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hannibals-favourite-meal · 5 months

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.⋆｡A Big Night In｡⋆.

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

The one where Dickie and Dove finally have a night to themselves

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fluff, mom!reader, embarrassment, sort of breeding kink?

WC: 1.8k

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“Now, if she gets fussy, she really likes the koala with the missing ear. She literally can’t sleep without it.” Dick was panicking, that much was plain to see and Bruce couldn't help but smile. It was moments like this, where his boy was filled with anxiety about something so normal as leaving his 6 month old baby with her grandparents overnight, that made his heart ache in the best way.

“Chum, I know how to take care of Alice, I think the 20 page binder you gave each of us on her needs helps.” He glared at his father, arms tightening around his baby as she sat on his narrow hips, happily playing with the buttons on his shirt.

“Oh leave him alone.” His mother scolded, giving her husband a light slap on his arm. “Don't pretend you weren't even more upset when you had to leave Dick alone for the first time. I seem to remember you calling me every ten minutes to get updates on how he was doing.” A light pink flush spread across Bruce's cheeks at the memory.

Grumbling, his eyes dropped to the floor like a petulant child. “It wasn't every ten minutes.” Dick shot his mother a grateful smile before turning his attention to Alice who didn't seem to share her father's level of anxiety.

It was a big day, her first sleepover without her parents. It would have happened sooner, in fact the first attempt had been when she was three months old. You and Dick needed some 'alone time' and your in-laws had been more than happy to extend their babysitting services. But an hour before they would come to pick her up, you and Dick had a breakdown and cancelled, instead spending the night curled up together in bed, Alice between you.

But, you couldn't put it off any longer. Alice needed to be socialised with other people and you needed to get laid.

So after a tearful goodbye, Dick drove her to Gotham, insisting on a little daddy-daughter bonding time before she was handed over to her grandparents.

“She likes thunderstorm sounds when she goes to sleep. And if she's still fussy, there's some frozen milk in the cooler bag.” Said bag was handed over to the awaiting hands of her grandfather, along with a Wonder Woman themed duffle-bag that held everything else she could possibly need.

“Ba.” Alice spat out, chubby arm pointing to her grandmother. Dick knew he had to get this over with, like pulling off a bandaid.

He pressed a long kiss to the patch of dark hair on the top of her head, inhaling that baby smell she hadn't yet grown out of. “You’ll be good for nana and pops won't you?” She cooed, eyes still locked on the older woman. He sighed, pecking her soft skin a couple more times before she slipped from his arms and placed safely in his mother's.

“Everything will be fine, I promise baby bird. You two have fun tonight.” Dick was quickly shooed out of the manor but not without a vague threat to Bruce to keep her safe, which he brushed off with his usual nonchalance.

By the time he had returned to his apartment in Blüdhaven, his mood had improved, especially with the text he received from you telling him to come straight to the bedroom when he got home.

“Dove?” He called into the darkened apartment, slipping off his shoes as he stumbled forward. A trail of clothes, haphazardly thrown on the hardwood guided him forward. There was a dim glow coming from the room just off of the kitchen, the smell of vanilla like a siren's call.

“Come on Dickie, we have a lot to make up for and not a lot of time to do it.” Your voice called out to him.

Dick groaned and palmed his already throbbing cock- it had been a long time, too long. “You're playing a dangerous game, Dove.” His voice thick with arousal as he called back to you.

His own clothes quickly joined yours, leaving him in just his boxers as he stepped into the bedroom where all the air was knocked from his lungs.

Your perfect, soft, naked body was completely on display for him as you lounged on the bed.

Your skin glowed in the soft orange light of the room and for a moment, Dick thought that there was no way you were real and that you were his.

“Holy fuck.” He watched with wide eyes as your legs fell open, revealing paradise to him, your fingers already tracing over your clit. “Leave it!” He suddenly shouted, now furiously tugging at his boxers. “That's all mine baby!”

Your giggles quickly turned into moans as your husband's strong body forced you further into the mattress and his lips met yours in a truly desperate kiss. Your nails dug into his muscular back making his hips buck into yours.

“Well, what are you gonna do about it daddy?” You cooed into his mouth, your left hand travelling down his front deliberately slow.

He caught your hand before you could reach his cock and with a dangerous gleam in his eye, he responded. “How about baby number 2?”

The cold metal of his wedding ring against your heated thigh sent a shiver up your spine, making his smirk grow as your nipples pebbled beneath his gaze. His fingers inched towards your centre, quickly gathering the arousal that had smeared onto your skin.

“God, you get even sexier by the day.” You gasped as he finally touched where you needed him the most, both easing and adding more fuel to your lust. His own patience was quickly wearing thin so your husband wasted no time in sliding two thick fingers inside you.

“Dick!” You threw your head back with a moan of his name.

“That's it, that's my pretty dove.” With his other hand planted by your head, Dick watched his fingers pump in and out of you, his skin now shinny with your wetness. “You're so fucking wet dove, must be aching for me.”

Your only response was to tighten around his fingers, your orgasm dangerously close. “Please please.” You begged.

“Do you want to cum on my fingers or my cock?” Dick breathed into your ear but the way that he was pressed so tightly against you, you could feel his thick cock throbbing against your thigh, the decision was already made for you.

“Want you inside, wanna feel your cock again.” His body sagged against you as he groaned from deep in his chest.

“Fuck, you can't say stuff like that- gonna make me cum before we even get to the good part.”

“Then you better fuck me already Grayson.” But the bite of your words was softened by the moan he forced from you as he ripped his fingers from your aching cunt and replaced them with the fat head of his cock.

“If you insist.” The first thrust was always deliciously painful as he stretched you out, making you feel every inch of his perfect length until he was nestled against your cervix and his balls pressed tightly to your ass.

Your groans mingled together in a beautiful lewd symphony, filling the bedroom like music. “So fucking tight.” Dick moaned through clenched teeth. “Need to fuck you more.”

“Yes.” You hissed both in response to your husband and because at that moment, his hips twitched causing his cock to brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you.

“My poor girl, been neglecting my perfect wife. Gonna make it up to you, make you sit on my face till you beg me to stop.” His first thrusts were tentative, almost shy just like the first time you fell into bed with him but as you began to relax beneath him, he switched it up.

He knocked the moans from your lungs as he jackhammered into you, his own desperate need for release blinding him to everything else. “Never gonna let you feel empty again, I'll make sure you're always full of me one way or another.”

You sobbed with a particularly brutal thrust to your cervix and you dragged your nails down his back, leaving bright red marks. “Yes!” You cried.

“Fuck, your pussy is so fucking warm and tight, need to cum.”

“Inside, need it inside.” Your ankles locked around his hips. Your stomach began to pull tight just as Dick's thrusts began to waver.

“C'mon dove, cum for me- please.” And you shattered below him, melting into a puddle of ecstasy as your husband filled you with his cum, prolonging your orgasm.

Your left hand tangled in his dark hair and tugged his lips into yours. Your breath mingled as you both came down from your highs but Dick remained inside you, neither of you keen on having this end just yet.

“I love you.” You whispered to him and your husband smiled against your lips.

“I love you.” He replied with a gentle peck. “Soooooo, round 2?”

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“Dick's late.” Bruce's eyes once again flicked to the grandfather clock in the corner of the living room and then to the entryway but once again, there was no indication that his son had arrived.

Looking up from the floor where she had been playing with their granddaughter, his wife rolled her eyes. “Bruce, we've just given them their first uninterrupted date night in months, of course they're gonna be late. And hopefully they spent the night productively.” She said this last part almost to herself as she turned back to Alice who suddenly believed her right foot to be the most delicious thing ever.

Bruce raised an eyebrow at his wife. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing!” She sing-songed. “Oh look! They're here!”

And sure enough, Dick and a limping you walked through the door, not looking as well-rested as Bruce assumed you would be but both of you had big smiles on your faces.

“My girl!” Of course Dick immediately dove for his daughter, sending her into peels of laughter at seeing her father trip over his own feet in his hurry to get to her. You instead approached your father-in-law, greeting him with a warm hug and kiss to the cheek.

“Thank you for watching her, I hope she didn't give you too much trouble.” Bruce waved you off.

“She was an angel, like always. I thought you and Dick were going to get some rest, you look like you haven't slept a wink.” Dick snorted but immediately stopped when both you and his mother shot him a look.

You cleared your throat and with a look of embarrassment, you avoided Bruce's eyes. “We lost track of time and didn't get to bed until late.” You were content to leave it there but apparently, your husband had other ideas.

“Alice, what do you think about having a baby brother?” You and your mother-in-law sighed heavily as Bruce went pale, the realisation finally dawning on him.

“Oh-oh god. I think I need a drink.”

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iamasimperyk · 3 months

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Lonely (Part 2) -Rafe Cameron

Warnings: Psychopath!Rafe, Dark!Rafe, Angst, Fluff, Crying, Possessive Behaviour, Not proof-read, English is not my first language

Summary: Since you are dating Rafe now he became possessive, but you didn‘t notice. All you care about are your friends.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Part 1

After your friends caught you with Rafe at the beach, you haven’t heard from them. You were aware of the fact that they hated Rafe, because of everything they went through.

They couldn’t understand what you possibly saw in him. Why would you be so close to someone as cruel as Rafe Cameron?

“Thinking about your ‘friends’ again?” Rafe asked, sitting down next to you on his bed.

You let out a sigh, "They are my friends, Rafe. They're just shocked we were so close."

“Well, thanks to them we are now even closer.” He gave you one of his cocky smirks.

“I just hope one day they accept us together and everything goes back to normal.” You mumbled, fiddling with your finger.

“Who needs them anyway, I am the only one you need.” He kissed your temple.

Ever since you two started dating a few weeks ago, Rafe had been possesive of you. He wanted you next to him all the time and always got a little upset when you started to talk about the Pogues. You never noticed though, for you he was just caring and sweet.

“I have something for you,” Rafe told you, reaching into the drawer of his nightstand.

“You know that I hate it when you spend money on me. I like you for you, not the fancy gifts.” You shook your head a little.

He took out the small box and handed it to you, “And you know that I don’t care what you say about me giving you gifts.”

You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. You knew that Rafe would never stop buying you expansive stuff.

After you opened the box your eyes widen a little. Inside was a beautiful golden bracelet, with a charm. A charm with the letter ‘R’.

“It’s so pretty. Thank your, Rafe.” You gave him a quick kiss before you held it out for him to but it on your wrist.

“You look so pretty with my first letter on you.” He mumbled.

At his statement you laughed a little, you thought it was funny, but in reality it was the psychopath inside of him who was speaking.

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“I will be back in a few hours. You will survive, Rafe.” You giggled as he held you tight to his chest.

You told him you wanted to go to the cut to buy some stuff. Stuff you could only get there.

“Let me come with you, princess.” He mumbled into your hair, but you shook your head, “You have an important call in a few minutes.”

“I can just cancel it and then we-“ Rafe started but you were quick to interrupt him, “You talk about this call since last week. I know how important it is for you.”

He knew you were right, but how could he let his precious girl go alone to the cut.

His thoughts were interrupted when his phone rang, “I will see you in a bit. Good luck with the deal.”

You kissed him goodbye and quickly left, not giving him a chance to say anything back.

What Rafe didn’t know, you wanted to talk to your friends on the cut.

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“Please just let me explain it.” You begged, tears running down your cheeks.

“Explain what? That you betrayed us and are now fucking with the enemy?” JJ hissed, taking a swing of his beer.

You quickly shook your head, “It was never my intention to start a thing with Rafe. Every one of you started dating and I was always alone. Rafe just happened to be there one night and we started talking.”

“Look, Y/n, it’s not our place to tell you who you can and can’t be with. We were all just a little shocked that it was Rafe you chose.” John B told you in a calm way.

“He changed. He isn’t anything like you guys think he is. I know what he did was awful but he is a different person now.” You tried to explain.

“My brother? He’s a psychopath Y/n. He tried to kill me. He tried to kill you. He tried to kill all of us.” Sarah spoke up in disbelief.

“She’s right. I bet it’s just another one of his plans. Fucking the shy, little Pogue to get information.” JJ spat.

“JJ, calm down,” Kie hit his head.

“No Kie, she chose her side. I mean look at her, all the expensive shit she wears. She went full Kook with her little boyfriends and we? Yeah, we lost everything, the gold, the cross and one of our best friends.” Sadness clearly visible in JJ’s voice.

“I miss you, guys,” You told them weakly.

“We miss you too, Y/n/n, it’s just hard to accept the fact that you are now dating the enemy.” Pope sighed.

“Nothing has to change, I am still the same Y/n I always was and I always will be. Please don’t hate me.“ You said desperately.

They looked at each other for a while before John B finally spoke up, “How could we ever hate you.”

He stood up and hugged you, the others followed quickly. Even JJ stood up and came to you, “Don’t let this piece of shit control you.”

“JJ,” You rolled your eyes, but smiled a little, a few tears still running down your cheeks, “I promise.”

Finally everything was good again.

But what none of you knew, Rafe never picked up the phone but followed you. He wanted to make sure nothing happened to you but when he saw you with your friends, he felt nothing but anger.

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ijustreallylovethem · 5 months

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christmas delays

luca fantilli x reader

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luca groaned, landing face first on the couch as you closed the front door. you sighed at the sight, shrugging off your coat and slipping off your shoes. luca hadn’t done either of those things upon entering, just dropped both of your bags and belly flopped.

“lu…” you made your way over to him, kneeling next to the couch and gently rubbing his back. he had been facing the other way but after a moment he turned so he was looking at you. tears lined his eyes and you could tell he was trying to stop them from spilling over.

“this is all my fault,” he choked out. you were quick to shake your head.

“no it’s not. don’t think that at all.”

“it is! i was the one who wanted to go to that show, which is why we had to book the later flight. we would already be back at my house if it wasn’t for me.” a tear fell down his cheek.

“luca, you couldn’t have known this would happen,” you tried to comfort him. you hated that he was putting all of this on himself.

he had wanted to do something romantic, so he bought tickets for the two of you to go see a live version of a christmas story at a local theatre. it was a popular show, and only one night had tickets left by the time he bought them, which was the night you had originally planned to fly out of michigan and back to canada. when he surprised you with the tickets, he reassured you that he had changed the plane tickets and you would be on a flight the day after the play. unfortunately, from the time that your original flight took off, to the time you showed up at the airport for your new flight, a heavy winter storm had popped up near the airport you’d be landing at. no one knew how long it would last, and after three delays, all flights were eventually cancelled.

the wait at the airport had been rough. you were both antsy, ready to get back to the fantilli household but instead stuck in a terminal with numerous other angry people. when the second delay was announced, luca called adam. adam was flying in around the same time, and was facing the same problem trying to fly out of ohio. it hurt you to hear the boy talking to his brother, knowing he missed him and couldn’t wait to see him in person. but the longer you both sat in the uncomfortable airport seats, the more your hope started to dwindle. a third delay was announced, and luca started to pace. when they informed everyone the flight was cancelled, you wish you hadn’t been looking for luca’s reaction, because it hurt your heart. your boyfriend looked absolutely crushed at the news, realizing he wouldn’t be going home to see his family for the holiday like he had been looking forward to.

you had already checked your bags, so you had to retrieve them before leaving the airport. you waited for a moment, listening to the employee explain that everyone would be refunded and where to go to pick up checked luggage. you followed her instructions, walking hand in hand with luca toward the baggage claim. you passed a bathroom, and you tugged luca’s hand.

“i’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick. you go ahead and i’ll meet you in a minute.” he just nodded, too upset at the day’s events for much else. you watched for a moment as he sulked away, and then you pulled your phone from your pocket. a moment later, you were holding it up to your ear, listening to it ring.

“hello?”

“has your flight been cancelled yet?”

“no, not… fuck. yeah, it has,” adam informed you.

“ours too. luca’s absolutely devastated. i don’t remember the last time i’ve seen him like this.”

“shit. okay, uh, let me call him once i get back to my car and-“

“i was thinking you could come up and surprise him.” the line was silent for a moment so you took that as your cue to keep talking. “he’s bummed he isn’t gonna see your family but that doesn’t have to be true. it’s not snowing here at all so if the roads near you aren’t bad-“

“no, they’re not,” adam informed you. “i gotta get my bag but then i’m on my way.” you nearly cried at how easy it was to convince the boy.

“don’t tell him. i’ll try to keep him busy for the next three hours but i was thinking it could be a surprise when you show up.”

“sounds great. i’m gonna go so i can get on the road but i’ll let you know when i’m coming into town okay?”

“perfect. thank you so much, adam.”

“of course. he’s my brother. and i’m sure i miss him just as much as he misses me.” you smiled and nodded, even though adam couldn’t see you. “i’ll see you soon.”

“see you, bye.” you ended the call, letting out a deep breath of relief before heading off to find luca at baggage claim. keeping your sad attitude was hard with the amount of excitement coursing through your body, but you managed to keep the act up enough. luca didn’t suspect a thing.

“i texted adam.” you hummed at the information luca told you when you approached. “his flight was cancelled too so at least i wont be the only one that’s not with everybody at home.” you gave him a sympathetic smile, nodding your head.

“that’s a little better, i guess.” you walked in silence back to the car, loading your bags back in, and climbing in to start the drive home. it was silent for the entire half hour, the only sounds being the heat coming out of the vents and the music playing lowly through the speakers. it gave you plenty of time to think of ways to distract luca, though. by the time you got back home, adam would still be about two and a half hours away, even longer depending on traffic. but you couldn’t be too obvious about keeping luca off his phone, or he would know something is up.

“you wanna take a nap?” you suggested now. “we can turn on a movie and maybe by the time we wake up, we’ll be feeling a little better about all of this.” luca sniffled.

“i don’t think i’ll feel better but that’s fine.” you lifted your hand from his back, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“luca. this is not your fault,” you reiterated. he was looking right at you when you said it, so you could tell he still didn’t believe you.

“can we watch home alone?” you raised a brow at the request. the movie wasn’t one he had ever asked to watch before. “that’s how i’m feeling right now, but like, backwards.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes slightly.

“how about we watch something that isn’t related so we can get our minds off of it, yeah?” you turned around, grabbing the remote off the coffee table and turning on the tv. your back was now rested against the bottom of the couch as you clicked on the disney icon. a moment later, as the app loaded on the screen, luca’s arm wrapped around your shoulders. he pulled you back slightly, just enough for you to know that he wanted you to join him on the couch.

“lay with me?” he whispered, afraid you hadn’t understood his gesture. you stood, placing the remote on the cushion.

“pick a movie, i’m gonna go grab a blanket.” you made your way down the hall, pulling the big fluffy blanket off of his bed. when you returned, he was scrolling through all of the christmas options. when he heard you coming back, he got up on his knees, giving you the space to lay down under him before he settled against your chest. he pushed play on the good luck charlie christmas movie, then made himself completely comfortable against you as the opening credits rolled.

it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, a few stray tears still staining his cheeks. you gently wiped them away, pouting slightly at the sight of him. your heart hurt for the boy, knowing he was stressed and blaming himself, despite the storm being totally out of his control. but then you thought about his reaction when adam arrived in a few hours, and a small smile found your lips.

you hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep until the doorbell ringing woke you up. luca was still dead weight on top of you, but his brows furrowed when the bell rang again.

“someone get it,” he mumbled, pushing his head further into your chest.

“we’re the only ones here. you gotta get up.” he huffed, but pulled himself off of you, running a hand over his face and muttering as he walked to the door. you had just enough time to grab your phone and start a video before luca opened the door. he went still for a moment, then rubbed his eyes, as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing.

“you gonna move out of the way so i can come in or-“ adam was cut off by luca surging forward and pulling him into a hug. you could hear adam laughing and you ended the video as you stood from the couch.

“what are you doing here?” luca asked, pulling away enough to analyze his brother and make sure it was actually him. adam nodded toward you as you approached the pair.

“y/n called.” luca looked at you with wide eyes.

“you asked him to come?” you shrugged.

“you can’t be home but you can still be with family.” luca closed the distance between you, hugging you tight and swaying back and forth slightly.

“thank you,” he whispered, then pressed a kiss to your forehead. you heard the door close and looked over to see adam finally inside, taking off his coat and shoes. you glanced over to your luggage, which was still sitting just inside the door where luca had dropped it earlier.

“i’m gonna go unpack and let you two catch up,” you informed them, grabbing the handle of your suitcase. “call your mom, let her know you’re together.” you made your way down the hall to luca’s room with a smile, already hearing the two boys talking excitedly behind you. so you wouldn’t be in canada for christmas, but you would still be somewhere you could call home.

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irkimatsu · 1 month

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Husk needs all the love. So maybe fem!reader and Husk have been dating for awhile and even though he loves the affection and attention she gives him, he's still a little hesitant because of past experiences with relationships. But then she tells him "I love you" for the first time ❤️

Good/bad news, depending on your perspective - I went for an angsty hurt/comfort route on this one. I love Husk so much, I just want to take care of him...

Reader is questioning their relationship with Husk, Husk comes home injured one night, care is given and feelings are exchanged. Husk is a mess but he wants to be better, even if he thinks it's hopeless. Sex is mentioned, but over all SFW. About 2k words.

You and Husk have been together for about six months… you think. It depends on how you define “together”.

In some ways, he dotes on you. He loves giving you gifts, whether those gifts are physical items that immediately made him think of you, or songs he writes and performs just for you. He often takes you out for dinner, shows, and dancing, and has a great memory for the types of meals and shows you enjoy. Even the physical intimacy is incredible. He may not be one for public displays of physical affection, but behind closed doors he’s such an adoring partner. He told you from the start that for him, sex should be an experience shared by all parties involved, not just something that one side gives while the other takes, and oh, the way he shows it! Whether cuddling, making out, or having sex, Husk never leaves you wanting, and always makes sure you’re comfortable before it’s time for you to go to sleep or part ways. When you think about how attentive he is, you feel like you couldn’t ask for a more perfect partner.

But when it comes to emotional matters, it’s like dating a brick wall.

You spend so much time with him, and yet you barely know a damn thing about him. Sure, he’s shared some pieces of his past, like his dreams of being an internationally renowned performer that he crushed beneath the weight of his own vices and weaknesses. But in the present day, if he has any emotions besides “drunk”, you’re not aware of them. Sure, he seems happy when he gets to spend time with you, but he actively refuses to say so out loud.

“I like spending time with ya, but that’s all this is. We both know I’m gonna fuck this up eventually. Let’s just enjoy this while it lasts.”

He didn’t even seem upset when he told you that he knew his time with you would be limited before he hurt you. To him, it was simply an inevitable fact of nature.

You’ve tried so hard to break down his walls and offer him some much needed affection. He does genuinely seem to love it when you cuddle him and compliment him. He brightens at how well you remember what little he’s told you about himself, from his favorite songs and movies to the exact way he loves having his back massaged. And even though he refuses to admit to any of it, you can tell when he ends a night even more agitated than usual. He may tell you not to bother when you offer to keep him company after he closes the bar down, but he’ll accept it after some pressing, and you know he appreciates the attention from the way he starts clinging to you and purring.

But if you actually try to ask him exactly what has him agitated, he’ll refuse to answer. Maybe he’ll bitch about Alastor, but he’s never been clear about what his relationship with the Radio Demon is, and he won’t offer any other clues about anything that bothers him.

You once tried to tell him you loved him. He snapped at you not to say that shit before the phrase had fully left your mouth.

“What did I tell you about not getting too close to me?!”

It’s not like you don’t see where he’s coming from when he calls himself a fuckup. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him sober, and you’ve tucked his barely-coherent self into bed on numerous occasions. He’s had to cancel dates last-minute because he gambled away your concert tickets, and he often disappears in the middle of the night and refuses to say where he’s been. Sometimes you have a guess when the next morning involves a date cancellation, but other times all you can tell is that his nightly adventure has set him so on edge that he won’t leave his room or accept your company.

Why won’t he tell you anything? Why won’t he let you care about him? For all his talk about how people need to be honest and open about their feelings, he sure as hell isn’t saying shit about his own.

It’s the middle of the night, and you can’t sleep. You’d initially hoped for Husk to ease you to sleep with a hug and a lullaby, but he’s not answering his bedroom door. You didn’t find him in the lobby, either, so at this point you figure he’s either passed out drunk or out gambling again. It’s not the answer you want when you’re looking for your partner, but you’re still trying to be patient and accept that he has inner demons you’re nowhere near equipped to fight for him.

Patience. A man like Husk needs patience. But how much more patience can you have when he won’t even let you try?

You’ve given up on trying to sleep for now, and are instead lounging on the lobby couch and reading a book, not truly absorbing the words on the page as your mind wanders to thoughts about the relationship you’ve found yourself in.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts and your book as the front door to the hotel creaks open, followed by a familiar voice quietly cursing. Husk limps through the door, which is your first of many clues that something is terribly wrong.

He’s hunched over even more than usual, and he swears or hisses through his teeth every time he puts pressure on his right leg. It takes him a second to get moving again after every step. He’s clutching his left arm, and both of his wings are drooping and slightly crumpled.

“Husk?!” you shout as you spring up from the couch and run to him, all doubts about your relationship flung completely from your mind. “What happened?!”

He seems surprised to see you at first, but he swallows down any visible emotions as quickly as he can. “I’m fine,” he grumbles as he limps past you. “Just tired. Long night.”

“Of course you’re not fine! Come on, lean on me.” You grab his good arm and pull it away, and are horrified to see the bloodstained fur surrounding a nasty gash in his arm. “Husk!”

“I’m fine…” he repeats, even while breathing heavily through the pain.

“I’ll get you cleaned up. You’re not going upstairs alone.” You sling his good arm around your shoulder, and you slowly walk him up to his hotel room.

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He keeps insisting he’s fine, but he’s not physically fighting your attempts at taking care of him. You’re not sure if it’s because he really does want your affection or because he’s too tired and in too much pain to protest, but either way, you’re glad he hasn’t chased you out of the room yet. You’re not a medical expert by any means, but he does seem soothed by the warm, wet rags you’ve wrapped around the wounds on his arm and his leg. For now, he’s laying on his back with his head in your lap and letting you gently stroke his head.

“What happened?” you ask.

He responds with a hollow laugh. “Told you I’m a fuckup,” is all he has to offer.

“Who did this to you?” you continue. “Why?”

“Does it matter?” he asks. “You don’t need to get involved in this shit.”

“I just want to help…”

“Yeah? How are you gonna help? You know a secret to getting me out of a million different debts with the fucking mob?”

Well, that’s more information than he’s offered before. “You’re in debt?”

“Ugh… didn’t mean to say that…”

“Husk… please talk to me. You’re always letting me talk to you when something’s bothering me…”

“This is way bigger than you can handle, doll. It’s been going on for years before this hotel even existed.”

“I still want to know… I want to know what’s going on with the person I lo- the person I care about.”

Husk groans, either in exasperation or pain. “You better not do anything stupid with what I’m about to tell you. I haven’t been able to save myself for years. Like hell you’ll be able to do anything about it.”

“At least let me hear you out,” you insist.

“All right… I’m in debt, like I said. It’s hard not to be when you’re a fucking gambling addict. There’s debts I’ve owed since back when I was an Overlord.”

“You were an Overlord?” This part is news to you.

“...I’ll tell you about that later,” is how he closes that subject. “I’ve been going out trying to win my way out of those debts, but more often than not, gambling just puts you further in the hole. The group I played with last night are an especially ruthless bunch. I got desperate enough to try to cheat my way into a win… and I got caught.”

“And then they…”

Husk scoffs. “Yeah. They weren’t happy. Probably would have killed me if they had any angelic weapons on ‘em. They still fucked me up pretty badly. I’m not as strong as I used to be, and even if I was, ten-on-one ain’t great odds. Would have been worse if I didn’t somehow manage to crawl out of there.” He sighs. “I’ll be fine. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten roughed up over a bad hand of poker. I was just able to hide it from you until now.”

“I wish you would have told me,” you say. “I could have taken care of you…”

“Why are you so desperate to take care of a fuckup like me?” he asks. “It’s not the first time I’ve gotten myself into some deep shit, and it’s not going to be the last. This is what you’re signing up for by insisting on hanging around me. What are you getting out of this?”

“You’re not a fuckup, Husk. You’re a performer, a dreamer, an artist… you’re attentive, patient, caring… you’re my best friend. You have issues, but who doesn’t, especially down here? But I know who you are underneath it all, and it’s more than worth it.”

He doesn’t seem to believe you, but he doesn’t say anything about it either way. He simply falls silent and closes his eyes as you stroke his hair.

“Husk?” you say after about a minute.

“Mm?”

“...I love you, Husk.” It’s out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. You don’t care how he reacts to it; it needs to be said.

“Even when I’m like this?” he asks.

“Especially when you’re like this,” you assure him. “Especially when you need it most.”

“I’m not gonna get better. Is this really what you want to be stuck with?”

“Who says you won’t?” you ask. “There’s nothing stopping you from trying, right? And you know I’m here to help you, if there’s anything I can do…” You gently stroke at the tuft of fur on his chest, lightly pulling out the tangles.

“...I don’t want to hurt you,” he finally says. “I never wanted to hurt anyone who loved me. But I couldn’t fix myself for them… what if I can’t fix myself for you?”

“It’s enough for me if you try. You have me, you have Angel, you have Charlie… you’ll get through this. It’s not too late.”

“You really believe in Charlie’s mission, huh…”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think it was possible.”

He relaxes in silence for a few minutes as you continue to stroke his chest.

“...I wanna go to sleep,” he finally says.

“Of course.” You help move him up to his pillows, going slowly and carefully to not aggravate his wounds any more than you have to. Once you have him in position, you go into the bathroom to get some clean rags, then return to change the makeshift bandages you’ve made for him.

“Do you want me to leave you alone tonight?” you ask as you tuck the rag around his leg.

He doesn’t even need a second to think about it. “No. I want you to stay.”

“Then I’ll stay.” Once you’re sure he’s comfortable, you join him on the other side of the bed. He groans in pain, but still moves to wrap an arm around you and pull you close. His wings don’t blanket you like they sometimes do, but you know it’s for the best if he doesn’t move them right now. You pull him in against your chest, finally feeling ready to fall asleep.

“Hey…” he says quietly just before you drift off.

“...I love you, too.”

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urrockstar-xe · 6 months

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never enough - j.m x fem!reader

posted nov 2nd, 2023 12:16 am

hey, sorry i ghosted, I'm not doing to hot but here's something, I'm trying a little November challenge where i try and cope with life things where i write an imagine/blurb inspired by something that happened during my day, here's an argument i had with my mommy in a jj fic lol this isn't my best work but i hope u like it :3

this includes wording stating that the reader's hair is a texture that is easy to play with and the use of y/n and probably inaccurate JJ but i needed his comfort sue me

summary: How do you deal with having to have the very same (or at least very similar) conversations with your loved ones that involve what you're currently going through? Because that's the exact problem you’ve been having with JJ. angst to fluff??? kinda? hurt/comfort? idk

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“You never do anything to show that you love me, JJ! You throw your arm around my shoulder and call it a fucking day”

Eventually what once was calm and civil and even mature conversations turn into screaming matches.

“I don’t know what else you fucking want from me, Y/n!” JJ’s voice bounced off the walls of the chateau which was luckily empty due to the small fire in the back.

“JJ, I expressed what I needed, I used my words and my actions to show and tell you exactly what I needed and you still couldn’t do me one small favor? I just wanted you to run your fingers through my hair a few times is that so fucking hard?” Your own voice was wavering in volume, sometimes louder and sometimes quiet, defeated even.

“I listen when you vent, I do better when we have a problem, I even fucking cancel my plans to spend time with you, nothing I do is ever fucking enough for you!” and there it was, the words slipping out of your dear boyfriend’s mouth before he could even think about it, the words that thrown in your face so very often, the words that made you question everything about yourself

He was trying, he was listening and he was being incredibly patient and understanding with you.

The look of regret from his words alone was enough to realize that.

Until that gross feeling of pride came onto you, possessing your entire being with the rage you’ve had building inside of you for months.

“Fuck you, JJ. fuck you, because I got upset with you and when I tried to walk away and blow off steam you got pissed and bitchy and didn’t fucking let me, and then when I explained my issue to you, you gave me a fucking attitude.” Your words were fast now, spewing out like a soda when you shake it too hard.

“I needed you! And I told you that! Just like you asked me to! How am I supposed to properly communicate with you when you tell me one thing and then turn around and do the fucking opposite!” it was less of a question and more of an accusation but at this point, it was hard to care.

You had tried responsibly talking to him, getting to a better place with him, but it wasn’t getting anywhere. Your relationship with JJ getting heavier on your shoulders and piling what smelt like loads of shit onto what you’ve already been struggling with.

“Y/n, baby-” JJ started but you were already out the door, feeling the guilt from ignoring him as you walked away yet still ignoring his calls even as your friends called out at the sight of you leaving what was supposed to be a night of freedom for the pogues.

When the next day came around the avoiding calls started, when JJ and Y/n got into a fight it caused tension in the entire friend group. There's a reason “pogues don’t date pogues” is such a big rule for you and your friends.

It wasn’t a rift it was just a fear, a fear of losing everything you all had,

all that you guys had.

But you couldn’t deal with the confrontation today, so you turned off your ringer and went about your day as normal, morning routine, work, go home, homework.

5 pm rolled around and you thought that maybe they had given up (feeding your delusional anxieties and fears at no fault of the pogues but still)

Then there was the knock on your door, and then another after you ignored the first,

This pattern repeated until eventually, you sighed, getting up from your bed to go down the hall and answer who you knew was your impatient boyfriend at the door.

“Hey, beautiful!” JJ’s voice was quiet as if he was astonished at the fact that you actually opened the door. The array of flowers sat loosely in his hands before he watched you look down at them and back up at him, wordlessly.

“Oh! This is for you, I uh, wanted to apologize.” JJ was almost stumbling over his words as he went to hand you the flowers, carefully examining you as you took them and moved back into your home,

He followed, mumbling more apologies before you set the small bouquet on the kitchen counter and turned to him.

“Listen, Y/n, You were right, I did ask you to be more clear on things you need from me and you were, and I, I dismissed you completely, I was just drunk and all over the place and I’m overworked like hell lately but these aren’t excuses and I’m sorry, my sweet girl, I really mean it” JJ’s words were calculated, he had thought about them all day and he did mean it,

despite this, there was still an aching feeling in your chest,

and the confusion and guilt you felt for still being upset about this stupid mistake caused the recurring tears to well up in your eyes as you stared at JJ’s chest, avoiding his eyes.

“Oh, baby” he whispered, quiet and delicate like if he spoke any louder you’d fall apart in front of him.

Carefully, JJ pulled you into him, not knowing what else to do but you let him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt as sobs wrecked through your body, broken apologies barely being heard through your tears and shaky breaths but JJ still held you,

Playing with your hair and shushing you and whispering “It's okay, baby” to every little apology that slipped past your lips.

You stood with each other like this until you eventually calmed down, JJ had managed to lean against the counter and in turn, get you to lean on him.

“I’ll do better baby I promise” He whispered into your hair, hoping you could hear it through the small pains of your hiccups from crying.

“I’m sorry there's always something wrong with me” you mumbled back, the soft laugh from JJ catching you off guard as he pulled you back just enough to hold your tear-stained cheeks in his hands.

“There’s always somethin’ wrong with us, we’re pogues.” He teased, earning a quiet scoff from you before he shut you up with a soft kiss pressed to your swollen lips and then one on your nose, and another on your forehead.

“We’ll be okay, pretty lady, we’ll get through it,”

#jj maybank x you #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj mayback imagine #outer banks imagines #jj maybank #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank x fem!reader #jj maybank angst

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mymelodymia · 6 months

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Accidentally coming out as a lesbian to your brother, Mike // Mike Schmidt x sister!reader

**not a ship**

Summary: your afraid to come out to your big brother, Mike

Warnings: fear to come out, crying,

A/N: idk, I just wanted to write abt lesbians 🤷‍♀️

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You and Mike always had the best relationship. Especially when it came to caring for one another, you both loved each other more then life, and you felt as though you could go to him for anything.

But, you had soon developed a secret, and kept it from him, scared for his reaction.

You had liked a girl for a while now. This girl, was none other then your best friend, gf/n.

You had learned that she liked you too not to long ago. You had agreed to go out with her that evening, but what you did, maayyy have put your plans on pause.

Mike had asked you what you were gonna do this weekend, he was very obviously just lonely and wanted time with his little sister. "So, what are you doing this weekend?" He asked looking up at you from the table he was sitting at.

"I got a date with the girl i like." You gasped and covered your mouth, staring at him. He looked at you in confusion, which you misunderstood as him being upset or angry.

You ran to your room as fast as you could, locking the door behind you. You picked up the phone to call gf/n and inform her that you might have to cancel for a few days.

Once you did that, you hung up and slid down the wall, now sitting on the floor with your hands over your head, you began crying. Which turned into sobbing.

You tried to be quiet with it, but sadly, Mike heard every sob that fell from your mouth. Secretly sitting by your door.

You stayed in there the rest of the night. The next morning, he knocked on your door, you groaned while turning over. You soon realized that it was Mike who was at your door.

You quickly sat up, you stared at the door for a while, before he knocked again "y/n, get dressed. We gotta talk." and walked away.

You were very scared and nervous. You put on the first thing you saw, which was jeans and one of his hoodies that you had stole.

You walked out to see him sitting at the table, fidgeting with a pen. You took a deep breath and sat down across from him.

You eventually looked up at him, he was just looking deep into your chocolate brown eyes, for some reason, for the first time ever, you felt small under his stare.

"Y/n.." you hummed in response, feeling tears come to your eyes. "I-im not mad....i just wanna know, why didn't you tell me?"

"Cause..." you whimpered out, he gripped your hand. "Cause why, you thought id be mad?" He asked and you nodded,

"You and me have always been so close, y/n, baby, did you really think id stop loving and caring for you just because you like girls?" You let out a small sob, Mike didn't immediately go into comfort mode just yet, he wasn't finished.

"Y/n, i love you more then anything, and nothing, nothing could ever change that. I promise you that no matter what happens i will always be here for you. And i will never stop loving you. Always and forever."

You let it all out after that. You leaned into him. You snuggled into his chest, staining his white tee with your tears.

"But i am gonna need my sweatshirt back." He said playing with the loose fabric. You giggled at him, "never."

You went on your date that night, and Mike approved of gf/n, obviously.

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queenshelby · 10 months

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Forbidden Desire (Part Eight)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest (at this stage accidental), Age Gap, PTSD, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm, Fluff, Smut

Later that day…

After a well deserved and forever first shopping spree, during which you spent the entirety of your first paycheque on new shoes and a satin garment, you drove to Arrow House.

You were still using Tommy’s car which, without asking him permission, you had not returned to him yet and it was obvious to you that he did not mind. He clearly wanted you to visit him whenever you chose and that, too, was obvious to you when you pulled up in front of the mansion and Frances offered to take your coat, which was an offer you declined.

Frances was kind to you and asked whether you were here to see Mr Shelby.

“Yes, he is expecting me” you said confidently and, without questioning you, Frances went to his office, letting him know that you were here.

“Sir, the lady from last night is here to see you. She said that you were expecting her” she told him and, considering that it was only midday, Tommy acted rather surprised when he found out that you were here to see him.

“Did she just?” he thus asked, smiling, before taking off his reading glasses.

“She was rather convincing sir. Shall I ask her to leave” Frances asked and, of course, Tommy shook his head.

“No Frances. Send her in and cancel all my meetings for the rest of the afternoon. I do not wish to be interrupted again” you heard Tommy say to his maid and, before she could even show you the way, you marched into Tommy’s office contently and with a big smile on your face.

“Guess what” you told him and he immediately furrowed his eyebrows at you. He was intrigued about what you had to say to him.

“What is it Love?” he asked, seeing that you were clearly excited about something.

“I bought a dress today and I bought it just for you. Would you like to see it?” you asked almost playfully, causing Tommy to chuckle. By this point, he had no idea what this was about and thought that you must have been up to something.

“I can see that you are not exactly put off by what Lizzie had to say to you last night, calling you a whore. I did not get the chance to speak to you since then because you disappeared, but I ought to apologise for her behavior. I think very highly of you and…” Tommy began to say while looking into your eyes. His blue eyes almost unified with yours and you could see that he was truly sorry about what happened.

“Tommy, don’t! I am sorry that I disappeared last night. The truth is that, yes, I was upset by what Lizzie had to say about me. I needed some time to think about it and the position I am in, but then came to the conclusion that I do not want to waste another thought on this woman. I am worthy of your attention regardless of what anyone else has to say and, unless you disagree, I was hoping that we could spend the day together” you said confidently and the fact that you spoke with this great certainty in your voice excited Tommy. Unlike usually, you were assertive and he liked that a lot.

“Well, fuck Lizzie then, eh?” he teased before telling you that he had already cancelled the rest of his meetings for the afternoon.

“Now, show me that dress you bought for me. I am intrigued” he then went on to say and, what you revealed to him shortly after that, also came as a surprise to him.

“You should be intrigued because it’s very revealing and it’s made from real silk” you smirked before walking towards where Tommy was sitting.

“Real silk?” Tommy asked while, slowly, you unbuttoned your coat and this certainly caught Tommy’s attention.

“Yes, real silk Tommy” you teased as, eventually, you allowed your coat to drop to the floor somewhere in the middle of the room and, when Tommy saw you in what appeared to be nothing more than rather flattering lingerie of some sort, his chin dropped.

“Love, that is not a dress. That is something else” he acknowledged as you approached him and gave him a desperate kiss which was exactly where you had left off the night before.

“Like I said, I only bought it for you and I want you to touch it. It is so smooth against my skin” you whispered seductively as you put one arm around his neck, and settled into his lap which, too, was something that surprised him and, since you were so confident in your demur, he did not hesitate and ran his hand over the smooth silk that covered your back. It made you shiver and bury your face in to his neck almost immediately where you inhaled the scent of his cologne.

“It feels very smooth indeed” Tommy acknowledged as his hand wandered down to your bottom, then caressed your thigh and leg. He ran his hand over your smooth, belly, and tentatively cupped one breast.

“Tommy” you moaned when you felt him touch you there and Tommy wondered where you were going with this.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, ensuring your comfort as he felt your nipple becoming erect and hard.

“No Tommy. I want you to keep going” you said as, beneath where you were sitting, you felt his cock growing hard against the fabric of his pants.

“In fact, I want you to keep going all the way tonight” you then told him just as Tommy was kissing your neck gently while massing your breasts.

“What do you mean by that?” Tommy ought to clarify, taking a quick break from what he was doing in order to look into your eyes, seeking out cues.

“I want you to sleep with me, Thomas. I want you to be my first” you told him and, suddenly, Tommy’s want became so strong that he couldn't stop himself from reaching up your silken skirt, feeling the smooth skin of your calf before moving even higher.

“Are you sure about that, Love?” Tommy then asked nonetheless and you nodded.

The sensation was so arousing that you began to shake. You spread your legs without even thinking about it. You wanted him to touch your there again and began breathing deeply as you felt his hand grazing the tender flesh of your inner thighs.

“Alright, but we should take this to the bedroom, eh?” Tommy then said just as his growing desire for you began to overwhelm him.

To be continued…

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fandomwriterlover · 1 year

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When they realice that they are in love

Leo

You are Leo's new best friend. The one person he enjoy to made pranks and watch Captain Jupiter movies; you two just clicked since day one. To the dismay of the other brothers you two were partners of crime (pranks). An instant duo.

So, for him, it was a bummer when you sometime had to cancel plans because of your family or becasue you were sick with a flu. In those cases he would come to your place through one of his portals to keep an eye on you and keep you company, it became an habit of him.

It were his brothers who pointed out that he was acting like a clingy-loving boyfriend. Clingy? Boyfriend? HIM? ... Now, could he? He did enjoy to spend time with you. And you are very fun and kind. You even encourage him and... bust his confidence up, making him feel good... But he brushed out those thoughts.

"Y/N and I are just best friends." "Riiiiight..." "Oh come on, what's the big deal about me checking on Y/N? I just love being with them-" Then it hit him. "LIKE! Like I LIKE being with... Y/N?" Oh... What? WHAT?! WHAT DID HE JUST SAID!? He escaped from his brothers merciless 'we knew it' with a portal, and before his face got set on fire.

Please, don't think that Leo is intentionally avoiding you lately; behind all his unbelivable excuses, like he had to feed Señor Hueso's apperently new pet or something, there's a bubble of anxiety mixed with fear placed in his chest that he is concealing it from you. What if you don't fell the same way?

Raph

Who's the best sparring partner Raph ever had? You. Not to offend Buddy, but practicing with you it's both great training and fun; specially when you both are fans of GhostBear and emulates his special wrestle moves.

One day, you did the impossible: you made Raph fall backward and pinned down him. It was like the time stopped for a moment for him, he was starring you as you where gleefully happy that you managed to have a win for once. Your smile and laugh... That bright in your eyes...

It was like suddenly his heart went-- BOOM!!

Thank heavens you were busy that week after that day, because Raph needed desperatly time to figure out why was he feeling so... So strange around you! It was like he was forgetting how to speak to you, his hand would sweat rivers... His fear stink was oozing out of his skin, and he didn't like it! He needed to talk to someone he could trust his issues, someone he could open up easily and seek for advice. Sadly he couldn't find Ghostbear anywhere, so he went to Splinter.

"... And since then I just feel weird around Y/N. And I don't know what to do." His father was already at the edge of the couch, having his son this naive about his brand new feelings was so much interested than his show. He managed to put his "sensei voice" and ask him calmly. "I see... Tell me, son, normaly how do you feel about Y/N?" "Well, It's my best friend.. And I like them." "Try to repeat that..." "I... Like Y/N." His father gestured him to go on. "I like Y/N... Like, very..." His mind gears rolled at last, his face were blushing as a tomato at the realitation of his brand new feelings toward you.

Donnie

It was perfect friendly relationship between you two: you can get help with your homework and assigments and he had a videogame multiplayer partner. You were in his ranking of people he can stand, right above Leo.

It was one game night, you two were online from your respective homes playing Teenage Mutant Punk Frogs (did you get the cameo?) at the last level. It took weeks of tears, sweats and tons of caffeine to finally reach this moment... And you won together! You both cheered from the mics and out of nowhere from Donnie's throat came a loud "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"-- It took a second for Donnie to process what he just said and go out of the game.

Don't get upset if the turtle don't answer your calls, the poor boy was being a wreking mess right now. He couldn't concive what he just said! Of course he would say "I love you" to his family and friends when he feel excited or when he (rarely) wants to express his feelings... But saying it to you... Something in him felt too different.

His first reason of why was because... Something was wrong with him. So he run some test of himself: blood pressure, temperature, brain CAT... He even programated Sheldon to monotorice his vitals and signals, even his brain waves. And by the passing day, everything was apperently normal. He sighed as relief, thinking that maybe it was the rush of the game and the excessive caffeine.

He called you back apologizing about yesterday. Of course you did, and you tell him that you were so happy when you both aced the game together. And that he was great. "Your heart beat as quicked." Suddenly Sheldon voice appeared. You asked what was that. "Huh, NOTHING! I've updated Sheldon and... He is STILL in downlanding process!" He was getting nervous, a mostly because he was indeed felling his heart beat faster than usual. "Your pituitary gland is segreating hormones-" And with a crashing sound he hang out. So... Yep, to his dismay, the diagnosis was this: He's in love.

Mikey

There's nothing more that Mikey loves than making new friends, and you became his brand new friend since minute one. He invite you to skateboard, to walk over the mystic city, the rooftops... And if you have any artist vibe, boy he would excited!

You spend mostly of the time drawing and painting together; trying new techniques and tricks. Also portraits of the rest of the gang and each other. Mikey you paint you colorful, because you always end up with paint stains over your face. He thinks it's a good trait of you. Later at night he would dradle a little more before going to sleep... And somehow, he started to draw you.

It started with a simple emoji of your face with your usual hairstyle. He did nailed it. He also remembers your clothing style. Your accesories. The size of your hands and the color of your fingernails. The color you eyes... Your eyelashes... Your smile... Your lips... "Orange! Lights out and go to sleep!!" His father's voice snapped out of that trance, unconsciously closing his sketch book. He opened it again... Gosh, WHY DID HE DRAW YOU SO MUCH?!

He couldn't get even a blink the whole night! And when you ask him if he was alright, he just tense up and try to hide his tireness. Since when does he feel tense around you?! You're one of his best friends! His most caring and adorable friend... Who has tons of drawing of you all detailed... and hearts around you. Last time you saw him his face were getting red and sweaty. "I GOTTA GO!" And runaway.

He hide inside his shell the whole day in his room. His brothers eventually comes to see what was wrong with their baby brother; Raph would be soflty ask, Leo would be more teasing, Donnie would peek at his phone... And then he noticied the sketch book. "Huh, what do we have here-" Like a thunder beast, Mikey jumped over Donnie and snatched the drawings off his hand. Safe, he thought. But his brother had one page of the drawings... And the other bothers took a peek too. "Ooooooooohhh~" And Mikey kept hidden on his shell for two weeks.

#rottmnt x reader #rise of the tmnt #rise!leo x reader #rise!raph x reader #Rise!Donnie x reader #rise!mikey x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of tmnt #rottmnt

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bradshawssugarbaby · 6 months

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Timeless - II (Bob Floyd x Reader)

A/N: Hi besties! Lil early birthday treat from me (I'm hoping to write part three on my birthday but we'll see) with part 3!

pairing: Lt. Robert Floyd x reader

warnings/content: no warnings, extra cute Bob. mutual pining, OC's mom meddling but it's cute, Bob swears like once.

word count: 1.8k

one - two -

The Taylor home was practically humming with noise as your family prepared for Thanksgiving festivities together. Your mother was in the kitchen, channeling her inner Food Network tv personality as she made the holiday meal. Your younger brother was home from college, and your teenage sister had brought a friend over for the day to meet everyone and watch the hours-long football marathon that began early in the afternoon that day, following the thanksgiving day parade. Just as the Commanders were taking on the Cowboys, your doorbell rang. Despite there being several other people in the room with you, you appeared to be the only one able to hear it ringing. You sighed and rolled your eyes as you stood up to answer the door. In your doorway stood Bob, in a football jersey and jeans, a casual look that you remembered well from high school. He laughed softly as you answered the door, a warm, friendly smile on his face.

“Hey Krissy, Ma sent me over to see if your folks wanted any pies, she made these apple pie tarts and she made enough to feed the entire naval base, but I don’t think they’d fly back with me very well.” He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head, “Although, I’d love to show Hangman what a real apple pie tastes like. He swears the ones in the store are the same thing. You’d think being from the south, he’d know better.” He laughs again, his cheeks blushing as he speaks about his current life.

“Hangman? Your friend’s name is…Hangman?”

“No, it’s a callsign, all of us have one. His real name is Jake. Then you have Bradley who goes by Rooster, Natasha is Phoenix-”

“Ok then, what’s yours?” You raise an eyebrow with your arms folded across your chest.

“Bob. I got kinda confused when they asked me when I first started…so I told them my nickname and it stuck. Although now if you ask Hangman, he tells you it stands for “Baby on Board” because I’m the youngest out of the team.” He shakes his head laughing softly before looking up at you, his deep cobalt blue eyes meeting yours. God, you could get lost in those eyes for hours.

“I’m sure my mom would appreciate them, she’s sort of up to her eyeballs in cooking right now. I think she’s aiming to compete with yours for who can make the most food,” you laugh as you step aside to let Bob in, “Come on in, we’re just watching football, Ma’s banned us all from entering her kitchen.”

Bob laughed and walked inside your family home, the home he was so familiar with as a child, where you’d play hide and seek in the different rooms, sipping lemonade on your mother’s porch swing on the veranda out front, sneaking treats upstairs to your room when you were little, hiding while you devoured them way too close to dinner time. Helping you sneak in through your bedroom window late at night after a party you weren’t supposed to be at, driving you home in his dad’s beat up old pickup truck that had a habit of always getting stuck in the mud.

Your house hadn’t changed hardly at all since your family moved in all those years ago. A coat of paint here and new furniture there and that was about it - it was almost identical to how it was when Bob was inside it last. The time he’d taken you to prom because your date canceled on you the day before. Bob had seen you crying at school and was comforting you the entire drive home that day, and he had offered to take you, because he hadn’t found a girl he’d like to ask yet. Part of you felt like Bob just felt bad for his best friend and didn’t want to see you upset, but the other part of you had hoped it was because he wanted to ask you.

“Bobby Floyd, how’re you doing? ‘Suppose we should be calling you Lieutenant now, shouldn’t we?” Your dad’s booming voice echoed through the house as he greeted Bob. Bob smiled warmly and nodded his head once as he spoke.

“I’m great, Mr. Taylor, and just Bobby is fine, I don’t really use the rank outside of work. We both know my Mama wasn’t going to be calling me Lieutenant when I got home,” Bob let out a hearty laugh as he turned to greet your younger siblings, “Wow, Megan, haven’t seen you since you were about 5 or 6, you must be like, 16 now? And Nate, Ma said you just graduated college? What did you end up going for?”

As Bob played catch-up with your dad and siblings, you quietly excused yourself to the kitchen where your mother was. You noticed your mother’s sly smirk on her face as she kneaded the pie crust she was working on.

“I hear Robert’s come to see you?” she hummed as she set the crust in the baking dish, trimming the edges as she spoke, “That was awfully sweet of him.”

“Mama, don’t start,” you warned quietly, shaking your head, “I told you, I don’t think Bobby feels that way.”

Your mother sighed and wiped the flour off her hands onto her apron, shaking her head. She gave you a pointed look. “Kristen Taylor, you know that Robert’s had eyes for you since he was six years old - don’t think that he’s changed his mind.”

“What makes you so sure? What are you, an expert in how he feels now?”

“I may not be, but I’m very good friends with someone who is. And she tells me that Robert specifically asked how you were doing and if his mama had seen you recently. You don’t ask about a girl after 10 years unless you want to see them, Kristen.” Your mother laughed softly as she put the pie in the oven. After a moment of silence while you tried to wrap your head around this new information, your mother shook her head.

“Kristen, his mama and I just want you kids to be happy. But let’s face it, he didn’t come here just to see if we wanted some extra apple pies. And his mama did not “accidentally” make too many.”

“How did you know why he was here?” You laughed and raised an eyebrow as you folded your arms across your chest, watching your mother intently as you awaited a response.

“I can’t reveal all my secrets to you now, can I, Kristen?” Your mother smiled warmly as she looked towards the doorway. You followed her gaze, turning around to face Bobby, his cheeks turning pink as he stood in the entrance to the kitchen, leaning his hip against the door frame. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, a nervous habit of his for as long as you’d known him, and smiled.

“Hi Mrs. Taylor, you look lovely, Mama wanted me to come by and see if you wanted some apple pies…but I’m guessing she called you ahead of time to tell you?” He laughed awkwardly, obviously having heard the last half of your conversation.

“She did, Robert! And congratulations, it sounds like you’ve become quite the accomplished Naval lieutenant while you’ve been gone. Your mama’s been filling me in on what you’ve been up to. She’s very proud of you, but I’m sure you know that already.” Your mother nodded her head as she smiled.

“I do, m’am, she’s very glad I’ve come home for a few days. I don’t get leave too often now with everything going on back on base, but I try to come home when I can. Last few years we just went to Texas and met halfway at my brother’s house in Austin. This year though my brother and sister have brought all the little ‘uns up here, so poor Ma’s got all 3 of us kids up here, plus my brother’s two and my sister’s two, and their partners. It’s a bit of a full house. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t glad to escape when she asked me to come by.” He laughed softly, “I love my nieces and nephews but boy, do they know how to tire you out.”

“I can imagine! Actually, while you’re here, could I steal you to help Kristen for a moment? I need the serving trays brought down from the attic, but I can’t trust Nate to carry them without dropping one, and Megan’s terrified of going up there,” your mother laughed as she discreetly shot you a smirking glance.

“Oh, I’d be happy to, Mrs. Taylor. Krissy and I’ll get them down for you.” Bob smiled as he took your hand playfully and went off upstairs with you. It felt just like old times, his hand leading you up the stairs to the attic where the two of you used to hide and play in as kids. You’d turned it into a clubhouse of sorts for the two of you growing up, a sanctuary away from the chaos of having a big family and school work and chores - a place for just the two of you.

Bob sighed happily as he looked around the attic. The two of you had so many memories of being in here together, and for you, it felt like they all came flooding back at once.

“God, I haven’t been in here in years,” he said as a soft chuckle escaped his lips, “Remember that time you hid up here when we ate all of your mama’s apple pie she’d baked for the school bake sale? She was madder than a wet hen, and we thought hiding up here would be the smartest choice. Then, sure as shit, she found us laughing and covered in apple pie filling.” He laughed again, shaking his head. “We both got grounded for that one, I think that was the first time my mama ever had to ground me, and it was because of you in the first place!”

“Hey, I didn’t make you eat it,” you laughed as you held your hands up innocently. “I just encouraged you to join me. Not my fault that you did.”

Bob shook his head and smiled thoughtfully at you, his eyes meeting yours once again. You hadn’t noticed how closely you two were standing to one another until now, your bodies only a few inches from each other, close enough to feel each other’s body heat radiating. You instinctively bit your lip - your own nervous habit, and Bob gently stroked your cheek with his hand. He pulled you in closer and smiled softly.

“God, I’ve missed you, Kristen.” He said as he gently wrapped an arm around your waist, his other hand still gently stroking your face, “I really, really missed you.”

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hoodharlow · 1 year

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Stop Playing Games

AN: just some domestic Jack and Miriam for y'all. and ty to ezra for giving me a rundown on what pilates are <3

Requested? No

Warnings: smut and Jack being a silly goose

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More often than not, Jack would forget that Miriam got distracted easily. They both had the day off and Jack had left to run a quick errand with Urban. He was going to be gone for at least two hours, giving Miriam enough time for her to get ready for her pilates class that he was joining as well. He even had time to get her Jamba Juice. And yet, he found her sitting on the of her guest room-turned-closet with a stack of shoe boxes.

“Bro, why aren’t you ready,” he said, placing her smoothie on the glass coffee table.

“I can’t decide on shoes.” Miriam sniffled, wiping her tears with the front of Jack's t-shirt.

"Just wear some black ones?" He suggested, unsure.

"It's not that simple!" She kicked some shoe boxes out of the way and cried into her hands.

Jack sat next to her and opened his arms to her. Miriam climbed to his lap and cried into his chest. He didn't know why she was upset, but he knew it wasn't because of the shoes. He wondered if it was because she wasn't getting enough sleep. The past few weeks she had night shoots back to back. From their nightly facetime calls Jack knew some scenes weren't coming out right since the weather was fluctuating a lot. He rubbed her back comfortingly.

A minute or so passed and Miriam relaxed. She pulled away and sat in front of him, facing him.

"Sorry, I've been so overwhelmed." She apologized, embarrassed that Jack witnessed her having a tantrum. "I'm kinda bummed that Claudia canceled on me, but I didn't want to tell her because I knew she hadn't seen Cal in weeks. Then there's this whole bit with the forest scene that apparently me and Rudy can't get right and the director is on our ass about it…I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize for expressing your feelings." He said, softly. "I rather you cry than keep your shit bottled up."

"Thanks," she smiled, defeatedly.

"You good? Or do you need another minute?" He asked her.

"I'm good." She nodded, getting up.

She bent down to grab her smoothie. Miriam hummed contently, sipping a third of her 'Apple N Greens' smoothie. She scanned her closet, her eyes landing on a pair of Off-White™×Nike Blazers. She went to the shelf and grabbed them. She lined up all her other shoe boxes.

"Okay let's go." She said as she tied her sneakers.

Jack nodded and stepped out of the closet. He watched Miriam lock the door and put on the code that double locked it. He was positive everything in that room was worth double, if not triple, his net worth. He followed behind her as she grabbed the keys to her 1970s Bronco that her grandfather restored for her sixteenth birthday. She handed the keys to Jack so he could get the car while she set the TV up for Daisy so she wouldn't feel lonely. Daisy loved watching Bluey because it reminded her cousin Panchito, Danny and Mede's dog. Miriam also filled her bowls with food and water and she unlocked her doggy door so she could go out in the yard to potty.

Jack was waiting for her in the driveway when she stepped out. He got out and opened the door for her. With that they were on their way.

The pilates studio wasn’t that far from Miriam’s place. Miriam liked going there because it was a pretty relaxed environment and the instructors were kind. The only bad thing about it was that it was located in a pretty busy street where paparazzi were known to be posted. Jack parked in front of the studio and helped Miriam out. They quickly slipped in the studio before the paparazzi noticed them.

The receptionist greeted Miriam and got up from her station to walk them to the private room. Jack looked around the room, specifically the row of machines.

“What’s this? You didn’t tell me this was some kinky shit,” He nudged her, wiggling his eyebrows.

“It’s the reformer. We use it in pilates sometimes.” Miriam explained, removing her t-shirt and shoving it into her workout bag. She tugged the drawstrings and quirked an eyebrow at Jack, who looked even more confused. “What?”

“What’s pilates again?” he asked, unsure because this whole time he thought pilates was a mix of jazzercise and zumba.

“It’s a low impact workout that focuses on toning and improving posture.” the instructor answered him when they walked in the room. They were shorter than Miriam and looked somewhere between their late twenties or early thirties. “Hi, I’m Rayna, your instructor.”

“Hi,” Miriam greeted them. “So this is my boyfriend's first time doing this and I was hoping we would go easy on him.”

“Don’t use me as an excuse. If you want Rayna to go easy just say that.” Jack said, not wanting to seem like he couldn’t handle a simple class.

“Fine.” she said, giving the instructor a look to go easy on him.

The instructor motioned them to the machines in front of them.“Alright let’s begin.”

Every so often Miriam had to turn back to make sure Jack was behind her. She knew the workout did a number on him. Even if he won’t admit it.

They were currently at a Mexican grocery store in Long Beach. Miriam was in the mood to have some carnitas, cueritos, and chicharrones with nopales and frijoles de la olla for dinner. She also got some potato wedges and ensalada de coditos, Mexican macaroni salad, for Jack. She pushed the cart to the bread section and grabbed some bolillos and pan dulce. While Miriam was at it, she grabbed some produce and other groceries she needed. Jack trailed behind her, putting some of his new favorite snacks that Miriam put him on in the cart when she wasn’t looking. They made their way to the line.

Miriam frowned looking at a box of Gansitos that she didn’t put in the cart. She looked at Jack but he was on his phone leaning against the conveyor belt. He went to the front area and bagged their groceries. Before Miriam could get her card out, Jack inserted his card in the card reader. He nudged her towards the unbagged groceries with his hip. She gave him a dirty look and finished bagging. She pushed the cart out to the parking lot to where they parked.

Jack put their groceries in the trunk then opened the driver’s door for Miriam. She was the one who drove to Long Beach since she knew the area better than him. When she got on I-710, she felt Jack’s hand reach for hers.

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and placed it on his thigh. Miriam gave him a look and pulled her hand away to change gears. Her car was a manual, and she hated driving as is. The last thing she needed was Jack distracting her in the middle of the highway.

“I see how it is.” Jack nodded, wiping fake tears. He scrolled through his phone and seconds later ‘Marvin’s Room’ started playing.

Miriam glanced at him and he was already looking the other way with his arms crossed. She reached over to squeeze one of his pecs like he does with her breasts when he annoyed her.

“Miriam, stop.” he said in a squeaky voice, mimicking her when he would play with her nipples.

“You’re so annoying, I’m not gonna let you hit it tonight.” she said, merging lanes.

“Whatever.” he shrugged.

Miriam rolled her eyes. They arrived home almost an hour later and Jack was still pretending to give her the cold shoulder. Though he helped her carry the groceries to the kitchen and put away whatever went in the tall shelves Miriam couldn’t reach. Then she got started on prepping the nopales. She liked cubing them and adding them into a pico de gallo. She thought that would balance out the greasiness from the carnitas and cueritos.

He went to the living room and sat next to Daisy, who cuddled up next to him. They continued watching Bluey when Miriam’s laughter filled the house. Jack turned back to the kitchen and couldn't see her. He got up from the couch and found her on the ground holding her side from laughing too hard.

“Bro, you good?” he asked her.

“I spilled the beans.” she said in between laughs.

Jack looked over to the counter where Miriam set up a crockpot with beans early in the morning. There were a few beans scattered next to the crockpot. He looked back to her confused.

“Okay?” he said, unsure how to respond.

“Get it…I spilled the beans…” she said before laughing once more. She sat up when she noticed Jack wasn’t laughing. “Do you not get it?”

“No really.” he said.

“You know the saying? ‘I spilled the beans’, it usually applies to someone revealing something that they shouldn't have, but I did it literally.”

“Oh, hahaha, that’s funny.” Jack said sarcastically.

“You don’t have to be sarcastic about it. You could’ve said it wasn’t that funny.” she frowned, crossing her arms.

Jack pulled them apart and wrapped them around his waist. “It wasn’t that funny, but it’s fine. I’m the funny one in the relationship and you’re the one with the great ass.”

Miriam was drying her curls with her diffuser and snacking on some fried pork belly when Jack walked in to watch her.

“Can I help you?” she asked him, flipping her hair to the side.

“Do you have Brandy’s number?” he asked her.

“I have her work number and she only answers it when she’s on set.” Miriam said. She turned off her hair dryer. “Why do you need it?”

“You know how I’m performing at the BET awards? I was hoping to ask her if she wanted to join me on stage. People still think that she’s stirring up drama for the radio thing. That way people can chill about it. I would dm her, but this is something I should call to ask her.”

“You better bring it because back in 2019 I went and I was very entertained.” she said.

"You were at those BET awards?" Jack asked Miriam.

"Yeah, Kaleob was nominated for the athlete award, and he needed me for arm candy." She rolled her eyes sarcastically. She reached for a piece of chicharron, fried pork belly, and chewed thoughtfully. "At the red carpet there was a white guy wearing the ugliest outfit I've ever seen. The pieces by themselves were cool but together…it was a mess."

Jack pulled up his phone and searched up images of himself, knowing well she was talking about him. "This guy?"

Miriam leaned into him to see the picture, ready to go in detail about how atrocious the look was when she realized it was him. She looked at him and smiled innocently. "You know fashion is so selective. It's unique-"

"Yeah, yeah, smartass." He said amused. "Also I think you meant subjective, not selective."

“I’ll ask my mom to ask Brandy if you can have her number.” Miriam said, grabbing another chicharron.

“Why would your mom have her number?” he asked.

“Bro they go way back.” she said, covering her mouth to chew. “My mom was a guest star on Moesha and they starred in a coming of age movie back in the 90s.”

“No way!” he said, surprised.

“We watched the movie and you compared me to my mom because we looked identical to you.”

“That’s what I say with everything that your mom is in.”

Miriam gave him a look and went back to drying her curls. Jack went back to her bedroom. She finished drying her hair and cleaned her area. She unplugged her dryer so it could cool and took off her shorts, staying in the cropped navy blue long sleeve and its matching panties. She was rolling up the cable to her dryer now that it cooled down when Jack started to sing.

“‘Your pussy is calling my name, so come on, baby, let's stop playing games.’” he sang loudly.

“You should be the one to stop playing games because you know damn well it’s not calling your name.” Miriam yelled back.

Jack came into the bathroom a minute later. “Don’t fucking lie.”

“I’m not.” she bent down and cupped herself like she was gonna listen through a wall. “I don’t hear shit.”

“So you’re telling me if I touch your pussy, I’m not gonna feel you aroused.” he said, running his hand over her bare thigh.

Miriam shook her head and lifted her long sleeve, to reveal her breasts to him. “But if you look at my tits, you'll see that I am.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, interested, before turning to go back to her bedroom.

Miriam tugged down her top and grabbed the chicharrones she was snacking on and went downstairs to put them away. When she came back to her room, Jack was on his side of the bed, scrolling on his phone. She laid next to him and waited for him to acknowledge her, but he didn’t. She frowned and rolled to her side, giving him her back. She mindlessly tapped through IG stories pausing to watch Jack’s. She had her earphones connected and at the end of his story she heard herself then Jack looked at the camera like he was Greg from Abbott Elementary. She rewatched his story, screenshotting a specific part where it looked like he was orgasming. She scrolled through her pictures until she found the one she was looking for.

It was one of her, in the same top she currently wore, and of Jack. She had her arms around him while he took the picture. They took the picture a few weeks back when they were at a restaurant that had a wall mirror by their table. She ticked it and the picture she screenshotted, adding them to an instagram post. She took off her earphones and connected her charger to her phone.

“I fucking knew it.” Jack said as he read her caption, adding his comment that he knew would get him yelled at. He placed his phone on the nightstand and looked over to her, smirking. “But I think I have to check it out myself to make sure it is.”

“Yeah?” she asked him.

Jack nodded and got on top of her. They kissed slowly, taking their time. He cradled her head with his large hand and sloppily kissed down her neck. He licked part of her cleavage that was peeking through her top. He bit the top of her and with one hand he ripped her top open.

“Are you for real?” she asked him in shock.

“It was in my way.” he mumbled, burying his face in her breasts.

“You’re lucky it’s from American Eagle, I still haven’t– fuck, Jack.” she whimpered as he ran his tongue over her nipple.

He kissed down her body, removing her panties with a swift movement. Jack settled between her thighs and placed her thighs on his shoulders. He peppered kisses all over her thighs then dipped his head in between her thighs.

He placed more soft kisses on the insides of her thighs, nipping them as he got closer to her dripping core. She squirmed and let out an inaudible gasp of pleasure when Jack licked her. She tried closing her legs, but Jack's grip on them kept her in place. He moaned at her taste and savored her, taking his time with his tongue. He pushed one of her legs to her chest, giving him better access to her as he sucked her clit.

He inserted another while he pressed his thumb on her clit. Miriam felt something build up in her. She felt pleasantly overwhelmed with Jack's fingers and tongue. Jack felt it too. He sped up his fingers and circled his thumb on her clit roughly.

He lapped up her release and pushed himself up to kiss lips.

“Time out, I need to shower.” he gave her a chaste kiss and got up from the bed.

“Bro,” Miriam laughed, baffled.

“I need to or imma bust before I put it in.” he said, making his way to the bathroom.

Miriam scoffed and tugged the bed sheet over herself. She sat up and propped some pillows up so she could lean against them. She grabbed her phone, deciding to read through the comments from her post. She read Jack’s and rolled her eyes, replying back.

@'mdm: okay maybe it was calling his name

@'giahunter: not you posting the white boy

@'saintclauds: pause, you y el güerro are kinda cute

@'isabellagomez: that should be ME

@'jackharlow: more like it was sCREAMING my name

->@'mdm: i can't stand you 😒

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skzmix · 2 years

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daisy.

⇥ info: felix + morning sex; explicit smut

There was nothing you hated more than sleeping alone and sadly, it was happening more often than not.

Felix texted a thousand apologies and even more explanations. Practice ran late. Choreography had to be changed. With a world tour looming in just a few short days, there was so much to prepare.

Of course, thinking about the world tour only reminded you of more nights you would have to sleep alone.

It’s fine, Felix, you texted your boyfriend, though things were definitely not fine. I’ll see you in the morning.

You couldn’t blame him for being busy. His career was like that. And you felt guilty for being upset, because you had promised him that you could handle it.

The lonely nights. His empty side of the bed. Not to mention all the dates that had to be canceled. You could handle it. Right?

Maybe not. You were sad and lonely and there was no point in denying it. Silencing your phone, you curled up in bed and felt the pillow grow wet with your tears. You just missed him so much.

Your heart longed for the boy who had stolen it.

Felix read your text over and over. You rarely called him by name over the phone. It was always a term of endearment instead, which Felix loved. You had almost made a game out of it.

Some days he was Darling. Others he was Honey. Most times he was Baby. When you were annoyed with him, he was Brat. And then in the autumn months he was Pumpkin.

On rare occasions, when you were a little frisky, he was Daddy.

Felix frowned. He needed you now more than ever. To tell him you loved him and your relationship would survive all this distance.

I love you babe, Felix texted. But you never answered. You had muted your phone and gone to sleep. Hoping maybe you could see Felix in your dreams since he wasn’t in your bed where he was supposed to be.

In the morning, you were pulled from blurry dreams. You could feel the warmth of the sun on your face. Someone had drawn the curtains back. It was around nine and you had intended to sleep in late, given it was your day off.

The warmth traveled from your face to your back. Then around your waist. Still half asleep, you rasped, “Felix?”

“Hi, baby,” he purred in your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His arm was wrapped snugly around your waist, his body molded to yours.

You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his. Your voice was gravelly with sleep. “When did you get here?”

“Just now,” Felix replied, leaving another kiss. This time on your jaw. “I told the boys I’m taking today off.”

You let out a surprised sound, turning your head so you could see his face. He looked exhausted, but there was an undeniable twinkle in his eyes. “And they let you?”

“They couldn’t stop me.”

You smiled, biting your lip at the heat that rushed through you. Shifting a little, you were very aware of his cock against your ass.

Felix tightened his grip around you, holding you snug, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. His kisses on your skin were hungry but soft. “I think we should spend the day in bed,” he said between kisses.

“Mm,” you hummed. That was a more than welcome idea by you. He needed to rest and you needed to be in his arms. For as long as you could get away with it.

“Let’s binge watch something,” Felix continued, hands roaming intently across your waist and to your hips before slipping under your shirt to run his fingertips over your skin. “We should order food too.”

“And we can have sex,” you said bluntly, reaching back to fist a handful of his shirt and draw him even closer to you.

Felix chuckled and his deep voice rumbled, “As many times as you want.”

You sighed softly when he slipped a hand into your shorts to prep you for him, biting your lip and rocking your hips back to rub your ass against the bulge in his pants.

Felix grunted at the contact, ignoring his painfully stiff cock to palm your sex and tease a finger in your entrance. Your boyfriend looped an arm beneath you and held your jaw gently in his hand, turning your head.

You shivered when his soft lips brushed over your neck before lingering on the corner of your mouth. Felix could kiss you for hours, days. It gave him back his sanity.

But right now, neither of you wanted to stop at kisses. You craved each other - needed each other - because when you were together, the rest of the world melted away as if it had never existed in the first place.

Felix tugged down your shorts and panties, and lined himself with your entrance. He tightened his grip around you, his chest against your shoulders, and pressed a hand to your thigh as he slid inside.

You tipped your head back and cried out when your walls stretched around him. A sweet kiss to your temple was more than worth it. You fisted a hand in the sheets as he began to thrust, his pace slow and languid.

Felix’s breath was hot on your neck and his words in your ear were even hotter. “Fuck. You feel so good, baby.”

You turned your head and reached back to grab a handful of his hair, kissing him with abandon. When your lips parted from his, you met his eyes and whispered, “Harder.”

Felix buried his cock inside you again, fingers pressing into your thigh to the point of bruising. You moaned when his faster pace jarred you on the mattress and tangled your arms through his.

And when you finally came, you held onto him for dear life.

Felix rolled you onto your back and cradled your cheek in his hand. “Look at me,” he said, making room for himself between your thighs.

You locked eyes with his, still trying to catch your breath.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing you hotly. “We’re gonna get through this. I promise.”

“I know,” you sighed, holding him close to you and biting your lip when he pressed inside you again.

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aalyssah · 11 months

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Confessions In The Dark

Pairing: Charlotte Flair x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff?

Word Count: 2,042

Summary: When you and Charlotte share a hotel, a power outage comes, as well as confessions.

A/N: First time writing for Charlotte. Hope You Enjoy!

You packed your bags in your locker room after your unsuccessful win for a number 1 contender match against Charlotte Flair.

You felt upset, but at the same time acceptance. You accepted the fact that you didn't win. You just needed to work harder.

A knock at your door pulled you out your thoughts. "Come in!" Rhea walked in, in a casual outfit. "Hey." She called, sitting on the couch, watching you pack. "I saw your match. You did good out there." You shrugged your shoulders. "Yeah, but I didn't win."

You moved around the room grabbing some clothes. "Did they approve you for the hotel?" She asked, changing the subject. You nodded your head. "Yes, and I can't wait to lay down. I've been on my feet all day!" Rhea chuckled in agreement. "I know that's right." You both shared a small laugh. "You wanna ride with me?"

You thought about it for a moment and hummed. "Sure, but you're driving." Rhea put her hands up in defense before standing up. "Alright, imma go put my bag in the car." She walked out down the hall. "I'll meet you in 10!" You yelled, hoping she heard you.

You continued packing your bags and once you were down, you felt like you and a body in it. It was heavy as you walked down the hall to the parking lot. You were so busy dragging your bag that you didn't see anyone in front of you.

Your chest collided with someone, causing a groan to fall from your mouth. "I'm sorry-" You looked up to see who it was and to your surprise it was Charlotte. She had her signature smirk on her face. "Hey there, Y/n. Good match out there."

You rolled your eyes at her sarcasm. "I don't have time for this." You tried walking past her, but she grabbed your arm. "Don't disrespect the Queen of-" Before she could finish her sentence, you pushed her back.

"Don't touch me." You didn't stick around to hear what she had to say before continuing your journey to the parking lot.

Rhea stood by her car, on her phone. "I was about to text you. What took you so long?" You pulled your bag up to the trunk. "Just Charlotte being annoying." You brushed her off, but Rhea cocked her eyebrow up at you.

"Is she giving you a hard time? 'Cause if she is I'll pay her a visit." You chuckled, shaking your head. "Okay Mami, calm down." You patted her chest and got in the car.

She drove to the hotel that you would spend the night in. You both walked through the lobby, waiting for the receptionist to finish the person in front of you. "I'm so tired, I can't wait to fall asleep."

Rhea nodded in agreement. "Hello ladies, how can I help you?" You both gave your attention to the receptionist. "Yes, we both have a hotel reservation, one for Rhea and Y/n." The man typed on his keyboard, concentration on his face. "So I only see a Rhea, but no Y/n." Your face turned into confusion.

"I booked my room at the same time as Rhea, so why don't you see it?" The man looked deeper into the computer and with a few clicks the answer came up. "Oh, it says that your room has been canceled yesterday because the room had some issues with the AC."

You took a deep breath, trying to control yourself. "So why didn't anyone call me? Did no one think to tell me about this?" The receptionist gave you a sorry look. "I know, I'm sorry ma'am." You dismissed, giving him another chance. "Is there a way I can get another room?"

The man looked down and sucked in a breath. "I'm sorry, all the rooms are taken, but there is one with 2 beds, but someone is already in it." You raked your hands through your hair. "You can bunk with me." You shook your head at Rhea's request. "Nah it's okay. I know Liv might be over there."

You looked back at the receptionist. "Is there a way you could give me the name and room number?" The man shook his head. "I'm sorry, but we can't give that information out."

You were about to say something, but someone behind you beat you to it. "Can y'all get out the way. People need to get their rooms too!" You knew that voice from anywhere.

You turned around to see Charlotte with that same expression from earlier. You and Rhea stepped out of the way, listening to their conversation. "Reservation for the name under Flair." The receptionist looked at the computer and then at Charlotte. "Charlotte? 2 beds, 1 bathroom, and kitchen?" She nodded her head, taking the card.

Your mouth dropped open in shock. She's the one who took the room. "Sir, are you sure there isn't another room?" The man nodded his head giving one last look over. "Yea, I'm sorry." You huffed out an annoyed sound. "Y/n stop being such a spoiled brat. The man said there's no other room."

You scoffed at her statement. "Like you're one to talk." She looked at you offended. "You know, I was gonna help you out, but you want to be so rude. Guess I'll have the 2 beds to myself." She started to walk away down to the elevator.

You mumbled something under your breath and took your bag. "Charlotte, wait." She stopped in her tracks, waiting for you to catch up. "Let me stay in your hotel room." Charlotte looked at you with a smirk. "Where's your manners? Say please."

You sighed. "Can you please let me stay in your hotel room?" Your voice was dragged as you didn't want to say it. "Oh of course! Since you asked so nicely." You rolled your eyes at her change of voice. You looked at Rhea and off you went in the elevator.

When you made it to the room, you flopped down on the bed with a groan. "Uh, huh, get up. That's my bed." When you didn't get up fast enough you were met with the floor. "Hey!" Charlotte placed her suitcase on the bed, zipping it open for some clothes.

"Asshole." Charlotte gave you a questioning look. "What was that?" You ignored her, going in your own bag for something comfy. "Did you just call the person who gave you a room for free an asshole?" You groaned loudly. "Shut up!" You went to the bathroom, changing into some sweatpants and one of Rhea's shirts.

When you came out, you froze at her outfit. She wore shorts that showed her juicy thighs, and a shirt that was cut up, showing her stomach slightly. You could see the print of her nipples, indicating she wasn't wearing a bra.

You coughed, shaking your head at the thought. When you laid down in the bed, silence took over the room. "Giving up so soon?" You rolled over, looking at Charlotte. "You just want to start something, don't you." Charlotte laughed at your question.

"When I start things, I finish unlike you." You tilted your head to the side. "What do you mean by that?" She went to the small kitchen, grabbing a bag of chips. "When I start a match, I finish it by winning, but you obviously couldn't do that tonight."

You bit your lip at her explanation. She was referring to your match tonight. "Charlotte, shut up. You're only saying that because you know that I'd beat your ass if I won." Charlotte laughed even louder than before, wiping a fake tear away.

"Oh please, we both know you're just jealous that you won't get my title. You won't and never will because you're nothing. You minds will stick to being Rhea and Liv's little sidekick."

You stay silent, feeling a small pang of hurt. Even though you and Charlotte could go at it for days, she's never said anything like this. "What's wrong, cat caught your tongue?" You rolled over towards the wall, pulling the cover over your shoulders.

"Awe, is someone angry?" You didn't say anything, earning a small push to your body. "Come on, Y/n. Don't go quiet on me now." Her teasing caused you to snap. "Leave me alone!"

The sound of thunder and the flash of lightning was heard as it all went black. The only thing that could be heard was your heavy breathing. "C-Charlotte?" You looked around, somewhat hoping to see her.

"What the hell?" Charlotte opened the door and looked out the hall. "The power went out!" Was faintly heard from someone. Charlotte cursed under her breath, closing the door. "Great, now I gotta be stuck in the dark with you." You got up, looking out the window.

You watched as the cars passed by and people ran down the sidewalk to their cars. "Why do you hate me?" Charlotte turned around, seeing your dark figure near the window."What?"

You repeated your question. "Why do you hate me?" She opened her mouth and then closed it, not knowing what to say. "What did I do to you that made you hate me so much?" Charlotte shook her head even though you couldn't see her. "Y/n, I've never hated you."

You scoffed, chuckling. "Yeah, you don't hate me, but you find any and every way to piss me off. Just tell me the truth." Charlotte took a deep breath. "You wanna know the truth?" You hummed a 'yes'.

"I- never mind." You grumbled, in annoyance. All this anticipation just for her to block you off. "No come on. Tell me!" Charlotte thought about it. "Do you like Rhea?" You almost choked on air as she asked you that. "What? Me and Rhea? Oh god no! Rhea's like a sister to me."

Charlotte let out a breath of relief. "Besides, Liv kinda likes her." You gasped, putting a hand over your mouth. "Shit, I wasn't supposed to say that." Charlotte tried to quiet her laugh down. "Forget I said that."

Charlotte slowly walked over to you, taking careful steps. "Now back to you, why did you ask me that?" Charlotte decided it was time to tell you. "I like you." Your breath caught in your throat at her confession. "Are you joking? If this is some sort of prank, imma get Rhea on you."

Charlotte could admit that it hurt. It hurt her that you thought she would play with your feelings. "No Y/n, I've been mean to you because I thought you and Rhea were dating."

It was all starting to make sense. You and Charlotte used to be friends back in your NXT days, but due to an injury, you left, leaving Charlotte to blow up on her own. That's when you met Rhea. She helped you through your injury and helped you come back to WWE.

You kinda blew Charlotte off because she didn't check up on you, or show any concern during it all. "But I thought you hated me." Charlotte's hands came in contact with your body, making you jump. "No, I was jealous. Jealous of the bond you and Rhea made. I thought you replaced me."

Shock came through your system. "I thought you replaced me! You and Becky had the great feuds, and you started hanging out with her more. I thought you blew me off." Charlotte was tired of all this dancin’ around.

"Y/n, just please tell me if you feel the same or not because I can't keep going on with our 'rivalry'." You nodded your head, forgetting that she couldn't see you. You turned around and felt something soft on your lips. Realization hit you when you felt her arms wrap around waist.

You relaxed into the kiss, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. The door busted open, and your eyes did as well. You then noticed that the power was back. "Hey Y/n, are you-" Liv's voice was heard. "Oh my god, Rhea, they're kissing!"

Liv ran down the hall like a schoolgirl, going to tell Rhea. You and Charlotte looked at each other with a smile on y'all's face.

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wooahaes · 1 year

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call on me

pairing: non-idol!dino x fem!reader

word count: ~0.6k

warnings: vent fic p much: reader feeling kinda unloved by her family via forgotten plans. no proofreading, intentional lowercase.

daisy’s notes: yeah these feelings didnt go away like i hoped they would haha so ig take this

chan always picked up on the second ring. tonight, this was just as true as ever, and you were thanking the universe for it.

“hey,” he had said, and you could hear the way he was smiling in his voice alone, “i thought you were meeting up with your family.”

“they forgot.”

chan said nothing for a moment, and then you heard a slow intake of air. “they... forgot?”

you sat alone in your apartment, dressed nicely and makeup done because you liked looking presentable for these kinds of things. it was a celebration, wasn’t it? it wasn’t even your idea. and yet things weren’t set in stone, so maybe you should have just... waited before you did any of it. now it all felt like a waste, and you stood up to start cleaning yourself up.

“how did they forget?” he sounded more upset than you did at this point.

you didn’t know. truthfully, you wished you did. “it’s not a big deal--”

“it is!” he said, and you could practically see the way his brows furrowed together. “it is. you told me you weren’t looking forward to it, but you were, weren’t you?”

you turned your phone to speaker, setting it on the bathroom counter once you arrived. you started getting your supplies out to wipe away your makeup, “not really. it was my family’s idea. it feels rude to forget. we didn’t even make reservations so thankfully it’s not serious, but...”

chan grew quiet. you could practically hear the gears turning in his mind. “so... you’re free tonight?”

you paused. “yes?”

“i’ll be there in half an hour,” he said. “either we can stay in and cook or order takeout, or we can go out. tonight’s about you, okay? i want to spoil you.”

you let out a long sigh, “but we already celebrated, and you’re supposed to go out with your friends--”

“then we’ll celebrate again!” he genuinely sounded happier than you did. “you’re graduating. i’m proud of you. i’ll just tell them that i can’t make it--”

“channie, you don’t have to cancel plans with your friends.”

“it’s fine,” he insisted. “you’re upset. it’s my job as your boyfriend to come take care of you. i’ll go next time.” you could hear the sound of him pulling open his closet door. “do you want to stay in? or should i take you somewhere nice?” he didn’t give you a moment to reply, “ah--never mind, i’ll prepare for both... just decide what you want, okay? i’ll see you soon.”

chan hung up there, leaving you standing alone in your bathroom in your silent apartment. you stared at yourself in the mirror for a moment, reaching up to fix where your eyeliner had smudged while crying earlier (thankful that waterproof makeup existed, and that you’d opted for it this time on a whim). as much as you wanted to just cozy up to your boyfriend while on the couch, you weren’t sure you could stomach sitting at home any longer. even if it was just somewhere casual, maybe getting out would help you feel better...

but if nothing else, you were sure chan would make everything okay. that was his superpower, he’d told you.

“so just call on me,” he had said that day, wiping away your tears, “and i’ll make you smile again.“

the kiss he greeted you with that night was sweeter than any dessert you’d share with him. and you were so, so thankful for the people that mattered in your life.

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beaker1636 · 10 months

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So no clue where this came from but it just happened like a month ago and I haven’t had the guts to post it yet but my friend Paige keeps telling me to soooo here’s a very smutty Chris fic.

Please be gentle, I don’t write smut at all, this is my first attempt. And I absolutely hate it despite paige and another friend saying it was really good. Also sorry if formatting gets fucked up, I type these on my laptop but can’t remember my tumblr password so I cut and paste it from a document on my phone into tumble so sometimes it gets wonky.

“Hey baby, I am sorry but things are not going how I wanted so I will be done late, we will have to move our date to another night. As soon as we finish this song I will come to your place and we can watch a movie or something,” you read the message from your boyfriend Chris for a second time, your mood instantly dropping.

This is the third time he has had to cancel date night in the last couple weeks that he has been home so that they can continue working on the new album at night. You understand that this is what he does for a living but you are getting really tired of this happening all the time. Honestly, it is making you start to feel like you arent important to him and that maybe he doesn’t want you around as much as he used to.

You sign, before responding to him. ‘Okay, don’t worry about coming over tonight if you are going to be late, you can go home and rest so that you are ready to work tomorrow.”

You get a response rather quickly, catching you off guard. “I want to come see you, I feel like we haven’t had any time together with both of our jobs.”

That message is what finally breaks you, that makes you snap and let out all your frustration in one strongly worded message that you send back.

“And that is somehow my fucking fault, YOU are the one who has cancelled on me yet again. Go fuck yourself, I don’t even want to see you tonight now,” you type out, fighting tears of frustration that are threatening to fall as you hit send.

You quickly shut your phone off and throw it on your living room table so that you don’t have to see what his response is. You had a rough day at work and really needed to be with him tonight but that doesn’t matter anymore, nothing matters anymore.

Storming off to the bathroom you start to wash your face of your makeup, its just going to get ruined when you eventually stress cry, which you know is going to happen. You also say fuck it and change into pajamas, theres no reason to be dressed up just to spend the night alone in your apartment.

You follow this all up with getting a large glass of wine before going to your room with your new romance book to read and drink your feelings away, hoping that it would give you a much needed distraction so that you don’t spend your night sulking about your fight with Chris.

About an hour later it has worked, you are so drawn into the story that you don’t hear your front door open rather hashly, nor do you hear the footsteps leading to your bedroom until your bedroom door slams open.

You look up and gulp when your eyes lock with Chris’, his eyes showing you very quickly just how pissed off he currently is.

“This is seriously what you have been doing while ignoring my texts and calls? Reading a book?” He seethes, glaring at you to the point you are uncomfortable and glance away.

Fighting the tears that are now threatening to fall down your cheeks, you decide to be quiet for a minute to think about what you want to say.

“Maybe if you actually made time for me and didn’t always put me second I wouldn’t want to ignore you.” You finally say, quietly, feeling rather small in the moment. You hate confrontation so to know that Chris is upset with you really has you anxious.

“You know we are recording and have deadlines we have to meet, I can’t just leave in the middle of a song,” He spits out, growing more frustrated.

Feeling like Chris isn’t even listening to you and not wanting to get yelled at even more you decide to go back to reading your book, this conversation can be finished once he has calmed down some.

This is the last straw for Chris however, who is not going to let you continue to ignore him. He storms over to your bed and quickly rips the book out of your hands in annoyance, his eyes scanning the text on the page that you currently had the book opened to.

“Seriosuly, you are ignoring me so that you can read about other people fucking eachother?” His eyes darken as they scan your face, watching for your reaction.

Finally having enough of his tantrum yourself you finally crack. “Yeah, I am. It could have been us if you would actually show up for a fucking date.”

If he wants to fight then fine, you will fight back. He doesn’t get to be a dick when it is his fucking fault that you are upset and fighting right now. You match his glare, not wanting to be the one to back down at this point, too riled up to give in. But slowly his glare turns into a smirk, and he makes his way to the other side of your bed, climbing in next to you.

“You want to read your book so bad, fine. Read it, out loud,” he challenges, thrusting your book back into your hands.

“What? No I…. I can’t. That just, what? No Chris,” you struggle to come up with a coherent response, feeling awkward and honestly embarrassed at the thought of reading out such a dirty scene out loud in front of him.

“Why not? You seem like you have plenty to say tonight, so come on. Put your words to good use and read it to me,” he teases you. Chris knows that if he pushes you enough that you will do exactly what he asks you to, because you always do.

“Ugh fine,” you grumble.

You know Chris well enough to know that he is playing some kind of game with you but what exactly? You aren’t sure.

“‘You’re already so wet for me,” he whispers, his tongue running flat alone the darkening marks along your neck. He drags his fingers up the length of your heat’”.

You cut off suddenly with a gasp as Chris slips a hand inside your pajamas and your panties to do what you just read to you, removing the garments from your body.

“Keep reading, you wanted to ignore me for your book so bad so lets see if you actually can,” his voice grows deep as he continues to tease you.

You suck in a shakey deep breath before you continue.

“‘What do you want me to do to you,” he asks, your thighs shifting around his wrist. “Hmm?’

‘To touch me,’ you whisper, your voice barely audible in the quiet room.

‘You’re going to have to be more specific,’ he informs you. ‘And aren’t you forgetting something?’

‘Sir?’

‘Much better.’ He nod his head and you withhold a sigh, you’re never going to remember that. Before you can utter another word, two thick fingers are inside of you, you being wet enough to where he has very little resistance as he thrusts them knuckle deep.’”

You hesitate, swallowing as you try not to make a sound as Chris yet again does what you just read. You don’t want to give that cocky bastard the satisifation of knowing what he is currently doing to you.

He stops moving, glaring at you again. “You stop reading, I stop touching you.”

“‘ He pulls his hand back enough only to thrust them back inside you roughly, causing a deep whine to leave your throat at the sting of pain and pleasure, shivers immediately crawling up your spine.

He pulls away slightly, watching you under a heavy lidded gaze as his fingers continue to thrust into you, rough, forceful and unforgiving…”

You cut off, finally giving into Chris, whispering fuck this, throwing your book onto your bedside tabe before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

He resists, not giving you the kiss that you are craving so desperately.

“I always get what I want,” he says with a chuckle. “And don’t think that after the way you spoke to me that I am going to let you cum that easily.”

You try to hide your disappointment when his fingers leave where you need them most.

“Now clean up the mess you made,” he demands, holding his hand infront of your face.

You learn forward, taking his two fingers between your lips, tasting yourself. You decide to take your time to make sure you actually get them cleaning, hoping that maybe if you do what he says that you will get what you want from him. He removes them, resting them on your lower lip.

“Good girl, now tell me, how bady do you want me y/n?” He asks, his eyes meeting yours.

“Badly, please Chris,” you whine, deperate for him to touch you again, to take care of the ache that he has created.

He slides your shirt off, smiling at the fact that you had already taken your bra off when you changed, leaving you bare as he stands up.

“Then how about you show me how much you actuary want me,” he commands, making you shiver at his tone of voice. “Get on your knees for me baby.”

You don’t hesitate to get up and do just as you were told. Reaching out to open the button and slowly slide the zipper down on his jean before tugging them and his boxers down in one movement, his hard cock finally free much to his relief.

He tugs your hair harshly, pulling you forward and silently urging you to do something, anything, just as desperate as you are for what is to come.

You wrap your hand around the base of his shaft before running your tongue along the underside, only to then teasingly lick around his head tasting the pre-cum there before dipping lower, not missing any of his length.

“Stop teasing,” he groans at your actions, growing frustrated as you continue to do so. You want your revenge for him doing just that to you earlier.

You can’t help but smirk up at him, glad that you could make him crave you just as much as he makes you crave him.

Finally you decide he has had enough and take him into your mouth, slowly lowering as your hands strokes what you can’t quite take. He tugs on your hair to make you look up at him as you hollow your cheeks and start to actually bob your head, ready to drive him crazy like he does to you. His eyes meet yours as you take him even deeper.

“Fuck, I love how great you are with your mouth,” he groans, knowing that the praise always motivates you, makes you work harder in hopes of receiving more of it.

He starts to pull on your hair, taking control away from you as he urges you to go faster. You gladly let him, loving that he is making you do what he wants, taking what he wants from you with no restraint.

He groans, pushing deeper, your eyes watering as you keep swallowing around him, trying not to choke as he gets rougher and rougher with you.

His eyes close as he leans back slightly, letting you deep throat him as he shudders, getting right to the edge. After a moment his grip on your hair tightens again as he pulls you away from his throbbing cock, you gasping for breath.

“Get on the bed, hands and knees for me baby,” he growls as he helps you up, pulling his shirt off as you crawl on the bed, looking over your shoulder at him.

You tense in anticipation when he climbs up behind you, pulling you back towards him by your hips and making you both groan at the friction that it creates. His hands pull you up by your hair o that your back is pressed against his chest, leaving kisses that trail form your neck to your ear.

“I’m about to fuck you, hard,” he whispers as he reaches around, cupping your breasts before pinching your nipples which makes you jerk back into him, causing the much craved friction between you both again.

You fail to fully process his word as all you can think about is your want, no your need to finally cum.

He gives you a kiss before letting you go, you falling back on your hands as he enjoys the view of your ass and the fact he is able to have his way with you without you putting up much a fight.

He can see just how wet you are as it glistens in the dim light from your lamp. It pleases him to know how much he can make you crave and need his touch, that only he can do this to you.

He cam tell that you are growing impatient as his fingers make their way to your hips yet again.

“I bet you still want me to go home, don’t you,” he murmurs, not wanting to give you what you want just yet.

You glare over your shoulder at him, barely holding on to what little resolve you still have left, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how badly you actually crave him.

“Use your words y/n, I want to hear you beg for me before I even consider touching you. You wanted to use them so badly to get me to leave earlier” he demands of you, harshly thowing back your words from earlier in your face.

You still refuse to answer, which just frustrates Chris, so he harshly smacks your ass, instantly making you whine at the sting.

“I still don’t hear you.”

“Oh come on, you can clearly tell how much I fucking want you. Just fuck me already,” you groan, annoyed that he is making you do this. Any other time you don’t mind begging but the angry part of you is still holding on weakly, making you want to put up a little more fight that usual.

“Good girl, thats more like it,” wraping his fingers around himself, practically pulsing from how close you had him with your mouth.

Without warning he roughly enters you, making you gasp in surprise. You press your face in your arm, jaw clenching at the sudden sting from the action.

He starts out rather slowly, deciding that he is still going to tease you before he finally starts to get rougher and rougher with each thrust, pulling your body back to meet his with each movement.

You lose your breath and close your eyes as you get closer and closer to the edge. Enjoying that he is being so forceful that it almost hurts, loving this new and rougher side of Chris that you have not seen before.

He’s slamming into you with no restraint, pulling you right to the edge but still not giving you enough to actually cum yet, the need tormenting you at how close you are.

His fingers slip around your waist to tour clit, making you cry out from the pleasure as he enjoys the sight of the bruises forming on your hips from the hold he just had on them.

You suddenly clench around him, making him groan.

“Please, Chris, I’m” you cut yourself off, not able to finish what you are saying as you beg him for your release, knowing that the only way he would give it to you is if you do.

“Fine, cum,” he demands as he presses his body down into yours on the mattress. “Cum.”

You finally do, your vision going a bit blurry as you cry out, loud enough that Chris secretly hopes that your neighbors have heard you.

His rhythm slowly becomes erratic as he can’t take it anymore and spills himself inside you with a low groan “fuck”.

His arms slip around you as you both go limp, him gently rolling you over onto your back as you lay there for a few moments, catching your breath, still pressed together as you lowly regain control of yourselves.

He slowly pulls away, gently helping you get more comfortable as you let out a sign in exhaustion. You barely notice that he left the room until he returns with a damp washcloth, helping you clean up the mess that you both let on your now very sore thighs.

“y/n, do you need anything? Are you alright?” he asks after he finishes, laying down next to you in the bed, pulling you into his arms and bruising your damp hair out of your face.

You nod, not quite ready to answer his question.

He gives you a very gentle kiss, almost as an apology before speaking.

“I’m sorry I haven’t had much time for you, I promise that I will take tomorrow off to spend with you, just us,” he says softly, toying with your hair in the way that he knows you love.

“Thank you,” is all that you mange to get out, not feeling like any other words need to be said as you oth lay there, slowly falling asleep next to eachother, glad that the fight has ended.

#motionless in white #motionless in white imagine #chris motionless imagine #chris motionless smut #be gentle #Bree sucks at fanfiction #chris motionless x fem reader #chris motionless x reader #Chris motionless X reader smut #chris cerulli smut #chris motionless fic #Chris

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5 Minutes - Huh Yunjin x fem!reader

summary: after not seeing your girlfriend for a couple days you settle for a phone call. To which is interrupted by Yunjin not paying attention, causing you to get mad.

warnings- argument, crying, suggestive towards end

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“so what?” my voice sounded through the phone slightly raised. “all i’m asking is for 5 minutes tops out of your day to talk to you.” my voice coming out wobbly.

“i know and i’m sorry that i have stuff to do, i don’t get to sit at home all day and play on my phone or computer.” yunjin spits back making fun of my job as a streamer.

“you know what yunjin go fuck yourself, i have a busy schedule as well but i always make time for you. i canceled a stream for you. thousands of dollars washed away because you were upset and i had to play my part as the nice girlfriend so i guess you’re the bitch girlfriend right?” i said now crying my eyes out.

“i didn’t ask you to cancel a stream for me-“ she tried to argue back.

“you didn’t have to yunjin.” i scream.

“i did it because i could tell you were upset, and in that moment i wanted to be there for you. i know that our jobs make us busy but never once have i ever thought about putting my job before you. never yunjin.” i said hanging up the phone then throwing it on the bed.

i can’t believe i was so blind. the constant urge to have her beside me, to hold her, and to cherished her was all the sudden gone.

i wanted to be held, i wanted to be cherished, i wanted someone to want me beside them.

as i cry and cry i find myself growing tired.

i wake up the next morning later than usual, i go to reach for yunjin in the bed till i remember what happened last night. i get out of bed and use the restroom. while in there i brush my teeth, brush my hair, and change my clothes.

i walk out to the living room to see a body covers in a throw blanket the size of a baby blanket. their face is covered trying to block out the sun peaking through the window.

i quietly creep over to the person and peel the covers off their face to be met with my beautiful girlfriends face. i instantly feel guilty, she knew i wanted to be alone but not to where she had to sleep on the baby sized couch. her feet dangle off the arm rest part and only her upper body is covered with blanket

i make my way to the window across from the couch and pull the curtains closed. i make my way back to yunjin and pull the baby sized cover off her and replace it with a bigger blanket. i grab her bags from work and take one to the bed room, i put the clean clothes in her designated drawer. then take the others to the laundry room and start a load of laundry for her.

i make my way back to the living room to see her squeezed towards the back of the couch holding a pillow in her arms the way she would hold me. i make my way towards her and move the pillow causing her to stir awake and squint her eyes.

“y/n?” she said in a sleepy voice that was incredibly hot.

i squeeze into her arms on the couch laying down on her chest. “i’m sorry for being so dramatic yesterday unnie.” i said quietly while wrapping my arms around her waist to pull her into me. us now laying side by side facing each other.

“i’m sorry for not making time for you, you were right. i should cherish you more than i d-“ i quickly shush her and cuddle further into her neck giving it a small peck.

“tired. didn’t get good sleep with you not being beside me.” i mumbled into her neck.

“let go to the bed then. the couch is too small babe.” yunjin said to which i groaned and squeezed her harder.

“if we go to the bed.” she starts quickly going to hover over me, then scooting down to kiss my neck on my soft spot.

“i’ll show you how much i really missed you.” she said starting to suck on my neck. to which i let out a breathy gasp.

“as much as i would love that.” i said while flipping her on her back and now straddling her hips. her eyes widened and she looked shocked, never seeing this side of me.

i move into her neck to kiss it, when i plop down on her cuddle into her.

“i’m too comfortable.” i said giggling into her neck. she lets out a playful groan. then pinched my hip to tickle me. “i hate you sometimes.” she said playfully.

“no you don’t.” i said leaning up to plant a kiss on her lips.

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#le sserafim #huh yunjin #yunjin #yunjin x reader #le sserafim x reader

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