#stan pines x male!reader

[rosefilledpiano]

New to this

Hello!! My name is Judas. Jude for short. I'm 17, and part of the LGBTQ community. (Aromantic and genderfluid). I'm an aspiring cryptozoologist, but I enjoy writing. I'm on here to practice writing, so please send in a request if you'd like. I don't have many boundaries, as long as it isn't incest, non-con, or pedophillia. I'll be writing for the fandoms under the banner.

Heroes of Olympus

Perseus (Percy) Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Grover Underwood

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Nico Di Angelo

Clarrise La Rue

Will Solace

Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano

Jason Grace

Piper McLean

Leo Valdez

Hazel Levesque

Frank Zhang

Apollo/Lester papadopoulous (idek)

Sally Face

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Ashley Campbell

Todd Morrison

Travis Phelps

Lisa Johnson

Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun

Yashiro Nene

Hanako-Kun (Amane Yugi)

Kou Minamoto

Mitsuba Sousuke

Tsukasa Yugi

Sakura Nanamine

Natsuhiko Hyuuga

Aoi Akane (male??)

Akane Aoi (female?)

Yako

Hunter x Hunter

Gon Frecss

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

Leorio Paradinight

Alluka (platonic)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Ouran Highschool Host club (I forgot the last names, so I'll have to make it work)

Tamaki

Haruhi

Kyoya

Hikaru

Kaoru

Honey-Senpai

Mori

Gravity Falls

Dipper Pines

Mabel Pines

Grunkle Stan

Stanford

Wendy

Soos

School Bus Graveyard

Ashlyn Banner

Aiden Clark

Ben Clark

Tyler Hernandez

Taylor Hernandez

Logan Fields

The Night and It's Moon

Nox

Amaris

----- (This is my own little series I've dreamed up. Requests are accepted and encouraged. I need help creating the title name, though. So after a few chapters, I'll need recommendations. Here are the characters so far.)

Enid Wright

Rubi Lawrence

Selene Aedes

Liam Hernandez

Aries Deam

Tyler Aedes

Sammy Deam

That's all for the moment. I'll be writing x readers, smuts, etc. Please request something soon! Thanks for reading this far!

#percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #pjo #sally face #hunter noceda #ouran high school host club #ohshc #gravity falls #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #criminal minds #the night and its moon #x reader #dipper pines x reader #percy jackson x reader #leo valdez x reader #will solace x reader #nico di angelo x reader #sal fisher x reader #larry johnson x reader #sally face x reader #tbhk x reader #hanako kun x reader #amane yugi x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #killua zoldyck x reader #lgbtqia #school bus graveyard #sbg (webtoon)

[mercedesvince]

Hello I’m Vince!!

I am a writer who is open to writing requests for x reader

Just a heads up that English is not my first language so apologies for any grammar or wrong use of words :(

RULES

This is meant to be a blog for x male or non-binary x readers

I will not write for female readers as of now (but might change in future)

I will only write for series listed below

no smut (I am not comfortable with that)

There are characters listed below underage, all characters will at least be aged up to teenagers, but even so I will only go as far as kissing

I will not write any sort of NSFW for any character under 18 (what i mean when i say NSFW I mean in a sexual way, things like cussing or slight violence I can do)

I can write angst, fluff or both

If you see a mistake in my writing please inform me on it so I can improve in future :)

If i missed a TW or you notice something i should let the readers know before reading PLEASE let me know, i’d hate for someone to be negatively affected by my writing

Please be nice and respect everybody and there wishes!!

SERIES & CHARACTER I WILL WRITE FOR

(If there is a character I have missed that is not on the list for a specific series and you would like a x reader for please ask and I will let you know whether or not I can write for them :))

South Park

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCornmick

Eric Cartman

Butters

Tolkien Black

Wendy Testaburger

Bebe Stevens

Heidi Turner

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentis

Jason Gideon

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Matthew Simmons

Like Alvez

Kate Callahan

Tara Lewis

Sam Cooper

Gina LaSalle

Beth Griffin

Jonathan Simms

Mick Rawson

Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World

Scott Pilgrim

Ramona Flowers

Envy Adams

Knives Chau

Kim Pine

Julie Powers

Wallace Wells

Lucas lee

Gideon Graves

Matthew Patel

Todd Ingram

Young Neil

Roxy Ritcher

Stacy Pilgrim

Stephen Stills

My Hero Academia

Disclaimer I have not watched the series recently, so I do not have everything up to date and can only write up to season 4 :(

Anyone from Class 1A

Anyone from Class 1B

Any Pro Hereos

Any Villians

Mirio Togata

Nejire Hado

Tamaki Amajiki

Saiki K.

Kusuo Saiki

Shun Kaido

Aren Kuboyasu

Aiura Mikoto

Kokomo Teruhashi

Reita Tortisuka

Riki Nendo

Kineshi Hairo

Chiyo Yumehara

Metori Saiko

Chisato Mera

Hunter X Hunter

Disclaimer I am only caught up on the series not the manga

Gon Freecss

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

Leorio Paradinight

Hisoka Morrow

Chrollo Lucifer

Any Phantom Troupe Memebers

Ging Freecss

Any Zodiac members

Kite

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Michelangelo

Donatello

April O’neil

Stranger Things

Eleven

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max mayfield

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

IT

Disclaimer I have been trying my best to see the second movie but I have only managed to watch the first so I can only write for things relevant in the first movie :(

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrak

SPIDERVERSE

Miles Morales (earth 1610 & earth 42)

Gwen Stacy

Peter B. Parker

Jessica Drew

Miguel O’hara

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

Spider Noir

Penny Parker

MASTERLIST LINK

This Masterlist includes all works i’ve written on this blog so far!

That is all for now! Thank you so much for reading and feel free to request, I am new to tumblr so please feel free to let me know if I need to add or be more specific on something :))

#south park #south park x male reader #south park x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x male reader #scott pilgram vs the world #mha #saiki k #hunter x hunter #rottmnt #stranger things #it #it x male reader #into the spider verse #beyond the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x male reader

[petrichor-idyllic]

hey dude, it’s good to finally find someone who does tmr male!readers agshdhs

please could I request a Newt x male!reader fic/some headcanons, set after death cure with the alternate ending where he’s okay? Him and the reader were in the glade together and have been inseparable since. But in that time they’ve had An Unspoken Thing between them and getting settled in the Safe Haven made them finally feel comfortable enough to fess up their feelings for each other (I’m a massive sucker for mlm slow burn and mutual pining,,,)

don’t feel pressured to take this on btw! just thought I’d shoot my shot, and I hope all is well with you x

Yanno it's actually kinda mad that this isn't the first time that someone has said they struggle to find TMR writers who write for mlm relationships. Yanno, since there are literally only two women in the main group for the entire franchise.

And James Dashner has only ever confirmed one character's sexuality.

Which is Newt. Who is gay.

Anyway, I'm more than happy to write for Newt. I'm also more than happy to pretend he's still alive. (RIP Newt.)

SAFE AT LAST

MASTERLIST | NEWT MASTERLIST

SUMMERY: See above. AU where Newt's immune and survived the Flare.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, dumb anxious gays, long term feelings, end of a slow burn, like one sex joke.

Newt's your best friend.

You've been through thick and thin together. From living through and surviving the Maze, to escaping and surviving the Scorch, to taking down WICKED and making it to the Safe Haven.

It's been a rough few years, but you're safe now. Like, you're actually safe now.

You and Newt had always been close. Closer than the other Gladers had been and you can normally be found going about your tasks together. Newt actually started spending his time as a Track-hoe because that was your job- and it meant he got to spend more time with you.

The other boys have always suspected something more between the pair of you. Especially Minho, who is basically your number one fan.

He'd actually be heartbroken if you guys never got together.

But now there's really no reason for you to not be together. With the dangers and the life-threatening scenarios and the hellish world the Solar Flares created behind you- you're just kind of avoiding the topic.

Part of you really doesn't want to mess up your friendship with Newt if you say something (despite Minho constantly telling you he's in love with you.) And you're also scared.

You've got plenty of friends. The survivors of the Glade, even Gally, are all incredibly close, with the additions of Brenda, Jorge, Aris and some girls from Group B.

But romantic relationships? That's different. None of you have ever experienced romantic situations, apart from Thomas, which is now kind of awkward because you're all starting adulthood. It's scary.

"You're killing me, man" Minho complains, lying across a bench like the dramatic little shit he is, after having yet another conversation with you about Newt. "Just ask him- go on a date, tell him you love him, go spend some time in your hut- though make sure to get consent."

"Minho," you glare at him, "gross."

"What?" He leans up, resting on his elbows. "It's not like I'm wrong."

You sigh, rolling your eyes at the boy.

"Yanno, if you guys would just actually get together than I wouldn't have anything to talk to either of you about. It's kinda boring here."

"It's peaceful," you argue, "you're just used to daily suicide missions."

"Uh, sorry for tryna get your buggin' ass outta the Maze- but it sure does get ya blood pumpin'. Who doesn't love a good workout?" You scoff at him, and he sits up, letting his hands drop between his legs. "Look, talk to him. Please, for the love of everyone here- shuckin' talk to the man. I've been watching this klunk for so long I'm gonna ask Newt out if you don't grow some balls and get it over with."

"Don't you dare," he fakes a gasp, putting his hand to his chest.

"You do it, then."

You grumble, but Minho is right.

So, you stand up, deciding to go and find Newt. Which, for the first time ever, is weirdly difficult.

He's absolutely no where to be seen.

You ask Thomas, then Gally, Sonya, Aris, Jorge, even Vince.

Eventually, you spot Newt sitting in the sand, his trouser rolled up with his feet in the water, seemingly enjoying a moment away from everyone.

For some reason, watching the blond throw his head back and take a deep breath makes you think of your time with him.

Like when you'd share meals in the Glade, or when he'd be particularly stressed and you'd go for a walk and chill at the small lake in the Deadheads.

Or that one time he thought it'd be funny to make you jump and you elbowed him so hard he cracked a rib. You both got lectured by Jeff.

Or when Gally was building something and a wooden board fell back and smacked him square in the face. You and Newt were basically crying laughing as you toppled over each other. Gally was salty for weeks.

Or when in the Scorch when you fought over a battle of water, which got spilt and you both had to run away from a homicidal Minho. Which is potentially the most terrifying experience you've ever had. He was the Keeper of the Runners for a reason, even on sand.

There weren't many happy or funny moments from your life as you remember it, but the ones you do have, all have Newt in them.

He means the world to you.

You couldn't imagine your life without him. I mean, thank God you all survived and are all immune to the Flare, right?

You suck in a deep breath, making your way over to him.

"Hey," you say, sitting next to him.

"Hey," he responds, "just the guy I've been looking for."

It's not like you're completely oblivious to his attraction to you, but you are completely unaware of Newt's deep feelings for you.

He's had a crush on you ever since you came up in the Box. Everyone knew about it- Alby used to even jump in with the teasing sometimes. There's been several moments that Newt has wanted to confess, and completely pussied out last minute.

But, after being pressured by everyone, he feels like it's about time he says something.

You scoff. "You've been looking for me?"

"Yeah, but I couldn't find you for the life of me- the shuck have you been?"

You laugh, shaking your head at the irony. "Looking for you, actually."

"Oh." He blinks before snorting. "Great minds think alike, eh?"

"Yeah, I guess- look, I need to talk to you."

"I need to talk to you, too, actually." He clears his throat.

"Okay, uh, you wanna go first?"

"I mean, you can go first, if you want?"

"No no, it's fine- you go first."

"You sure? I mean you can-"

"I'm sure." You're going to be here all day if you can't actually decide who's speaking.

"Okay," he shifts, moving his legs from in front of him and crossing his legs instead. "I'm just gonna say it. I think we should be a couple."

You blink at him. He said that with so little emotion it's almost funny.

"What?"

"I like you, dude- and if Minho is anything to go off, you like me too. At least, I hope so."

You blankly look at him, which clearly makes him uncomfortable. "You do like dudes, right?" He says after a very awkward pause, realising you've never actually had that conversation.

"Yes," you confirm, before laughing.

"Shuck it, this is dumb," he rubs his face. "What were you gonna say?"

"I was actually gonna ask you the same thing," you say in between chuckles.

He shifts slightly, turning so he can face you better. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you hesitate for a moment, "I really like you, Newt- I always have but I never said anything 'cause, yanno, we were tryna not die."

He snorts. "Yeah, I get that." He pauses again, clearly uncertain. "So... do you wanna be boyfriends, then?"

You grin. "Yeah, let's be boyfriends."

"Cool," he lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He's finally got a boyfriend- and it's you.

What a brilliant combination.

"Should we, uh, kiss?" You try to repress a smirk as the boy visibly cringes at his own question.

"Do you want to?" You ask.

"Yes," it's the first time in the whole conversation he's actually sounded certain of something.

"Okay, then." You spin more to face him, both of you awkwardly looking at each other for a moment before you eventually lean in.

Newt hesitates, but closes the gap, resulting in a memorable first kiss for the pair of you. It's a peck, then you reconnected, struggling to find a fitting rhythm.

The kiss is sweet and full of love, and it makes your skin tingle and your brain go fuzzy.

Until Minho's voice cuts through the Glade.

"Yes! Shucking finally! Thomas!" He shouts. "Yo! Where's Thomas? He owes me his stew for a week!"

You break away, watching the boy scurry off to find your friend.

You and Newt glance at each other before breaking into a fit of laughter, both of you calming down and then cracking up again when you make eye contact.

Newt looks beautiful when he laughs.

And now you get to experience it even more.

Because he's your boyfriend. And you're his.

Two requests in a day? That's unheard of from me. I'm back on my grind today.

In all seriousness, I am happy to be providing some much needed mlm Newt content because I'm sick to death of people ignoring his sexuality.

I hope you enjoyed :))

#🌿 petri writes tmr #🍃 petri tmr #🌿 petri writes #🌿 petri tmr newt #tmr fanfiction #newt tmr #newt the maze runner #newt is gay #tmr newt

[jessybarnes]

Golden Lines - Chapter Five - Insatiable Desires

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Jessica Anderson, Chris Evans x OFC Lily Stan, Sebastian Stan x OFC Jessica Anderson, Tom Hiddleston x OFC Ang DiLorenza 

Chapter Five Characters: Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Tom Hiddleston, OFC Jessica Anderson, OFC Lily Stan, OFC Ang DiLorenza, OFC Amanda Evans (mentioned), OFC Mrs. Stevens, OMC Dean Wesson, OMC Sam Hammond, OMC Steve Hammond, OMC Scott Leighton, OMC Tommy King, Diana Hiddleston (Tom's Mom: mentioned), Scott Evans (mentioned), Carly Evans (mentioned), Shanna Evans (mentioned), Lisa Capuano (Chris’s Mom: mentioned), G. Robert Evans III (Chris’s Dad: mentioned), Georgeta Orlovschi (Sebastian’s Mom: mentioned), OFC Shayly Andrews (mentioned), OMC Jameson Andrews (mentioned), and Dodger

Chapter Five Rating: Explicit 18+

Chapter Five Tags: **** PLEASE READ ALL WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER BEFORE CONTINUING!!!! **** SMUT, NSFW title card, angst, fluff, teacher/student relationships, anxiety, drinking, underage drinking, nervousness, mentions of past trauma (specifically the following: injury to hand, physical abuse, sexual abuse, and mental abuse), mentions of shitty parents (specifically dead beat fathers), pining, blindfolds, skydiving, airplanes, flying, heights, free falling, vomiting, kissing, nipple play, oral (male receiving), deep throating, face fucking, cum swallowing, overstimulation, dry humping, clit play, fingering, finger fucking, squirting, dirty talk, a tiny instance of dom/sub (if you squint), praise kink, begging, finger sucking, oral (female receiving), jacking off, lying, crying, self-esteem/self-worth issues, bed sharing, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think I've covered everything… PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BEFORE STARTING THIS CHAPTER! 

Chapter Five Word Count: 11,289 (GOOD LORD… This got away from me...grab a snack and a beverage, folks. Lol.)

Chapter Five Betas: T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza 

Chapter Five Mini Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: There are mentions of past physical, sexual, and mental abuse (as I stated above in the tags), and I've written this so if there are readers who need to skip that part, they can. There are asterisks that indicate where that part starts and ends if anyone needs to skip it! You won't miss anything if you do, I promise. ❤

The rest of the school week seems to drag itself out. Lily and Ang walk to Art class together, their finished assignments in hand. Angie is quiet, a little too quiet, and Lily immediately picks up on it. "Hey, babe. You good?" 

She bites her lip nervously and glances over to her friend. "I'm scared, Lil. What if he doesn't like it?" 

They walk into the classroom and take a seat at their normal table. "He's gonna love it, Ang. Tom's very much into art, at least, that's what Seb told me once." 

She cocks her head to the side, "I just realized I never knew his first name until now. Tom is a fitting name, it suits him." 

"Alright, class everyone settle down. I know all of you are excited for the weekend," Ang and Lily smirk at each other knowingly, "but we've still got an hour of school left. Everyone take out your finished pieces and have them ready for me to look at. I'll be walking around the room to give you a final grade." 

Lily carefully unwraps her watercolor painting and sets it on the table. She wasn't sure what she was going to paint at first, but then she got to thinking about her Mom. Sebastian was only five when his Father left. He didn't have many memories of him, but he remembered the day he and their Mom were left alone, vividly. 

Sebastian had told Lily the story on one of their movie nights and it's stuck with her ever since. He said that he had heard his Father yelling at their Mom, but he couldn't recall what he was angry about. He ran outside and followed him to his car, and shoved his hand in the door as it was being pulled closed. It smashed his fingers between the door and where it connected to the car. Sebastian told Lily that he did it because he thought that if his Father saw that he was hurt then he'd take him to the hospital and the doctor would say that he had to stay and take care of him. Instead, he watched him drive away. Seb chased the car, but was picked up by their Mom so she could wipe his tears and bandage his mangled hand. 

Lily hasn't met her Father either, nor does she want to. Georgeta, their Mother, gives them everything they need. Sebastian was twenty when she was born, and helped take care of her as if she were his own and not his half sister. Their Mom is the strongest woman she's ever known. She always puts her and her brother first and never hesitates to go without just so they can be taken care of. 

So, it's only fitting to dedicate her first watercolor painting to their Mom. It's of one of her favorite vacation spots. Lily remembers being a little girl, probably around ten, and going on vacation with her there. It was right around sunset, the reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks blanketed across the sky accenting with the mountain in the distance perfectly. 

Painting it from memory was hard, but once she was finished it turned out to be the best one she's ever done. 

Angie finishes unwrapping hers and gasps, "Lil! Oh, my god! That's beautiful!" 

She smiles sheepishly, "not as beautiful as yours, love. Mr. H will probably cry when he sees that. I mean, for real though, that drawing should be in a museum." 

Angie laughs and beams at her. "Only if your masterpiece is displayed right next to it!" 

Mrs. Stevens makes her way over to their table and smiles as she looks over Lily's shoulder. "Ms. Stan, this is stunning! These watercolors are blended perfectly and the highlight on the mountain is beautifully done! You deserve an A." 

"Thank you, Mrs. Stevens," Lily grins and watches as she moves over to look at Angie's. 

"Oh… Oh, my goodness. Ms. DiLorenza this is breathtaking! The shading is impeccable and the blending is just the right amount. An A for you as well. The two of you are incredible artists! Mr. Hiddleston will surely appreciate this. Would you like to take it to him now? I don't believe he has a class." 

Angie wrings her hands nervously, "I-I don't know. I'm kind of scared. What if he doesn't like it?" 

Mrs. Stevens shakes her head. "Nonsense, dear. How about this? How about I call him down here. You can step out into the hallway for a bit of privacy, but you'll still be within earshot of the class. Sound good?" 

Angie nodded. "Alright, it's settled." 

A few minutes later she hears the familiar deep voice that she loves so much. She steals a quick glance and sees him standing just outside the doorway with her art teacher. He meets her eyes and she quickly looks away pulling her lip between her teeth. The sound of Mrs. Stevens' high heels click against the floor and stop just shy of their table. "He's waiting outside, dear. I'll be at my desk should you need me." 

Angie takes a deep breath and stands up. Lily squeezes her hand for reassurance as she holds the drawing in the other. "You've got this, babe!" 

Ang nods and slowly walks across the room to the door. She rounds the corner, holding the picture close to her chest as she looks up at him. 

"Hi." 

Even that one word sounds weak, but if Tom notices he doesn't point it out. "Hi, Ang. It's good to see you again." His accent sends a wave of arousal straight to her core. "I understand you have something for me?" 

Angie looks down at the drawing clutched in her hands. "Well, I-I um…Mrs. Stevens… we-" 

Tom places a warm hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, darling," he whispers. "Take your time." 

Angie licks her lips, "our first assignment was to um...to create whatever we wanted. I wasn't-," she shifts her weight anxiously, "wasn't sure what to make so I just kind of zoned out a-and let my pencil have a mind of its own." Without making eye contact with him she holds the canvas out so he can take it. "I um...I made this...for you."

Tom hates to see his girl so nervous, but he can’t deny how adorable she looks standing in front of him like this. So innocent and - wait...did he just refer to Ang as his girl in his head? Well, that's new. She hands over the canvas without looking at him and toes at the tile floor with her shoe. He flips it over in his hands and sucks in a breath. 

It's the most beautiful piece of art he's ever seen. The detailed lines, the contrast of highlight and shade, and the attention to detail. It's...well, it's breathtaking, and the fact that it's a portrait of him makes it that more meaningful. Tom realizes he hasn't said anything, let alone released the breath he's been holding, and turns his attention back to Angie. She's shaking and picking at her fingernails and he has to force himself not to hug her. 

"Darling, look at me." 

She timidly raises her head, her eyes shining with unshed tears. 

"This is phenomenal, Ang. I...I'm speechless… I'm so honored that out of everything you could have drawn you chose me. Thank you." 

She blinks a few times in rapid succession to keep from crying. "Well, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to draw the most beautiful person in the world." 

Fuck! Shit shit shit! 

God how she wished someone invented time travel so she could go back fifteen seconds. She could probably make it to the back doors to the parking lot if she made a run for it. They haven't even had their first date yet and she just dropped a bombshell that is normally saved for people who've been together for like...a few months.

Angie winces and turns her gaze back to the floor. The very floor she wishes would open up and let her fall into. Tom's index and middle fingers gently tilt her head back up. Those tears she worked so hard to stop before spill over her waterline and cascade down her cheeks. 

"Oh, love," Tom brushes the wetness away with the back of his knuckles gingerly, "please don't cry. I'm not upset with you. In fact, I'm flattered. It's been quite a long time since a woman has called me beautiful." He discreetly reaches down to hold her hand, "and it's never been said by someone as stunning as you." 

Angie feels her heart skip a beat. He…he thinks she's stunning? 

Before she can say anything, Tom does a quick sweep of the hallway to be sure there's no one that can see them. He smooths his thumb over her bottom lip and smiles softly before leaning down to press a sweet kiss to her lips. It only lasts a second, but it was by far the best second of her life. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, my darling girl." He winks and turns on his heel leaving Angie there with wide eyes and flushed skin. 

Holy shit he kissed her!

Jessy walks quickly to her locker and grabs what she needs to complete her assignments over the weekend. It's been the slowest Friday ever, but it's finally time to leave. She shoots Angie a quick text to let her know she'll meet her at the mall and heads to her car. 

Since they both have dates tomorrow night, a special outfit is a must for both of them. Twenty minutes later she pulls into a free parking space next to Angie's car. 

"JESSY! Oh, my god he fuckin' kissed me!" 

Jessica had barely gotten out of her car when Angie told her the news, and she was ecstatic. "No way!" She grabs Ang's hands and they bounce in place with excitement, "girl when?! Tell me everything!" 

She lets out a dreamy sigh and smiles. "You know how I drew that picture of him?" Jessy nods. "Well, Mrs. Stevens called him down to her class so I could give it to him. So, there we were, in the hallway, and I was so fuckin' nervous. God, was I nervous. He was so sweet with me though. He called me darling and waited patiently while I stuttered like an idiot. He was speechless, babe. He loved it." 

She grins, "I knew he would, Ang." 

Angie blushes, "there's more though. He told me he was honored that out of everything, I chose to draw him, and like a dumbass I told him I couldn't pass up on drawing the most beautiful person in the world." 

Jessica gasps. "Oh, shit! How did he take that?" 

"Well, I didn't see his initial reaction cause I immediately looked down at the floor, but he lifted my head and wiped my tears. He called me love and said that no one as stunning as me has ever referred to him as beautiful. Then," she bites her lip as the memory of his mouth on hers plays over and over in her head, "he looked around, kissed me for like a second, and then called me his darling girl!" 

"Ahh! Ang! Oh, my god that's so cute! You two are freakin' adorable together, I swear!" 

Angie hugs her and giggles. "You ready to buy something that's gonna knock our men off their feet? 

Jessica nods and hugs her, "hell yeah! Let's do this!" 

Two hours and eight stores later, both of them had their outfits tried on and bought. Angie picks a plaid blue and red skirt that sits about four inches above the knee, and a matching form-fitting shirt. Jessy decides on a short, simple, yet elegant, velvet burgundy dress. After that the girls eat a little snack at the food court together to tide them over before heading home to do their homework. 

Lily sits Indian style on her bed and works on one of her journal entries for English Literature. Sebastian may be her teacher, but he never once treated her any differently from the other kids. Friday's topic was a free day, and she's trying to think of something to write about. All she can think about is Chris, and what he told her brother the other day. One part of her wants to know who the girl is that he's willing to take such a big risk for, and the other part of her doesn't. Lily knows it's not her. Why would it be? He's twenty-two years her senior and her teacher for God's sake. She sighs and begins to write about him anyway. It's not like Seb will guess who it is. Not if she's vague enough. 

A couple of minutes later after she's done writing, she hears the front door open. That's odd...Seb normally hangs out with Chris on Saturday's… She thinks to herself. 

"Lily? Hey, you home?" 

She moves to lay on her stomach and starts playing Candy Crush on her phone. "In my room!" 

Sebastian knocks lightly and peaks his head in. "So, I'm gonna need you to get changed into some jeans and a t-shirt that you don't mind potentially getting dirty." 

She looks at him like he’s grown a third eye. "Um...what?" 

He rolls his eyes. "Just...c'mon! We gotta leave in like," he checks his watch, "ten minutes." 

Lily changes, even though she's thoroughly confused, and puts on some old tennis shoes. "Okay, I'm ready. So, what are we doin'?" 

Sebastian shakes his head and opens the garage. "Can't tell ya! It's a surprise!" 

"Ugh! You know how much I hate surprises, Seb!" She groans and slides into the passenger seat of his black Dodge Charger. He hands her a black bandana and smirks. 

"Yeah, I know. Humor me and put that on. You're not allowed to see anything until we get there." 

"Seriously?! Fine...but I get to pick what we listen to." Lily unlocks her phone and pulls up her favorite playlist on Spotify. "Here, I'll let you get it connected while I put this on." 

Sebastian chuckles and takes her phone. "Remind me why I love you again?" 

She pulls the ends of the bandana into a knot and adjusts it over her eyes. "Because I keep you sane, not to mention I'm the fun sibling." 

"Whoa, hey now, wait a minute! I'm fun!" 

Lily scoffs, "okay, mister 'the only thing I do for fun is hang out with Chris every Saturday' you keep tellin' yourself that. Speaking of him, why aren't you two having your normal bro night anyway?" 

Even though she couldn't see him, Sebastian rolls his eyes as he pulls out of the driveway. "Well, I told you I would make it up to you for bailing on our movie night. Plus, he's got a date." 

Lily feels a pang of jealousy flood through her chest. "Oh," she hates how she can't control the hurt tone in her voice, "that's good. I hope it goes well." 

Sebastian glances over at her, immediately picking up on her change of mood. He leaves it alone for now since today is about her. 

The drive is quiet, except for the music, and Lily finds herself thinking about Chris again. Well, she often thinks about him, but now she is imagining him with another woman. Honestly, she wishes she could just tell him how she feels so she can get his reaction. Maybe if he rejects her, then she will be able to get over him. 

She sighs and closes her eyes. "Are we there yet? I feel like we've been in the car for over an hour now." 

Sebastian stops the car and puts it in park, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "Yeah, we're here. You can take off the bandana now." 

Lily rips the fabric off her head and blinks to adjust to the light. Once she's able to see clearly, she gasps. "SKYDIVING?! Oh, my god! Sebby! Are you serious?!" 

She looks at him with wonder and he laughs, "yeah, I'm serious! I know how long you've been wanting to do this, and I figured it was time for me to face one of my fears." 

Lily unbuckles her seatbelt and throws herself over the center console to hug him. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you!" 

He pats her on the back, "does this make me the fun sibling now?" 

"Don't push your luck, Shakespeare nerd." She pulls away and climbs out of the car. "C'mon! Let's go!" 

Angie looks herself over in her bathroom mirror for the millionth time and fixes a stray piece of hair. You look fine. Jessy was right, he's gonna love it. She tries to reassure herself as she applies a bit of lip gloss. Checking to make sure she has her phone, charger, a change of clothes, and her toothbrush, she walks down to her car. Jessy and her had the bright idea to tell their parents they were staying overnight at the other one's house. You know, just in case things go well and they decide to sleep over. 

It takes about thirty minutes to get to Tom's house, but she finally finds it. She's in awe as she parks in the driveway. It's a two-tone modern home, wood tone on the upper level and off-white on the lower. There's a balcony that wraps around and has glass paneling as a barrier. An inground pool sits off to the side of a wooden staircase.

She slings her backpack over her shoulder and makes her way to the front door. Her heels click against the asphalt and her heart thrums rapidly in her chest. Angie takes a deep breath and blows it out before knocking a few times. Seconds later, she hears footsteps and the lock clicks. 

Tom opens the door and her eyes go wide. He's wearing a white button down shirt, the top two buttons undone, and a pair of black slacks that sit low on his hips. His hair is neatly tousled and his feet are bare. Ang is so busy checking him out that she doesn't see the way he's looking at her. 

Tom stands rooted to the spot. He cannot believe how beautiful his girl looks. She's standing before him in a tight red top and short plaid skirt. Her hair is curled in loose waves, her light makeup a perfect touch to her flawless skin. He wants to devour her right there in his doorway. 

"Ang…," he looks her up and down as he bites and licks his lips, you look amazing." 

She blushes, "thank you. You look gorgeous, but you always do in my eyes." He takes her bag from her as she walks inside. "Wow, your house is beautiful." 

He sets her things down and gently grabs her hand. "Come here, darling." 

Angie spins around and looks up into his blue eyes. "May I kiss you?" He asks, his voice an octave lower than normal. She nods and he pulls her flush against his body. "I can't help myself when you look this stunning, love." 

He cups Angie's cheek in one of his large hands and brings his mouth down to meet hers. She's shy, he can tell, but soon she's kissing him back with fervor. Her lip gloss tastes like cherries and it's intoxicating. Tom backs her up, presses her against the wall, and tightens his grip on her waist as she moans into his mouth. He doesn't want to, but he knows if he doesn't stop now their dinner will get cold. 

He pulls away slowly and watches her. Ang is breathing heavily and her eyes are still closed. She's breathtaking. 

"Are you thirsty? I've got water, wine, Coke, Sprite, and I think there’s a case of beer in the garage." 

She opens her eyes and smirks. "I'm thirsty, but not for any of those things." 

He stutters and feels his slacks tighten, "L-Love, we…," he nods toward the kitchen, "dinner…" 

Angie grins mischievously and walks around to his other side. "You have a microwave, right?" He nods. "Well then…," she pushes him against the wall with her hands, "I say we skip dinner for now." 

Tom curses under his breath as she drops to her knees in front of him. "Besides, I have," her fingertips brush the rather large tent in his pants, "what I want right here." Angie pops the button and pulls the zipper down, her panties getting wetter by the second. 

"Fuck, Ang…" 

Tom's pants fall to his ankles and his hands shake as she lowers his boxers just enough to free him. His cock is painfully hard and she hasn't even touched him yet. Her small hand grips the base and he throws his head back. 

"Darling...please…" 

She runs her nails on the other hand down his thigh making him shiver. "I've never done this before, but I'll do my best to make it feel good." Tom's pretty sure anything Angie does will feel like heaven, but he nods anyway. 

The moment her lips close over his flared tip, he lets out the prettiest moan she's ever heard. It only fuels her to take him deeper. He's longer than he is thick, but she still has to open her mouth pretty wide. 

Once Angie has him about halfway she stops, not wanting to go any further in case she has a gag reflex. She trails her tongue tentatively along the underside of him and jumps a little when he thrusts forward slightly. 

"My, god...s-sorry baby...fuck that feels good." He threads his long fingers through her hair and wets his lips. "Want me to show you how? I'll be gentle, love." She nods as best as she can and blinks her innocent doe eyes at him. He nearly comes undone at the sight. 

His grip on her hair tightens and he begins to move her head up and down on his cock. Tom's eyes flutter closed, "oh, fuck! Darling, you're so good for me. So fucking good...mmm, yeah, move your tongue just like that, oh, my god…" 

Angie is floored by the way he's talking to her. She had no idea she would get such satisfaction from praise alone, but coming from Tom it was music to her ears. She pushes back on his thighs and he let's go of her. 

"Are you okay?" She shakes her head yes and kisses the tip of each finger on his right hand. "Fuck my mouth, please." 

Tom feels his need for her ignite into a wildfire. "God… are you sure, love? I don't want to hurt you. Especially since you're new at this." 

Angie kisses the tip of his cock, a bead of precum coating her lips, "please, baby? I want you to feel good." 

He breathes a shuddering breath and swallows thickly. "Alright, love, but I want you to tap my thigh if it becomes too much. Now, open that sweet mouth for me, darling." 

Angie obeys and Tom pushes his cock between her parted lips and doesn't stop until he feels her nails dig into his skin. "Shh, relax, love. Take - oh, shit! - deep breaths through your nose. Y-Yeah, that's it. You're such a good girl, Ang. God, your mouth feels so good…" 

She feels herself relax a few seconds later and Tom slides the remaining inches down her throat. He's panting, a thin coat of sweat covering his skin, and when he feels Angie swallow he about loses his mind.

“OH, FUCK! Ang...Ang oh, my fucking god!" 

She wants more, no needs more, so she does the only thing she can think of and tries to move her head back and forth, but his grip on her is too strong. She whines softly when he pulls her hair. 

"I know, love. Just...fuck...g-give me a second. I don't want to cum just yet.” 

He evens out his breathing and starts a slow rhythm. He's trying to be careful, but the little moans she makes every time he slides down her throat are nothing shy of sinful. Angie swirls her tongue around him and he growls. 

"Oh, s-shit! Ang, I...you're...oh, god!" He looks down at her with hooded eyes. "You're so perfect, darling. O-On your knees for me, taking my cock so well. I wish you could see yourself right now. So pretty…so good… fuck!"  

Tom moans out her name and fucks her mouth a bit harder, the heat in his lower belly now a sea of molten lava. 

"I-I...love, I'm...where do you...can I-?" 

He can't even form a coherent thought, let alone speak, but Angie gets what he's asking her. She absolutely needs to taste him, needs to feel him come undone from her mouth. She does the first thing that comes to mind and grips his ass hard, pulling him forward. Tom groans and works his left hand into her hair next to his right. 

"Fuck! Oh, you're amazing, darling. So good for me." He thrusts deep and squeezes his eyes shut, "shit I'm close, Ang! I-I'm...oh, darling I'm…unghh AHH!" 

Tom's orgasm hits him like a Mack truck. His vision goes white and his legs shake while his cock pulses in her warm, wet mouth. Angie swallows everything he gives her and only pulls away when he releases the hold on her hair. 

"Did I do okay?" 

Her cheeks have tear tracks and her lips are swollen as she looks up at him through her lashes. Tom leans his head back on the wall behind him and chuckles breathily, "baby…that was…more than okay. I cannot believe that was your first time. God, I haven't felt that good in...well...ever." 

He pulls her to her feet and tucks himself back into his boxers before kissing her hungrily. He can taste himself on her tongue, but he doesn't care. She's beautiful, and he never wants to let her go. He reluctantly steps back and pulls his pants back up over his hips. 

"Shall we have dinner, my darling girl? Maybe afterwards I can return the favor." 

She nods and bites her lip. 

"Alright, why don't you have a seat and I'll dish everything up for us." 

Jessica parks outside of Chris’s house just as her phone dings. She looks down and smiles when she sees it's him telling her the door's unlocked and she can just come in when she gets there. Her eyes look back up and admire how beautiful everything is. The house is a light beige color with very modern looking features. There's a lot of windows that are trimmed with a dark, ebony wood. A huge tree casts a shadow over the shrubbery and front walk-way, allowing the low lighting from the porch to give it a warm, cozy feel. 

She locks her car, puts her keys in the front pocket of her bag, and takes a breath to calm her nerves. It's a warm evening and the leaves are beginning to turn autumn colors. Jessy approaches the front door and turns the knob, slowly entering his home. If she thought the outside was beautiful, then she wasn't prepared for the inside. It felt so inviting. The same ebony wood accented white furniture and walls, and everything had its place. Very pristine. 

She smoothes her straightened hair and fixes her dress before calling out to make her presence known. "Chris?" 

A moment later, his Boston accent echoes back to her. "In the kitchen, sweetheart!" 

She sets her bag down by the door and follows the sound of his voice. Jessica finds him in an enormous state of the art kitchen. Modern appliances, a huge kitchen island with bar stools, and a wooden floor open up into an equally beautiful dining room. Chris stands facing the stove, his back to her as he stirs something that smells absolutely amazing. 

He's casually dressed in dark jeans and a blue button down. "I hope you're hungry. I'm mak-" He stops mid-sentence as he turns around to face her, the spoon he's holding clatters to the floor. 

"Sweetheart…," he breathes, "you look absolutely incredible…" 

He walks over to her and slides his hands up her bare arms, "you got this dressed up for me?" 

She nods and shyly bites her lip. "Yeah, I-I wanted to try and look pretty since you always look… well… amazing." 

Chris’s eyes roam up and down her body, like he can't look everywhere fast enough. Her four and a half inch stilettos make her come up to just below his chin, and her makeup accentuates her eyes beautifully.

"Sweet girl, you're always pretty." He kisses her deeply, his body flush against hers as he licks into her mouth. "Honey, I'll end up eating you for dinner if I don't stop now." He smirks down at her and raises an eyebrow when her breath hitches. "Oh," he coos. "You'd like that, hm? Another time, I promise. I made my Mom's famous Cajun Chicken Alfredo and I can't wait for you to try it."

He brushes her cheek and goes back to the stove to finish up their food. He pours her a glass of red wine and pulls out the chair for her to sit down. "You look even more beautiful in the candlelight, sweetheart." He kisses her cheek and puts a plate of steaming hot pasta in front of her. "It's hot, so be careful, okay?" 

Jessica nods. Thank you, Chris. This looks delicious." 

They chat while they eat, getting to know one another better. Talking to Chris comes naturally. It feels like she's known him for years. She tells him about Shayly and Jameson, skipping the part about how she basically lived with them. Chris beams as he talks about his family. Jessy learns that he has three siblings. A younger brother Scott, an actor who's happily dating his boyfriend of two years, an older sister Carly who's also an actress, and a younger sister Shanna who's an aspiring author. He mentions that his Mom's an actress as well, and his Dad's a dentist. 

Chris casually asks her about her parents and she tries not to show her grimace, but, of course, he picks up on it. "Jessy? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to.” 

She shakes her head and looks at her half empty plate. "No, you didn't… I just… my childhood wasn't that great. 'S kinda why my Mom and I moved here." 

Chris watches her push a noodle around with her fork, "do you want to talk about it, sweetheart?" He takes her hand and she closes her eyes. "I know I need to. I haven't told anyone...not even Shayly. I just...I don't know if I can." 

He stands up and holds out his hand, "come here, honey. Let's go sit down in my living room." 

She lets him lead her to the other side of his house and smiles when she sees Dodger sprawled out on the floor. "Hey, buddy! Remember me?" He jumps up and wags his tail happily, "oh, you're so cute! Wook at your cute wittle face!" 

Chris chuckles, his heart full of happiness at the sight of Jessy baby talking to his best friend. "I think I've been replaced. How could you, Dodge?! I give you everything and the moment a beautiful woman comes in the house I'm chopped liver. Typical." He's joking, of course, and grins when Jessica rolls her eyes playfully. 

"Listen, babe, I can't help it. Dogs just get me, ya know?" 

Chris tosses Dodger one of his favorite bones and sits down. "C'mere, baby. Come sit." He pats his thigh and gingerly pulls her into his lap. His thumb caresses her cheek, "you can tell me as much or as little as you need, sweetheart. I won't talk while you are. I'm here to listen, okay?" 

Jessy plays with her hands, focusing on Dodge happily chewing away at his treat. "It's a long story, but I… I really feel like I can trust you with it. So many people have asked me to open up about it, but I've never wanted to. Not until I met you." 

Chris takes one of her hands in his and kisses the back of her knuckles, sweetly. "I'm honored you feel that way, Jessy. I promise not to tell anyone anything you're about to tell me. Not even Sebastian or Tom." 

She takes a deep breath and swallows the lump in her throat, preparing to tell him everything.

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"The earliest memory I have of my Father is from when I was four years old. He's actually my Step-Father. My real Dad died when I was a baby. Anyway, I was playing out on the back patio with my building blocks and heard him yelling at my Mom. I don't remember what it was about, but he was staggering and waving his hands around. My Mom was crying and he must have gotten sick of hearing her because I watched him hit her." 

Chris began rubbing her back and she took a moment to collect herself. "It went on like that for years. He was always drunk, and my Mom worked two jobs to keep us from losing the house. H-He got fired and sat at home, just drinking in front of the TV. When um…" Jessy squeezes her eyes shut and tries desperately not to cry. Chris turns her in his lap so she's facing him and kisses her forehead, "you don't have to tell me, baby. It's okay." Jessica shakes her head, "n-no I-I need to. It's just hard reliving the memories."

Chris holds her waist and rubs his thumbs in the little divots of her hips, trying his best to comfort her. "When he wasn't black out drunk, he'd sometimes…," she closes her eyes and lets a couple of tears fall, "h-he'd sometimes touch me…," she whispers shakily. Chris’s grip tightens on her waist and he clenches jaw, but stays quiet so she can finish. "He never….actually um...put anything inside of me, but he touched me o-on the outside. I had to touch him too...he told me if I ever told anyone he'd k-kill me." Jessy was full blown crying now, but she needs this weight off her chest. 

"My Mom doesn't know. No one does… except you. If I tried to um… to stop him he'd hit me or grab my face so hard that it left bruises. I wasn't physically strong enough to get away, so I just… I let him do those… things because I thought I had to. The sooner I complied, the sooner he'd get it over with and go to sleep." She sniffles and wipes at her cheeks, "the first time it happened I was five. It didn't stop until I was twelve. 

He um… he lost interest in me when I...when I hit puberty. I still got hit when I made him angry though. My Mom got the worst of it, and when I was fourteen I started protecting her. I-I'd push her behind me a-and take the brunt of it. It was all the same to him. As long as he could take his anger out on someone, it didn't matter who it was." She takes a shaky breath and lets it out. "My mom finally filed for divorce a few weeks ago. That's why we moved here. To get away… from him." 

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Jessy opens her eyes and looks into Chris’s. The emotion in them is overwhelming. She starts to softly sob and he moves his hands to her cheeks. "Shh, I've got you, honey. I'm so sorry you had to go through something so horrible. You have to know none of that was your fault. You know that, right?" 

She nods and lets out a choked sob. 

"You're safe now, baby. I won't let anybody hurt you ever again. I'm here now, and you're safe with me, sweetheart." 

He dries her tears with the throw blanket draped over the couch and holds her close. "Will you kiss me?" 

He nods, "I'll give you whatever you need, baby." 

His kiss is careful, like she'll break if he's too rough. Jessy grips his shirt and deepens the kiss, trying hard to push the bad memories from her mind. He slides his right hand up her back until his fingers are embedded in her long red hair. She whimpers and shifts in his lap making him groan. 

"Jessy… maybe we should stop. I don't want this to lead to something you're not ready for." 

She whines and moves his free hand to her chest. "I need this… please, Chris? I wanna forget everything he did to me. Please make me forget…" 

He pecks her lips and rests his forehead against hers. "Okay, whatever you need, love." He moves his hands up and down her sides, "how do you want to do this? Tell me what you need, honey." 

Jessica rolls her hips and watches as his eyes flutter closed. "Is like this okay? I-I don't know if I'm ready for um...well for anything more than that." 

Chris swallows hard, "yeah, that's fine, sweetheart. You wanna leave the dress on?" 

Jessica bites her lip and sits back, crossing her hands so she can lift the velvety fabric over her head. Chris’s jaw drops. She's completely bare, no bra or panties, and he can feel himself harden instantly. 

"Fuck...Jessy you're breathtaking," he breathes. "Look even more beautiful than I imagined." 

She blushes and fumbles with the buttons on his shirt. "T-Thanks, but you're way more beautiful than me." 

Chris frowns and mentally makes a note to talk to her about that comment later. Right now her pleasure is his priority. He helps her remove his shirt and watches as she marvels at his chest. Her small fingers trace one of his tattoos and it makes him shiver. 

Tentatively, Jessy begins rocking her hips against him. Her lips are parted and every so often a soft moan fills the space between them. "Touch me," she whispers. 

Chris gently flicks the pad of his thumb over her nipple, making it harden under his touch. Jessica throws her head back and grinds down on him harder. "Chris! M-More...please…" He takes one of them in his mouth while he rolls the other between his fingers. Her moans are louder now, his jeans wet with her arousal. 

"God, sweetheart, look at you. You're so pretty, movin' over my cock. That's it, just like that… mmm shit baby… you feel how hard I am? Could cum just watchin' you like this." 

Jessy grabs his hair and pulls to give her more control as she quickens her pace. "Oh, Chris! Feels so good… fuck!  Baby," her voice is a breathy moan as she looks into his eyes, "wanna make y-you feel good too." 

He swipes his thumb along the seam of her lips and can't help the filthy noise he makes when she sucks it into her mouth. "Shit! J-Jessy…oh, sweetheart, trust me, watchin' you make yourself feel good is more than enough for me.” 

She leans down to kiss and lick the skin on his neck and he raises his hips to meet hers. "That feel good, honey? You want me to keep movin' my hips like this?" 

She whines and digs her nails into his biceps. "Yes! Don't stop…please...oh, god!" 

She's dripping wet now, his cock leaking precum as she rocks her hips rapidly. The slight sting of denim against her clit sends jolt after jolt of heat through her body that gathers in her lower abdomen. It starts to simmer, slowly growing hotter by the second.

Chris kisses her, deep and passionate, guiding her hips so her soaked core glides over the head of his cock on every pass. She's ethereal to him. He can't believe this gorgeous woman finds this much pleasure in his body. Out of every woman he's ever been with, Jessica's the only one he's ever felt this strongly for. He isn't in love with her, no, he's not ready for that yet. It's too soon after Amanda, but she just...does something to him that he can't quite explain yet. 

She whimpers and reaches for his right hand, "please…need you...wanna cum…" 

His eyes roll back when she brings his fingers to her clit. "God! Honey, you're fuckin' soaked. I turn you on this much?" He moves his thumb in lazy circles making her legs shake. "C'mon, baby, that's it. You're close. Can hear how wet you are too. So damn pretty, baby." 

Jessy clings to his shoulders and kisses him hard. Her mouth stumbles against his as her whole body begins to shake. "Oh, Chris," she breathes against his lips, "Chris I- oh, my god!" 

He takes her lip between his teeth and bites down gently, "that's right, Jessica. Let go…come all over my cock, sweetheart." 

Chris's words send her falling over the edge, her nails scratching down his arms as she throws her head back and screams his name. He holds her steady and works her through her orgasm making sure to draw it out as long as he can. Jessy grips his wrist and he finally pulls away as she rests her head on his bare shoulder. 

"C-Chris," she half whines, half pants, "felt so good…" 

He kisses her hair and runs his fingertips up and down her back. "Did so good for me, honey." 

Jess pulls back to look down into his lust-blown eyes. It occurs to her that he's still very much hard, and she reaches down to cup him through his pants making him hiss. "Baby…what are you doin'?" 

She giggles and kisses the tip of his nose. "Isn't it obvious? I wanna make you cum too." 

His breathing gets heavier as she continues to stroke his clothed cock. "'M okay, Jessy. Y-You don't ha- fuck - have too." 

She starts a trail of kisses down his chest as she moves to kneel on the floor in front of him. "Oh, but I want to. Wanna taste you." 

She looks up at him with big eyes and he almost cums from that alone. "Please, handsome?" 

Sebastian and Lily approach the hanger and greet their instructor cheerfully. "Hi! I'm Lily and this is my big brother, Sebastian." 

The man smiles and shakes their hands. "We've been expecting you two! I've gotten quite familiar with Sebastian over the past couple of days. I'm Dean Wesson and I'll be your instructor today." 

He points to four other people across the room, "these guys will be assisting you with your jump." Dean points from left to right, those two in the silver and black suits are Sam and Steve Hammond and the ones in the blue and white are Scott Leighton and Tommy King." 

Dean goes over the basics with them. He gets Seb and Lily fitted into their own suits and helmets before bringing them into the gear room. "Okay, so here's a breakdown of all the different parts of your pack. When you're wearing it it'll be pretty snug. On the bottom right underside is the pull for your main shute. You'll reach back behind you to grab it and pull hard to release." Dean points to the left shoulder strap, "this is your reserve shute should your main one fail. The red pull on the right strap is what you'll use if your main shute gets tangled and you have to cut it away. Does that all make sense?" 

The two of them nod and they sign a waiver before getting their packs fitted to their suits. All seven of them head to the plane and buckle themselves in for take off. Ironically, Lily learns that taking off is actually more dangerous than the dive. Once they're in the air, she glances over at Sebastian. He's putting up a front, but she can tell he's scared. 

"Hey," she reaches for his hand and squeezes it, "you good?" 

He gives her a tight-lipped smile and closes his eyes. "Yeah…, I'm good." 

Lily frowns, "Seb, if you don't wanna do this-" 

"It's alright, Lil. I told you I'd make it up to you, and I meant it. Even if I gotta do something that scares me to death. Anything to make my baby sister happy." He grins and pulls her into a side hug. 

"Alright, folks! We're at fifteen hundred feet. Go ahead and remove your seatbelts and do a final check of your gear. Once you've triple checked everything you can put your helmet on." 

After making sure they're all secure, Sam and Steve talk to Sebastian while Tommy and Scott prep Lily for her jump. She decides to go first and moves closer to the door. Once it's open, she waits for the signal. Tommy gives her the thumbs up and she steals a final look at her brother before jumping. 

Scott grabs onto her left shoulder while Tommy takes the right. Because it's impossible to hear them at the speed they're falling, they use hand and arm signals to communicate. Lily has her arms out in front of her, slightly at an angle, with her fingers bent a little. Her knees are also bent and spread out, and it makes her look like one of those flying squirrels. Her head is up and back so she can keep the right velocity. Tommy instructs her to do a couple of practice pulls. She reaches back and barely tugs on the release of her main shute two times and he seems satisfied. 

The ground is getting bigger now, and she briefly wonders if Sebastian is okay. She can't see him, but she hopes he's alright. He's her brother after all. A few minutes later Tommy gives her the go ahead to open her shute and she spreads her arms wide, sticks them in front of her, and reaches back behind her to grab the pull. This time, she tugs on it hard and a moment later she's jerked upwards as her parachute fully expands. 

The view is unbelievable. Trees, roads, fields, and bodies of water, all of it is so small from here. Lily glances up and over her shoulder and smiles when she sees that Sebastian’s shute is also safely open. Her instructors point her left and she angles her body to turn. As the ground becomes closer, she leans back slightly, bending her legs just like she was taught. She touches down safely and rolls a little as her speed catches up to her. Her heart is racing and her whole body tingles with adrenaline. 

Sebastian lands moments later and comes up to sit on his knees once he stops rolling. Lily takes her helmet off and unclips the pack from her suit. "Seb!" She runs towards him and crouches down as he removes his helmet. His eyes are closed and he doesn't look like he feels good. 

Lily crouches down behind him and rubs his back as he gets sick. "Are you okay?" 

He nods, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit. "Y-Yeah… I'm okay." 

She helps him to his feet and begins to fold his shute up for him. "What did you think?" 

He sways a little when he stands, trying not to throw up again. "Was it everything you thought it would be? Did I do well in making it up to you?" 

Lily tucks it back into his pack and smiles wide. "That. Was. AMAZING! God, the rush, the wind in my hair, the view, it was better than I expected!" 

She rolls up her parachute and grabs her gear before taking the short walk back to the main hangar. After they've put everything away and changed back into their normal clothes, they say their 'thank you's' and 'goodbye's' before heading back to Sebastian’s car. 

They climb in and Lily turns to face him, "I can't believe you got sick you dork! It wasn't that bad, was it?" Lily picks fun at him playfully and Sebastian rolls his eyes. 

"Alright, how about we go to the pet store downtown and hold tarantulas next?" 

She shivers and crinkles her nose in disgust, "oh, hell no! That is not happening!" 

Sebastian chuckles and pulls out of the lot onto the main road. "Mmkay, well, I'm gonna stop and get a Sprite since I feel like shit, do you want anything?" 

Lily reconnects her phone to his Bluetooth and clicks on 'Guys my Age' before putting her seatbelt on. "Ooo! Can we get McDonald's cheeseburgers?" 

He nods, "sure. Today's all about you, Lil." 

Seb listens as she sings along to the song and can see that she's scrolling through her camera roll. He doesn't mean to, but in the process of looking to see if any cars are coming at a busy intersection, something catches his eye. It's a text message conversation. He can't make out the words because she's too far away, but he does see a familiar picture of him and Chris that he uploaded to Instagram a week or so ago. 

Lily bites her lip and leans back against the headrest closing her eyes. This song always stirs up her feelings for Chris. Her and Ang are texting about her day and she told her about how she's the fun sibling. Angie didn't believe that all Seb does for fun is spend his Saturday's at Chris’s, so she sent her a recent photo of then from his Insta. She'd saved it to her phone gallery as soon as she saw it. Chris looks so good in it. He's wearing one of his tight t-shirts that leaves little to the imagination and it drives her crazy. The chorus comes on and she sings along with it, her mind picturing bluish-green eyes and a sweet smile. 

Sebastian furrows his brows and glances over at his sister. She's singing and her mind seems far away. A thought crosses his mind, but he shakes it away almost instantly. It was silly anyway. They've been best friends since she was eleven and he'd always thought she'd look to him as another older brother. There's no way Lily has romantic feelings for Chris…right? 

Tom walks back in the dining room and sets a plate down in front of Angie. It's her favorite, an omelette with American cheese, peppers, onions, and some salsa drizzled on top. He's paired it with some bacon and rye toast, and it makes her mouth water. 

"Oh, this looks amazing! How'd you know it was my favorite?" 

Tom laughs and takes a seat across from her. "I didn't. Omelets happen to be my favorite too, darling." 

The two of them eat and play the game where one person asks the other a question and then they switch. "When's your birthday?" Tom asks and looks across the table at her. She points her fork at him and swallows her bite of food. 

"Believe it or not, it's the same day as my favorite holiday. Halloween!" 

His eyes widen, "that's so cool! Mine is February ninth. I was almost a Valentine's Day baby!" 

"Alright, where were you born?" 

He takes a sip of wine, "Westminster, London. I actually have dual citizenship which is good for when I go and visit my family." 

Angie's eyes light up with wonder. "Wow! I've never been out of the country, but I've always wanted to go! I bet London is so pretty! I dreamed of seeing Big Ben and Buckingham Palace in person when I was a little girl." 

"I'll take you, love" 

Ang chokes on her wine making it nearly come out her nose. "I-I'm sorry? You'll what now?" 

Tom reaches across the table and takes her hand in his, rubbing little circles, "I'll take you to London, Ang. I go at least twice a year and I haven't been since March. My mum will be calling me any time now demanding I come back to visit soon." 

She stares at him, her jaw slack, "I… there's no way I can pay for that…" 

He chuckles and shakes his head, "don't be silly. I plan on buying your ticket and everything else while we're there anyway." 

"Tom," she whispers, "…I can't let you spend that much money on me." 

He gets up and walks around the table, crouching down to her level. "Darling, please? I really want to do this." He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to her lips, "besides...I can think of ways for you to pay me back. One's that don't involve money." 

He winks and her cheeks flush. "Okay, you can take me to London, BUT only if you promise not to go overboard on the money you spend on me! Promise me." He stands and lifts her up, spinning around in a circle, "I promise, love." 

He kisses her again, only this time with more passion. Angie wraps her legs around his waist while he carries her into his bedroom. It's very clean, a four poster bed, and it smells like him. That's all she gathers of her surroundings because the next second she's against the wall. Tom peppers kisses along her jaw, slowly moving to her neck. Angie moans and tilts her head back to grant him more access. 

"Tom," she whines, "oh, god, please!" 

He nips at the skin below her ear, "please what, love?" His clothed cock is putting delicious pressure on her clit making it hard to think, let alone breathe. "Wanna feel you… y-your - oh, my god - your fingers." 

Tom's left hand tangles in her long, dark locks, while his right slides underneath her shirt. "Well, why didn't you just say so, my darling girl?"

He lifts her red shirt over her head and tosses it somewhere behind him. His eyes darken as they roam her newly exposed skin. "Absolutely stunning…" 

His mouth leaves her skin burning hot wherever it touches and his big hands knead her breasts until her nipples are hardened peaks. "Tom! Need you...please 'm so wet…" 

"Oh, I know you do," he delves his tongue into her mouth and moves it against hers, pulling away only when he needs air. "But I happen to love hearing your sweet voice beg for me, so, what do you think we should do about this?" 

Angie whimpers and moves her hand down to slide up her skirt. Tom catches her wrist before she can touch herself, pinning her arms above her head. "I don't recall giving you permission to do that, love." 

She lets out a frustrated moan, her chest heaving as she gives him a desperate look. "Tom, please! Oh, god...please please touch me! I need it, baby. Wanna cum for you. I'll do anything! Just, please...don't leave me like this!" 

He pulls down her bra and takes one of her hard nipples between his teeth. She cries out and tries to move her hips to gain any sort of friction, but her attempts are unsuccessful. He has her pinned effortlessly, allowing her little to no movement, and it makes her dizzy with want. 

"You want these, darling?" He shows her his hand and smirks. "Want me to fuck you with my fingers until you're begging me to let you cum?" 

She nods rapidly, "Yes! Fuck...please! Need it so bad!" 

Tom is pretty sure he can cum just from watching her like this. All needy and desperate for his touch. She's so fucking beautiful, and even more so with flushed skin and hooded eyes. He can feel how wet she is through his pants and it makes his cock twitch. He moves a hand up her side and cups one of her breasts, squeezing until Angie's eyes flutter shut. He still has her hands pinned with his left, so he slides his right up her inner thigh. His touch is light, barely-there, and he bites his lip when her skin becomes covered in goosebumps. 

The closer he gets to her pussy, the faster she breathes, and when his index and middle fingers brush her wet panties he groans. "God, baby…these are soaked through. You really want my fingers that badly, hm?" 

All she can do is whimper, but he gives in anyway. Tom pushes them to the side and glides his fingers back and forth through her arousal. The noises she's making are his motivation. He knows she's still a virgin and even though he thinks she's wet enough to take two of them, he starts with one. 

Carefully, he pushes his middle finger inside of her and hums low and primal at how tight she is. "Such a good girl, Ang. All warm and snug around me. That feel good, love?" He watches as she shakes her head and licks her lips. "You want more, baby? Think you can take two?" Another nod. "Say it, precious girl. Tell me you want it." 

Angie is certain that she will die if Tom doesn't make her cum in the next five minutes. At this point she'd walk a tight rope over the Grand Canyon for this man to fuck her. "I w-want it, Tom! Fuck...I can't...I need… shit, baby...please!" 

He lets out a breathy laugh and slides his index finger through her folds a few times before pushing it in beside his other digit. 

"Oh, my god! Oh, feels so good!" 

He slowly starts to move them in and out, the sound of her wetness filling his room. "Mmm, yeah, baby? I'm glad it feels good. I can't wait to see how pretty you look when you come undone in my arms. You'll be nothing short of breathtaking, I'm sure." 

He goes a bit faster and curls them slightly, searching for the spot he knows will drive her wild. Tom knows he finds it when she suddenly cries out, her juices beginning to drip down his hand. 

"There it is, love. You sound so fucking pretty when you moan my name...makes me wanna cum just watching you like this, Ang." He pumps his fingers faster and pulls her into a kiss. Her body's shaking as she whimpers into his mouth. "Are you close, darling? I want you to cum, baby. C'mon, be my good girl and cum for me." 

Angie has never felt pleasure like this in her life. She's touched herself before, but it's never felt like this. Hell, she didn't even know that spot existed until his thick fingers began rubbing it. Now that she knows it's there and how fucking good Tom is, she's addicted. She can feel her walls begin to clench and when his thumb moves over her clit she loses it. 

"Tom! Tom! Oh, fuck, TOM! I… I… g-gonna cu-OH, FUCK!" 

She throws her head back and cries out his name over and over like a mantra, her cum thoroughly soaking his hand. Her legs are shaking so hard that she'd have collapsed if he wasn't holding her up. Once she can think somewhat straight again, she opens her eyes and bites her lip as she watches Tom put his fingers in his mouth. 

"Holy shit…" 

It's all she can say, but he seems to understand. 

"Sweetheart, you look a little restricted there." Angie gestures to his pants and bites her lip. "How about I get on my knees again, but this time you make yourself cum...while I watch…" 

Tom almost does from her words alone. He watches as she kneels in front of again, looking at him with those innocent brown eyes. 

"'M not gonna last long, love. Not with you looking up at me like that." 

He takes himself out of his slacks and puts his left hand on the wall, slowly starting to pump himself with the right. "Shit…you look so sexy when you cum, baby. Love the sounds you made while I fucked that sweet pussy - mmm, fuck - with my fingers. 

Angie drags her nails down his thighs and watches his mouth drop open. Tom's hand moves faster, twisting slightly when he slides over the flared head. She wants to taste him again, the salty, bitter tang of him becoming something she knows she'll crave. 

"That's it, sweetheart. Let me taste you again." 

Tom growls and grabs a fistful of her hair. "Open." 

Angie obeys immediately and a second or two later he throws his head back, her name falling from his lips as he spills into her mouth. 

She makes sure not to miss a drop, closing  her lips around the tip of his cock until he's too sensitive to handle it anymore. He's hunched over still, sweaty and panting, and Angie can't believe how sexy he looks like this. She rises to her feet and kisses him deeply. 

"Did so well for me, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you." 

Tom lets out a shaky breath and opens his eyes. "You're gonna be the death of me, love," He smiles lazily.

Since he's already partially undressed, Tom strips completely and throws on a t-shirt and sweats. "I don't know how long you plan to stay darling, but you can borrow some comfortable clothes if you want." 

Angie goes on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck, "actually…Jessy and I kind of already have things covered." 

He rests his hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow. "Care to elaborate?" 

She grins innocently, "well, see, Jessy also had a date tonight. Her and Chris are probably gettin' nasty just like we were, but anywho, she and I already told our parents that we were staying at the other's house." 

Tom laughs and shakes his head. "You two are something else. Alright then, I'll let you pick out something to wear, and I'll make some popcorn for us to eat while we watch a movie."

Chris is about to lose his mind from the way Jessy's begging to go down on him. Her brilliant hazel eyes stare up at him as he swallows. "Okay, sweetheart. Let me take these off." 

She scoots back and waits patiently while he takes his pants and boxers off, tossing them on the nearby chair carelessly. 

Jessy tugs on his hand until he gets down on the floor with her. Dodger has moved to Chris’s bed so they have more room to spread out. 

"Honey, why are we on the floor?" 

"'Cause I want you to lay down. I wanna be able to touch all of you." She gently pushes him until he's laying on his back. His left hand cradles her cheek as her petite body hovers over his.

"Jessica…you know you're beautiful, right?" Chris brushes her hair back gingerly and admires her lovingly. 

She casts her eyes down to his chest and draws little shapes with her fingertips. "Sweetheart, look at me." 

She hesitates, and when she does, her eyes pool with tears. "I...I've never once felt like I was even remotely pretty. Every time I look at myself in the mirror I...I feel dirty." She blinks back tears and tries to sit up, but Chris’s grip is to strong. "I-I can't...I can't wash it off." 

His heart constricts painfully at how broken she sounds. "What can't you wash off, baby?" 

She lets out a choked sob, "h-him...all the times he… when he… I-I can't make it go away…" 

Chris pulls her to his chest and turns them so she's laying on her side. "Shh. I've got you, sweet girl. He can't hurt you anymore. I won't let him. Not ever. You believe me, right?" 

Her lip quivers and she inhales sharply. "Yes, but I don't understand why you even want me…," she closes her eyes and buries her head in the crook of his neck. 

Chris holds her while she softly cries and pets her hair. "Jessy, why on Earth would you think such a thing? Why wouldn't I want you?" 

"I'm tainted…" 

Her voice is so small, almost inaudible. He wouldn't have even heard her if she wasn't this close to him. The moment the words leave her mouth he feels his heart break. He gently rolls her onto her back and props himself up on his arm. 

"Oh, honey, no. Don't you dare think that way. Look at me, baby. I need you to look at me when I tell you this." 

Jessy opens her eyes reluctantly and wipes the mascara off her cheeks. 

"Jessica, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." 

She shakes her head no, and he frowns. "Yes. You. Are," he enunciates every word and kisses her lips gently. "The moment I laid my eyes on you at the park my whole world stopped. I had no idea anyone could be so damn pretty. I've been on this planet for forty years, and I've had my fair share of relationships. Hell, I'm a widower, baby."

Jessy's eyes snap up to his and her tiny hand caresses his cheek. "Chris…" 

He silences her with another kiss. "I'm okay, sweetheart. She was sick, and as much as I wished she could stay, I didn't want her to suffer anymore." He kisses her forehead before continuing. "I'm telling you all of this because out of everyone I've ever been with, you are the only woman who's ever made me truly believe angels exist. I don't care how long it takes, but I will spend every day showing you just how beautiful you are...well, for as long as you'll let me anyway. I'll try my hardest to never hurt you."

Jessy gives him a tearful smile and kisses him hard. "Thank you." 

"You don't have to thank me for being honest, honey. Now, I know you were dead set on continuing our little escapade, but I'm pretty tired. Can you sleep over? I don't wanna let you go just yet." 

She nods and giggles, "yeah, about that, Angie and I kind of told a white lie." 

He tilts his head in confusion, "what did you girls do this time?" 

She rubs his chest and plays with the hair being mindful not to pull it. "We told our parents that we were staying at each other's houses since we both had dates tonight. She's probably suckin' face with Tom right now," she lets out a laugh and smiles up at him. 

Chris beams at her, "there's my favorite smile. Well, I'm glad Tom's gettin' some too. I swear, that man's been single the entire time I've known him." He stands and scoops her up into his arms. "Ahh! Chris! I can walk, ya know." 

"I know," he winks, "I just decided I'd rather carry you." Dodger lifts his head and shakes it back and forth, his tail wagging happily. "Hey, buddy, we gotta share the bed tonight, okay? Jessy is sleepin' over and you're gonna have to let her sleep in the middle. He yawns and curls up at the foot of the bed. "Good boy, Dodge." 

Chris lays Jessy down and climbs under the covers beside her, pulling her into his arms again. "I had a wonderful evening and I'm excited to spend the day with you tomorrow," he whispers and kisses her lips softly. 

"Me too," she snuggles closer and lays her head on his chest, his heartbeat thumping rhythmically against her temple. It only takes a few minutes before he hears her breathing even out, and he holds her a little tighter before closing his own eyes. 

"Goodnight, sweet girl."

#j snow writes #golden lines chapter five #golden lines #chris evans #chris evans fic #chris evans x ofc #chris evans smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan x ofc #sebastian stan smut #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddeston x ofc #tom hiddleston smut #real person fiction #rpf

[simons-temple-of-eros]

𝓣he 𝓢cientific 𝓜ethod  || ReaderxStanford Pines Fic

|| Chapter 1 - Terra Incognita ||

(( a/n: consider this the trial phase of this chapter, i’m still not especially happy with the latter half of this chapter and feel like it might be too short. i might end up fixing this up a bit before posting it to my Ao3...

notes for this fic: this series is going to be a bit more personalized than my usual reader x ford fics. they/them and he/him pronouns will be used a bunch, as well as other masc terms and while it won’t really apply for a while, the reader here is AFAB. usually i’d try to keep my reader fics as gender neutral as possible, but since i have to see so many reader fics tailered towards women i’d figured ‘fuck it’, here’s one for my fellow guys/nb guys!)) .｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡*∞*⍋⋆*❅｡.

You stand before the door of the apartment. It looked more like a large mansion, dark and old and covered in moss, and yet despite all this the enormous building instead filled you with a sense of curiosity.

You weren't sure if you thought of yourself as any sort of special person, as someone who was particularly 'clever' or 'bright', often too distracted by the little pieces of the world and missing the bigger picture, a lone writer in the plastic beaches, publishing stories for nobody.

Yet the invitation that arrived at your door, sealed with a rose like something out of a story book, begged to differ. Addressed to your name, it explained that the sender had read some of your writings about the world, complimenting your writing ability as well as your 'ability to see beyond what your eyes could perceive' which was a compliment you didn't hear everyday but still made you feel appreciated.

Making your way to the small Oregon town was a surreal affair, watching the scenery outside the windows of the buses and cab you had taken morph from the dry browns and oranges of the heat-stricken wastelands to the dark jewel tones and cloudy atmosphere of the woods.

Rereading the curly script of the letter, you considered the possibility that it was all a scam. Or a prank. Some Prince-of-Nigeria-esque scheme to rip-off a local writer and make them think they're going to be invited to some high caliber meeting of great minds only to rip the rug from underneath them and record their reactions for internet cred. It'd be a lot of effort for a cheap laugh, that's for sure. But as some nobody in silicon valley, you figured you had nothing to lose by checking it out.

Once you had stepped out of the cab, you were greeted by the cool, woodsy breeze which was a stark contrast to the oppressive heat of your previous home. Taking in the scent of morning dew and pine needles, you figured you could get used to this.

Then came the moment of truth. Preparing for the possibility of being laughed at and going back to the concrete hellscape you came from, you approached the dark walnut door and, taking a breath to steady your wits, gave the door a good knocking. Not just a knock, a good few gay knocks.

After a few moments, you could hear approaching footsteps from inside and the door swung open to reveal a greying man in a very showman-like suit. The kind of suit you'd expect on a magician type or similar such event, all red and black.

"Hey, you're not part of the IRS, are ya?" He had questioned in lieu of a greeting.

"Nope! The IRS are a tool of the bourgeoisie." You had answered, mostly unfazed by the strange man's question. Because hey, what was some harmless tax evasion in the grand scheme of things?

((Author's Note: I am a good citizen and always do my taxes. Remember to stay in drugs and say no to school, kids!))

"Mm, good enough for me." The man grunted in reply. He then turned towards the inside of the mansion and called out, "Hey Sixer, your nerd friend is here for your nerd sleepover!"

Your curiosity was further piqued as you heard another, less gruff voice call back, "It's not a sleepover, Stan, for the billionth time!"

In just a few moments, you were greeted by the sight of another male. He appeared to be related to the man who opened the door as they shared many similar features. However, this man's hair appeared to be fluffier, sporting a lighter grey stripe across the middle. He also seemed to have a more chiseled chin and rather than wearing a magician like suit, he sported a dark maroon turtleneck paired with some black pants and accenting the look was a long, cream colored coat.

Normally you'd wonder why he was wearing a coat when he was inside, but damn if he didn't pull it off.

"Hello there! You received my letter, I assume? My name is Stanford Pines, and the man you just talked to is my brother, Stanley Pines." He greeted enthusiastically, reaching to shake your hand. You didn't hesitate to give his hand a shy shake as you gave him your own name in turn.

"You must be freezing out there, do come in. I'd like to show you around." Pulling your jacket around your shoulders, you were all too happy to oblige, following the man into the warmth of the strange house. Little did you realize just what you were getting yourself into...

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When Stanford had first spotted his new research partner, he couldn't help but be surprised by who had arrived. The scientist had been expecting a greying, sort of stuffy academic type. What he hadn't expected was a fairly short, scruffy looking yet simultaneously soft looking androgynous individual waiting at the door.

Not to say that he was put-off by this! If anything, something about your appearance had piqued the man's curiosity. When he had discovered one of your written pieces about an eldritch god lurking within a mirror at a thrift store, he had quickly made himself familiar with the rest of your works, finding a charm in your sardonic yet passionate way of describing things. Yet, having you here, standing before him and fixing him with radiant eyes that he found himself almost getting lost in he knew he would have to get to know you on a much more... personal level.

He shook himself out of these thoughts. He couldn't be thinking this about a colleague! This meeting was supposed to be professional. Silently chastising himself, Stanford busied himself with helping you remove your coat.

"Thank you, Stanford." You had said, unaware of the man's brief internal conflict.

"Just Ford is fine." He had responded, quickly putting said coat in a nearby closet. Soon enough, the tour had began and you followed the older male as he patiently explained the rooms and their purposes.

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"Over there is the main kitchen and dining room. You're free to help yourself to food if you need anything." He gestured to said rooms, the kitchen and dining room having a sort of antique, cabin feel to it, with a few candles at the table as well as a few empty mugs.

"Or you can be like poindexter here and live on nothing but coffee for days and crash." Came a sarcastic comment from Stan which Ford ignored.

The tour went on for a little longer as the silver haired researcher showed you to different areas in the common area of the mansion. From the living room with a tv and some love seats as well as a record player with various records beside it, to the kitchen and dining hall which seemed like it was equipped to cook many a dish but was evidently pretty empty at the moment.

"Ah yes, my other colleague went out to get some groceries, she'll probably arrive back later." Ford had said in explanation as you checked the almost bare fridge.

"You two nerds would live on chocolate and coffee if I wasn't here to feed you!" Came Stan's jab from another room.

Later on, after showing you where a closet and a bathroom was, you eventually were shown the main research room. The room was warmly lit and had several wooden chairs and soft ones. There were multiple tables around, often covered with books, notes, little curiosities and empty mugs and there were plenty of shelves full of old books with covers of dark reds, browns and jewel tones with gold accents.

"Since this room is a bit far from the living room and dining room, it had the benefit of being quieter, making this a good place to focus on research." He explained, while you shyly marveled at the neat little bits of mystical looking pieces all around the place.

"Looks like you've found a lot of neat stuff." You commented. Ford chuckled in response and spoke,

"Well, they weren't easy to find. Some of them had gotten us in some dangerous situations, like that time with the mothman..." He shook himself. "I suppose we'll have time to tell stories later on, I'll show you your room now."

You two walk outside and you're shown to the room you will be calling your home for the future. On the left side from the front door and a few steps up lead you to the simple yet ornate front door, Stanford handing you some old looking golden keys and a soft expression.

"You'd probably like some time to unpack. Once you've finished you're welcome to join me for a cup of tea- I mean, If you'd be willing to that is!" You can't help a smile at the man's flustered demeanor, not realizing the way the little action only makes the butterflies in his stomach multiply.

"That'd be nice." You reply. The moment seems to go on with you and Ford waiting for each other to make some sort of move before finally the older man gives a rushed farewell and waltzes off and you take your own leave with your things into your new homeplace.

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Meanwhile, back inside, the local genius finds himself with his face in his hands, not having to see a mirror to know he was probably a good few shades of pink.

Despite all his experiences in different fields of academia, this strange effect you seemed to have on him baffled and confused the usually well versed man.

Just the sight of you smiling, the simply expression seeming to make the whole world that much warmer and brighter, was enough to make Ford feel like he needed to protect you from the worst of the world. To hold you close and never let go again.

Great Axolotl, he wasn't going to survive the week.

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#fictional other fanfiction #self shipping fic #stanford pines x reader #stanford pines x male reader #ford pines x reader #gravity falls self insert fic #male aligned reader #he/him reader #my writing #🐍 chaos theory ✨ #science husband

[seaofghouls]

Gravity Falls/Iplier AU ( Dark x Reader ) Part 3

 HELLO HELLO! Part 3!  Taglist: @a-frozen-bag-of-corn @crazy-obsessed-fangirl @lunariasilver

Episode: The Inconveniencing  Y/N was restocking the shelves as Mabel spun around on a large globe. “Mabel, do you believe in ghosts?” Dipper asked. “I believe that you’re a huge dork!” Mabel laughed.

Dipper stopped the spinning globe with his pencil with an irritated face. Mabel fell off and screamed.

“Wendy, Y/N, Soos, I’m heading out. Clean out the bathroom while I’m gone.” Stan said.

“Yes sir!” Soos said. 

“Absolutely not.” Both Y/N and Wendy said at the same time.

 “I’d fire all of you if I could.” Stan said while walking out.

“Hey guys! What’s this? A secret entrance to the roof??” Wendy said as she pulled a curtain aside revealing a ladder leading up to the roof.

“I don’t think Mr. Pines would like that..” Soos said.

Wendy waved her hand in front of Soos a few times.

“You’re freaking me out, dude!” He said. 

“Let’s go! You too, Y/N!” Wendy said. 

Y/N shrugged and climbed the ladder with agility. Wendy stared at the ladder wide-eyed. “Impressive.” She said before following after Y/N.

The twins then followed after Wendy. “This is pretty sweet.” Y/N said. 

There was a beach chair and a bucket of pinecones up on the roof. “Yeah, I may come up here, all the time, everyday.” Wendy said with a grin. 

Wendy motioned to the bucket of pinecones. “Take your hit, dudes!”

She picked up a pinecone and hit the center of the bullseye on the totem ahead of them.

Y/N grinned and picked up a pinecone. Throwing it, they scored right on the nose of the totem. The pinecone was literally pierced by the nose.

“Oh! Score!” Wendy high fived Y/N. 

“Take your shot, Dipper!” Y/N encouraged. 

Dipper picked up a pinecone and accidentally hit the car below, setting off the car alarm.

“Score! Great going, Dipper! C’mon, don’t leave me hanging!” Wendy said.

Dipper high fived Wendy before the sound of a horn came through the woods.

“Oop, that’s my ride. Later dorks!” Wendy said.

She hopped onto a pinetree and slid down to the ground.

“See ya, Wendy.” Y/N waved. 

“Bye, Wendy! Hah!” Dipper said way too enthusiastically. 

“Uh oh! I sense a romance happening! Dipper’s in love!” Mabel said. 

Y/N sighed, shaking their head. 

“Oh, cut it out. It’s not like I lay awake at night thinking about her!” Dipper said.

The next day, Y/N was just hanging out in the gift shop.

Wendy was about to leave when Dipper stopped her.

“Hey, Wendy? Do you think we could tag along this time?” Dipper asked.

“I don’t know, how old did you say you were?” Wendy asked. 

“Thirteen! We’re thirteen.” Dipper said. 

“What about you? I’ve been wondering that for a while now.” Wendy said, looking over at Y/N.

“Ah, I’m twenty six.” Y/N said. 

“Sweet. You’re an attorney, right? You’re coming with.” Wendy said.

“Ah, alright then. Just let me make a call first.” Y/N pulled their phone out of their pocket to call Dark and let him know where they were.

“Just between us three, I know that they never get out of their house. They only come here for work. They’ve never been seen in town.” Wendy whispered. 

The twins nodded.

Y/N came back over to them. 

“Alright! Let’s get going.” They said.

Walking outside, Wendy called out to the group.

“Hey dudes! This is Y/N, Dipper, and Mabel. They’re tagging along.” 

“Alright! Welcome aboard!” Nate said. 

Y/N hopped in the back with a grin. 

They heard some argument in the front before Mabel and Dipper came into the back with them. 

Their phone buzzed and they checked the notification. It was a text from Tambery. 

‘Hey. You seem cool. Let’s be friends.’ 

How did she get their number? Oh well. Wendy probably gave it to her. 

‘You too, dude, I’d like that.’ 

Looking up from their phone, they stared out the window, ignoring Dipper and Mabel’s banter. 

Eventually, the van stopped in front of an old convenience store. 

“Alright. Let’s climb over this fence.” Wendy said. 

“Who wants to go first?” She asked.

Y/N stepped forward and climbed over the tall fence with ease. The others clapped their hands at their skills. 

“Well, just don’t stand there and clap! Come on, dudes!” Y/N said. 

The others climbed over the fence with smiles on their faces. The only one left was Dipper. 

“C’mon, Dipper!” Y/N called out.

Dipper hesitated. 

“Dude! Your sister did it!” Robbie called out.

“Give me a second.” Y/N said.

They climbed back over the fence and grabbed Dipper. 

“There we go!” They grinned.

“Sweet.” Wendy said.

Robbie walked over to the door but it was locked. He couldn’t get it open.

“Let me try.” Dipper said. 

Robbie rolled his eyes. “Sure, I can’t get it, but Dipper over here is child hercules!” He said sarcastically. 

Dipper climbed up to the vent, crawled into it, and opened the door from the inside.

“Doctor Fun Times! Woo!” Nate called out.

The other people in the group agreed. 

Walking into the store, Y/N sighed. “I wonder if the power works.”

They walked around for a bit and found a generator. They started it up and the power came back on. They smiled, happy with themselves. 

“Woah, so much food! I haven’t had a lot of this in a very long time.” Y/N said. 

Only Dipper and Mabel knew how literally Y/N was when they said that. 

“Cheer up, Y/N! We have all night. Eat to your heart’s content!” Mabel said.

Y/N smiled. The rest of the night consisted of eating junk food and hanging out. 

Y/N was sitting with Wendy and Dipper up on one of the shelves. 

“Jesus, Mabel is going crazy for that Smile Dip.” Y/N said. 

Mabel was currently foaming out of the mouth. Y/N cringed. 

“You know, Dipper, you’re surprisingly mature for your age. Y/N, you’re unsurprisingly immature for your age.” Wendy said. 

Y/N laughed. “Oh, you have no idea.” 

Eating an ice cream cone, they smiled. 

A while passed and Dipper was being a bit paranoid.

“It’ll be fine, Dipper!” Y/N reassured. 

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. It’s just.. Stan isn’t picking up and I’ve been seeing some strange things.” Dipper sighed. 

“First of all, this is Gravity Falls. You shouldn’t expect something that isn’t weird. Two, do you even know who you’re talking to? Hello? We’ll be fine.” Y/N said. 

“Oh! Look at this!” Nate said. 

It was the tracings of a body. Y/N’s eyes widened. All that they could think of was Actor’s body. That horrible night. 

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Y/N mumbled. 

“Dude. I dare you to lay down in it.” Lee said. 

“Eh, I don’t know if we should do that..” Dipper said. 

“Don’t be lame.” Nate said. 

“Fine! You know what? I’ll do it.” Dipper said. 

Dipper laid down in the sketch of the body. Things started to shake like crazy. 

“Oh no.” Y/N gulped.

Mabel’s body was floating in the hair and she had blue eyes.

She laughed like crazy. She trapped Thompson, Robbie, Lee, Tambery, and Nate. 

Y/N, Dipper, and Wendy were hiding under a cabinet. 

“Can’t you do something, Y/N??” Dipper asked. 

“They’re a ghost! I don’t wanna harm Mabel, so I can’t do anything.” Y/N sighed.

“What do the ghosts want?” Dipper asked.

“I don’t know! We’ve just been doing normal teenage things!” Wendy cried.

“Wait. Repeat that again?” Dipper asked.

“Normal teenage things?” She repeated. “That’s it! Of course! They hate teenagers!” Dipper said.

He climbed out of the cabinet. 

“Dipper! What are you doing??” Y/N whisper-yelled. 

“Trust me.” He said. 

Y/N hesitated and then nodded. 

“Hey! Ghost! I’ve got something to tell you! I’m twelve! Technically not a teen!” Dipper called out.

“Oh! Why didn’t you say so?” The ghost said.

They left Mabel’s body. It was revealed that there were two of them. An old lady and an old man. 

They went on a monologue on why they hated teens. Apparently teens gave them a heart attack. 

“If you could let me and my friends go, that’d be great.” He said.

“Only if you do a dance.” The male ghost said.

“Well, I only know the lamby dance. I can’t do the dance without the costume, though, so!” Dipper said.

The ghost snapped his fingers. “Now dance!” 

Dipper now had a lamb costume on. He sighed before doing an over the top, embarrassing lamb dance.

Y/N had to cover their mouth to keep them from laughing.

The ghost laughed. “Very good! You and your friends can leave now.” The ghost said. 

He snapped his fingers and everything went back to normal.

The teenagers that were trapped were very disoriented when everything was back to normal. 

To save Dipper from a world of embarrassment, Wendy made up a story about how he beat the heck out of the ghosts. Mabel had woken up by this time, but she was really out of it. Y/N carried Mabel to the van. 

The van pulled up in front of the Mystery Shack. Y/N hopped out, helping Dipper and Mabel out as well. 

“We should do this again sometime, Wendy. You have my number, call if you need anything.” Y/N smiled. 

“You got it, sunshine.” Wendy fingergunned Y/N. 

“Sunshine? Where did that come from?” Y/N asked. 

“I dunno. I heard Dark calling you that and realized that it fits you perfectly.” Wendy grinned. 

“Alright. See you at work, then.” Y/N said, waving. 

“God, they are so cool.” Lee said as Y/N walked into the woods. 

“They sure are.” Wendy said. 

“I’m home, Dark!” Y/N said as they walked into the cabin. 

Y/N groaned as they stretched. 

Dark was sitting at the counter, reading a book. 

“So, I had a run in with a ghost.” They said. 

“Oh?” Dark said, looking up at Y/N.

“Yeah. I’m exhausted now, so I’m gonna sleep. Night, Dark.” Y/N said. 

Dark waved as they headed into their room.

Y/N smiled as they collapsed into their bed. 

Things were getting interesting.

#gravity falls #markipler egos #markiplier #mabel #dipper #wendy #darkiplier #darkiplier x reader #au #x reader

[ao3feed-billdip]

by lilac343

Oneshots because my friend asked for them.

Words: 47, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Gravity Falls

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Multi

Characters: Bill Cipher, Ford Pines, Stan Pines, Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Wendy Corduroy

Relationships: Bill Cipher/Reader, Ford Pines/Reader, Stan Pines/Reader, Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines/Reader

Additional Tags: Gay, Trans, Trans Male Character, Trans Female Character, Canon Trans Character

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #gravity falls #billdip

[soulwillower]

mustang • richie tozier

( richie tozier x reader smut)

requested: road head with richie?? his car in it chapter 2 is ... so hot    +   can we get an aged up richie tozier smut pleaseee???   +    Hii, could you do one about Richie and the reader seeing each other at the restaurant in chapter 2, both single ;), and just like old emotions coming back and the other losers banter.

warnings: swearing, smut, oral (male receiving), ROAD HEAD!!!!, teensy bit of praise, some dirty talk, flirting, i think thats rly it, i had NO IDEA what to title this lol, this progresses kinda quickly once it gets goin lol also unedited

im not too sure about how this turned out :// i may go back and edit some things

[takes place during it chapter 2]

2k words

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this is fucking insane.

that's all that's screaming in your mind and most of what you can say as you talk to mike, eddie, and bill in the back room of the jade orient, catching up with awkward small talk as faded childhood memories bubble painfully to the surface.

a gong crash makes you jump- and even before you turn around, you hear a voice. "y/n fucking y/l/n? no way." the voice says, and you can't help the grin as you whirl around to greet the man you just remembered ten minutes ago.

richie tozier, in all his glory - now, in your defense, you did kinda remember him from his special on netflix. he’d been crass and rude and funny in a way that had made you roll your eyes and at the time, you’d felt a strangely familiar sensation when he’d mentioned his nickname, “trashmouth.” 

now it made much more sense to you. 

he’s old now, of course, but he still seems basically the same - the hair, the broad shoulders and long legs, the disheveled yet-somehow-still-sexy style, and his smirk that makes your legs weak. 

"you miss me or what, asshole?" you say, a smile splitting your face as you opened your arms. he laughs, walking over to hug you tightly. hugging him gives you instant flashbacks, memories of childhood dares, blowing smoke out window screens, laughter in the middle of the derry grocery store where stan and ben worked, and shitty jokes. 

"you could say that." richie mutters.

as the others arrive and you order food and get to catching up, you take in richie's appearance even more. you can’t fucking help it - he’s somehow grown even more into his looks, and he's got the most insane charisma. he's wearing the same glasses as he used to, and when he laughs really hard he pushes them up with his middle finger. he's got a five o'clock shadow dusting his jaw and he's still as tall as ever, his voice loud as he cracks jokes that have you laughing into your vodka tonic.

after richie pulling a full mile, round-about way of joking that he married eddie's nightmare of a mom, you're all laughing as he imitates jabba the hut. you roll your eyes, hating how badly you want him after all this time. at least hes not married.

"so you single too, y/l/n?" richie asks you then, calling your attention as he grins at you. you rake your eyes over his form quickly, hoping he doesn't notice.

yes, the answer was unequivocally yes.

you hum instead. "for now." you say, lifting a flirty brow at him before sipping on your drink. he smirks into his own glass and it makes your stomach burn halfway between anticipation and desire as the others share glances. 

"almost forgot about that." ben says quietly with a smile to bev, and you shoot them a questioning look.

bev sends you a knowing smirk as she nods to richie, who's teasing eddie again and you roll your eyes. you feel like a kid again, being back with all of your friends from when you were young and getting teased every living moment for your pining after richie. 

as you all get ready to go back to the townhouse after the shocking final events at the jade, you pull your phone out to call a cab. "you didn't get a rental?" bill asks, lifting a brow. you shake your head, "no. didn't really think of it, i just kind of..." you trail off, memories flashing around your mind of late nights in high school, screaming as you lean out richie's car window with stan laughing and eddie gripping your legs.

you shake your head. everybody looks as if they're remembering the same things you are, staring at the horizon with blank, furrowed faces. richie's the first to snap out of it, "i can give you a lift, y/n." he mutters, fishing a pair of keys out of his pocket then twirling them around his finger.

eyeing richie's profile, you smirk lightly, thinking about how immediate your attraction to him has returned in just the last few hours. as you walk away from the others, you lay your gaze on a red car and you whistle. "sweet ride, is this yours?" you ask, biting your lip as you eye the mustang richie's just unlocked.

"depends on who's asking, sugar." he says with a smirk, snorting when you narrow your eyes at him. you don't think what he just said even makes sense. 

"what, so richie tozier gets all famous and can't tell me anything anymore?" you ask as you slide into the passenger seat.

"we're strangers, are we not?" he's got that fucking smirk still. the same one from childhood, except this one is much more... provocative. 

you shake your head, "i don't think strangers give each other rides home in their mustangs just out of the goodness of their heart, do they?" you say as he pulls out of the parking lot, and he grins. you clench your legs together as the streetlights light up his profile, his hair perfectly messy and his jaw line sculpted.

"depends, sugar, what're you gonna give me in return?" he asks, a glint in his eye as he glances at you. his words send shivers through your body and you stare at him with a smirk, "i'm sure i can think of something."

he hums, looking back to the road with a grin. as you watch scenery pass by you of the town you'd forgotten for twenty years, you realize he's going all the way around town towards the inn. "you going the long way for a reason?" you ask, watching as he clenches his jaw as if he's been caught.

"don't know what you're talkin' about, y/l/n." he mumbles, but there's that damn glint in his eye again as he smirks. you grin, looking out the window at the passing trees on the path into derry. "yeah, yeah. i just think you wanted to spend more time with me." you say as you look over at him. he's smirking lazily as he watches the road, one arm on the steering wheel. "maybe." he responds.

richie pulls up to a stop light and for a second, the two of you sit and stare at each other, so many unspoken words hovering in the air. 

and then, without another thought, richie's lips are hard against yours, pressing heatedly against yours and moving quickly. his hand is on your thigh, squeezing as you kiss back and making you moan into his mouth.

your hand falls onto his neck, tugging lightly on his curly strands as you kiss him, tasting scotch and cigarettes and freedom. you've waited too long, you realize - you spent your entire childhood staring after the boy with the tropical shirts and the big glasses, and now you're here with him, grown up and free to do what you want.

and he's kissing you.

just as his tongue wins dominance over yours, a loud honk makes you jump apart and you realize the light's turned green. "fuck." he says quietly, stepping on the gas pedal and racing off down the otherwise empty road. you look at each other and he smiles sheepishly, "fuck, y/n, you're so hot." he says quickly, and you laugh lightly, feeling flattered.

you lean back over the console as he drives so you're next to his ear, hand sliding down his chest slowly. "you're not too bad yourself, tozier." you say lowly, kissing his jaw. he turns and kisses you heatedly, taking your breath away quickly as he turns back to the road with a smirk.

unable to bear the tension, and feeling really desperate, you start to kiss his neck. "richie, i need you." you whine quietly and you feel him swallow harshly. "shit, doll." is all he says, his hand falling to grip your thigh possessively. 

you keep going, your hand sliding down until you’re gripping his hard cock through his jeans and teasing your palm over it, sucking a mark into his neck which makes him groan. 

"you got a deathwish, babe?" he says lowly as you nip at the skin under his jaw, your hand palming him teasingly. he's already hard and you smirk against his skin. "relax, all you have to do is drive." you say as you undo your seatbelt, twisting so you can palm him better. he spreads his legs slightly as he readjusts, letting out a quiet "fuck, yeah." as you undo his jeans. 

"you're a dream, y/n." he says tightly, like he's clenching his jaw.

his knuckles are white as he clutches the wheel, eyes darting between the road and you as you slowly pull his hard cock out of his underwear and pump him slowly. your eyes widen as you take in his size, not expecting him to be as big as he is. 

you slowly dart your tongue out, swiping along the tip and collecting the precum as it beads over. "shit." richie hisses as you flatten your tongue along the bottom of his cock, teasing him a bit before slowly taking him into your mouth.

the groan he lets out as you take him as far as you can is sinful, his head hitting back against the headrest as he struggles to keep his eyes on the road. bobbing your head, you hollow your cheeks and relish in the feeling of richie's cock in your throat, stretching you out and making you moan around him. 

"you feel so good baby." he hisses, his hand moving from your thigh up to grip the wheel while he lays on the gas before falling to the back of your head, carding through your hair. you want to roll your eyes at how much he's talking, but you expected just about that from the trashmouth. "fuck."

you can't believe you're here, in derry again, sucking off famous comedian and - as you remembered a few hours ago -  your former childhood crush, richie tozier, in his car.

you see lights out of the corner of your eye and you feel the car come to a stop, and you realize you’re stopped at a light. you can hear another car engine either next to yours or behind yours and you clench your thighs at the thought of someone seeing. “fuck, y/n. god, takin’ my cock perfectly.” he mutters, watching you bob your head, and despite the lewd act you’re doing, you turn bright red at the praise. 

as the light turns green he’s stepping on the gas again and you pull off of him to take a few breaths, pumping as much as you can with your hand as he moans lightly. you see you're nearing the town house, so you take him back into your mouth and try to relax, breathing through your nose as his cock twitches in the back of your throat and you gag.

you bob your head after that, your tongue flat against his cock as he pulls into the parking lot.

you feel him put the car into park and then he moans lowly, bucking his hips up and you choke a bit as he slides further in your mouth and stretches your throat. "fuckin' hell, toots." he mutters, hands falling to your hair as he guides your mouth up and down on his cock. your mind reels back slightly at richie's words and you remember all the times you watched him show up to school with hickies littering his neck, all the hours you spent pining after this gangly asshole, and you hollow your mouth.

"god, i'm gonna cum. y/n. fuck," richie mutters and you eagerly swallow around him, moving slightly so you're on your knees on your seat, the new angle making him toss his head back against the headrest. one of his hands travels the expanse of your back, tracing down your spine as you move harder, helping him chase his high. he kneads your ass lightly, which makes you keen forward and take him deep, gagging as you force your throat to relax.

 "good, just like that." he says quietly, breathy moans escaping his throat as he bucks his hips and you gag, eyes tearing up.

and then he's hitting his high, cumming in your mouth with a groan of your name, his hand squeezing your ass as the other holds your head down on his cock. you moan a bit as you swallow, pulling off him slowly as he pants, smirking down at you. 

"well shit, if i'm getting that for driving you home, i'll be your personal chauffeur." he insists. you smack him lightly on the arm as you wipe your mouth, catching your breath.

it gets silent then, as if you're both realizing what just happened and how quickly it escalated.

he lets out a breath as he stares at you, eyes hooded. you bite your swollen lip as you watch him, gauging his reaction. "do you want to... come up to my room?" he says breathlessly, looking blissed out. 

you bite your lip as he lifts a brow and you nod. "yes, i really do." you say as the two of you scramble out of his car, minds distracted from the danger ahead and only thinking about making it up to his room.

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[totallysharkycomplete]

Flirting is Easy (Stan Pines x Reader)

“You’re, kidding right? That’s hilarious.” Stan watched across the gift shop. You rang up a random guy’s item and placed them in a bag like always, laughing at a something stupid the tourist had said. The random man’s chest swelled with pride after making a cute girl like you laugh. You handed him his items reminding him of the no return policy. He kindly thanked you and called you babe making Stan grimace. As soon as the man had his back to you, your customer service had dropped and was replaced by a scowl. Stan didn’t get why you always acted like that when men flirted with you. After the last customer left he decided to ask.

“Why’re you always so nice to creeps that hit on you here?” He leaned against the wall a few feet away from you behind the counter. “I don’t really have a choice.” You confessed while straightening up your workstation. “Whaddya mean?” Stan quirked an eyebrow. “Male egos are so sensitive, I saw the wrong thing to the wrong guy and who knows how they’d react.” You offered him a sad kind of smile, looking up at him from under your lashes. “It can’t be that bad right?” He shrugged his shoulders. The smile fell from your face. “Stan you were grumpy for a whole day because I told you I didn’t like your haircut before.” He only grumbles something in reply. “Listen,” you sigh. “I’ll show you, next guy to hit on me hard I’ll politely decline and see what happens. You’ll have to be in the gift shop tho because I don’t trust men.” Stan agrees. A few days later you notice a young man around your age, maybe a few years older, eyeing you while he pretends to look around the gift shop. Your eyes meet Stans, you nod your head motioning at him. Stan looks from you to him back at you and nods his head in understandment. Sure enough a few minutes later he’s the last one in the gift shop beside you and Stan. He approaches the register with empty hands. “Good afternoon sir!” You beamed your normal friendly customer service persona. “Can I help you find anything?” “Hey, beautiful.” He leaned one arm onto the counter. “Couldn’t help but notice the weirdest thing about this place is how someone with your looks works here. Was wondering what time you got off?” Stan could see your smile waver for a second. “I’m sorry, but I’m not comfortable telling you that.” Your voice stayed calm and polite. Stan on the other hand started to get mad. “Don’t be like that, babe. How about you give me your number?” He winked and Stan felt his blood boil. “I’m sorry,” again you apologized. “I’m not interested.” Stan watched as the man’s smooth demeanor changed in an instant. The stranger's smile fell into an angry scowl. “Don’t be a bitch, just give me your number.” Stan had seen enough and approached the situation. He stands at his full height with a stern look on his face. “Is there a problem here?” He asks like he hadn’t seen everything that just happened. “No problem, just talking.” The man snapped in reply. Stan looked from the man to you. Your face was red, a little from anger and some from embarrassment. “Is he bothering you?” Stan addressed you this time. “Yes, I’d feel more comfortable if he left.” You didn’t look at either of them but instead looked at the floor. Stan glares at the man. “What ever, I’m not interested in ugly sluts anyways.” He huffed as he quickly made his way towards the door. The man grabbed a snowglobe and threw it in your direction. Before Stan could react he man was out the door, the snowglobe grazed your cheek before falling to the floor and shattering. Stan ran for the door but when he got there the man was speeding off in his car. When Stan returned to you, you had stooped down and were picking up the glass shards, dropping them into the trash bin by your side. He could see your face was red and your lip quivered. A small cut bled on your cheek from where the souvenir had hit you. He offered you his hand to help you up. You took his hand and stood up in silence. After a moment of silence Stan spoke. “I’m sorry I doubted you, kid.” He confessed, rubbing the back of his neck. You sniffed and wiped a tear away. Stan was unsure what to do. He had never seen you upset before, let alone cry. “But now you get it right? Why I’m always so nice back? Because I just never know.” You wiped at stray tears as you talked. Slowly he pulled you into a hug, giving you time to pull away if you wanted. You let him hold you as you rest your head against his chest. Tears continued to fall from your eyes. “I just don’t get why they have to be like that.” You confided in him. He pulled back to look you in the eyes. “No one has any right treating you like that, sweetheart.” His heart fluttered when he saw you smile. The name had made your heart flutter unbeknownst to him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” ---------- The next day you were back to your regular bubbly self. Kind and mindful of how you talked to each customer. Stan watched across the store after the last tour ended of the day. He had told you any time you felt uncomfortable with a customer just to call him over and he’d take care of it. Sure enough some loser started chatting you up with a long line of people behind him waiting to check out. Stan watched as you said something with a smile before calling him over. “Mr.Pines?” You called in an angelic voice that did something to him, he wasn’t sure what though. He quickly made his way over to you. “How’s it going, folks?” He addressed the crowd of people with a smile and then turned to you. “What seems to be the problem?” He eyes the boy at the counter suspiciously. “I just can’t remember how to ring this up.” You giggled and went to place the souvenir in his hand, a snow globe. Stan noticed how you object quivered in your shaking palm. “Sorry about that.” Stan gave you an understanding smile. “Don’t worry about it,” he took the object from you. “I’ll finish ringing these folks up, can you go take care of the mess in the break room please?” Slowly you nodded unsure what he ment. You were the only one to use ‘the break room’ which was just a table on the other side of the employees only door. Still you made your way to the table and sat down with a sigh. You had guessed Stan just wanted you away from the guy with what happened last time. As the murmurs of the shop quieted you heard the bell on the door ring one last time. “Remember, we put the fun in no refund!” He shouts. Not long after that Stan enters the room with two Pitt Colas. He places one in front of you and sits down with the other across from you. You thank him before opening it and taking a sip. He does the same. Looking over at him you can tell he looks lost in thought. You have to say his name twice before he looks up at you. “Thank you,” you say again. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Got plenty more cola where that came from.” He lets out an undignified burp causing you to laugh. He smiles. “No, Stan. I mean thank you for helping me with that guy.” You wrap both your hands around your cool drink, unsure where to place them while you talk. He murmurs something about it not being a big deal. There is a bout of silence before Stan breaks it. “Listen,” he runs a hand down his face. “I was thinking, after what happened yesterday…” He looks at your confused face and sighs. “Do you want to keep working here? I mean, if you gotta deal with creepy guys like that everyday, do you wanna stay here?” Your confused face turns into a sad one. “Are you firing me?” Stan doesn't miss how your lower lip sticks out with a pout. “No! I mean,” he coughs “No. I mean your a great employee kid, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t want you to deal with creeps every day just for this job” Your finger gently touches the bandaid on your face covering you cut. “I really like this job. Guys would be like that anywhere I work. I mean, they say I’m cute and bother me here they will work anywhere I work.” Your pout stays on your face. “Plus you’ll take care of the really creepy ones for me right?” You offer a sad smile. “Right,” Stan agrees with a grin. “So you’ll stay?” “Absolutely.” You tilted your head to the side with a giggle, tucking a peice of hair behind your ear. ---------- Another day, another dollar. Stan watches as more schmucks look over the nicknacks in the gift shop, before his eyes land on you. You’re engaged in conversation with an older man at the counter. He had salt and pepper hair, strong arms, and a built frame. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who usually bothered you. Stan watched as you giggled and blushed at something the man said, before looking at him back from under your lashes. Your eyes briefly caught Stans before flicking back to the man. You made no move to call him over. Stan watched as you finished ringin up his transaction and handed him his items. The man's hand lingered on yours and you giggled again. Stan watched in confusement. You and the man continued to talk until the next customer came up. The man said his goodbye and began to walk away, but not before offering you a wink. Stan definitely saw how you smiled and bit your lower lip before addressing the next customer. When the shop had cleared Stan locked the door before coming over to you. You had started counting the till. “Anybody give you a hard time today?” He inquires. “No one too bad, thank you.” Your eyes didn’t leave the money. “That uh, older guy seemed to be chatting up quite a storm with you.” He comments, your hands still on the money before looking up at Stan with red cheeks. “Uh, yeah, he sure did.” You go back to counting the money with almost a shit eating grin. “Wait, you’re telling me that was mutual flirting?” He gwacks. You stop counting again and shrug your shoulders looking at him. “Are you going to fire me for flirting with a customer?” Stans jaw almost hits the floor. “Are you kidding me? Man was old enough to be your father?” You say something under your breath that Stan can’t quite hear. “What was that?” “I said yeah, that’s kind of the point.” You stammer, eyes locked onto the floor. Stan can only stare. Did you really just say that? He stands there frozen while you finish counting the day’s earnings. Having completely zoned out you have to touch his arm to get his attention. “You’re not having a stroke are you?” You honestly ask. He gives you a smile and lifts his hand over his head. “Can’t get rid of me that easy,” he almost calls you sweet cheeks but decides against it. You hand him the money and close the draw of the till and start to grab your things. He’s flipping through the earnings with a grin as you make your way to the door. You stop on the other side of the counter deciding to address the awkwardness. “I hope you don’t think differently of me now.” He looks at you confused. “Just cause I’m into, uh, older men.” You quietly say. Oh he definitely thinks differently of you now, but not in a bad way. His grin is as wide as can be, as he taps the money into the front of his suit pocket. “We’ve all got our kinks, kid. Don’t even worry about it.” You blush and think about asking him what his is before deciding that wouldn’t be appropriate. “Uh, right. Goodnight.” ---------- The next few weeks Stan couldn’t help but noticed the way you flirted with the more older clientele the shop brought in. Most men were at least ten years younger than he was, had fit bodies, and strong arms. He noticed the way you’d tilt your head when you giggled and tuck hair behind your ears, the way you’d bite your lower lip and look at them through your lashes. He noticed how you’d let their hand touch yours without pulling away. He noticed how he’d feel a twang of jealousy every time you did, but he kept telling himself he didn’t have the right to be. “The earnings from today sir.” You gave him a cheesy salute before passing him the money across the register. “Yeah, yeah, at ease or whatever.” He took the money from you, your hands briefly touching before he pulled away. He made a joke about how good you did today getting people to buy more garbage than normal. You giggled and tilted your head to the side, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He must have just been imagining that thought. “It’s not all garbage. The bobble heads are cute.” You looked up at him through your lashes and he could have sworn he saw you bit your lower lip for a second. “Yeah, they’re cute cause they look like me.” He joked, making you laugh again. You got your stuff and wished him goodnight. ---------- It was a slow day, you were sat eating your lunch in ‘break room’ while Stan adjusted his hat in the mirror. You watched as he smoothed his hand over the front of his jacket, resting on his stomach. You couldn’t help but wonder how it felt to run your hands along him like that. He inhaled and sucked in causing the little pouch to disappear. When he exhaled it reappeared and he sighed. “You could get a girdle.” You comment. He turns to you not having realised you were watching. “A what?” “It’s old fashioned but it holds in your belly. Not that you should feel you need to, but it’s a thought if you’d feel better. I think your belly is cute though.” You freeze when you realise you said that last part aloud. His mouth grinned ear to ear. “You think so?” You checked the time and started to clear up your lunch. Standing up but not looking at him you replied. “Uh, yeah, You’ve got a total dad bod.” You cursed at yourself for digging a deeper grave. He began to make his way towards you. “A dad bod, huh?” He repeats with a chuckle. “Haven’t heard that before.” He was right next to you now as you zipped up your lunch bag. “It’s a compliment, promise.” You looked up at him through your lashes without thinking. His chest was right at your shoulder The two of you stood in silence. “And you’re… into dad bods?” He sneered. You were busted. Turning to face him you put up a defensive manner. “Listen, you know I’m into older men, and your physique is… alluring.” You wanted to slap yourself over your word choices, you can’t be saying stuff like this to your boss. “Alluring, huh? You’re not too bad yourself kid.” His words made you look away. You were back to your recurring trend of standing in silence with him when your watch beeped. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and reached for your lunch bag. “My breaks over,” you almost whispered. When you went to walk away Stan grabbed your wrist and stopped you. “Wait.” You turned to look at him, only a step away. His cheeks were red and he was looking off to the side. He cleared his throat. “Listen. If I’m reading this the wrong way you can forget this ever happened, hell you could even quit if you want to. But the way you flirt with those men, and the way you talk to me is kinda like one in the same.” Definitely busted. “I really like working here. I don’t want to quit. I’m sorry I can stop, I just thought maybe you felt… But I won’t do it anymore.” He moved his hand from your wrist to your cheek and you stopped talking. He took a step closer. “You’ve got it all wrong, sugar.” You breath in at the nickname, almost a gasp, and bit your lower lip in contemplation. Seeing that Stan can’t hold himself back anymore, he leans in and places a gentle kiss on your lips, making sure to give you space if you wanted to pull away, but you don't. You lean into the kiss and place your hands on his chest. A chuckle reverberates through him as you kiss him back eagerly. “Was I that obvious?” You pout after pulling back from the kiss. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist this.” He motions to his whole body and laughs, tilting you head to the side. He takes the opportunity to plant kisses from your jaw down your neck. You let out a little gasp and grab onto his jacket, helping you stay upright when he made your knees weak. The chime of the door in the gift shop and the murmur of voice stops him. “Duty calls.” He plants one more to your lips and you give him a disappointed look. You both start to make your way to the shop when he says with a smirk, “since you took an extra long break I’ll need to to stay later.” You laugh but agree, unsure of what he has planned.

#gravity falls #stan pines #stan pines x reader #stan pines/reader #age difference

[mercedesvince]

MASTERLIST

!DISCLAIMER!

Only Series/Fandoms i’ve written for will appear here, if you’d like to see what other series/fandoms I write for and request one, check out the request rules here

SOUTH PARK

Crayons & Coloring Books (Kenny Mccormick x M. Reader)

Just Watch Over Him? (Kenny McCormick x M. Reader)

Main 4 x M. Reader (fashion scenario) (separate)

Kenny McCormick, Wendy Testaburger, Bebe Stevens, & Stan Marsh x Prank Loving GN. Reader (separate)

SCOTT PILGRIM VS. THE WORLD

Take Out (Kim Pine x Shy, Autistic M. Reader)

4 Months (Kim Pine x Autistic M. Reader)

Please (Scott Pilgrim x Deaf M. Reader)

IT (2017)

Arcade (Losers Club x M. Reader)

MIXED FANDOMS MALE. READER

Wendy Testaburger, Kim Pine, Ramona Flowers, & Knives Chow x Clumsy M. Reader (separate)

#south park x male reader #south park #south park x reader #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim vs the world x male reader #x male reader #x gn reader

[krreader]

BTS scenario → becoming insecure because of how famous you are become as an idol.

pairing: bts x idol!reader fandom: bts warnings: / genre: fluff ; angst

a/n: hope you like it angel!!!

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kim seokjin

Jin never typed his own name into Twitter, but somehow it had become an obsession of his to type in yours.

And see, there was almost no hate, only people loving you unconditionally.

There were soft stans and then there were..

“GIRL! DID YOU SEE (Y/N)'S THIGHS IN THAT FUCKING OUTFIT? LIKE???? I THINK I JUST CAME.”

Jin looked up from his phone and watched you change into your pajamas, his eyes now on your thighs.

“Hmm.. usually when you stare at my legs you want sex, but I doubt that's what's on your mind right now,” you cocked your head to the side as you crawled into bed with him, “So what is it? Did I gain weight?”

“Even if you did, it wouldn't matter. You'd still look amazing, Jagi,” he let out a sigh and leaned back, “People.. look at your body and express their opinions on what they want to do with you quite.. openly.”

“What does it matter?” you cupped his face and straddled him, gently kissing him, “The only person I do these things with is you, Jin. And it's always going to stay that way.”

Ultimately he let out another sigh and then smiled, “They're right though. Your thighs looked amazing in that last outfit of yours.”

“And now? How do they look now?” you licked your lips and wiggled your eyebrows, beginning to giggle when Jin wrapped his arms around you and turned you around so that you were lying beneath him.

min yoongi

“That fan of yours.. what's his name?”

“What fan?” you asked, toothbrush still in your mouth, “I have a lot, you know?”

Yeah, he knew and while that did make him proud, it also made him extremely jealous that so many people desired to be with you when he was your boyfriend.

“The one that gave you that bracelet at your last fansign.”

“Oh, you mean Hajun?”

“Yeah,” he leaned against the door frame and waited until you were done with brushing your teeth before he held out the bracelet, “It says how much he loves you.”

“Cute, isn't it?”

“No, (Y/N). It's not,” Yoongi shook his head, “You're wearing jewelry another man gave you.”

“He's a fan, Yoongi. It's not that deep.”

“I don't like it, okay?” he followed you back into the bedroom when you walked away, “You're my girlfriend and sometimes.. sometimes I'm afraid you're forgetting that with all the fans you have.”

He was often jealous but seldom insecure. So you immediately took this conversation serious and turned around to look at him, “I could never forget it. And.. if you're really that uncomfortable with me wearing it, I won't,” you grabbed it out of his hand and put it away into one of your jewelry boxes, “Here. I'll just leave it in there okay.”

“Thank you,” he cleared his voice and then went to bed, immediately trying to put that 'I don't care' face of his on again.

You just smiled and followed him into bed, whispering: “I love you,” into his ear before he could fall asleep, though.

jung hoseok

“Looks like we'll see each other a lot when we're in the US, (Y/N),” Namjoon said happily, “I'm glad the US audience loves you so much.”

It was true, your fame had risen drastically over in the US, equally as much in Korea. You got invited to a lot of award shows and talk shows at the same time as BTS. So you were bound to run into them every once in a while.

Which you loved, because that meant you and Hoseok wouldn't have to go without each other for months.

However, he wasn't nearly as excited as you were.

“Why aren't you happy for me?” you asked later that night, “It's like.. it's like everyone is excited that I gained so much fame but you. And you're my boyfriend.”

“It's..- not like that,” he let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping, “You always tell me how much you love touring and being in the US. I guess.. I guess I'm just scared that one of these days you'll realize that the US audience is better than the Korean one and stay there..”

“What?” you furrowed your eyebrows, “I'd never do that, Hoseok.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because there is something for me to come back to Korea for,” you cupped his face, “I'd never leave you, I told you that before and I'm telling you again. You're stuck with me, Jung Hoseok, I'm sorry.”

There was nothing you had to be sorry for. He loved hearing you say all this.

kim namjoon

“So tell us, (Y/N),” the MC of the show asked, “I'm sure with your level of fame that you've achieved you have a lot of men pining for you, right?”

Namjoon shifted in his seat on the couch as the interviewer asked the question, but your charismatic self replied: “Why just men, though? Why are you limiting it?”

Everyone laughed and somehow you had once again managed to avoid the upcoming topic of: 'Are you dating someone'.

A question that you were asked a little too often nowadays.

“I just wish we could tell them all, you know?” Namjoon said that night, his fingers brushing up and down your arm, “So they would stop asking you that question..”

“I know it makes you uncomfortable. I hate it too,” you put your chin on his chest to look at him, “But know that every time they do, I'm thinking that I'm dating the most amazing man on this planet.”

Namjoon smiled a little and kissed your forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Joonie.”

park jimin

You arrived right after BTS at the red carpet and while you and them were waiting for the person before you to finish their interview, it seemed as if your fans decided to do a screaming match of who could be louder.

And it was clear that your fans were winning.

Jimin watched you giggle, but he wasn't nearly as happy as you were.

And later that night he told you why: “I'm just scared there's going to be some sort of.. competition between us now. I don't want that to happen.”

“There won't be. Because I will always support you first, no matter what. You're always my priority.”

Jimin smiled a little and kissed your cheek, “And you're mine. Forever.”

kim taehyung

Taehyung loved and supported you the most, he was your boyfriend, of course he did.

And it's not that he was jealous when you went on that stage to receive an award. He was the first to get up and clap, wishing he could go to you and kiss you and let everyone know just how proud he was that you were his.

But he could hear the male screams and even when you wanted to start your acceptance speech, they did not stop.

You chuckled into the microphone and said: “I love you so much, thank you..-”

And the screams only got louder.

That's when Taehyung lowered his head and turned to look at Jimin next to him who looked sympathetically at him.

Taehyung's mood stayed like that even when the award show was over and they were at the after party.

And you wouldn't be his girlfriend if you didn't notice.

“Tell me,” you said with a sigh, gently brushing your hands over his cheeks, “What is it?”

“They scream when they see you and tell you how much they love you and..- none of them know that you're with me.”

You pulled him closer so he could bury his face in the crock of your neck, your hands now running through his hair, “I know how much you hate this, but it doesn't matter that they don't know, Tae. We know. We're happy. And even though I love my fans..-” you leaned back again and now smiled at him, “The only one I am in love with is you.”

The corner of his mouth curled into a smile and his forehead fell against yours, “Thank you.”

jeon jeongguk

“And what if one of them asks you to marry you one day?!” Jeongguk screamed.

It was unusual for you two to fight like this, but it somehow had escalated into a screaming match.

“Then I'll smile and thank him and tell him the standard line of: maybe one day. Just like you always do,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “Why is it that I never complain when your fans do that, but you get so overly jealous that you scream at me for my fans!”

“I'm not jealous, I'm just..-” Jeongguk sat down on the bed and brushed his hands over his face, “I'm just worried.”

“But about what?” you knelt down in front of him, your hands on his knees, “I assure you, you don't have..-”

“Your fans become more and more handsome. And you gain more and more every day. What if you one day encounter one that's more handsome than me and more charming and..-”

“Jeon Jeongguk,” you sighed and made him look at you by grabbing his chin, “Have a little faith in me, will you? I love you for more than your looks or your charming personality. That's not why I'm with you. So I won't suddenly break up with you, because our relationship is steady enough to last for.. well.. forever in my opinion.”

He just became more and more insecure with the amount of fans you now had.. but he had to learn how to deal with this, just like you had to adjust at the beginning.

#bts imagine #bts reactions #bts x reader #bts #bangtan #bangtan reaction #bangtan boys #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #bangtan sonyeondan #reader #bangtan x reader #bangtan boys x reader #requests

[adamstnheights]

uh oh time for questioning my sexuality and identity again

i started thinking about this a few months ago when applying it to kpop; basically that although i stan a bunch of kpop boys, in my mind i dont actually desire to date any of them despite the fact that that could never happen anyways given the celebrity circumstances, etc. basically just like i admire them lots but if say, i could have any wish come true, i wouldn’t wish for that to happen because i just don’t.. feel that desire. and the same goes for other male celebrities i admire, like uhhhh t/aron e/gerton and j/ake g/yllenhaal and even r/oger t/aylor but its honestly so confusing because i embarrassingly read x reader fanfiction of male celebrities and characters and they have the ability to make me blush or give me butterflies but like genuinely i dont think i actually desire any of that to happen. perhaps to an extent, but i’ve realized that its really just the pining stage of things that i enjoy and the actual physical touch and affection is what scares me off. but then i try to think about it with women, and although im like yeah i feel more comfortable thinking about doing those things with women, i still wouldnt say i have an obvious desire to do those things with women as opposed to men; like there’s no obvious thing in my brain being like yes definitely you are into girls and it makes me scared that im just faking liking girls but i mean i dont think i am but it feels so weird when i dont even know how to love, like how can i be so sure if i want to love a woman if i dont even know what thats like bc my only relationship with girl was so toxic and destructive and since its the only experience i can draw from i get the same anxiety about physical touch that i do with men, so then im like well what if its just the same thing? i really dont know and im honestly going to drive myself insane because this eats away at me like every night and im nowhere close to figuring out more about myself because im too scared to put myself out there to even do some like trial and error or exploration so ill just be alone i guess

#personal #dont rb

[viralhottopics]

Kids’ Choice Awards 2017: The Complete Winners List!

The kids have spoken — and it’s not just about John Cena getting slimed!!

The 2017 Kids’ Choice Awards took place Saturday night, and some stars walked away as fan favorites.

In case you missed any of the awards, we’ve got the complete winners list right here.

Ch-ch-check it out (below)!

Favorite Kids’ Show

Game Shakers Girl Meets World Henry Danger (Winner) Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn The Thundermans

Favorite Family Show

Big Bang Theory Black-ish Fuller House (Winner) Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Supergirl The Flash

Favorite Reality Show

America’s Funniest Home Videos America’s Got Talent (Winner) American Ninja Warrior Paradise Run Shark Tank The Voice

Favorite Cartoon

ALVINNN!!! and The Chipmunks SpongeBob SquarePants (Winner) Teen Titans Go! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles The Amazing World of Gumball The Loud House

Favorite Male TV Star

Benjamin Flores Jr. (Triple G, Game Shakers) Aidan Gallagher (Nicky, Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn) Jack Griffo (Max, The Thundermans) Jace Norman (Henry, Henry Danger) (Winner) Casey Simpson (Ricky, Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn) Tyrel Jackson Williams (Leo, Lab Rats)

Favorite Female TV Star

Zendaya (K.C., K.C. Undercover) (Winner) Rowan Blanchard (Riley, Girl Meets World) Dove Cameron (Liv and Maddie, Liv and Maddie) Lizzy Greene (Dawn, Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn) Kira Kosarin (Phoebe, The Thundermans) Breanna Yde (Tomika, School of Rock)

Favorite Movie

Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice Captain America: Civil War Ghostbusters (Winner) Pete’s Dragon Rogue One: A Star Wars Story Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows

Favorite Movie Actor

Ben Affleck (Batman, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice) Will Arnett (Vernon, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows) Henry Cavill (Superman, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice) Robert Downey Jr. (Iron Man, Captain America: Civil War) Chris Evans (Captain America, Captain America: Civil War) Chris Hemsworth (Kevin, Ghostbusters) (Winner)

Favorite Movie Actress

Amy Adams (Lois, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice) Megan Fox (April, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows) Scarlett Johansson (Black Widow, Captain America: Civil War) Felicity Jones (Jyn, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story) Melissa McCarthy (Abby, Ghostbusters) (Winner) Kristen Wiig (Erin, Ghostbusters)

Favorie Animated Movie

Finding Dory (Winner) Moana Sing The Secret Life of Pets Trolls Zootopia

Favorite Voice From An Animated Movie

Ellen DeGeneres (Dory, Finding Dory) (Winner) Kevin Hart (Snowball, The Secret Life of Pets) Dwayne Johnson (Maui, Moana) Anna Kendrick (Poppy, Trolls) Justin Timberlake (Branch, Trolls) Reese Witherspoon (Rosita, Sing)

Favorite Villain

Helena Bonham Carter (The Red Queen, Alice Through the Looking Glass) Idris Elba (Krall, Star Trek Beyond) Will Ferrell (Mugatu, Zoolander 2) Kevin Hart (Snowball, The Secret Life of Pets) (Winner) Charlize Theron (Ravenna, The Huntsman: Winter’s War) Spencer Wilding (Darth Vader, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story)

Favorite Butt-Kicker

Ben Affleck (Batman, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice) Henry Cavill (Superman, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice) Chris Evans (Captain America, Captain America: Civil War) (Winner) Chris Hemsworth (The Huntsman, The Huntsman: Winter’s War) Scarlett Johansson (Black Widow, Captain America: Civil War) Felicity Jones (Jyn, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story) Jennifer Lawrence (Mystique, X-Men: Apocalypse) Zoe Saldana (Lieutenant Uhura, Star Trek Beyond)

BFFs (Best Friends Forever)

Ruby Barnhill & Mark Rylance (Sophie/BFG, The BFG) Kevin Hart & Dwayne Johnson (Bob/Calvin, Central Intelligence) (Winner) Kevin Hart & Ice Cube (Ben/James, Ride Along 2) Chris Pine & Zachary Quinto (Captain Kirk/Spock, Star Trek Beyond) Neel Sethi & Bill Murray (Mowgli/ Baloo, Jungle Book) Ben Stiller & Owen Wilson (Derek/Hansel, Zoolander 2)

Favorite Frenemies

Ben Affleck & Henry Cavill (Batman/Superman, Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice) Chris Evans & Robert Downey Jr. (Captain America/Iron Man, Captain America: Civil War) Ginnifer Goodwin & Jason Bateman (Judy/Nick, Zootopia) (Winner) Dwayne Johnson & Auli’I Cravalho (Moana/Maui, Moana) Anna Kendrick & Justin Timberlake (Poppy/Branch, Trolls) Charlize Theron & Emily Blunt (Ravenna/Freya, The Huntsman: Winter’s War)

Most Wanted Pet

Baloo from The Jungle Book (Bill Murray) Dory from Finding Dory (Ellen DeGeneres) Po from Kung Fu Panda 3 (Jack Black) Red from The Angry Birds Movie (Jason Sudeikis) Rosita from Sing (Reese Witherspoon) Snowball from The Secret Life of Pets (Kevin Hart) (Winner)

#Squad

Finding Dory Ellen DeGeneres, Albert Brooks, Kaitlin Olson, Hayden Rolence, Willem Dafoe, Ed O’Neill, Ty Burrell, Eugene Levy (Winner)

Captain America: Civil War – Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Don Cheadle, Jeremy Renner, Chadwick Boseman Ghostbusters Melissa McCarthy, Kristen Wiig, Kate McKinnon, Leslie Jones Rogue One: A Star Wars Story Felicity Jones, Forest Whitaker, Diego Luna, Ben Mendelsohn, Alan Tudyk, Donnie Yen, Riz Ahmed, Mads Mikkelsen Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows Noel Fisher, Jeremy Howard, Pete Ploszek, Alan Ritchson X-Men: Apocalypse James McAvoy, Michael Fassbender, Jennifer Lawrence, Nicholas Hoult, Evan Peters, Tye Sheridan, Ben Hardy, Kodi Smit-McPhee, Sophie Turner, Alexandra Shipp, Olivia Munn

Favorite Music Group

The Chainsmokers Fifth Harmony (Winner) Maroon 5 OneRepublic Pentatonix Twenty One Pilots

Favorite Male Singer

Drake Justin Bieber Bruno Mars Shawn Mendes (Winner) Justin Timberlake The Weeknd

Favorite Female Singer

Adele Beyonc Ariana Grande Selena Gomez (Winner) Rihanna Meghan Trainor

Favorite Song

“24K Magic” Bruno Mars “Can’t Stop the Feeling!” Justin Timberlake “Heathens” Twenty One Pilots “Send My Love (To Your New Lover)” Adele “Side to Side” Ariana Grande ft. Nicki Minaj “Work From Home” Fifth Harmony ft. Ty Dolla $ign (Winner)

Favorite New Artist

Kelsea Ballerini The Chainsmokers Daya Lukas Graham Solange Rae Sremmurd Hailee Steinfeld Twenty One Pilots (Winner)

Favorite Music Video

“24K Magic” Bruno Mars “Can’t Stop the Feeling!” Justin Timberlake “Formation” Beyonc “Juju on That Beat” Zay Hilfigerrr and Zayion McCall (Winner) “Me Too” Meghan Trainor “Stressed Out” Twenty One Pilots

Favorite DJ/EDM Artist

Martin Garrix Calvin Harris (Winner) Major Lazer Skrillex DJ Snake Zedd

Favorite Soundtrack

Hamilton Me Before You Moana Sing Suicide Squad (Winner) Trolls

Favorite Viral Music Artist

Tiffany Alvord Matty B Carson Lueders Johnny Orlando Jacob Sartorius JoJo Siwa (Winner)

Favorite Global Music Star

5 Seconds of Summer (Australia/New Zealand) BIGBANG (Asia) Bruno Mars (North America) Little Mix (UK) (Winner) Shakira (South America) Zara Larsson (Europe)

Favorite Video Game

Just Dance 2017 (Winner) Lego Marvel’s Avengers Lego Star Wars: The Force Awakens Minecraft: Story Mode Paper Mario: Color Splash Pokmon Moon

So fun!!!

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