this little baby.” Nicole stops chewing her monkey to stare at her parents, “And-and we made another one that’s growing in me right now.” she blinks, ‘And I…I have been having symptoms and I ignored and I thought it was just because of,I don’t know, stress but it was just the birth control failing- I need to check with the ladies too,so I…I don’t know, figure out another type of contraception because this…was surprising.”
Rooster uses their interlaced hands to keep his head up, eyes so filled with love and care he felt like he was ready to explode from inside out. She still enamored him so much, nothing changed from that moment at the bar, at all, he still loved her and thought she was the cutest human being ever, “You are precious.” he coos, kissing her knuckles then her cheek, “You are going to be okay, one thing at a time,gorgeous.”
“Yeah…”
“Don’t trigger the anxiety now, okay?”
“I’m trying.”
He smiles, kissing her again and leaning back on the seat with his hand still latched with hers, his opposite one was on his lap as he looked around the clinic. In fact there were very few people there, just another couple not too far from them and another one that just arrived, the soft music over their heads brought him back to Nicole’s ultrasound.
Speaking of Nicole, she was moving her head around curiously, trying to focus on something in such a big space was hard but she was trying her hardest. She brings the monkey’s arm to her mouth and gnaws on it, the squeaking from her gums rubbing against the soft material making Rooster look over to her…and his eyes narrowed, tilting his head just a bit, “Nikki.” he begins, “Nikki, hey,look at dada.” she looked back at him, she could identify that ‘dada’ was him and mama was Beatrice, a huge feat for such a young baby, “Let me see your mouth.”
Nicole keeps on chewing, the question making Beatrice snap out of her thoughts and look down, “What?” Rooster gently pries the little girl’s mouth open and smiles when she giggles, moving her lips just a bit, “What’s wrong?”
“She’s teething.”
“What?” she tries to keep her voice down, leaning her head to look into Nicole’s mouth herself and seeing two very faint white dots on her lower gum, not breaking the skin yet but very close to, ‘Oh my God.”
“Yep.’ Rooster pulls his fingers away and smirks a bit more, leaning on his elbow against the chair, “You are growing,little bird, you are going to get your first teeth.”
“Aa!”
“Yeah! It’s exciting!”
“We need…to get fluoride and, and some ice,” Beatrice mutters, her eyebrows furrowing, “And some things to soothe the teething pain and…” her hand automatically coming up to her chest, “And to myself, she’s still drinking from the source after all.”
Rooster drops his eyes from her bust to her face,earning an exasperated glare from his wife, “What?”
“Don’t start.”
“I’m not starting anything.” he smirks, but then his face relaxes, “But no,you are right, we can get some stuff already and keep it saved up for when the chompers,” he gently wobbles Nicole’s chin, making her vocalization vibrate and her laughter get louder, “Come out.”
Beatrice looks down at Nicole, who once her father let her go, looks back at Bea with a gummy grin. Nicole reaches for her mother, grabby hands and all, and Beatrice pulls her up and tucks her against her neck, closing her eyes, “She’s teething.” she whispers, “She’s already teething,Roos…I-I’m too imbalanced hormonally to handle this, I feel like I’m going to cry!”
“Bea…” he smiles, even though he feels pretty much the same way upon noticing that yes, their daughter was indeed growing bigger and bigger every day. Soon enough she’ll be able ot walk and talk fully, have full on conversations with them and hell, in a blink she might leave for college.
He didn’t want to think about that.
Thankfully, they wouldn’t have to, because their names were called. Beatrice’s head snaps up then back at Rooster, her brows low,”It’s okay,gorgeous, give me Nikki.” she does, not before kissing the little girl’s head, standing up with her husband following suit. He coos Nicole, who whines because she was oh so comfortable in her mother’s grasp, walking alongside Beatrice as the two wander to the ultrasound room.
Beatrice already knows what to do, she’s already sitting on the bed as the lady tells them the doctor is coming soon. Beatrice huffs, adjusting herself while pulling the elastic of her sweat pants down the curve of her stomach, looking down at it, “Do you notice anything?”
Bradley looks up from Nicole to his wife’s stomach, then furrows his brows, “Not really? It looks the same, gorgeous, not that different.”
“Hrrmmm.” she sighs, dropping her head back down onto the bed and blinking at the ceiling, “We’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”
“We will.” he looks around for the chair and immediately sits down when he finds it, thankfully it is right next to the bed so he could reach out for Bea and touch her hand if she feels too anxious, which he knew she would. “Nicole is excited.” he tries to distract her with a conversation and when it involves Nicole it really helps.
Beatrice turns to look at the two, seeing their little girl looking behind Rooster to a large Sesame Street poster, vocalizing and bouncing a bit in Rooster’s arms, “She is.” Bea smiles weakly, “She loves Sesame Street.”
“More than Dr.Chimp.”
“She might be into more…vintage stuff.” she says, “Like her parents.”
Bradley wouldn’t mind that. The thought that Nicole would share more of their interests was really nice to think about. They stop their chatter when they hear the door open, the same woman from before - when she saw Nicole in the womb - appears and she’s delighted to see that the little baby will join them.
After a short greeting she takes place on the little stool, pulling on her gloves with a grin, “Well,I guess I don’t have to repeat the directions,do I?” Beatrice laughs weakly but shakes her head negatively, pulling her shirt a bit higher to expose more of her stomach, “Let’s begin then.”
The first touch of the ultrasound was always the one that made her wince the most, it was cold and sticky and it was a bit uncomfortable but she could handle it. She drops her hand from the bed to reach towards Rooster’s, smiling when her husband grabbed her fingers and brought her hand to his lips, kissing her wedding ring.
He keeps his hold on hers, rubbing reach of her knuckles with a gentle brush of his thumb as Nicole chews on her monkey, watching the strange lady rub the strange thing on her mama’s belly. There’s silence for a few seconds, before they hear the woman say,”So, you want to know how far along you are,yes?”
“Yes,I uh…I was really busy these past months so my period wasn’t the greatest.”
“Right so,” the woman leans back a bit, showing the little dot on the screen, “From the size I’d say around six weeks.”
Beatrice blinks, “Six weeks? That’s one month.” she tells her husband who just looked confused, then arched his eyebrows when she explained, “Oh,huh,well,that explains a lot.”
But the woman kept moving around a bit, then pulled her stool closer to the screen and then smiled, “Ah…I guess the pregnancy was a surprise.”
“Yeah,” Bea laughs,”It was…we didn’t plan it.”
A pause.
“Would you guys like to know the second surprise?”
Both of them just stared at the woman, who pulled her head back and angled her hand on Beatrice’s stomach. It took a while for them to see through the blobs of gray and white, the little dot still looking a bit wobbly.
And then,suddenly, Beatrice’s eyes widened, “...No…no way.” she whispers, clenching her husband’s hand, “Rooster.”
Brad, however,was having a harder time figuring out what was going on. He had to stand up to approach the screen, all the while holding Nicole to his chest…and when he noticed it, his jaw dropped.
“...holy shit are those two?!”
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wip wednesday
thanks for the tag @rmd-writes @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @theghostofashton and @carlos-in-glasses <3 i was going to share more from the food fic before i realized i’m truly going to end up posting the whole fic in snippet-form before it’s done, so here’s a something i’ve been working on as a side project!
“Hey, you know what? It has character, and I love it,” TK tells him, holding the lopsided bowl he crafted with his own two hands close to his chest like he would a baby, or a tiny animal. He’s surprised it survived the kiln without suffering any damage or cracks, but it’s here, and Carlos is looking at him strangely, the corner of his mouth lifted up in a barely-contained smile.
“I’m proud of you,” Carlos says, and there’s no sarcasm or belittling notes in his voice—it’s the truth. His deep eyes are so warm as they stay focused on him, and it makes TK feel hot all over. Carlos very pointedly licks his bottom lip before he finally looks away. “I’ll help you wrap it up, if you can give me a few minutes.”
“Yeah, no rush,” TK nods, eyes tracking the other man as Carlos turns and drops back down onto his stool. He winces once he lamely adds, “do your thing, man.”
Carlos smiles at him, despite it all. TK’s stomach twists. He slips into the shadows of the studio as Carlos dips his hands in water before placing them around the ball of clay he’d thrown and centered a few minutes before. TK watches him because it’s mesmerizing and kind of impossible not to, as he takes in Carlos’ denim-clad thighs spread around the wheel as he sits close and hunches over, his elbows close to his body and biceps bulging as he gracefully shapes the clay. He gently places his own bowl down on one of the hip-high tables, killing time by pacing up and down the length of the back of the studio where shelves are lined with industrial-sized buckets of glaze, humming a little under his breath to the song that’s playing softly through the speakers.
Before he knows it, the gentle hum of the spinning wheel fades as it slows and then stops completely, and Carlos’ stool creaks. TK turns, planning on joking around and asking if he’s being too much of a distraction, when he suddenly finds himself being pushed back against the neighbouring wall. Carlos’ eyes are shining as they take TK in and his hands—his big, sturdy hands, which are skilled and capable of creating such delicate, artistic, beautiful things—cup his face, wet clay smearing against the side of TK’s jaw as his head is tilted up. TK’s already waiting for the kiss and yet something inside him feels set on fire when it happens, his jaw falling open as his lips part, curling his fingers in the back of Carlos’ threadbare t-shirt to bring him even closer.
no pressure tagging @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @morganaspendragonss @sunshinestrand @beautifulhigh @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @maxbegone and anyone else who wants to share something <3333
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stature, canvas, road, and alternate for Emeros Nightlock? (oc character design meme ask)
eeee hi!!
stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?
emeros is much taller than average for a bosmer at 5'10 (177.8 cm) due to his father being half-altmer. i'd say his body type is on the leaner side, with an inverted-triangle shape torso and long legs. he's got great back muscles from years of hunting with a bow back when he lived in valenwood, and then traveling through hammerfell and high rock and hunting when not staying in an inn. as for his clothing, he doesn't tend to aim to hide or show off his body with his outfits. whatever's practical and comfortable and looks alright on him and he likes it well enough, he'll wear tbh
canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?
both of his ears are pierced! he wears golden earrings. i keep trying to upload a sketch but tumblr won't let me, but you can see them in his ref art here!
alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!
modern look would mean his wardrobe is full of cardigans, one or two denim jackets, button-downs and cable-knit sweaters, tweed and corduroy trousers, all of it in varying shades of browns, creams, greens, and some blues and jewel tones. he'd likely gravitate towards boots and oxfords for his shoes, and i think his socks would have patterns on them as a little bit of fun in his wardrobe. he's got a very consistent style to him, but he doesn't consciously notice it until someone points it out. he kinda dresses like an old man and i love him for it <3
thank you so much for sending these!! <3333
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love on tour | a.h.
a/n: welcome to my first social media fic of hopefully many!! i have a whole universe planned out within the british youtuber group and i thought who best to introduce the series with than arthur hill!!! all work will be ocs not xreaders
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popped down to london to film the double denim music video today!! out on friday if you’re lucky x (and thanks to my wonderful camera man @arthurnfhill)
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userone arthur and kam interaction???
| usertwo the way they are my new fave duo
userthree r u guys dating?
userfour i love your music kam!!!!
| kamrynkam tysm <3333
| userfour OMG KAM NOTICE
arthurnfhill i expect to be paid for my services
| kamrynkam oops.. maybe next time?
| | userfive NEXT TIME??
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surprise! we’re going on tour! tickets link is in my bio if you fancy seeing us x
its gonna be one hell of a show.. i wouldn’t want to miss it!!
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arthurnfhill ar-tour! ar-tour! ar-tour!
| kamrynkam i want a funky name for tour too :(
| arthurnfhill i’ll work on it 🫡
userone i got manchester tickets!!!!
usertwo omg can’t wait to see you two
georgeclarkeey looking forward to meeting you (especially after everything arthur has told me about you)
| kamrynkam all good things i hope!!
| georgeclarkeey terrible, terrible things
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tour has been a blast so far! london you’re up next 👀 it’s so surreal coming out on stage and seeing you lot go crazy, thank you for having the best energy ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
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userone can’t wait for tonight!!!
usertwo you were so good last night <3
saderah gonna cheer the loudest for you tonight
| arthurnfhill not if i cheer louder
| saderah let me flirt with your girlfriend please!
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userthree DID NO ONE ELSE SEE THAT??
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ar-tour/kam-fest was awesome!! you guys were all so lovely and have made my year xx
p.s. do we want passing thought (feat. kam) to be released 👀
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userone you were so good!!!
usertwo yours and arthur’s voices sounded heavenly together omg
| kamkamryn tysm oh my gosh <3
lisahull_hill you were brilliant darling!
| kamkamryn thank you lisa 🥹
userthree can’t believe i got to meet you!! thank you for being so lovely
arthurnfhill ❤️
| kamkamryn mwah
userthree your chemistry was a little too good for my liking 🤔🤔🤔
saderah girl you were awesome!!!!!
| kamkamryn love you sade :((
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‘i’d step on lego for you’ is now all yours! i hope you guys have as much fun listening as i did making it! this ep is a collection of my favourite songs i’ve made in the past year with 2 brand new songs!!! let me know your favourite song on the ep!!! 🩵
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arthurnfhill forever proud of you
| kamrynkam ❤️🔥
| | userone HELLO??!?
usertwo naked poetry goes so hard!!
userthree afterlife is a banger tbf
saderah straight fire!! no skips!! she’s done it again!!!
| kamrynkam stop it 🤭
userfour WHO IS THAT IN THE LAST PHOTO???
| userfive i think we all know 👀 @arthurnfhill thoughts?
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finally found my muse ❤️🔥
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userone hard launch 🤔
| kamrynkam hard launch 😌
usertwo OH MY GOSH!!!!
saderah sister-in-law!!
| kamrynkam sister-in-law!!!!!!!
arthurnfhill i expect 3 songs about me written by the end of the week (love you x)
| kamrynkam stfu loser 😭😭 (love you too x)
userthree 2nd photo is giving rockstar’s girlfriend
| kamrynkam *rockstar girlfriend
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thank you so much @ireneaesthetic for tagging me love youu<3333
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling or email // earbuds or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future
im tagging @mirrorballsandbooks @ladyauroraborealis @spaghett-shitposts @daylightsimon @egyptienneallure & anyone else who'd like to do it<3
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hi icon uwu i hope u dont mind wcifs bUT wcif the nails you use on ur femme characters? especially the ones who petra uses T_T tyyy :3
Omg hey love!! Nah I'm very wcif friendly <33 Pretty sure I only have these 3 sets in my game that I use, or nails that are already part of a top/clothing mesh lol
Natural Glow Nails by E-Neillan
4t2Nails015_redheadsims by Kurimas
Sintiklia‘s Sharp Nails by 0201-sims
As for Petra's nails, she has the Sharp Nails but it's a recolor I made so they would look like Nezuko's nails from the anime Demon Slayer, here's the link and a crappy bodyshop pic in case that you want them babe <3333 love u! (Mesh included, one color only)
Download: http://www.simfileshare.net/download/3489109/
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We Fell in Love in October - Part Three
DESCRIPTION: Noah is in college studying film and has been a very boring freshman thus far. Her roommate demands that she goes to a party with her and this is where she meets an extremely bold Matthew.
Warnings: smut, language, drinking
A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out!! I appreciate all the love the first two chapters got. I would love some feedback or if you guys have any ideas please lmk <3333
Word Count: 2,786
PART TWO | PART FOUR
The week had gone by smoothly, and I hadn't seen Matthew outside of class at all. I was trying to do my best to keep a distance between us. He made that very hard considering the flirting through texts and in person never stopped.
I was trying not to get attached to Matthew because as far as I knew, this was just sex. Mindblowing sex that left me wanting more and more of him every single day. A part of me would love to tell him how I feel about him. The other part of me knows what happens to girls who spill their hearts out to guys who couldn't give a shit.
Luckily, Ellie had invited me to another party tonight. I was looking forward to it because I would be able to relieve some stress and maybe even see a certain someone. I let Ellie do my hair and makeup like always, knowing how happy it made her to see me all dolled up.
Tonight was supposed to be very casual considering only a handful of people were coming. So, I opted for a much more casual outfit than last time. I had on a denim skirt and a cropped NYU shirt that was so short my lacy bralette peaked out from underneath. I didn't intentionally cut it so short but it looked cuter this way anyways.
"I am so jealous of you. How can you be so effortlessly beautiful?" Ellie asked me with a sad look in her eyes as I finished getting ready.
"You have no reason to be jealous, Ellie. I see how guys look at you, you're gorgeous." It was the truth, she had beautiful long black hair and bright blue eyes. If anything, I was jealous of her looks. She gave me a sweet smile as a thank you and we headed out to our Uber.
The place we were driving to tonight was somewhere different. Someone else that I had never met. I didn't mind being around new faces, it was nice to meet new people.
When we walked through the door, many people stood up to greet Ellie with hugs and hellos. I said hi to everyone absentmindedly as I scanned the room for Matthew. I quickly spotted his brown hair in a corner, talking with a couple of other guys. I immediately felt flustered as I looked at him. How could he make me feel this way when he's 20 feet away?
Ellie's friends kept talking to me and telling me how excited they were to meet me or how nice it was to meet me. I replied, saying the same thing back to them but, I wasn't exactly paying attention. He was the only thing that I cared about, I couldn't focus on anything else. He's driving me crazy.
I wanted to do everything I could to make it seem like I didn't come to this part just for him, even though I did. I started talking to other people and swigging back drinks. I had already taken about 5 shots in the past 30 minutes.
I know I said I didn't really like liquor, but tonight it would have to do. I felt myself getting a little tipsy as I took my sixth shot. Someone started playing music on a speaker nearby. It wasn't obnoxiously loud, but it definitely made some girls get up and start dancing.
"Dance with me," I told Ellie before I took another shot with her. She nodded her head excitedly and we started dancing in a cramped kitchen. I started laughing as my face started going numb and I realized how much of a lightweight I was. Ellie grabbed my hips and bent me over so I could sway my hips against her. Someone offered us another round of shots and we gladly took them with smiles on our faces.
"I love you," Ellie screamed in my face as we kept dancing with each other. My head fell back with laughter as I let out loud giggles.
"I love you more!!!" We laughed with each other and kept dancing like no one was watching. I felt my body getting very sweaty so I stopped to get a drink. I probably should have gotten water but instead, I just made myself a mixed drink. I chugged the entire cup within a couple of seconds, and I wiped the remnants of my drink with the back of my hand.
My eyes scanned the room unconsciously, and I found Matthew again. Except this time, he wasn't talking with some friends. He was talking to a girl who was unsettlingly close to his face. They talked quietly with each other as if they were in their own little world.
I felt my body fill with rage as I stared at them more and more. I was a very jealous and protective person so, something like this would obviously piss me off. I wanted to scream. But, I had to be smart about this. I wanted to make it seem like I had the upper hand this entire time. I quickly took two more shots, trying to build up my confidence.
I walked over to them and tried to keep my balance because frankly, the room was spinning a little right now. Keep it together, Noah. Their eyes met mine as I approached them.
"Hi, Matthew," I said with a sultry voice as I leaned up to kiss his cheek. His face immediately turned the cutest shade of red. Normally that would make my heart flutter, but right now, it was doing the complete opposite.
He gave me a small smile and weakly said, "Hello." The girl that he was speaking to must have been very confused, so I decided to give her a little show. I wrapped my arm around his back and put my hand on his chest.
'Hi, I'm Noah. Nice to meet you," I said to her, trying to make my voice sound as sweet as possible. I put my hand out towards her, trying to shake her hand. She looked almost as uncomfortable as Matthew.
"Um..hi, I'm Stella. Nice to meet you too," she finally spoke out. If I thought my face was numb earlier, it was definitely numb now. They both didn't say another word, so I figured I would break the silence.
"What are you guys up to?"
"Nothing, we're not doing anything," Matthew said hurriedly. Yeah, that's believable, I thought to myself.
"Oh okay great. Then you wouldn't mind dancing with me, baby?" I asked Matthew, gleaming up at him.
"Sure."
"Bye Stella! It was so nice meeting you," I said to her sarcastically as I waved bye to her and pulled Matthew with me by his hand. He gave her an embarrassed look as she just rolled her eyes and walked away.
Obviously, I didn't want to seriously dance with Matthew. I just wanted to get him alone so I could tell him how much of an asshole he was. I could feel the vodka flowing through my blood and I probably should have stopped drinking a while ago but, who was going to stop me? I stopped in the kitchen to take a shot.
"Do you want to take a shot with me? You look like you need one, baby," I asked him before pouring two shots anyways.
"I'm okay, Noah. Why hasn't anyone cut you off, yet?" I ignored his response by taking a shot and shoving the other one into his face. I let out a loud giggle as he took the shot unwillingly. His face scrunched up and his whole body shuddered. He was so adorable. I wanted him to fuck me into next Tuesday. I grabbed his hand and walked around to a quieter and more secluded area so we could talk.
"Did I tell you how cute you look right now?" I asked him as I kissed his neck sloppily, letting my tongue glide against his skin.
"You look very cute too. Your lips are bright pink. How much have you had to drink?" His thumb rubbed against my bottom lip and me being horny, I shoved the entire thing into my mouth and sucked on it. He smiled at me before taking away his thumb completely and resting his hand on my visible rib cage.
"But, your shirt is basically falling off of your body. You might as well just wear your bra by itself," he said matter of factly as he tugged on my shirt, exposing more of my skin.
"You would like that, wouldn't you, Matthew?"
"Of course I would, sweet cheeks."
As much as he was making my girly bits tingle, I was still supposed to be mad at him. I wasn't gonna just forget that he was flirting and eye-fucking this random girl. Like I said, I know we aren't exclusive but at least be decent enough to not do it in front of me.
"So, what were you planning on doing with that girl? Were you gonna take her back to your apartment and fuck her?" I asked him, not fully ready for the answer he was going to give me.
"Why Noah? You don't like the thought of me fucking someone else?" He jibed back. The thought alone made my skin crawl.
"So you were going to fuck her. That's all you care about. I don't want to be apart of your stupid game anymore." I told him seriously. As much as I loved being around him, I wasn't ready to be some side hoe or whatever.
"No, I don't want to fuck anyone but you. I like spending time with you, you make me happy, Noah." His face looked sad like he was really hurt that I thought that about him.
"I feel that way about you too, Matthew. That's why I wouldn't go to a party and start flirting with the first person that gives me the time of day." I did feel bad for being so harsh with my words but, I meant it.
"You're right. I'm sorry, I have no idea what I was thinking." He spoke sadly as he wiped a single tear from my cheek. I hadn't even realized I was crying. Drunk me is an idiot.
I leaned up towards him and connected my lips with his. I wanted to make sure he knew everything was okay, and this was the best way I knew how. I deepened the kiss and let my hands find their way between his curly hair. He tasted like mint and a little bit of vodka, it was tantalizing.
I stopped myself before things got too crazy, even though I wanted nothing more than to take him into some random room and continue on.
"You taste like you drank a handle of vodka," Matthew said when I pulled away, laughing at me. I giggled with him and neither of us could stop laughing. I hid my face in his chest with embarrassment, knowing that he was right.
"Take me home," I said to him as the laughter stopped.
"Of course."
We both knew that home meant his apartment. I texted Ellie letting her know that I left and I was okay. She sent me a winky emoji back, knowing good and well who I left with.
The whole car ride to his apartment, Matthew left his hand on my knee. He rubbed circular motions on my inner thigh and I felt my head spinning. I leaned over the center console and began kissing his neck, nibbling on his ear every so often.
"You're distracting the driver, my sweet girl."
"Oh? You can't handle it?" I whispered into his ear and licked up the side of his neck. He chuckled lowly, sending a shiver through my body.
"I think it's you that can't handle it." Matthew had a sinister grin on his face and I shortly realized why. His hand slipped up my skirt and he moved my panties to the side with ease. I gasped and moaned all at the same time.
"All this for me? Aw baby, you shouldn't have." He said as he gathered my slickness on his finger before sliding it into my entrance. He was right, I couldn't handle it. I immediately fell back into my seat, trying to surrender. That didn't stop him, though. He continued to fuck me with his finger, knowing exactly what it was doing to me. My head flew back as he curled his finger inside me and stroked my g-spot. I felt my stomach tighten as he continued.
Just when I was on the brink of orgasming, he pulled into a parking spot outside of his apartment complex and removed his finger completely. I opened my eyes and looked at him, with a look of shock on my face. He took his fingers into his mouth and sucked my wetness off of them.
Matthew moaned around his fingers and his eyes rolled back before he stopped and said, "I love the way you taste. I can't wait to get you upstairs. Unless, of course, you can't handle it, Noah? That would be such a shame." I pulled my skirt down quickly and got out of his car. I heard him let out a laugh as I shut the door behind me.
While walking up to his apartment, I felt my excitement dripping down my thighs when they rubbed together. Holy shit, I am such a mess. As we walked through his front door, he threw me over his shoulder with ease and carried me to his room. He gently laid me down onto his bed, and slowly took my skirt off.
Things felt a little different considering we never acted like this. It was always rough and crazy. He could sense that I felt as though something was off.
"I want to take care of you. Lay back for me, baby," he spoke and laid a gentle kiss on my lips. Without saying anything else, I scooted back onto his bed and laid down. He took my panties off and just stared at me. I felt my face get hot, getting slightly embarrassed.
"Is there something wrong?"
Matthew looked up at me and simply said, "You're beautiful." My heart felt heavy in my chest at his sweet words. He could say the most meaningless thing, and it would still make me feel some type of way.
He grabbed onto the top of my thighs and pulled my ass to the end of the bed as he got onto his knees. My feet rested on the back of his shoulders and his face found a home in between my legs. He laid gentle kisses all over my thighs before kissing me right where I needed it the most.
He paused before placing his tongue on me and laying it flat against me. I was already soaked. He teased my entrance making me squirm even more. I grabbed the sheets tightly with my hands and of course, Matthew noticed and shot me a devilish grin.
He slipped a finger inside of me and continued to tease me. He knew my body very well and could always tell when I was close. It could be because I was always moaning as loud as possible. He inserted another finger in me before sucking on my clit. My back arched off of the bed as my legs started to shake.
"Fuck, Matthew." I moaned out as I came close to my orgasm. He started pumping his fingers faster and just demolishing me with his mouth. I felt the knot inside of me get tighter and tighter as I came onto his mouth, spewing out profanities.
As always, he would never stop on his own. I had to push his head away from me so I could relax for a second. My legs were still shaking as I tried to crawl toward his nightstand to grab a condom.
"I want tonight to only be about you," Matthew whispered to me as he put the condom away. I had a defeated look on my face, knowing that I finished without him.
As if he could read my mind, he said "it's not always tit for tat. I enjoyed it just as much as you did. Besides, you need to rest for the morning sex I will unleash on you tomorrow."
My mouth fell open and he just laughed at me. As much as I wanted to return the favor, he reassured me it wasn't necessary. After Matthew cleaned me off, he climbed into bed next to me and I fell asleep to the sound of him breathing.
#mgg#mgg x reader#mgg smut#mgg fic#spencer x reader#spencer reid#mgg x oc#spencer x oc#Matthew Gray Gubler#college!matthew
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Oooh yes please another one; your way of describing stuff is so much fun to read!
Oh anon tysm. Idk who you are, but I hope I include you here... mayhaps. idk, sorry if I don’t lmao.
@hitchhiker-of-the-galaxy -night skies, full moon, smell of dust, wanting to fly, cowboy hats, loves horse-riding, sand covering every inch of their body, partying through the night, dancing under the stars.
@the-con-she-called-conscience -(we’re doing this for each other lol) spray-painting is art not vandalism, loud laughter, hanging out with friends, clad in denim, watching sunsets everyday reverently, memes are a lifestyle, coffee is nice, being high up is fun
@the-blanket-punk -locked up for hours in their room, arms covered in pen, walls splattered with colours, painting at nights, drawing in the mornings, worshipping boybands, louis is the sun, harry is the moon, always in a slight daze
@secrets-ill-take-to-my-grave -flower collector, also always in a daze, wheat fields, wears flowing dresses, slow music, dances under the sun, star-gazing in fields, pressed flowers, hand-written letters, soft melodic laughter
@genderfluid-and-confuzled -adores loki, loves halloween, dresses up as a werewolf for halloween, frizzy hair, loud joyous laughter, hanging out with friends, always listening to music, sometimes writes, sometimes draws, late-night snacks, movie nights, caramel popcorn
I honestly don’t know who else to do. Mutuals literally send me an ask or dm me if you want me to do you.
Thanks for the ask anon <3333
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hi shiviiiii 🎨🥺
IF IT ISN’T ONE OF MY MOST FAVOURITE PEOPLE ON TUMBLR 💖💖💖💖💖 alice ily im so glad you sent this now i can properly scream about your talent in a long post and not just in tags 😌😌😌 Lets go this is gonna be a long one 😌
GUESS WHAT I STARTED WRITING THIS AND MY PLAYLIST WAS ON SHUFFLE AND JUST GUESS WHICH SONG STARTED PLAYING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THERE FOR YOU 😭😭😭 SCREAMING FSDGHJFK THE CO-INCIDENCE 😭😭😭
okay now im completely gonna ignore the rule of last 10 creations here <3333 OKAY BUT BEFORE THAT I HAVE TO MENTION... alice the talent you have in making headers 😭 every single headers of yours just SO BEAUTIFUL i will never forget the jikook black swan one 💖 you would totally totally pull of making AMAZING MIND BLOWING graphics I have no doubt about it!! <3 now coming to gifs and im gonna sound like a broken record BUT I AM SO HAPPY YOU STARTED GIFFING!!! <3 the moments that you gif are the most most precious and some that make my brain short circuit your colours are always so warm and vibrant and they’re always SO SMOOTH and so hq!! when I said that I never want to miss a single gifset from you, I meant it with all of my heart <3 okay lets goooo
im in love with him THE!! SOFT!! COLOURS!!! like I can’t believe this is your first gifset in seven years because everything about this is absolute PERFECTION from top to bottom!! The colouring is so soft and so pretty and it really DOES makes him look like cotton candy im gonna eat his cheeks and the sharpening is perfect and the gifs are SO SMOOTH! the sharpening just amplifies the sparkle in his eyes in the most beautiful way 😭 the love I have for compact zoomed-in gifsets like this <33 his lips look so soft dear LORD HOW DID YOU EVEN SURVIVE GIFFING THIS ALICE 😭😭 drowning in the puddle of my own tears thanks
KITTENS THE FACT THAT YOU MANAGED TO GIF SUCH A DARK SCENE SO BEAUTIFULLY???? i would’ve skipped giffing this if I were you, honestly. just absolutely can’t deal with lightings like this YOU’RE A BRAVE AND TALENTED PERSON AND YOU TURNED THIS PRECIOUS MOMENT INTO SUCH A PRETTY GIFSET 🥺🥺
(please know that im trying REALLY hard not to include every gifset you’ve ever made here)
just here patiently waiting for the next in this series there are days when i think about this...... and how it is a crime that this hasn’t been made into an au yet...... kitty gang jimin and kitty gang’s newest member jungkook who doesn’t give two shits about anything.... yeah that would be a fun read 😳 the clips you’ve used are so perfect and the whole vibe of this gifset is something i cannot put into words alice.. just please keep your galaxy brain safe for me thanks <33
trying really hard to cut down but i can’t help it im obsessed with these gifsets
i can’t breathe SO MUCH BLUE IN A GIFSET AND YET THE QUALITY IS THIS????? NOT A SINGLE GRAIN???? how do you do it ma’am!! not even gonna talk about this moment nope i won’t survive if i dive in too deep bECAUSE HIS NECK IM SDCGVHBDJK AND HIS STANCE FDGHJ😭😭😭😭
DENIM JIMIN!!!! I HAVE SUCH A HUGE THING FOR THIS LOOK and you captured it PERFECTLY. cannot stop thinking about how intimidating he looks in the first gif. the colouring is so so pretty because he’s GLOWING i love love love his skin tone here!! Love how vibrant this set is. and yet even after all the vibrant colours... the quality is just *chef’s kiss*
THE ONLY GIFSET EVER TBH I 👏 LIVE 👏 FOR 👏 BIG 👏 BEAUTIFUL 👏 GIFS 👏 AND YOU’RE SO GOOD AT MAKING GIFS THIS BIG!!!! this moment just NEEDED to be giffed and that too in such huge gifs. the colouring is STUNNING and ofc you know what brain damage this gifset has caused me <3 but im not complaining <3
SPECIAL MENTION TO THE JIMIN LGO GIFSET BECAUSE BIG ASS BEAUTIFUL GIFS OF JIMIN HELL YES GIVE THEM ALL TO ME 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
the only only only reason I'm stopping here because I don’t want you to read through my endless rambling 😭 please know that your gifs and your mere presence on my dash and dms bring me so much joy and idk what I’d do without you here. Thank you for being you <3 well that escalated quickly and i became emo asdfghjkl im gonna stop ILYSM <3333
#got three more of these left I'm gonna do them slowly <3333#for now im not taking anymore of these but i'll definitely do this again in the future!! 💖#alice 🌼#replied#mutuals#ask games
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For the Valentine asks: every multiple of 9. 💜
AHHH NA!!! I LOVE YOU!! wishing that you have the bestest valentines day ever <3333
9. have you ever been in love?
yes :”) i’ve answered this before and it hurts HAHA would not recommend (jkjkjk)
18. chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet?
chocolate!! cos i’m a basic bitch
27. denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets?
BOMBER JACKETS. i was obsessed with them at one stage, i just thought they were superrr cool but every time i was close to buying one i’d feel so guilty about spending so much for one piece of clothing so unfortunately i dont have one :c
36. cloud gazing or star gazing?
ooo i love both but cloud gazing!! especially during sunset, the colours on the clouds are so pretty!!!
45. favorite pajamas?
i have about 5 really old, oversized tees from my uni. the neckline has gone loose and the colour ran but its comfy and i love them ahaha
send me a valentines ask here!!
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Can I please request a J-Hope smut? It starts out fluffy but ends up rough? Possibly with some spanking in it? I can seriously feel my face burning as I type this out 🙈🙈 I have no idea how you fic writers do it lol but you have my respect! 😳😊
I GOT YOU BBY!!! BRING ME YOUR DIRTIEST FANTASIES AND I SHALL MAKE THEM COME TRUE !!
THIS FUCKKEDD MEEE UPPP!!! LIKE IT WAS SUPPOSED BE A SMOL DRABBLE BUT YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO IT TO ‘EM XD ….
Type: Smut
Members: JUNG HOSEOK X Y/N (ft. TAEHYUNG)
Warning: mentions of unprotected sex and sex in a public place
A/N: PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION
P.S: SO SORRY I FORGOT TO INCLUDE SPANKING BBY
There’s no way! He is too cute to be real! Taehyung and you both gawk at your computer screen… Maybe he’s awkward you reply… mentally chastising yourself for having shown Taehyung the picture…” No that’s not enough, maybe he’s a serial killer” he teases… “What if he cuts off your eyelashes and locks you in his basement?” you throw a pillow at him from across the room from where you’re now pacing back and forth… “you watch way too much criminal minds” you retort “ “You can never watch enough Criminal Minds” he bites back… “Either way he wants to meet up” you placate him… “Are you going? If you do then bring pepper spray and text me your location before you walk in!” Taehyung is all business now rummaging through your purse and producing a bottle of pepper spray… “keep it in your pocket!” he orders… “Sir yes sir!” you tease… he rolls his eyes and saunters over to your closet… “Now what to wear? Should we go for slutty chic or slutty college student?”… “How about we go for not getting murdered” you reply… “Oh come on chances are he’s just a normal guy who’s looking for a quick hookup; besides how long has it been since you got laid?” … you bite your lip torn between your discarded laptop and taehyung’s array of outfits… you exhale over dramatically…” Fine” you uncinate… I’m gonna hop in the shower… text him back and figure out a place to meet before I change my mind!” you reply making your way into the bathroom… “aye aye captain!” …
Droplets of sweat trickle down the nape of your neck … your head feeling fuzzy from the perpetual heat of summer and possible caffeine withdraw … the cool air conditioned breeze fans across your cheeks as you make your way into the coffee house … heels clicking against the concrete floor as you walk with purpose towards the very last table …. Where he’s hunched over a laptop looking every bit the cliche nerd in a coffee shop… glasses resting effortlessly on the tip of his nose and tongue captured between his teeth… his brows furrowed in concentration… “Hoseok?” you ask sheepishly…he looks up at you for a split second and nods in confirmation… he’s not unfortunate looking … slim with broad shoulders and a sharp jawline… not the type of guy you’d peg for a computer geek… your own brow furrows in slight annoyance … “Depends on who’s asking” he replies… his hands never leave his keyboard … Nimble fingers stroking each key with an expert flick of the wrist… that kind of skill and dedication requires years to master.. You watch him closely… tapping your foot and giving him a pointed look… “you’re cute when you’re annoyed” he quips…
“You’re not so bad yourself” you reply snidely… you’re used to being hit on by men that hide behind computer screens but you never pictured anyone like Jung Hoseok on the other side of it… He eyes you from top to bottom licking his top lip hungrily… something deep in the pit of your stomach churns … you can feel the heat of his gaze across your skin leaving behind goosebumps… “why did you come?” he asks almost challenging you … “Call it morbid curiosity” you reply taking a seat across from him at the small table… he closes the laptop quickly giving you his full attention… why did you want to meet here? You ask curiosity eating away at you… “This place has the best coffee, would like to order?” he asks … you nod obediently… I’ll have a caramel macchiato you reply nonchalantly… Hoseok calls over a waitress and places your order all the while focused on you… his hazel eyes drinking in every feature of your face and his tongue running across his lips …“So do you need the glasses to see or are they more of a fashion statement? You ask pointedly in a futile attempt to distract yourself from the heat spreading throughout your body … the electricity between you two crackles …. His demeanor changes when the waitress retreats back to the counter… he leans in closer as if to whisper something in your ear but stops just close enough that his breath tickles your nose and his scent fills your nostrils… “Should we get out of here?” his words and his scent are a heady cocktail…
You press your thighs together and try to steady yourself “And do what?” you stammer in a moot attempt to sound cool … “I can think of a few things” he mimics your tone while reaching across the table for your hand… his fingers intertwined with your own … the heat of his body feels almost like an extension of your own… “how far do you live?” you reply sounding a little too desperate to your own ears… “about half a mile but I don’t think I can make it that far” he replies huskily… your close proximity affecting him just the same…. “Who says we have to wait?” you can practically hear Taehyung teasing about this later… but right now there’s an itch that only Jung Hoseok can scratch and you’re willing to do just about anything for it… There is bathroom down the hall… he suggests… the words barely register before you’re on your feet and heading down the hallway pulling him along… “Are we really doing this?” he asks… “Why are you scared?” you challenge … Hoseok pulls you back and suddenly you’re caught between his chest and the bathroom door… your lips enrapturing your own in a hungry kiss…your hands weave in his hair pulling him flush against you and his hands rest on your hips making their way down to your bum… and patting your lower thigh… you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist your wet core pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans … you slowly grind against his front the friction doing little to suffice the hunger ..
Hoseok groans deep in his chest this bulge pressed against your bum… you can feel him harden beneath you… “Fuck..” he groans before maneuvering himself so that he’s half holding you and in one swift motion he pushes you both into the bathroom locking the door behind him with his foot… his lips are on your neck and chest as he pushes you up against the wall… the brick feels cool against your heated skin… you run your hands across his chest pushing his sweater up and over his head wrapping your legs around him tighter and running your hands through his hair kissing the side of his neck and biting the tip of his ear softly… “This isn’t your first rodeo” you sigh … “I could say the same for you” he replies huskily his hands run along your your sides underneath your shirt and cup your breasts.. “No bra” he smirks… “You like?” you reply coquettishly … “I love” he whispers… his lips sucking on your exposed collarbones as his hands push against the fabric of your top… “You’re so hot” he mutters as your shirt joins his now the bathroom floor… “Only for you” you before taking one of his nipples between your teeth and tugging on it gently … Hoseok grinds into you … rough denim causing friction within your stomach… you can feel yourself growing wetter with every slow thrust… “I need you now” you whine unable to keep your hips from grinding against him of their own accord…
Hoseok carries you over to the sink … you catch a glimpse of yourself in the large mirror … hair disheveled and large welts adorn your collar bones from his lips and teeth… the moment is short lived as you remove your jeans and underwear in one swift motion…. Your bare bottom exposed to him… his hands are on your sides having discarded his own jeans and boxers which now hang around his ankles… “You look so good” he hums while lining himself with your entrance… you catch your breath … the feel of him stretching you to the hilt clouds your senses for a moment … you groan eager for him to move… his thrusts are quick and fluid… you bite your lip to keep from moaning too loud… holding on him for sanity… “I want to hear you” he growls .. .giving you another powerful thrust … you yelp… it feels so good to moan and shake under him… you can feel the coil in your stomach start to unravel… nails dig deeper into his shoulders … biting into his skin in order to stifle your screams and moans… his own lips are busy bruising your clavicles and tugging on your hardened buds… you can feel yourself unraveling… . your toes curling and your own hips bucking in search of that sweet release…Hoseok is close to his pace quinning and his breath hitching… “How close are you?” the hunger in his voice combined with his amble thrusts is enough to send you over the edge… your eyes are watering and you wrap yourself tighter around him as he continues to thrust riding out your own high before coming to his own climax…
“Do you think anyone heard?” you ask innocently… the cool tile floor is a balm against your over sensitive skin … you’re curled up next to hoseok… his arm serving as a pillow… “Maybe “ he hums… you stare at his side profile… his skin is glowing and you can’t really tell where you end and he begins… “So, how about another coffee date?” he smirks …
I AM SHOOKETH AFTER THISSS!!! PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LEAVE ANY COMMENTS AND CC OR YOU CAN SLIDE INTO MY ASKS ;D….
#kpopwritingnet#NETWORKBANGTAN#HYUNGLINENETWORK#JHOPE SMUT#BTS HYUNGLINE SMUT#JUNG HOSEOK#BTS SCENARIOS#BTS ONE SHOT#BTS SMUT
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my pleasure.
masterlist.
requested? uh nope. requests are open though.
summary! tyler takes your virginity. yolo.
warnings! smut, swearing, virginity stealer tyler seguin.
word count! 3333. that’s so weird. and long as fuck.
authors note! this is filthy. just. so filthy. hardcore smut. much smut very inappropriate. i hope you enjoy it??? oh my god you guys are just gonna judge me it’s literally that DIRTY. my brain is so nsfw. if it wasn’t obvious this is nsfw. as usual tho please leave me asks/comments???? i would love to hear from u guys it makes me so happy. :’) ok that’s it pLS ENJOY i hope you have an ice bath ready you’ll need it after this
Things were getting heated. You were straddling Tyler’s legs as he sat on the couch. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging on it as he ravished your mouth. His hands palmed your ass through your jeans, squeezing tight as he pushed your hips together. Moans slipped through harsh breaths, the air around you crackling with electricity.
This was normally the time you pulled back to calm things down. Tyler had no idea you were a virgin… You were almost afraid to tell him, because you knew about how much experience he had. You thought he would never want you once he figured out how innocent you really were.
You weren’t cruel, though. You didn’t just tease him and leave him.
It was a well-known fact that Tyler loved head just as much as the next guy. It just aggravated him when you wouldn’t let him return the favor. I mean, hell, the only time he got you off was when he fingered you under your pants. He didn’t want to push you, and he had no idea why you wouldn’t let him see you naked. His mind ran wild with ideas but I mean… You felt normal down there.
“Baby…” He whimpered as your hand squeezed his cock through his jeans. “Fuck…”
Your mind was battling your body. It wasn’t that you were saving your virginity; it just… never was the right time or the right guy. Except… Now, it felt right. You wanted to give Tyler this piece of yourself; you just didn’t want to scare him off.
“Ty…” You pulled back to tug his shirt over his head. “My Tyler…” Your nails scratched down his abs, enjoying the shiver that visibly passed through his body. “Do you want me?”
“You know I do, baby girl… Fuck.” His mind was being bombarded with sensation but this time, he was determined to get you off first, and with his mouth.
You squealed as Tyler unexpectedly stood up from the couch, holding onto you with his strong arms. You wound your legs around his back as he carried you, nuzzling your neck with licks and kisses. Closing your eyes, your head fell forward onto his shoulder. You couldn’t find it in you to tell him to stop, even though you had never been in his bed. You knew the temptation would be too much to handle.
Tyler walked through the open door of his bedroom, kicking it shut behind him with his foot so his dogs wouldn’t disturb you. He wasn’t taking any chances for excuses. Of course, he wouldn’t force you. He wasn’t that kind of guy. He just really wanted to return how amazing you made him feel and hear you scream his name.
Your back hit the soft bed, a groan falling from your lips. You felt yourself being pushed into the mattress as he crawled on top of you, his lips roaming your body. “Ty…”
His lips on yours cut you off. “Let me make you feel good, pretty girl.” His voice rumbled into your ears as he nibbled on them and you really didn’t want to stop him now. But you had to. He had to know…
“Tyler, stop… Please.” You pushed him back softly, teeth biting your lip nervously.
He let out a groan, pulling back and flopping onto his side beside you. You rolled to face him and he stroked your cheek with his hand. “Is it me?” He whispered softly, wondering if his past was what was stopping you.
You shook your head, running your fingers over his pouting lips, marveling how soft they felt under your fingertips. “It’s me.”
He let out a hard chuckle, “this is cliché.”
You pinched his lips together, tsk-ing softly. “Let me finish… I’ve been afraid to tell you this, Ty… I really like you. A lot. I think I lov…” You trailed off, closing your eyes. You didn’t want to finish the words, in case he didn’t feel the same.
His hand removed your fingers from his lips, tongue darting out to wet them. “I love you.”
Your eyes snapped open, eyebrows rising in surprise. “You do?”
“Of course I do… I’ve loved you since I met you… I’ve fallen in love you without trying. I just want to know why you won’t let me get close to you… I was afraid you didn’t feel the same.” He replied sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.
“I love you too, Ty… The reason I always stop this,” you pointed back and forth between your bodies, “is because… Well…” You bit your lip, not wanting to say the words.
“Tell me, please…” He said softly, fingers stroking your cheek as he encouraged you to open up.
Feather soft, you whispered, “I’m… I’ve never had sex before… I’m… a virgin.” You closed your eyes again, not wanting to see his reaction. You expected to feel him get up and kick you out in disgust, but as the moments went by, he just pulled you closer.
A virgin? He never expected that… It terrified him and excited him in ways he couldn’t fathom. He’d never taken anyone’s virginity before… and that scared him, only because of how much he cared about you. He didn’t want to hurt you.
There was also a masculine pride in his body, knowing that he would be the only one to have you. It filled some deep primitive need inside of him that he had never understood.
As the thoughts ravaged his mind, he realized he was pulling your body closer to him and he smiled, looking down at your face. The smile faded when he saw the worry etched in your lips, eyes shut in pain. “Look at me, sweetheart… Please?”
You blinked gently at his words, body warming in surprise when he pressed his lips to yours tenderly. “You’re… still here?” Your voice was wobbly, anxiety lacing the self-conscious words.
“Of course I’m still here, baby. Did you think I would really leave you?”
“I… thought you wouldn’t want me. I know nothing about sex… I’m so inexperienced; I can’t make it good for you…” You trailed off, stopping when he shook his head.
“You’re wrong. Knowing that you’re a virgin, that you’ve never given yourself to someone else… It’s the biggest turn on. I’m so fucking hard right now,” he punctuated the words by pushing his hips into yours, revealing his arousal, “I can barely stand it.”
You gasped as you felt his length press into the spot between your thighs, letting out a soft moan as the pressure increased in your pelvis.
“As for you making it good, it’s always the best with you. Even when you’re sucking me off, looking up at me with those doe eyes… It feels better than sex. It feels fucking incredible. The best moment of my life was getting to see your body relax after an orgasm, even if it was fully clothed.”
He paused, kissing you passionately, nipping your lip as he pulled back. “I just want to return the favor. I want to spend an eternity between your thighs, making you cry out and cum so many times you forget your name.”
You shivered slightly at his words, nodding softly and biting your lip. “I want that too, Ty… I want it all with you. I want to give myself to you, I’ve never wanted anything more…”
His eyes lit up in wonder, “why me?” He wondered what made him lucky enough to be the man you chose to give your innocence to.
“I trust you… I feel safe with you. I love you. I know you won’t hurt me… I feel like I’ve waited my entire life for you… I’m ready, Tyler. Only with you.” Your words were husky, eyes darkening in anticipation.
Tyler groaned, pressing his forehead into your neck. Your words were a contradiction for him. On one end, they made him feel a million feet tall, his heart warming with love for you. On the other, the thought that you wanted him as much as he wanted you almost made him cum in his pants. “I fucking love you.” He pulled back, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.
He needed you to understand that he wasn’t taking this privilege lightly. “I’m going to be gentle with you, baby girl. I’m going to make you feel so good, beautiful.” He kissed you, his tongue darting into your mouth as he situated himself back on top of you.
You knew he was right; he was going to give you everything you craved.
Tyler kissed down your neck, pausing to tug your shirt up, waiting for you to lean up so he could pull it off. His lips caressed every inch of your warm skin, sucking your nipple through the lace fabric of your bra. His fingertips stroked trails of fire under your breasts, reaching back to unclasp the bra.
As soon as your breasts were free, he groaned, nuzzling his face into the warm flesh. His large palm covered your left breast, palming the heavy weight gently. His fingertips rolled over your nipple as his mouth suckled on the other one, teeth gently nipping the tender skin.
You let out a moan, fingers laced in his hair. You couldn’t ignore the ache in your pussy any longer and pushed his head down. “Ty… Please… Make me cum…”
He looked up, a smirk drawing his lips. “My fucking pleasure, baby girl, my fucking pleasure.”
He unbuttoned your jeans, teeth biting your stomach and tongue tracing every inch of flesh he revealed by unzipping the denim. Tugging the material with one hand, he cradled your ass with the other, lifting your bottom half easily so he could pull the fabric down. He leaned up, dragging the material down your legs.
You lifted them and kicked to help him remove them, wanting him to touch you desperately.
Lying back down, he ran the tip of his nose up the lace of your panties, inhaling gently. “Fuck… You’re soaked, baby.” He pressed a kiss to your pubic bone through your panties and you groaned and lifted your hips, hoping for more contact.
He chuckled, running his tongue along the top of your panties before leaning his head down, biting at the lace. He makes eye contact with you as he begins dragging your panties down with his teeth. He gets to your knees before he lets your panties fall from his mouth. He removes the scrap of fabric with his hands as he caresses up your legs with his nose, kissing your skin softly. As soon as he reaches the apex of your thighs, he blows a stream of air onto your sensitive skin.
You moan out, the sensation sending shivers through your entire body. If you didn’t cum soon, you might explode. “Tyler, please… Please…” You plead with a shaky voice.
He shushes you, deciding to take pity as he pokes at your clit with his nose. “My pretty needy baby girl… I’m gonna drive you wild…” Finally, he flattens his tongue along your slit, stroking the sensitive skin fully.
You moan, your hands diving down to his hair as you press him closer to your center.
He stiffens his tongue, diving it shallowly inside you, his thumb beginning to run circles on your clit. “Fuck… You taste better than I imagined,” he practically growls as he pulls back. He switches his tactics, swirling your clit with his tongue. His finger pokes inside you gently and you moan, craving more. He inserts a second and hooks them upward, thrusting against your sensitive spot as he sucks your clit into his mouth.
He eats you out with vigor and your back involuntarily arches, as you get closer to your peak. You plead with him to continue, to give you more… Of course, he is happy to oblige.
As you prepare to orgasm, he shoves another finger inside of you, and you whimper at the pinch of pain. He doesn’t want to do it, but if he is going to fuck you… He needs to prepare you. He doubles his efforts on your clit in an attempt to distract you from the pain and he moans against you as you find your rhythm and your hips begin rocking against his face again.
He pulls back slightly, only enough to groan, “ride my face, baby. Make yourself cum for me…” His large tongue laps against your clit and you reach your peak, exploding into a fiery orgasm.
You barely feel him inserting the fourth finger inside of you and instead of it being painful; it only increases your pleasure. You scream his name as your hips twitch against his face, riding out the last of your fading orgasm.
Tyler doesn’t let up on you, and as he senses you coming down, he continues to lick you gently, pulling his fingers out. He lets you down easily, kissing your clit, his thumb still caressing it softly. “That was fucking beautiful.”
At some point during your orgasm, he had reached one hand down to grasp his junk, not wanting to cum in his pants. He was dangerously close to unmanning himself because seeing you cum was more erotic than any porn or sex scene he had been involved in.
You panted, limbs unable to move as you tried to recover after what was undeniably the most powerful orgasm you’d ever had. Tyler crawled back up your body, rocking his clothed hips against your naked ones, letting out a groan.
You opened your eyes; glancing down to see his member straining against his gym shorts and the sight reinvigorated you. You wanted him to fuck you, right now. You pulled his face to yours, kissing him like you were trying to consume him. You tasted yourself on his lips and it turned you on.
You ran your tongue around his wet lips, and at this, Tyler moaned loudly. Seeing you taste yourself was almost too much for him. “You’re so sensual, baby girl… I’m so hard for you…”
You nodded, “please, Tyler, fuck me…” Your foot came up to rest on his hip, pushing his shorts down. He groaned as he reached down, pulling his erection out of the way before kicking the material off of him and onto the floor.
Once he was naked, you reached down to stroke him and he let you for a few pained moments before he gently slapped your hand away. “I’m too close… Let me settle down, please…”
He lowered himself onto you, his full weight pressing against you. He inhaled your scent and nuzzled your warm skin as he took deep breaths. The one thing he didn’t want was to explode the second he thrust into your tight walls, especially because you were a virgin. That would be an awful first time…
He took his time soothing himself until he regained control. His hands stroked all over your body, caressing every sensitive area lovingly.
Once he was ready, he leaned up, kissing your lips softly. His fingers pushed your hair back from your face, looking into your eyes. “This is gonna hurt, sweetheart. I’m so sorry…” He trailed off softly and you nodded, knowing the pain would be worth it.
“I’m ready, Ty. It’s me and you.”
He smiled and kissed you gently again, reaching towards his nightstand. In the drawers he pulled a condom out and a bottle of lube. You were wet, but he was big… And he wanted to do everything he could to make this easier.
He sat up and bit into the foil of the condom, pulling it out and wrapping it around his member. Popping open the bottle of lube, he squeezed some out into his palm and warmed it up by rubbing his hands together. Gently, he rubbed it against your slit before covering his member with it.
Now that he was ready, he laid down on top of you again, kissing your neck. He pulled back, “keep your eyes on me, beautiful.” He pulled your hand above your hand and laced your fingers together. Your other hand grabbed onto his arm. He placed soft kisses around your face as his free hand reached down to align his member with you and you could feel his tip poking at your entrance. His hand came back up and stroked your cheek, still looking into your eyes.
Slowly, he began pushing inside of you and your eyes watered at the intrusion. You whimpered softly and tried to focus on his hand grabbing yours and stroking your skin.
Once he met resistance, he whispered, “I’m sorry, baby,” and pushed hard to thrust himself past your barrier.
You yelped out in pain, tears streaming down your cheeks at the pinch of pain.
He stilled, trying to allow you to get used to him. His lips kissed away the tears on your cheeks, his hand squeezing yours in support. He did everything he could to comfort you, whispering words of adoration into your skin. “You’re doing so good, baby… The worst part is over… It’s gonna feel good soon, okay? I’m so sorry… I love you so much…”
You nodded as the pain dulled, reconnecting your eyes. “It’s okay… You can move.”
Very slowly Tyler pulled back out, watching your face for signs of pain.
You hissed at the uncomfortable sensation but as he kept moving inside you, it started to feel… pleasurable. You let out a soft groan and lifted your hips to meet his, encouraging him to move faster.
“That’s so good, baby…” He was so proud of you, enjoying the fact that you were starting to feel comfortable enough to meet his thrusts.
You clenched your walls around him experimentally and immediately, Tyler let out a loud moan, “fuck… You’re gonna make me cum if you do that… I’m barely holding on…”
Tyler tried to control himself, he really did. It was a chore for him to hold back his orgasm, he wanted to cum so bad. His blunt teeth bit into your shoulder as he tried to keep himself from exploding. “I can’t… I can’t hold back, baby…” The words were shaky, his hand trailing down to rub harshly against your clit.
“It’s okay, baby… Cum for me.” You bit his lip before kissing him soundly. “You don’t have to wait for me, just enjoy it.”
Tyler groaned loudly, his fingers moving against your clit at a fast pace as he tried desperately to get you to go off with him but it was hopeless. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore and with two more thrusts he lost all control, pushing deep inside you and cumming with a shout of your name.
His hips kept jutting into yours as he released, head dropping to your shoulder as he praised you, murmuring how perfect and amazing you were.
He didn’t allow himself to rest, as soon as he came down, he pulled out of you gently. You winced at the loss, and were surprised at how empty you felt without him inside.
He didn’t give you a minute to consider this before he slunk down your body, sucking your clit into his mouth. It took only a few sucks and passes of his tongue over your bud before you were shaking in an orgasm, moaning his name.
As soon as it was over, he collapsed beside you, pulling the condom off and tying it into a knot before tossing it into the garbage beside his nightstand.
You barely noticed as he gathered you into his arms, fatigue plaguing your body. Your limbs felt heavy and your eyes couldn’t stay open but you happily wrapped your body around Tyler.
“You were worth the wait, Ty…” you whispered before you succumbed to sleep.
Tyler was too tired to puff his chest out in pride but his lips stretched with a smile as he cuddled you close and drifted off, dreaming of doing that again… ASAP.
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